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A kiss for Saddam Insane too.
One day you are killing your relatives, the next day they are checking you for lice on CNN.  What a fine example of leadership!




          Don't Mess with the USA!







 It is only bad news where the insurgency wants to focus the media's attention.  
They, both the insurgency and the media, certainly don't want us to think that there is any good being done over there.

Letter to home from Navy sailor: This is an e-mail from a young ensign aboard USS Winston Churchill
(DDG-81) to his parents. (Churchill is an Arleigh Burke class AEGIS  guided missile destroyer, commissioned March 10, 2001, and is the only active  US Navy warship named after a foreign national.)
Dear Dad,
We are still at sea. The remainder of our port visits have all been canceled. We have spent every day since the attacks going back and forth within imaginary boxes drawn in the ocean, standing high-security watches, and trying to make the best of it. We have seen the articles and the photographs, and they are sickening. Being isolated, I don't  think we  appreciate the  full scope of what is happening back home, but  we are  definitely feeling the effects.. About two hours ago, we were hailed by the  German Navy destroyer, Lutjens, requesting permission to pass close by our port side. Strange, since we're in the middle of an empty ocean, but the captain acquiesced and we prepared to render them honors from our bridge wing. As they were making their approach, our conning officer used binoculars and announced that Lutjens was flying not the German, but the American flag. As she  came alongside us, we saw the American flag flying half-mast and her entire crew topside standing at silent, rigid attention in their dress  uniforms. They had made a sign that was displayed on her side that read  "We Stand By You." There was not a dry eye on the bridge as they stayed alongside us for a few minutes and saluted. It was the most powerful thing I have seen in my life. The German Navy did an incredible thing for this crew, and it has truly been the highest point in the days since the attacks.
It's amazing to think that only half-century ago things were quite different. After Lutjens pulled away, the Officer of the Deck, who had  been planning to get out of the Navy later this year, turned to me and said, "I'm staying Navy." I'll  write  you when  I know more about when I'll be home, but this is it for now. > > > >>Love you guys. 


Here is one from Tony Kennedy 
and some buddies with a
15,000 pound Daisy Cutter
headache for Mr.Taliban. 
Good job "Bender" 






 If you would like to read a short note from one of our past 
Presidents of the United States 
please click here now. 

Snow man, ice carving!




Bed a little lumpy...

Toss and turn any...

Wish the heat was higher...

Maybe the a/c wasn't on...

Had to go to the john...

Need a drink of water...


It is like that!

Count your blessings, pray for them,

Talk to your Creator


the next time


the other car cuts you off and you must hit the brakes,


you have to park a little further from Walmart than you want to be,


you're served slightly warm food at the restaurant,

you're sitting and cursing the traffic in front of you,


the shower runs out of hot water,

Think of them...

Protecting your freedom!

This one is done different from any of the other I have seen. It is neat.

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.

If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.

We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.

We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.

It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take!

If you aren't ashamed to do this, please pass this on. Jesus said, " If you are ashamed of me," I will be ashamed of you before my Father."


Can you pass this test?

Racial profiling: a test for all American's.



"Saddam was found cowering in his little hole in the ground. Supposedly, his 
goal was to remain in hiding until all the shooting stopped. Well, hey, it  worked for the French." -Jay Leno

Speaking of the French... you may want to check 
this page out here and see how our "Fearless Friends" across the sea are doing without us. 

Click here. 

The Military
The average age of the military ma

n is 19 years.  He is a short haired,
tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half
man, half boy.  Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough
to die for his country.  He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his
own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either.  

He's a recent High School graduate;

he was probably an average student,
pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year
old jalopy,

and has
 A  steady girlfriend
that either broke up with
him when he left,
or swears to
be waiting when he returns from half a world away

He listens to rock and
roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm howitzer.

He is 10 or
15 pounds lighter now
than when he was at home
because he
is working or fighting
from before dawn to well after dusk.

He has trouble spelling,
thus letter writing is a pain for him,
but he can field
strip a rifle in 30 seconds
and reassemble it in less time
in the dark.

He can
recite to you the nomenclature
of a machine gun or grenade
and use either one effectively if he must.

He digs foxholes and latrines
and can
apply first aid like a professional.  

He can march until he is told to stop
stop until he is told to march.

He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation,
but he is not without spirit or individual dignity.  He is self-sufficient.

He has two sets of fatigues:
he washes one and
wears the other.

He keeps his canteens
full and his feet dry.
he sometimes forgets to brush his teeth,
never to clean his rifle.

He can cook his own meals,
mend his own
clothes, and fix his own hurts.

If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with
you; if you are hungry, his food.
He'll even split his ammunition
with you
in the midst of battle when
you run low.

He has learned to use his hands like weapons
and weapons like
they were his hands.
He can save your life - or take it,
because that
is his job.

He will often do twice the work of a civilian ,
draw half the
and still find ironic humor in it all.

He has seen more suffering
death then he should have
in his short lifetime.

He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies,
and helped to create them.
He has wept in public and in private,
for friends who have fallen in combat
and is unashamed.

He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate
through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to   'square-away' those around him  who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking.

In an odd twist, day in and day out,

far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather,
and Great-grandfather,
he is paying
the price for our freedom.  Beardless or not, he is not a boy.

He is the
American Fighting Man
that has kept this country free
over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return,
except our friendship and understanding.
Remember him, always,
for he has earned our respect
and admiration with his blood.  

And now we even have women over there in danger,
doing their part in this tradition
of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.
As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot..
A short lull, a little shade
and a picture of loved ones in their helmets

Prayer wheel for our military... please don't break it. Please send this on after a short prayer.

Prayer Wheel

"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us.

Bless them and their families
for the selfless acts they perform for
in our time of need. Amen."  

Prayer :
When you receive this,
please stop for a moment and say
a prayer
for our ground troops in Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and
airmen in the air,
and for those in Iraq

There is nothing

This can be very powerful.......

Of all
the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coastguardsman, Marine,Merhant Mariner
or Airman, prayer is the very best one.

I can't break this one, sorry

This is a ribbon for soldiers fighting in Iraq.  Pass it on to everyone and pray.


 I hope you enjoyed this page.  If you want to use any of the pictures please feel free to do so.
This is just part of a collection of pictures circulating in the e-mails.  We now know how it all ended.. at the end of a rope. He got the easy way out. Now we have a new President and new wars. Let's all pray for peace.. 

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