Tag Archives: War

Welcome Home

She sits alone before the massive windows of the terminal, staring absently at the tarmac.  Silently she waits, radiating an air of calm introspection.  It is not until one draws closer that they can see past the ramrod straight back … Continue reading

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The Colors Of Freedom

We face each other The distance shorter with each day Each cloaked in the stench of death Cannon, silent but alert, line the hills Their voice kills my brothers Who like me, struggle to survive another day Each believing God … Continue reading

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2050

Rubble of a vanquished race People recoil from the truth Peace on earth goodwill to men We did not know how Hate became a way of life Vitriol running rampant Strike down the opposition Crucify the man Destruction by our … Continue reading

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Yesterdays Hero

I repost this every year in remembrance of Memorial Day as a thank you to all the men and women of  the military that so unselfishly give of themselves to guarantee our freedom and safety.  I salute you. “Excuse me” … Continue reading

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Support Our Troops

Every once in a while, I stumble across a post or video that is so powerful, I just have to share it.  Today is one of those days.  This video was made by a 15 year old girl.  Not a … Continue reading

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The Vet

I slammed the car door and ran across the parking lot, stamping the slush off of my boots before entering the McDonald’s.  The thermometer was hovering around eight degrees and a cup of steaming hot coffee sounded really good.  I … Continue reading

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Jacobs War

Jacob Hatch was big. Rugged big. At age eighteen, he stood just shy of six feet, tall for a male in the 1860’s. He had been born on a farm up in Waldo County, Maine, in the little town of … Continue reading

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