Patriotic

Let's say thanks!!
Family ...send a postcard to a service person overseas..

This is a link to a video of the troops and I believe you will be blessed by it..
GladiatorAmericanStyle.htm

My Mother-In-Law sent me a letter from her DAR chapter and in it was a comment about how we no longer have respect for the Flag nor do we know how to treat it or to salute it.Here is a web site that will give you that information.
click the image below .

I feel an obligation to our Men and Women in the Service of this United States to Honor them for their lives work...
This site will really give you a lot of good information and links....troopssupport.com
Thank You for Your service ...

Praying for our Young men and women all over the world who are in harms way...
There is a link down on the page where you can go and pray with others for the troops...

Memorial Day Tribute

I watched the flag pass by one day, It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it, And then he stood at ease..
I looked at him in uniform So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert He'd stand out in any crowd.

I thought how many men like him Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil How many mothers' tears?

How many pilots' planes shot down? How many died at sea
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, freedom isn't free.

I heard the sound of Taps one night, When everything was still,
I listened to the bugler play And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times That Taps had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin. Of a brother or a friend.

I thought of all the children, Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington .
No, freedom isn't free.

Author Unknown

Here is another wonderful site! Military Moms
Wonderful troup support site!!

Here is wonderful Patriotic picturesque site! America the Beautuful

This was in an email from Mikeys Funnies and was meant for Veterans Day but I tell you , it is for every day.
We owe a great debt of gratitude to our service people!!
Not just on Veterans day or Memorial day but every day!

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 Iraq 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 drill instructor that has never seen combat--but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks, city boys/girls, 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 die 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.
They are fathers, mothers, grandfathers, grandmothers. Sisters and brothers. Aunts and uncles. The quiet ones who are your neighbors, who may not even fly the flag they served under, not shouting their victories or showing off their medals. They are the ones who know the smells that go along with the pictures and memories.
They are ordinary and yet extraordinary human beings, people who offered some of their life's most vital years in the service of their country, and who sacrificed their ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.
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.
Two little words that mean a lot: "THANK YOU."
From Mikeys Funnies