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Only 2 more days until Christmas, I can almost hear those sleigh bells jingling can’t you? Tonight we have the final (24 different ones) version of this classic song performed by Jessica and a sailor from the USS Harry Truman, Petty Officer John Britt. While we are all atwitter getting ready for Christmas, how about we say a prayer for all the members of our military, especially those serving overseas who will not be home for Christmas this year. Merry Christmas and God bless Our Troops!
Once again we find ourselves on the anniversary of the attack on the World Trade Centers. Once again, most people are sticking their head in the sand and just going about their business and not even thinking about world events. On this day I choose to not only remember those who died on that day, but to also think of the thousands of our military members who have died since then fighting to keep us safe. So how about we all send up a prayer to ask for the safety of the men and women serving our country today? For those of you who are against war (and what sane person is not) I remind you the threat of Islam is still out there. You will notice I just said Islam and not radical Islam because I consider them to be mostly one and the same. If you don’t believe that most Islamist want to kill you just do a little reading on the groups called ISIS, ISIL, or IS. Their stated goal is to take over the world and to convert you or see you dead. I think the scariest thing about these groups is the amount of money they have supporting them. It is one thing to have a group of haters wanting to kill you, but it is another thing when that group has untold millions of dollars backing their efforts. So before you go to sleep tonight, how about saying a prayer for our troops and the troops from all the other countries that are helping to protect us. God Bless America, and God Bless Our Troops!
I would like to take a moment to thank all the veterans out there on this day, as we remember those who gave all in service to our country. We should all thank God we live in this country, even with all our problems the USA is still the best country in the world in my opinion. So if you are out and about just enjoying a day off, at least take a moment to think about those who serve so that we may enjoy our freedoms. Thank You, and God Bless You.
I copied this from the blog Town and Country Gardening and I had a lump in my throat after reading it. I was reminded we should thank all of those in uniform who sacrifice so much to protect us every day. Let us pray for all of them and their families and hope for their safe return. God Bless our soldiers and God Bless America!
Think your having a bad day? Consider what every day is like for a soldier.
By Jason Wright – Dear soldier on an Alaskan Airlines flight from Washington, D.C. to Seattle
Early on Feb. 9, in the cold, black and blue hours of a winter Sunday, I said nothing.
I first saw you in your camouflage fatigues patiently waiting in the airport security line.
I spotted you later shuffling around the gate with a wide smile on your face waiting to board the six-hour, non-stop flight from Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport to Seattle-Tacoma International.
I wonder where your service has taken you. What have you witnessed as you’ve sacrificed so much to protect and defend America and her allies?
I watched a hurried woman stop and thank you for your service. You were so kind, so gracious, so humble.
Still, I said nothing.
I don’t know your name, where you were coming from, or if Seattle was even your final destination. I could have asked all those things.
More importantly, I could have thanked you for serving our country.
But, I didn’t.
I’ve certainly launched those conversations before. When it’s been convenient, I’ve stopped other service members in airports, restaurants and gas stations around the country. Like so many others, I’ve paid for meals when they were behind me in line or tucked into the neighboring booth.
This morning I was too tired, too grouchy and too annoyed at my nasty head cold. Don’t you understand I’d been up since 4 a.m. and already driven 90 miles to the airport?
I saw you again when you boarded, but I was far too busy bemoaning my minuscule middle seat and complaining about our high row number. I told my seat mates we were so far back on the plane, our arrival time was 15 minutes later than those in first class.
Eventually, I settled in and allowed my mind to wander up to your row. Where were you stationed? How long had you been in the military? Were you going home for good, or only for a few short days that pass too fast?
Who would be waiting for you on the other end? A beautiful bride who can barely catch her breath at the thought of seeing you descend the escalator? Young children with crayon and construction paper signs? A mother and father who will whisper prayers in your ear as they wrap their grateful arms around you?
I could have asked those things, too, but I was preoccupied with missing my own family already and we weren’t even airborne.
Soldier, sometimes I’m gone for a day or two, maybe six or seven. Did you know I’ve even had a few trips run two full weeks? After grueling school assemblies and exhausting book signings I absolutely ache to return home to my loved ones.
Fourteen days away from my family! In a row! I bet you can’t even imagine that, can you, Soldier?
I wonder where your service has taken you. What have you witnessed as you’ve sacrificed so much to protect and defend America and her allies? Have you been sitting at a small, metal desk in some green zone? Or are you a member of a special operations unit where losing your life is a real possibility every day you punch in?
Honestly, it doesn’t matter.
I believe the uniform doesn’t care where you’re serving and what your specific assignment is, it only cares that you’re wearing it. Honor doesn’t come from any particular type of service; it comes from the service itself.
I wish I’d told you that, too.
Instead, I blew my nose and felt sorry for myself and the work piling up back home. I’ve got too many projects, too many columns, too many Facebook posts to manage and an eternity of emails to sort. Working for myself presents so much unpredictability, anxiety and stress.
What a drag, right?
As for you and your colleagues in uniform? All you do is strap on a vest and hope that routine desert patrol isn’t your last.
Soldier, if I could have those moments back, I would shake your hand and thank you on behalf of everyone who feels more safe and secure because you’re doing work that many of us would not be courageous enough to do.
I would promise you that never again would I find myself so caught up in my own selfish discomfort to let you pass by. And I would suggest that if servicemen and women can do what they do, I can certainly do what I do.
I would say thank you for bravely going to work when you have a head cold and when life puts you in the middle seat.
I would say, “thank you.”
Can you say thank You To An Unknown Soldier?
Not only should we pause to remember those who lost their lives on that day, we should also remember we are still at war and we have thousands of troops in harm’s way serving our country. There are millions of Muslims in the world who wish us harm and would like nothing better than to see us dead at the point of a sword. These people have been killing each other for a thousand years simply because someone is of a different sect or a different tribe from the same country. So they certainly would have no qualms about killing you and shouting “Allah Akbar!” There are thousands of radical Islamists who would be willing to strap a bomb onto their chest and blow you up, there is no way to reason with someone like that. There will be another horrible incident in this country, just mark my words. When it happens, many of you will be asking why do they hate us so much? There is no reasonable answer to that question. What the radicals are doing to each other is no different that if Baptists started killing Methodists and calling them infidels. If something like that would make sense to you then maybe you can understand how the radicals think and you can explain it to the rest of us. Until then, keep prepping everyone.