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Dedicated to: All Service Men and Women
Posted by: Jeanne in Waukesha, WI
Prayer: Lord, Hold these loved ones in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Give them courage, hope and strength. May they ever experience your firm support, gentle love and compassionate healing. We ask this in your name. Amen.




Dedicated to:
all soldiers especially those who have not received a personal prayer
Posted by: Sharon Lee Casey in Fairport, NY
Prayer: Lord, I ask you to remain at the side of all those soldiers who have no one praying for them. Be present for them at all times and soften their hearts to Your Tender Heart and Love.

Take care of yourself, Rapunzel!

I know I went crazy the other day, and I am sorry.

I sat down with my neighbor, an SSG in the AirForce and we talked about how I don't want to date another soldier because of what happened with the one I truly loved. He laughed and said, "We are not all like that!" (We have both been interested in each other long before my solider in Iraq, I just never thought we should take that step.)

Anyway, you have to understand that I was in a lot of pain. My heart hurt. I loved him so fiercely if you couldn't tell. I react that way I love. If I didn't love him, I wouldn't have been in so much pain.

Again, I am so sorry.

I made an ass out of myself and I ask forgiveness.

He flew out of Kuwait yesterday.

I still haven't heard from him.

I just want a phone call telling me he is okay. Nothing else. I still worry about him. I just want him to be okay and safe. I don't care anymore if he wants to be with me. I gave up that dream.

I just want him safe.

"Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill,

that we shall pay any price, bear any burden,

meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe,

to assure the survival and the success of liberty".


JFK Quote

I have neither the time nor the
inclination to explain myself to a man
who rises and sleeps under the blanket
of the very freedom I provide,
then questions the manner in which I provide it.

I'd prefer you just said thank you
and went on your way.

Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a
weapon and stand a post.

Col. Jessep

http://youtube.com/watch?v=LnsW82BFjsM


Remember those that have gone before...

Oh Sweetie.....


We all make mistakes, Little Sister


I am honored that you would come to me

and ask for my forgiveness.....


Of course i forgive you


how could i not?

if i can't forgive others,

how can i expect to be forgiven?





i have a very good friend in the war...

we've been in contact for almost a year

and we IM when he has the time...

and when their computers are up & running

and when he isn't on a mission...


it is impossible to understand what is going on there ,

unless we have been there & walked in their boots


I would be devastated too

if he deleted me from his account



I know we were very hard on you yesterday ...

i am sorry too

i had conflicting feelings about it all

i tried to understand how you felt

but you were pretty irrational ...



Emotions do get the best of us sometimes





I certainly forgive you wholeheartedly


and hope that you heal fully...

and i hope that he contacts you

and at least lets you know what is going on


in the meantime /// whether he writes or calls....

it really is not the most important thing..

i think the real issue here is that

you need to get yourself as strong emotionally as you can


realize that Your very Own Special Worth

is much more

than what others may think

or not think of you ...



We, esp. as women , i think ... are so geared to feel

that what others think of us is gospel ..... the final word..


not the case ...

you are a smart, beautiful vibrant young woman ,

with a lot going on for you and a bright future




please.... never let anyone get you to the place

in your head & heart

where you lose your cool

or compromise your integrity....


by me saying this...

doesn't mean that i have this mastered


it just means that i am aware of how it must be

and am trying to implement this into my own life

and trying to help pass the torch of light

to all those who will receive it...

thank you so much...and i love you


take good care dear lady

~ friend ~ sister ~ & daughter

A poetry request by Vicki, I'm glad I can help you with the hard times, hon.


We Are Not a Number!


Today, they brought us together, the 11 of us and took a picture
I starred at the camera, thoughts racing through my brain so rapidly
Here, I am considered an enemy by most, at home, there is so much stricture
Though I never asked to go to war, I did volunteer and on all oaths I agreed

They provide each of us with a copy of the photo and my eyes form a tear
Looking at the 11 of us, knowing that only 3 or 4 could return home burns into my brain
These are my brothers, my family; thier families at home, all details made clear
I know about my brother's wives, parents, children; the thought of them dying nearly drives me insane

This damn war, which has brought us all so very close can take it all with one bomb
Americans sit on their comfy couches, watching the news, having no idea what it's like
They see the headline "Four Americans killed today in Iraq" and turn the page and continue on
Those four men were my brothers and they spend more time talking another gas price spike

Those men had families, they had people who loved them, they had hopes and they had dreams
All they are given by the American people is short headline in the paper or a quick news screen
We are dying here, try to understand we are so much more than just a number on a chart
Understand that we humans, we have families and that number you see means a thousand broken hearts




© Copyright 2008 Den Wedding. All Rights Reserved by Author.


*This poem was inspired by this picture http://stliraqwarvets.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/iraq-war.jpg*

They say a picture says a thousand words... Den your words are worth a lifetime!


To those past before... Always near

Dear Vicki...

thank you for who you are...

and thank you for your love & light

your presence here is priceless

thank you so much Dear, Dear Man....


i know that many Americans are so insensitive


but we are not all like that


i just want you to know


there are some of us who love you & respect you

We pray for you day and night ,

whether we know you or not...


Please Think of us, too, as we pray for you

& thank you with all of our hearts and souls

You are not forgotten, you are well loved

you are not just another news article

i don't even have a TV or a couch

Vanessa

I just had to remind everyone that those that have gone before are the reason we live today...

I'm Den and it's my pleasure. I'm only the poet, I'm not there, God just gave me a gift and I enjoy helping others and making points other don't have the right perspective about.

~Den

Vanessa
Den is too modest! He may not be there but he was military and has given of himself.
His talents are healing to others and wonderfully received and he is greatly loved and respected.
For what he gave when he was in and what he gives now I salute him and hold him dear to me.

Vicki

((((((Vicki)))))) Thank you very much, hon




~Den

that is so right, Vicki


thank you for helping reinforce that
in all that you do
every word you speak
and
every breath that you breathe

thanks Den....


respect & love always


Vanessa

so cool...


thank you dear...


much love to both of you


and to Lurch too



who is not so far away at all...

i posted this in my profile

and in the poetry and quote section...

and again now here





I love the writings of ~ Chief Seattle ~


~ the letter he wrote to our President

called ~ " Where is the Eagle Gone " ~

Chief Seattle was the Native American

for whom Seattle, Washington is named.

Here is his most famous speech,
truly a masterpiece of art with words.

How Can You Buy or Sell the Sky?

How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land?
That idea is strange to us.
If we do not own the freshness of the air
and the sparkle of the water,
how can you buy them?

Every part of this earth is sacred to my people.
Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore,
every mist in the dark woods, every
clearing and humming insect is holy
in the memory and experience of my people.
The sap which courses through the trees
carries the memory of the red man.

The white man's dead forget the country of their birth
when they go to walk among the stars.

Our dead never forget this beautiful earth,
for it is the mother of the red man.
We are part of the earth and it is part of us.

The perfumed flowers are our sisters,
the deer, the horse, the great eagle,
these are our brothers.

The rocky crests,
the juices in the meadows,
the body heat of the pony, and man
- all belong to the same family.

So, when the Great Chief in Washington
sends word that he wishes to buy our land,
he asks much of us.
The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place
so that we can live comfortably to ourselves.
He will be our father and we will be his children.

So we will consider your offer to buy our land.

But it will not be easy.
For this land is sacred to us.
This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers
is not just water but the blood of our ancestors.

If we sell you land,
you must remember that it is sacred,
and you must teach your children that it is sacred
and that the ghostly reflection in the clear water
of the lakes tells us events
and memories in the life of my people.

The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.
The rivers are our brothers,
they quench our thirst.
The rivers carry our canoes, feed our children.

If we sell our land, you must learn,
and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers,
and yours, and you must henceforth
give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother.

We know that the white man
does not understand our ways.

One portion of the land is the
same to him as the next, for he is a stranger
who comes in the night and takes from the land
whatever he needs.
The earth is not his brother, but his enemy,
and when he has conquered it, he moves on.

He leaves his father's grave behind,
and he does not care.
He kidnaps the earth from his children,
and he does not care.
His father's grave
and his children's birthright are forgotten.

He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother,
the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold
like sheep or bright beads.
His appetite will devour the earth
and leave behind only a desert.

I do not know.
Our ways are different than yours.

The sight of your cities
pains the eyes of the red man.
But perhaps because the red man is a savage
and does not understand.

There is no quiet place in the white man's cities.
No place to hear the unfurling leaves in spring,
or the rustle of an insect's wings.

But perhaps it is because I am a savage
and do not understand.

The clatter only seems to insult the ears.

And what is there to life
if man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill
or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night?

I am red man and do not understand.

The Indian prefers the soft sound of
the wind darting over the face of a pond,

and the smell of the wind itself,
cleaned by a mid-day rain, or scented by the pinon pine.
The air is precious to the red man,
for all things share the same breath
- the beast, the tree, the man,
they all share the same breath.

The white man does not seem to notice
the air he breathes.
Like a man dying for many days is numb to the stench.
But if we sell you our land,
you must remember that the air is precious to us,
that the air shares its spirit
with all the life it supports.

The wind that gave our grandfather
his first breath also receives his last sigh.
And if we sell you our land,
you must keep it apart and sacred,
as a place where even the white man can go
to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers.

So we will consider your offer to buy our land.
If we decide to accept,
I'll make one condition,
the white man must treat the beasts of this
land as his brothers.
I am a savage and I do not understand any other way.

I have seen a thousand rotting buffalos on the prairie,
left by the white man who shot them from a passing train.
I am a savage and I do not understand
how the smoking iron horse can be more important
than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive.

What is man without the beasts?
If all the beasts were gone,
man would die from a great loneliness of spirit.
For whatever happens to the beasts,
soon happens to man.
All things are connected.

You must teach the children that the ground
beneath their feet is the ashes of your grandfathers.
So that they will respect the land,
tell your children that the earth is rich
with the lives of our kin.
Teach your children what we have taught our children,
that the earth is our mother.

Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth.

If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.

This we know, the earth does not belong to man,

man belongs to the earth. This we know.

All things are connected like the
blood which unites one family.
All things are connected.
Whatever befalls the earth,
befalls the sons of the earth.
Man did not weave the web of life,
he is merely a strand in it.
Whatever he does to the web,
he does to himself.

Even the white man, whose God walks
and talks with him as friend to friend,
cannot be exempt from the common destiny.

We may be brothers after all.
We shall see. One thing we know,
which the white man may discover one
day - our God is the same God.

You may think you know that you own
Him as you wish to own our land,
but you cannot. He is the God of man,
and His compassion is equal
for the red man and the white.
This earth is precious to him,
and to harm the earth
is to heap contempt on its Creator.

The whites too shall pass, perhaps
sooner than all other tribes.
Contaminate your bed,
and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.
But in your perishing you will shine brightly,
fired by the strength of the God
who brought you to this land
and for some special purpose
gave you dominion over this land
and over the red man.

That destiny is a mystery to us,
for we do not understand
when the buffalo are all slaughtered,
the wild horses are tamed,
the secret corners of the forest
heavy with the scent of many men,
and the view of the ripe hills
blotted by talking wires.

Where is the thicket? Gone.
Where is the eagle? Gone.
The end of living
and beginning of survival.

Chief Sealth (Seattle)

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