Good-morning, kittens and dawgs. I want to send out my personal thanks to all who serve(d) in the armed forces insuring my family and this country’s freedom. This song is for you, Here’s to the Heroes!
You’ll always be A Hero In My Eyes!
This song was written and performed by James Dupre after attending his brother’s basic training graduation.
I give thanks to the heroes blessed to return Home Free.
Mason Douglas wrote this song in tribute to his very patriotic and proud dad who served in the Air Force for 22 years and flew in the Vietnam war. Three of my uncles fought in the same conflict were also blessed to return home safely.
Unfortunately, the ugly truth of war is that some heroes do not come home the way I want. For those, I say a special prayer for the family. I know there aren’t enough words to express the gratitude I have for the heroes we honor today. Here’s to the Honor the Fallen.
Sally Mudd wrote and recorded this song for those who paid the greatest price by giving their lives for this nation. God bless the fallen heroes!
Thanks for the dance. Let’s keep the party going, link up and join the fun with the Monday’s Music Moves Me crew and if you want to find out which artist won my November 1st BoTB, then click here!
Thank you for keeping America free & from harm. May God’s blessings be with you always!
I dedicate today’s post to my uncles, cousins, and all veterans of war, remembering the price each paid ~ some with their lives and others placing their lives on hold to keep us safe.
This image originally appeared on one of my older blogs click here to see other similar photos. Today, I changed it a bit using Fotor. I bumped the exposure up a little, applied a vignette to the edges, and circular tilt shift effect to bring full focus on the man saluting this nation’s fallen heroes.
There are not enough words of gratitude I can offer to every man or woman who has served our great country or to the families who lost someone they love to keep America free. All I can give is my humble, thanks and prayers!
Image captured the same day as above but I’m sharing it for the first time this morning. Lightened exposure slightly and applied vertical tilt shift in Fotor.
Please, thank a serviceman for all he/she does each time an opportunity presents itself. God bless our troops and God bless the USA!
Whoo-hoo, it’s Friday! If you’re one of the lucky ones, like my DH, then this will be an extended weekend for you. I’m so ready for a 3-day pass to fun, laughs, good food, and over all quality R&R. Grab a cup of coffee. In honor our veterans, I want to make to put a smile on each face for their great sacrifice in keeping America free
The train was very crowded, so the soldier walked the length of the train, looking for an empty seat. The only unoccupied seat was directly adjacent to a well-dressed middle aged lady and was being used by her little dog. The war-weary soldier asked, “Please, ma’am, may I sit in that seat?”
The French woman looked down her nose at the soldier, sniffed and said, “You Americans! You are such a rude class of people. Can’t you see my Little Fifi is using that seat?”
The soldier walked away, determined to find a place to rest, but after another trip down to the end of the train, found himself again facing the woman with the dog. Again he asked, “Please, lady. May I sit there? I’m very tired.”
The French woman wrinkled her nose and snorted, “You Americans! Not only are you rude, you are also arrogant. Imagine!”
The soldier didn’t say anything else; he leaned over, picked up the little dog, tossed it out the window of the train and sat down in the empty seat. The woman shrieked and railed, and demanded that someone defend her and chastise the soldier.
An English gentleman sitting across the aisle spoke up, “You know, sir, you Americans do seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing. You eat holding the fork in the wrong hand. You drive your autos on the wrong side of the road. And now, sir, you’ve thrown the wrong bitch out the window.
AK1 Howard S Hayes USNR-R(TAR)(Ret)
A Marine stationed in Afghanistan recently received a “Dear John” letter from his girlfriend back home. It read as follows:
I can no longer continue our relationship. The distance between us is just too great. I must admit that I have cheated on you twice, since you’ve been gone, and it’s not fair to either of us. I’m sorry. Please return the picture of me that I sent to you.
The Marine, with hurt feelings, asked his fellow Marines for any snapshots they could spare of their girlfriends, sisters, ex-girlfriends, aunts, cousins etc. In addition to the picture of Becky, Ricky included all the other pictures of the pretty gals he had collected from his buddies. There were 57 photos in that envelope….along with this note:
I’m so sorry, but I can’t quite remember who you are. Please take your picture from the pile, and send the rest back to me.
Take Care, Ricky Darnell
MA retiring Lt Colonel in Lake Charles, LA decided he wanted to throw a party and invited all of his Army buddies and neighbors. He also invited his Jeep driver Sergeant Boudreaux, the only Cajun in the Party’s crowd. He held the Party around the pool in the back yard of his home. Everyone was having a real good time drinking, dancing, eating shrimp, oysters, and BBQ and flirting with the ladies. At the height of the party, the Lt Colonel said, “I have a 12 ft. man-eating gator in my pool and I’ll give a $1000.00 to anyone who has the balls to jump in.” When the words were barely out of his mouth, there was a loud splash, and everyone turned around and saw Sgt. Boudreaux in the pool! Boudreaux was fighting the gator and kicking its ass! Sgt. Boudreaux jabbed the gator in the eyes with his thumbs, throwing punches, doing all kinds of stuff like head-butts and choke-holds, biting the gator on the tail and flipping the gator through the air like some kind of
When the words were barely out of his mouth, there was a loud splash, and everyone turned around and saw Sgt. Boudreaux in the pool! Boudreaux was fighting the gator and kicking its ass! Sgt. Boudreaux jabbed the gator in the eyes with his thumbs, throwing punches, doing all kinds of stuff like head-butts and choke-holds, biting the gator on the tail and flipping the gator through the air like some kind of judo instructor.The water was churning and slashing everywhere! Both Boudreaux and the gator were screaming and raising hell. Finally, Boudreaux strangled the gator and let it float to the top like a Wal-Mart goldfish. Boudreaux then slowly climbed out of the pool. Everybody stared at him in disbelief.The Lt Colonel then says, “Well Sgt Boudreaux. I reckon I owe you a $1000.00.”
“No that’s okay. I don’t want it,” replied Boudreaux.
The Lt Colonel then said “Man, I have to give you something. You won the bet. How about $500.00.”
“No, thanks. I don’t want it,” answered Boudreaux.
The Lt Colonel again said, “Come on, I insist on giving you something. That was amazing. How about my Rolex Watch?”
Again Boudreaux said No. Confused, the Lt Colonel asked, “Well, Sergeant Boudreaux, then what do you want?”
And Sgt Boudreaux replied, “I just want the name of that sombitch who pushed me in the pool”!
Joe G Inocencio Msg(Ret)For more laughs, visit VetFriends!
Music gives great comfort and makes me happy when things are upside down in my life.
I heard resveratrol (found in the skins of red grapes) prevents heart disease, lowers your LDL (bad) cholesterol levels, breast cancer, blood clots, & other things. That’s why I take resveratrol supplements each day.
I wish my “dream house” would fall into my lap at a dreamy price.
My favorite color is pink it make me feel soft and feminine.
For the last weekend in February, the weather felt glorious with spring-like temperatures on Sunday. DH and I enjoyed knocking around town tending to some light shopping, and of course it was a prime condition for a local photo shoot. Let me encourage you to click the image to enlarge to enhance your viewing pleasure of today’s photos.
We ventured to a cemetery where more than 8,000 veterans are laid to rest on Tyson Street. In the center of the cemetery stands the American flag. Here, she waves proudly, as if to say to these brave men and women who slumber beneath her, “Thank you for your sacrifice”.
In the far distance, I spied our city’s 1982 World’s Fair icon, the Sunsphere.
At the time, I did not realize when I photographed Old Gray Cemetery last fall that this cemetery butts right up to on the other side of the fence in this photo. This grave marker in the foreground is of a fallen soldier from the Civil War holds no particular interest, other than the grave marker itself. However, curious as I am I asked Google about this unknown man and luckily got a couple hits on Maj. Luther M. Blackman.
Sergeant Charles McGuire’s headstone sits apart from the many carbon copies in the background and immediately became my focal point for shooting this photo and draws my eye toward the Union Soldiers’ Monument towering the nearby graves.
As I walked through the East Tennessee Veterans Memorial in downtown Knoxville last Friday, all I could think about is our freedom. Freedom is anything, but free. It comes with a very steep price. The thousands of lives lost etched in granite before my eyes was only a sample of this nation’s rich sacrifice over the years to keep her people free. Remember… Freedom, keep walkin’ keep on your toes and don’t you stop talkin’ about freedom…
If we stop talkin’ about freedom then we may just lose it. God bless the men and women who serve us so well!
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