let the journey begin..............


Image and video hosting by TinyPicThis page is a dedication to all of Amercia's Heroes, dead or alive. From all branches, from all wars. Even if we agree or disagree, we have to back our heroes as they are only doing as they are told, like we do at our jobs. So please take time and check out this page. And maybe even say a prayer for all of our troops, their familes, and friends. And maybe even  pray for our country if you feel like I do, we need GOD'S help to get us  back on our feet, and be the Nation that we once were                                                                                                                                                                                              .                                                                                    




Meaning of a Flagged Draped Coffin

I hope you take the time to read this..... To understand what the flag draped coffin really means...... Here is how to understand the flag that laid upon it and is surrendered to so many widows and widowers.
Do you know that at military funerals, the 21-gun salute stands for the sum of the numbers in the year 1776?
Have you ever noticed the honor guard pays meticulous attention to correctly folding the United States of America Flag 13 times? You probably thought it was to symbolize the original 13 colonies, but we learn something new every day!
The 1st fold of the flag is a symbol of life
The 2nd fold is a symbol of the belief in eternal life.                                      The 3rd fold is made in honor and remembrance of the veterans departing the ranks who gave a portion of their lives for the defense of the country to attain peace throughout the world.
The 4th fold represents the weaker nature, for as American citizens trusting in God, it is to Him we turn in times of peace as well as in time of war for His divine guidance.
The 5th fold is a tribute to the country, for in the words of Stephen Decatur, "Our Country, in dealing with other countries, may she always be right; but it is still our country, right or wrong."
The 6th fold is for where people's hearts lie. It is with their heart that They pledge allegiance to the flag of the United! States Of America, and the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all. 
The 7th fold is a tribute to its Armed Forces, for it is through the Armed Forces that they protect their country and their flag against all her enemies, whether they be found within or without the boundaries of their republic.
The 8th fold is a tribute to the one who entered into the valley of the shadow of death, that we might see the light of day.
The 9th fold is a tribute to womanhood, and Mothers. For it has been through their faith, their love, loyalty and devotion that the character of the men and women who have made this country great has been molded. 
The 10th fold is a tribute to the father, for he, too, has given his sons and daughters for the defense of their country since they were first born.
The 11th fold represents the lower portion of the seal of King David and King Solomon and glorifies in the Hebrews eyes, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.
The 12th fold represents an emblem of eternity and glorifies, in the Christians eyes, God the Father, the Son and Holy Spirit.
The 13th fold, or when the flag is complete ly folded, the stars are uppermost reminding them of their nations motto, "In God We Trust." 
After the flag is completely folded and tucked in, it takes on the appearance of a cocked hat, ever reminding us of the soldiers who served under General George Washington, and the Sailors and Marines who served under Captain John Paul Jones, who were followed by their comrades and shipmates in the Armed Forces of the United States, preserving for them the rights, privileges and freedoms they enjoy today. 
There are some traditions and ways of doing things that have deep meaning. In the future, you'll see flags folded and now you will know why. 

            American Flag   American flag!     Eagle and American Flag                                                              flag wings                                                    

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Army Days

Joined Marines with Fiancee and was in Iraq. He didn't make it. Lost touch with her after about a year. 




Here is something Every American should know.
> 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.
> But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I
> think you will be interested to find out about its humble
> beginnings.
> Reportedly , it all began in 1862 during the Civil War,
> when Union Army
> Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near
> Harrison's Landing in
> Virginia .
> The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow
> strip of land.
> During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of
> a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field.
> Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the
> Captain decided to
> risk his life and bring the
> stricken man back for medical attention crawling on
> his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the
> stricken soldier
> and began pulling him toward his encampment .
> When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he
> discovered it was
> actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead.
> The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his
> breath and went numb with shock.
> In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was
> his
> own son.
> The boy had been studying music in the South when the
> war broke out.
> Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in the
> Confederate Army.
> The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked
> permission of his superiors to give his son a full military
> burial, despite
> his enemy status.
> His request was only partiall y granted.
> The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band
> members play a
> funeral dirge for his son at the funeral .
> The request was turned down since the soldier was a
> Confederate.
> But, out of respect for the father, they did say they
> could give him only one musician.
> The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to
> play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of
> paper in the
> pocket of the dead youth's uniform.
> This wish was granted.
> The haunting melody, we now know as 'Taps'
> used at military funerals was born.
> The words are:
>               Day is done.
>               Gone the sun.
>      &n bsp;        From the lakes
>               From the hills.
>               From the sky.
>               All is well.
>               Safely rest.
>               God is nigh.
>               Fading light.
>               Dims the sight.
>                And a star.
>            &n bsp;  Gems the sky.
>               Gleaming bright.
>                From afar.
>                Drawing nigh.
>                Falls the night.
>                Thanks and praise.
>                For our days.
>               Neath the sun
>                Neath the stars.
>           &nb sp;    Neath the sky.
>                As we go.
>                This we know.
>                God is nigh
> I too have felt the chills while listening to
> 'Taps' but I have never seen
> all the words to the song until now.
> I didn't even know there was more than one verse. I
> also never knew the
> story behind the song and I didn't know if you had
> either so I thought I'd
> pass it along.

I wonder whatever happened to this kind of thinking. I got a lump in my throat when I read this. I "grew up" thinking: patriotism, it is the AMERICAN way! I am glad to see that somebody saved them. The statement at the end says it all!  

These were our parents. What in God's name have we let happen?

I guess we are the last generation to see, or even remember anything like these? Whatever happened?  Political correctness (or "re-education") happened, lack of God's name happened, lack of personal responsibility happened, lack of personal integrity and honesty happened, lack of respect and loyalty to our country happened, lack of being an American happened.


Subject: Fwd: My Final Column by Ben Stein


Ben Stein's final column --  

For many years Ben Stein has written a biweekly column called 'Monday Night  At Morton's.' (Morton's is a famous chain of Steakhouses known to be frequented by movie stars and famous people from around the globe.) Now, Ben is terminating the column to move on to other things in his life.  Reading his final column is worth a few minutes of your time.

Ben Stein's Last Column...  

How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in Today's World?

As I begin to write this, I 'slug' it, as we writers say,  which means I put a heading on top of the document to identify it. This heading is 'eonline FINAL,' and it gives me a shiver to write it.  I have been doing this column for so long that I cannot even  recall when I started. I loved writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it would never end.

It worked well for a  long time, but gradually, my changing as a person and the world's change have overtaken it.  On a small scale, Morton's, while better than ever, no longer attracts as many stars as it used to. It still brings in the rich people in droves and definitely some stars. I saw Samuel L. Jackson there a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and right before that, I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren Beatty in an elevator, in which we agreed that Splendor in the Grass was a super movie. But Morton's is not the star galaxy it once was, though it probably will be again.

Beyond that, a bigger change has happened..?  I no longer think Hollywood stars are terribly important. They are uniformly pleasant, friendly people,  and they treat me better than I deserve to be treated. But a man  or woman who makes a huge wage for memorizing lines and reciting them in front of a camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all  look up to.

How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and lives in insane luxury really be a star in today's world, if by a 'star' we mean someone bright and powerful and attractive as a role model?  Real stars are not riding around in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting  trained in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have Vietnamese girls do their nails..

They can be  interesting, nice people, but they are not heroes to me any longer.  A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who poked  his head into a hole on a farm near Tikrit , Iraq .  He could have been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets.  Instead, he faced  an abject Saddam Hussein and the gratitude of all of the decent people of the world.

A real star is the U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a road north of Baghdad .  He approached it, and the bomb went off and  killed him..

A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day, is the U.S. soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a piece of unexploded ordnance on a street near where he was guarding a  station.  He pushed her aside and threw himself on it just as it  exploded. He left a family desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad .

The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who have lavish weddings on TV but the  ones who patrol the streets of Mosul even after two of their buddies were murdered and their bodies battered and stripped for the sin of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists.

We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our magazines.  The  noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and in submarines and near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as they live and die.

I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such poor values, and I  do not want to perpetuate those values by pretending that who is eating at Morton's is a big subject.

There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament...the policemen and women who go off on patrol in South Central and have no idea if they will return alive; the orderlies and paramedics who bring in people who have been in terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery; the teachers and nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for autistic children; the kind men and women who work in hospices and in cancer wards.

Think of each and every fireman who was running up the stairs at the World Trade Center as the towers began to collapse. Now you have my idea of a real hero.

I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters.  This is my highest and best use as a human.  I can put it another way. Years ago, I realized I could never be as great an actor as Olivier or as good a comic as Steve Martin or  Martin Mull or Fred Willard--or as good an economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as good a writer as Fitzgerald.  Or even remotely close to any of them.

But, I could be a  devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and, above all, a good son  to the parents who had done so much for me.  This came to be my main task in life.  I did it moderately well with my son, pretty well with my wife and well indeed with my parents (with my sister's help).  I cared for and paid attention to them in their declining  years.  I stayed with my father as he got sick, went into extremis and then into a coma and then entered immortality with my sister and me reading him the Psalms.

This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers in Iraq or the firefighters in New York .  I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters and that it is my duty, in return for the lavish life God has devolved upon me, to help others He has placed in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human.

Faith is not believing that God can.  It is knowing that God will.
By  Ben Stein

We truly take a lot for granted.  
Forget the Hollywood 'stars' and the sports 'heroes' ....and pass this on

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