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  1. New Christmas Poem TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY, AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY. THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR, BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE. I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE, ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME. THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE, I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY. THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE, 'SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE; I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE, MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS.' THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP, I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP. I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL AND WE BOTH SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL. I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT, THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT. THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE, WHISPERED, 'CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.' ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT. 'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,! AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.' This poem was written by a Marine. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable..... PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed. :icon_thumleft: :icon_thumleft:
  2. THE REAL MISS AMERICA http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z60/Angelictoo/realmissamerica.jpg :biggun: :biggun:
  3. That's probably it looking at both url's. It's very good - shame she misspelled "niece" She spelled it " neice "
  4. Thanks for both of those Tommie I love the SR-71
  5. I believe this should go in here. http://www.jerseyshoremoms.com/bloggers/cmcdowell/182014FatherReturnsHome.wmv
  6. You can take that to the bank!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  7. And the OIL BARONS in the USA will get even richer!!!! It really comes down that it's not the OIL it's the MONEY
  8. I'm with you Gyrl. I was USAF, SAC, B52's during the Cuban Crisis. About the last President to do anything right before he was assassinated. But like it is said : "Opinions are like a$$holes - everybodys got one but they are all different.
  9. HUMAN STATUE OF LIBERTY http://www.snopes.com/photos/patriotic/liberty.asp This is amazing.
  10. I hope this is not a repeat - if it is please forgive an Old Man. http://mywebpages.comcast.net/singingman7/TNOTW.htm
  11. Thank you coknuck. Tommie and I tried to figure how to post it. Very good job. Once again thanks for posting it.
  12. My hat's off to both of ya'll. Thanks $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ :smitten:
  13. I had not seen this before - I hope you enjoy and feel what I felt watching this.
  14. Sounds good to me if one would be set up.
  15. Totally " DEAD ON " Got my vote !!!!!!!!!!!!
  16. Veterans, One and All.... We Salute You WHAT IS A VET ? Some veterans bear visible signs of their service, a missing limb, an aged scar, a certain look in the eye. Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg, or perhaps another sort of inner steel - the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity. Except in parades or certain meetings, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can't tell a vet just by looking. What is a Vet? He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel. He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel. She-or he- is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang. He is the POW who went away one person and came back another- or didn't come back AT ALL. He is the Quantico drill instructor that has never seen combat but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each others back. He is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand. He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by. He is the three anonymous heroes in the Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless depths. He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket, palsied now and aggravatingly slow, who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come. He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being, a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs. He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known. If only each time we would see someone who served our country, not just on days we are expected to, we would simply lean over and say " Thank You ". That's all most people need and most times, it will mean more than any huge celebration or medals they could have been awarded or were awarded. Two little words that mean a lot, " THANK YOU ". ( Author Unknown )
  17. This may have been posted before but it needs to be posted AGAIN !!!! http://www.militarytimes.com/multimedia/video/hancock/
  18. Hope Ya'll Enjoy - I Did. http://www.alighthouse.com:80/flag.htm
  19. " My name is Sarah " >> My name is Sarah, I am but three, >> My eyes are swollen, I cannot see, >> I must be stupid, I must be bad, >> What else could have made my daddy so mad? >> I wish I were better, I wish I weren't ugly, >> Then maybe my Mommy would still want to hug me. >> I can't speak at all, I can't do a wrong >> Or else I'm locked up all the day long. >> When I awake I'm all alone >> The house is dark , my folks aren't home. >> When my Mommy does come I'll try and be nice, >> So maybe I'll get just one whipping tonight. >> Don't make a sound, I just heard a car >> My daddy is back from Charlie's Bar. >> I hear him curse my name he calls. >> I press myself against the wall. >> I try and hide from his evil eyes >> I'm so afraid now, I'm starting to cry. >> He finds me weeping, He shouts ugly words, >> He says its my fault that he suffers at work. >> He slaps me and hits me and yells at me more, >> I finally get free and I run for the door. >> He's already locked it ,and I start to bawl, >> He takes me and throws me against the hard wall. >> I fall to the floor, with my bones nearly broken, >> And my daddy continues with more bad words spoken. >> "I'm sorry!" I scream but its now much too late >> His face has been twisted into unimaginable hate. >> The hurt and the pain again and again >> Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! >> And he finally stops and heads for the door, >> While I lay there motionless sprawled on the floor. >> My name is Sarah and I am but three, >> Tonight my daddy Murdered me. >> There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can help. >> It sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on >> I pray for your forgiveness, because you would have to be one heartless >> person to not be affected by this email. And because you are affected, do >> something about it!! So all I am asking you to do is take some time to >> send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people >> like her dad do live in our society , and pray for child abuse to wither >> out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth. Please pass this >> poem on as a Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse because, as crazy as it >> might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. >> Please forward if you are AGAINST CHILD ABUSE
  20. Hey - thanks. Gives me some things to think about. No online gaming on my part. Just ez stuff to pass time. Thanks for input. Much appreciate. :afro:
  21. I am running an AMD 64 X2 4400+. Would there be any worthwhile benefit for me to change the processor over to an AMD FX-62 ?? Computer is new w/ 4GB DDR2 pc4200 ram.. Would any reliability factors come into play ?? T.I.A. All help appreciated.
  22. Where else can you get to talk to such truly great guys??
  23. I'm running 1280 x 1024 on this cheap LCD monitor. Wish I could go higher for Google Earth resolution down close. I must be just chillin' then !!!
  24. KEEPING IT IN PERSPECTIVE http://www.zenlala.com/images/KEEPINGITINPERSPECTIVE.pdf
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