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Next weekend is Memorial Day weekend, sadly for many just another holiday. Memorial Day, originally called Decoration Day, is a day of remembrance for those who have died in our nation's service.

Memorial Day was officially proclaimed on May 5, 1868 by General John Logan, national commander of the Grand Army of the Republic, in his General Order No. 11 and was first observed on May 30, 1868, when flowers were placed on the graves of Union and Confederate soldiers at Arlington National Cemetery.

Too many do not realize that we owe our being to the multitudes of veterans who have bravely served this nation since the beginning, and are still doing so around the world today.

I thought I'd post this early so you could forward it to friends and family. Have a GREAT weekend and take a little time to remember those who gave all. Pray for our troups. Pray for our leaders.


http://www.nathanadams.com/WeSupportU.htm

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Honor or soldiers...

Good post, I recently read a great story about a lady in a resturaunt mouthing off about our "children killing soldiers" and was really put in her place. I'm gonna post it if I can find it.
 

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Amen brother...

I am very fortunate, in that my grandfather is still around to tell me old war stories of 50 foot seas and atomic bomb testing.

I BIG thankyou to all you veterans and active personel out there......
 

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I like to watch all I can about WWII, particulary documentaries on the History Channel and such. Here are a few stats I borrowed off the web.



• In 2003, there were 4,370,000 living WW II veterans.

• WW II Veterans accounted for 17% of the total 2003 veteran population of 25,179,000.
• For 90 percent of WW II veterans, WW II was the only war in which they served.

• In 2003, the median age of WW II veterans was 80.1 years: there were 1,946,000 under age 80; 1,689,000 age 80 to 84; 607,000 age 85 to 89; 113,000 age 90 to 94; and 15,000 age 95 and over.

• There were 4,173,000 male and 197,000 female WW II veterans in 2003.

• WW II veterans are estimated to be dying at a rate of slightly more than 1,000 per day.

The last statistic is pretty sobering. Folks, these vets are'nt going to be around forever. If you know a WWII vet then give them a special thank you this Memorial Day.
 

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HURRAH for her! please read...

I was sitting alone in one of those loud, casual steak houses that you find all over the country. You know the type--a bucket of peanuts on every table, shells littering the floor, and a bunch of perky college kids racing around with longneck beers and sizzling platters.
Taking a sip of my iced tea, I studied the crowd over the rim of my glass. My gaze lingered on a group enjoying their meal. They wore no uniform to identify their branch of service, but they were definitely "military:" clean shaven, cropped haircut, and that squared away" look that comes with pride.
Smiling sadly, I glanced across my table to the empty seat where my husband usually sat. It had only been a few months since we sat in this very booth, talking about his upcoming deployment to the Middle East. That was when he made me promise to get a sitter for the kids, come back to this restaurant once a month and treat myself to a nice steak. In turn he would treasure the thought of me being here, thinking about him until he returned home to me.
I fingered the little flag pin I constantly wear and wondered where he was at this very moment. Was he safe and warm? Was his cold any better? Were my letters getting through to him? As I pondered these thoughts, high pitched female voices from the next booth broke into my thoughts.
"I don't know what Bush is thinking about. Invading Iraq. You'd think that man would learn from his old man's mistakes. Good lord. What an idiot! I can't believe he is even in office. You do know, he stole the election."
I cut into my steak and tried to ignore them, as they began an endless tirade running down our president. I thought about the last night I spent with my husband, as he prepared to deploy. He had just returned from getting his smallpox and anthrax shots. The image of him standing in our kitchen packing his gas mask still gives me chills.
Once again the women's voices invaded my thoughts. "It is all about oil, you know. Our soldiers will go in and rape and steal all the oil they can in the name of 'freedom'. Hmph! I wonder how many innocent people they'll kill without giving it a thought? It's pure greed, you know."
My chest tightened as I stared at my wedding ring. I could still see how handsome my husband looked in his"mess dress" the day he slipped it on my finger. I wondered what he was wearing now. Probably his desert uniform, affectionately dubbed "coffee stains" with a heavy bulletproof vest over it.
"You know, we should just leave Iraq alone. I don't think they are hiding any weapons. In fact, I bet it's all a big act just to increase the president's popularity. That's all it is, padding the military budget at the expense of our social security and education. And, you know what else? We're just asking for another 9-ll. I can't say when it happens again that we didn't deserve it."
Their words brought to mind the war protesters I had watched gathering outside our base. Did no one appreciate the sacrifice of brave men and women, who leave their homes and family to ensure our freedom? Do they even know what "freedom" is?
I glanced at the table where the young men were sitting, and saw their courageous faces change. They had stopped eating and looked at each other dejectedly, listening to the women talking.
"Well, I, for one, think it's just deplorable to invade Iraq, and I am certainly sick of our tax dollars going to train professional baby killers we call a military."
Professional baby killers? I thought about what a wonderful father my husband is, and of how long it would be before he would see our children again.
That's it! Indignation rose up inside me. Normally reserved, pride in my husband gave me a brassy boldness I never realized I had. Tonight one voice will answer on behalf of our military, and let her pride in our troops be known.
Sliding out of my booth, I walked around to the adjoining booth and placed my hands flat on their table. Lowering myself to eye level with them, I smilingly said, "I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. You see, I'm sitting here trying to enjoy my dinner alone. And, do you know why? Because my husband, whom I love with all my heart, is halfway around the world defending your right to say rotten things about him."
"Yes, you have the right to your opinion, and what you think is none of my business. However, what you say in public is something else, and I will not sit by and listen to you ridicule MY country, MY president, MY husband, and all the other fine American men and women who put their lives on the line, just so you can have the freedom to complain. Freedom is an expensive commodity, ladies". Don't let your actions cheapen it."
I must have been louder that I meant to be, because the manager came over to inquire if everything was all right. "Yes, thank you," I replied. Then turning back to the women, I said, "Enjoy the rest of your meal."
As I returned to my booth applause broke out. I was embarrassed for making a scene, and went back to my half eaten steak. The women picked up their check and scurried away.
After finishing my meal, and while waiting for my check, the manager returned with a huge apple cobbler ala mode. "Compliments of those soldiers," he said. He also smiled and said the ladies tried to pay for my dinner, but that another couple had beaten them to it. When I asked who, the manager said they had already left, but that the gentleman was a veteran, and wanted to take care of the wife of one of our boys."
With a lump in my throat, I gratefully turned to the soldiers and thanked them for the cobbler. Grinning from ear to ear, they came over and surrounded the booth. "We just wanted to thank you, ma'am. You know we can't get into confrontations with civilians, so we appreciate what you did."
As I drove home, for the first time since my husband's deployment, I didn't feel quite so alone. My heart was filled with the warmth of the other diners who stopped by my table, to relate how they, too, were proud of my husband, and would keep him in their prayers. I knew their flags would fly a little higher the next day. :texasflag :walkingsm
 

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Thanks to all our folks wearing the best uniform in the world today.... My heart goes out to you, and may you be safe in in the position your in....... God bless
 

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Wow Fletch..great story there...brought tears to my eyes.
I pray each day for the safe return of our troops from overseas.
Thanks to all the soldiers who have fought for and/or are fighting for our freedom.

God Bless America!
 

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Amen...

The price of freedom is high. Very few are willing to step up to the challenge. I just have to smile at peoples ignorance these days. I almost got into a fight in a restaurant the other day with 3 people. The Thomas Hamill story was on TV and the guy said he didn't feel sorry for anyone who was over there, Hamill deserved what he got. Talk about making my blood boil. What a moron. All Hamill was trying to do was feed his family. They had an interview with him last night on TV, very compelling stuff. The guy is a true American.

I salute our armed forces and their families. Our veterans and fighting men and women make this country free every day, not a bunch of tree huggin, flag burning, liberal pot lickers. If they don't like it, leave

I still get a lump in my throat when they play the national anthem and raise the flag at a ball game or anywhere else. If I ever loose that feeling, somebody take me out.

God Bless America.

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Standing on my stump and saluting.......
 

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Thanks to all who served this country. Memorial day is a special day around our house, Dad made a point to the entire family when we were young that we would take time to remember the cost of freedom. He was US Navy, gun crew assigned to a tanker on the Murmansk Run in the North Atlantic. Dad is gone now, but the tradition continues.
 

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It has always been a special day

for my family. I, my Father, my Father-in Law, both of my Grandfathers all my Uncles and many other family members have served in the Armed Services. When I was a child growing up, I spent many days/years with all the good friends I made at the local VFW. I get a tear in my eyes every time I hear Taps.
 

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