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    P A T R I O T I S M

    in General Discussion

    Posted

        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.

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    P A T R I O T I S M

    in General Discussion

    Posted

    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.

    P A T R I O T I S M

    in General Discussion

    Posted

          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 )

    MY NAME IS SARAH !!!!

    in General Discussion

    Posted

          " 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

    AMD Processor change ???

    in General Help

    Posted

    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.

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