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Being born on Flag Day in the year of our Lord nineteen and hmmmm seems to have permeated my life with patriotism. On my feet, with hand over heart when the National Anthem sounds, goosebumps hatch and a tear forms when "Old Glory" waves. Involvement with the military in one way or the other has spanned over 40 years. Nineteen of it as an Army wife, over 16 years working for a USAF contractor. I am very proud to have participated as a military wife.

I think my ex-father-in-love is some kind of special too


Asa Choate-USA Air Corps-WW II


son, Rob III (USA)




and stepsons Dwayne (USA Reserve)




and Shane (USA)
both currently serving in the military.


Memorial Day 2000
Since making this website I have received some wonderful messages from visitors. Some left a name, some simply said "thank you", some their military serial number, some said it all with "Semper Fi", and one WW2 Vet sent a picture of his dog tags. All are indelibly etched and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Judie


Veteran's Day 2000
We spent today in Lawton Oklahoma, not only celebrating a birthday, but participating in the Southwest Songwriter's Concert. We met a visionary songwriter there named David Kidd, a Viet Nam Veteran, who lead everyone in a tribute to Veterans. This was one of the most poignant and awesome days of my life. He is to be congratulated both for his music and his tribute.

Memorial Day 2001
Last night PBS aired their annual Memorial Day concert in Washington DC. If you didn't see it, you missed a wonderful concert. To see the Veteran's in the front row being honored and to hear Charles Durning and Tom Bosley reflections of two of the survivors was awe inspiring. Call your local PBS to see if it is going to be repeated.
Contact your VFW or American Legion and volunteer to help our homeless veterans... those who came home whole in body, but wounded in mind and spirit. Thank you, my friend for caring.

11 September 2001
The battlefield comes to America...and it's civilians


America Cries
by D.E. Waldron and Guy Parniex


A Nation Mourns



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Quote from American Legion Post 13, Albuquerque NM Newsletter:
"It doesn't matter when or what branch of the military you served....you served. It's our responsibility that none of our veterans are left behind."
-- Randy Ward, Commander


Mine is only one voice among many saying "thank you". Because of our Veterans, we enjoy our freedom. So, don't wait for Memorial Day. Don't just say "thank you" on Veteran's Day. Do it today. You don't know a vet? Look around, someone you know has served his/her country for you.



MSgt Mark R Weiss USAF(Ret) recently sent me the following illustration.

WHAT IS A VET?

Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a Jagged 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, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can't tell a vet just by looking. So, 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 who 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 other's backs.

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 deep.

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.

So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say "Thank You". That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.
~ ~ ~Father Denis Edward O'Brien, USMC




Thank you Olalaidh for a Living Memorial to all Patriots. Because of you and compassional caring people like you the World War II Memorial has become a reality.





Carole Ward, President American Legion Auxilliary Albuquerque, NM shared the following written by a U S Marine on Okinawa

Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom home made only of stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give,
And to see just who in this house did live.
As I looked all about a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots covered in sand,
On the wall hung pictures of some distant land.
With medals and badges and awards of all kinds,
A sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen,
For this was the home of a U.S. Marine.
I'd heard stories about them, I had to see more,
So I walked down the hall and opened the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.
He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I picured a U.S. Marine.
Could this be the hero of whom I'd just read,
Curled up in a poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan,
I soon realized this was more than just any man.
I realize the families I'd visit this night,
Owed their lives to these people always ready to fight.
In just a few hours all the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate another Christmas Day.
They all enjoy freedom each month and all year,
Because of Marines like this one lying here.
I couldn't help but wonder how many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve, in a land so far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
He must have awakened for I heard a rough voice
"Don't cry Santa for this is my choice.
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more,
God has control of my life, my country, my corps".
With that he rolled over and drifted off into sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent, so still,
Then I noticed he shivered from the cold nights chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
And covered my hero, from his toes to his head.
Then I put on his shirt of scarlet and gold,
With eagle, globe and anchor, emlazoned so bold.
Although it barely fit me, I swelled with pride,
For this one private moment, I felt Marine deep inside.
I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night,
This guardian of honor, willing to die in a fight.
But half a sleep he rolled over, in a voice clean and pure,
Said "Carry on Santa, it's Christmas Day and all is secure".
One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend,
Semper Fi,
and good night.
~ Author Unknown ~




Don't forget the Vets to whom we can't say "thank you"... only in our prayers. Let's bring them home.

SSgt Charles F Prevedel USA
POW/MIA date 17 April 1969
Adopted 14 June 1972







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