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This is something i wrote back in november, after going to the abe
lincoln nat'l cemetery about a mile from my house. It's about a soldier writing in his journal, and his mother writing in hers about the same time.. Hope you enjoy it. The last names used are those of my friends here in illinois,some of which are veterans. Soldier writing in his diary: Before I lay down for the night, I hope that everyone's safe at home. I have talked to God more in the past few months than I have in my lifetime. I ask for him to keep an eye on Mom and Dad, and my sisters Janice and Dianne too. I ask Him for guidance so that I may do my job the way that I was trained to do: swiftly and accurately, and to try to make a difference in these trying times. I pray to Him each night to keep an eye on my Brothers and Sisters here too, both those that I see everyday, those that I see from time to time, and those that I may never meet at all. I ask for Him to give guidance to my leaders, so that they make good decisions for us to follow, and for us to follow them correctly. I pray that the devil, disguised in a cloak, will leave this foreign land, and let these people enjoy what we have at home- FREEDOM. But mostly, I pray for Him to keep an eye of my Brothers here- Johnson,Saunders,Siok,Serrano,Masood,Lee,Chin, Cullen,Johannson,and SGT. Ruiz. They are my Family here,and they are the people that can save me when my time comes. Momma-I know that that I'm your only son, but if I should die here, know that I have BROTHERS. Mother writing in her diary: Dear Lord, I pray for you to watch over our son Calvin,and to give us strength if something were to happen to him. You know that we have been there where he is now, but that was 35 years ago,and thousands of miles away. It was a similar situation, and we were just kids then, just as Cal is now.He's a bit older than we were,James and I being 22 then, but in combat age doesn't matter to hostility.We hope that if he's hurt, You in Your wisdom, will give the nurses and doctors the skills to help him,and to heal him. If in Your wisdom, it's time to call Cal Home, we pray that he goes quickly and without suffering. We hope that his passing will serve as a reminder to his buddies to watch each-others backs more closely. He's talked to us in letters, and over the phone about how his squad does everything together, and that they are known as Ruiz' Rambling Raiders. I pray that you give Sgt.Ruiz the heart to do what's right, and that his leaders, including Cal, trained him well. |
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The sacrifice of a Soldier fighting for our freedom...amazing!
The power of a mothers prayer... Heartwarming... 
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You're a man of many, many talents, Mr. P. I love it ... very cool indeed!
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Rapunzel
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Thu 06/19/08 08:27 AM
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This is something i wrote back in november, after going to the abe lincoln nat'l cemetery about a mile from my house. It's about a soldier writing in his journal, and his mother writing in hers about the same time.. Hope you enjoy it. The last names used are those of my friends here in illinois,some of which are veterans. Soldier writing in his diary: Before I lay down for the night, I hope that everyone's safe at home. I have talked to God more in the past few months than I have in my lifetime. I ask for him to keep an eye on Mom and Dad, and my sisters Janice and Dianne too. I ask Him for guidance so that I may do my job the way that I was trained to do: swiftly and accurately, and to try to make a difference in these trying times. I pray to Him each night to keep an eye on my Brothers and Sisters here too, both those that I see everyday, those that I see from time to time, and those that I may never meet at all. I ask for Him to give guidance to my leaders, so that they make good decisions for us to follow, and for us to follow them correctly. I pray that the devil, disguised in a cloak, will leave this foreign land, and let these people enjoy what we have at home- FREEDOM. But mostly, I pray for Him to keep an eye of my Brothers here- Johnson,Saunders,Siok,Serrano,Masood,Lee,Chin, Cullen,Johannson,and SGT. Ruiz. They are my Family here,and they are the people that can save me when my time comes. Momma-I know that that I'm your only son, but if I should die here, know that I have BROTHERS. Mother writing in her diary: Dear Lord, I pray for you to watch over our son Calvin,and to give us strength if something were to happen to him. You know that we have been there where he is now, but that was 35 years ago,and thousands of miles away. It was a similar situation, and we were just kids then, just as Cal is now.He's a bit older than we were,James and I being 22 then, but in combat age doesn't matter to hostility.We hope that if he's hurt, You in Your wisdom, will give the nurses and doctors the skills to help him,and to heal him. If in Your wisdom, it's time to call Cal Home, we pray that he goes quickly and without suffering. We hope that his passing will serve as a reminder to his buddies to watch each-others backs more closely. He's talked to us in letters, and over the phone about how his squad does everything together, and that they are known as Ruiz' Rambling Raiders. I pray that you give Sgt.Ruiz the heart to do what's right, and that his leaders, including Cal, trained him well. 
There just aren't any words that are even closely descriptive enough to fully impart & express The Gratitude we feel for all of you & for your amazing hard work, steadfast dedication & willingness For All of you, Our beloved < often unsung > Heroes who place yourselves in the midst of harm's way To preserve Freedom all over the world & to protect Your Country & Your People Each & Every Day
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back to the top...
this is wayyyy too good 
to just go into the archives  
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As Memorial Day is neigh again, I thjought I'd pull this out of the cobwebs. To my Brothers, and Sisters of the US military, I salute you.
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As Memorial Day is neigh again, I thjought I'd pull this out of the cobwebs. To my Brothers, and Sisters of the US military, I salute you. 
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Ty for sharing elwood.
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This is something i wrote back in november, after going to the abe lincoln nat'l cemetery about a mile from my house. It's about a soldier writing in his journal, and his mother writing in hers about the same time.. Hope you enjoy it. The last names used are those of my friends here in illinois,some of which are veterans. Soldier writing in his diary: Before I lay down for the night, I hope that everyone's safe at home. I have talked to God more in the past few months than I have in my lifetime. I ask for him to keep an eye on Mom and Dad, and my sisters Janice and Dianne too. I ask Him for guidance so that I may do my job the way that I was trained to do: swiftly and accurately, and to try to make a difference in these trying times. I pray to Him each night to keep an eye on my Brothers and Sisters here too, both those that I see everyday, those that I see from time to time, and those that I may never meet at all. I ask for Him to give guidance to my leaders, so that they make good decisions for us to follow, and for us to follow them correctly. I pray that the devil, disguised in a cloak, will leave this foreign land, and let these people enjoy what we have at home- FREEDOM. But mostly, I pray for Him to keep an eye of my Brothers here- Johnson,Saunders,Siok,Serrano,Masood,Lee,Chin, Cullen,Johannson,and SGT. Ruiz. They are my Family here,and they are the people that can save me when my time comes. Momma-I know that that I'm your only son, but if I should die here, know that I have BROTHERS. Mother writing in her diary: Dear Lord, I pray for you to watch over our son Calvin,and to give us strength if something were to happen to him. You know that we have been there where he is now, but that was 35 years ago,and thousands of miles away. It was a similar situation, and we were just kids then, just as Cal is now.He's a bit older than we were,James and I being 22 then, but in combat age doesn't matter to hostility.We hope that if he's hurt, You in Your wisdom, will give the nurses and doctors the skills to help him,and to heal him. If in Your wisdom, it's time to call Cal Home, we pray that he goes quickly and without suffering. We hope that his passing will serve as a reminder to his buddies to watch each-others backs more closely. He's talked to us in letters, and over the phone about how his squad does everything together, and that they are known as Ruiz' Rambling Raiders. I pray that you give Sgt.Ruiz the heart to do what's right, and that his leaders, including Cal, trained him well.
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http://www.usa-patriotism.com/poems/tv/veterans-01.htm Veterans While there have been and are many patriots who made the USA what She has become and remains today, there should be no doubt about how far our great nation has come to be through the bravery of those who honorably served all in the military with some taking the ultimate fall and the others carrying on with civilian life when their duty was done. They are America's veterans who were there for us each day, like our valiant troops do so now, safeguarding our great, beloved USA against all who dared to cause Her harm. So, let us all stand proudly tall on Veterans Day . . . giving thankful praise in remembrance of their noble deeds for sake of America's security needs. By David G. Bancroft 
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http://www.usa-patriotism.com/poems/tv/memorial_day-01.htm
Memorial Day Today is for remembering, And honoring those who gave Their last measure of devotion, Our freedom thus to save, And also our sweet liberty, For which they bled and died, Or suffered pain and anguish, Which history cannot hide. They wanted us to be free, Free from tyranny, And free from kings and rulers, From far across the sea, And free to be a nation Where patriots reside, And where their children can be free, And never have to hide. Where loving fathers and mothers, Can teach their children dear, About our Heavenly Father, And why He's placed us here, Who's given us our freedom, And wants us to be true, True to God, and true to man, And our Red, White and Blue. We need to here remember The sacrifice they made, And honor them upon this day With music and parade, And also showing gratitude To Father up above, For freedom and for liberty, And this nation that we love. "Greater love hath no man Than this," the Savior said, "That a man lay down his life For his friends." That's what I read In John, Chapter 15, Where Jesus speaks of love, And also speaks of friendship In mansions up above. He gave His life upon the cross That you and I might be Free from death's eternal grasp, And pain and misery, And free from sin and error, And chains of bondage, too, So let us also honor Him, Each day, our whole life through. Not only on the battlefield, But in our hearts as well, Should be the "Pride of Ownership" In our dear Liberty Bell, And also the Statue of Liberty, And our Founding Fathers here, Who wrote as God directed, Those documents I love dear, And since that day in history, True patriots have stood, So they could be counted, Because they understood How precious freedom really is, And how we need to be Doing all that we can do To keep this nation free. God bless us as a nation, And bless each patriot, too, And bless the living and the dead Who've stood both brave and true, And fought our nation's battles At home and on foreign shore, Just as they're now fighting In the Iraqi war. Not fighting thus to conquer, But to set that nation free, Free from chains of bondage, And also tyranny, And tyrants who would thus enslave The people of that land, Who've yearned for freedom many years, Because they understand How precious freedom really is, And why they want to be Free from chains of bondage, And from captivity, And there are many there who've given Their last measure, too, For freedom and for liberty, That's worthy to pursue. Today let's pause and honor The living, and the dead Who've given their last measure, And let our prayers be said For those who yet may suffer In chains of bondage here, And remember, please remember, That all to God are dear. By James H. Lee Jr. 
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