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Nov
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These Soldiers tour around the world entertaining soldiers and theirs family with their talents. It is a free show where ever it is seen with us. The USO also takes part with this. These are the photos and videos from the last soldier show.........
Just check out my page for the photos and video and enjoy the shows!
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Nov
28 |
As You All Know That I am In The U.S. Army. Also To Inform You That We Are Deploying Very Soon. This deployment is going to happen around the Christmas Season. If You Stop Seeing Me On. Thats Pretty Much When You Will Know That I am Deployed.
(Vila, David HHC 3rd BSTB 3/10 FOB Shank APO AE 09354) I Am Not Asking For Anything But If You Would Like To We Would Greatly Appreciated It. If you do decide to send anything, you can start sending during the middle of January of 2009. Items That You Can Send Are:
Thank You again for your support.....
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Nov
28 |
Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing blue every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the 'silent majority'. We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or overbearing. Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops. Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -- and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar, will wear something blue. By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of blue much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers. If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, coworkers, friends, and family, it will not be long before the USA is covered in BLUE and it will let our troops know the once 'silent' majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on. The first thing a soldier says when asked 'What can we do to make things better for you?' is: 'We need your support and your prayers.' Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example, and wear something blue every Friday.
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Nov
28 |
Right now it seems like to us troops that Obama is talking a good game to get elected. He is making it seem like that he is going to be helping the economy out and supporting his own troops as well. We are not buying this at all. We already know that he is planning on cutting funding to the U.S. Military. This also means down sizing the military as well. This is something that can not happen right now. Especially of the situation going on with the war on terrorism. We have troops in Iraq. Right now the U.S. DoD just swiched everyones deployements orders around to instead of sending the majority of our troops to Iraq, they are sending them to Afghanistan instead, the forgotten war of our time right now. Yes, Afghanistan IS the Vietman of our time. Meaning it IS trully the forgotten war right now. Everyone assumes that we are all rotating in and out of Iraq. No, that is not true. Trust me I know. I was deployed to Afghanistan already. When we came back, people acted like we didn't do anything for our country. Instead of people thanking us, they treated us like dirt. Meaning like we were not shot at or anything like that. And still right now as we speak we are still being treated like that. Well now this nation realizes that yes there are situations going on in Afghanistan too! It's not just Iraq it never was just Iraq. It was just forgotten by our on people! Also another factor is that Obama wants to raise taxes so he can do more spending with our money. Do you really want this? I fear that if Obama gets elected, an unexperienced canidate, this country will be in great recession and maybe never coming out of it for a very long time. Please do not vote for Obama so he becomes the first black President of The United States. Please leave race out of this. When you do vote, just think of what I wrote here. That's all I'm asking.
By the way, here is a video of Obama's true colors in action. Observe that Obama refuses to solute by placing his right hand over his heart during the national anthem is being played. All the others are doing it. And he's our President Now?!?!?!?
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Nov
28 |
Obama went over to Afghanistan to visit. The troops that knew he was coming and supported him during the election came to see his arrival over there. When he came down the step from his flight, all the troops were waving at him. Obama did NOT waive back. Nor did he acknowledge that they were there.
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Nov
28 |
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, my daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded b\y love I would sleep in perfect contentment, or so it would seem. So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, and I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old Perhaps a Soldier, huddled here in the cold. Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. "What are you doing?" I asked without fear "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeves, you should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!" For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts, to the window that danced with a warm fire's light then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night" "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, that separates you from the darkest of times. No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December." then he sighed, "That's a Christmas Gram always remembers." My dad stood his watch in the jungle of 'Nam And now it is my turn and so, here I am. I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure git her smile. Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red white and blue...an American Flag. "I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home, I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat, I can carry the weight of killing another or lay down my life with my sisters and brothers who stand at the front against any and all, to insure for all time that this flag will not fall." "So go back inside, "he said, "harbor no fright Your family is waiting and I'll be all right." "But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your wife and your son." Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone. To stand your own watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead, to know you remember we fought and we bled is payment enough to you as you mattered to us.
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Nov
28 |
Last week I was in Atlanta, Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest act's of patriotism I have ever seen. Moving thru the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camo's, as they began heading to their gate everyone (well almost everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering. When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered for it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families. Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the lines everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal. Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our service men and women a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old, ran up to one of the male soldiers. He kneeled down and said "hi," the little girl then she asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her. The young soldier, he didn't look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would try and what did she want to give her daddy. Then suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek. The mother of the little girl, who said her daughters name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter, Courtney, missed her father, the situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second. Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military looking walkie-talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it. After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said to her, "I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you. "He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying "your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon." The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to this to his feet he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event unfolded. As the soldiers began to leave, heading tpowards their gate, people resumed their applause. As I stood there applauding and looked around, there were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek. We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day, it's good to be an American.
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Nov
28 |
It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier, not the lawyer, who has given us the right to a fair trial. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag and who allows the protester to burn the flag.
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Nov
28 |
Her hair up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone. But the girl went to school, eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats. One by one the teacher called, a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to share. Each of them were searching, for a man who wasn't there. "Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out. "She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say. "Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day." The words did not offend her, as she smiled at her friends. And looked back at her teacher, who told her to beign. And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique. My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be with me on this day. And though you cannot meet him, I want you to know. All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing all alone. 'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart" And from somewhere in the crow of dads, her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud. "I love my daddy ver much, he's my shining star, and if he could he'd be here, but heaven's just too far, But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away." And then she closed her eyes. and saw him there that day. And to her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side. "I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt. Not on in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed. But there placed on her desktop, was a beautiful fragrant pink rose. And a child was blessed, if only a moment, by the love of her shining bright star. And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.
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Nov
28 |
We in The United States have all heard the haunting song "Taps." It's the song that gives us that lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes.
Fading light...Dims the sight...And a star...Gems the sky...Gleaming bright... From afar... Drawing nigh...Falls the night. Thanks and praise...For our days...Neath the sun...Neath the Stars...Neath the sky...As we go... This we know... God is nigh.
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male, 36 y/o Soldier Ft Drum, United States 
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