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Soldiers Christmas
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON

A Soldier
I was that which others did not want to be. I went where others feared to go, and did what others failed to do. I asked nothing from those who gave nothing and reluctantly accepted the thought of eternal loneliness…should I fall. I have seen the face of terror; felt the stinging cold of fear; and enjoyed the sweet taste of a moments love. I have cried, pained, and hoped…but most of all, I have lived times others would say were best forgotten At least someday I will be able to say that I was proud of what I was…A soldier. Author Unknown

The Soldier And Santa
IT WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO

Soldiers Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marin

Soldier's Song
Soldiers Song On a cold rainy day You can hear them from miles away Marching in unison Heads held high Singing the cadence of a soldier's pride left left left right left get on up get on up get on up right left Pouring rain Most think they are insane It's only discipline you see Learning what it takes to keep us free Cadences sweltering in my brain man how I miss those days!

A Soldiers Christmas
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR L

Soldier Christmas Vigil
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years o

A Soldiers Christmas Poem
A Different Christmas Poem The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twen

A Soldier's Prayer
A SOLDIER'S PRAYER Look God: I have never spoken to You, But now, I want to say, "How do You do?" You see God, they told me You did not exist; And like a fool, I believed all of this. Last night from a shell hole I saw Your sky; I figured right then they had told me a lie. Had I taken the time to see the things You made, I would know they weren't calling a spade a spade. I wonder, God, if You would shake my hand; Somehow, I feel that You will understand. Strange, I had to come to this hellish place Before I had time to see Your face. Well, I guess there isn't much more to say, But I sure am glad, God, I met You today. I guess the zero hour will soon be here, But I am not afraid since I know You are near. The signal - well, God, I will have to go; I love you lots, this I want you to know. Looks like this will be a horrible fight; Who knows, I may come to your house tonight. Though I wasn't friendly with you before, I wonder, God, if you would wa

A Soldier's Christmas
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzz

A Soldier Wish
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WIL

A Soldiers Christmas
----------------- Bulletin Message ----------------- From: SUPPORT TROOPS,The Diesel and Michael & Susan Date: Dec 7, 2007 8:35 PM The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,My daughter beside me, angelic in rest..Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,Transforming the yard to a winter delight.The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then thesure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,And I crept to the door just to see who was near.Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,A lone f

A Soldiers Christmas
I really wanted to share this story with everyone it brought a tear to my eye! Twas the night before Christmas he lived all alone in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down a chimney with presents to give and to see just who in this home did live. I looked all about a strange sight did I see no tinsel, no presents not even a tree.No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand on the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. With medals and badges Awards of all kinds a sober thought come thru my mind for this house was different, it was dark and dreary I found the home of a soldier once I could see clearly. The soldier lay sleeping silent and alone curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home. The face was so gentle the room such diorder not how i pictured a United States soldier! Was this the hero of whom i just read? curled up in a poncho the floor for a bed? I realized the families that I saw this night owed their lives to these soldiers who were

~ Soldier Loses Leg In Iraq, Wife Enlists To Take His Place ~
I am sure the Anti-War and Far left would never understand Why? Soldier Loses Leg in Iraq, Wife Enlists to Take His Place Last Update: 12/07 4:48 pm SAN ANTONIO (AP) - More than a year after infantryman Alejandro Albarran lost part of his right leg to a blast in Iraq, he still hasn't decided whether he'll stay in the Army. "Right now, I'm leaning against it," Albarran said, looking ahead with distaste to a possible desk job. But whatever he decides, Spc. Albarran, 20, won't be leaving Army life behind now that his wife enlisted to take his place among the ranks. "After everything he's gone through - and he loves the Army - he kind of inspired me," said Janay Albarran. "I made him a promise that I would finish what he started." So, while he underwent five-day-a-week rehab to recover his balance and strength on a prosthetic leg at an Army rehabilitation facility here, she learned to shoot a rifle and stand in formation in boot camp at Fort Jackson, S.C. Mrs. Al

A Soldiers Christmas
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WIL

Soldier Of Honor
Soldier Of Honor 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWE

A Soldiers Silient Night
A SOLDIERS SILIENT NIGHT Original Poem, as printed in the December 1991 edition of "Leatherneck": 'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, In a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney, with presents to give and to see just who in this home did live. As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand. On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land. With medals and badges, awards of all kind, a sobering thought soon came to my mind. For this house was different, unlike any I’d seen. This was the home of a Marine I’d heard stories about them, I had to see more, so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone, Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home. He seemed so gentle, his face so serene, Not how I pictured a Marine. Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read? Curled u

A Soldiers Christmas
A Different Christmas Poem The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dar k of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzl

A Soldier's Poem
I got this poem in an email ... and I just wanted to share it with everyone. TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE F

~ Soldier Returning From Iraq Surprises Son ~!
I love these videos of returning Men & Women and their kids :) Soldier Returning From Iraq Surprises Son. A father returns from military duty in Iraq for the holidays and surpises his son at school.

Soldiers
Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. a soldier is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician and the subtlety of Mt. Saint Helens. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. You can kick him out of your house, but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list, but not off your mind. They are found everywhere; In love, in battle, in lust, in trouble, in debt, in bars... and sometimes behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter, clean clothes or a pack of smokes. A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. Brave without a grain of sense. He is the PROTECTOR OF AMERICA, with the latest copy of Playboy or Sports Illustrated or GUNS & AMMO in his back pocket. When he wants s

Soldiers
If the Red shirt thing is new to you, read below... Last week, while traveling to Chicago on business, I noticed a Marine sergeant traveling with a folded flag, but did not put two and two together After we boarded our flight, I turned to the sergeant, who'd been invited to sit in First Class (across from me), and inquired if he was heading home. No, he responded. Heading out I asked? No. I'm escorting a soldier home. Going to pick him up? No. He is with me right now. He was killed in Iraq, I'm taking him home to his family. The realization of what he had been asked to do hit

A Soldiers Christmas
A Soldier's Christmas Written in December, 2000 by Michael Marks. The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight; My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight; The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe, the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear; Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near; Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and

A Soldier Christmas
A Soldier Christmas TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, SHE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS

A Soldiers Eyes
A Soldiers Eyes Squinting through the scope of a soldiers gun Another iraqi militant on the run Road side bombs and ariel flares Tracer bullets flying everywhere Massive killings in the streets The bodies of hundreds on bloodied sheets Kicking down doors raiding their homes Tracking them in tunnels of darkness they roam The hot summer sun is boiling our brains Another soldier crys out in agony and pain we swarmed and searched and found no nukes this is a meaningless war and were ready to puke How many more men Mr President must die We know we are over here because of a lie We miss our children family and friends Bring us back home so we can live again. Troy F Cooper Copyright ©2007 Troy F Cooper

A Soldier
Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. Soldiers are found everywhere... in love...in battle... in lust... in trouble...in debt...in bars and ... behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack. A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the Protector of America, with the latest copy of playboy in his back pocket. When he wants somethin

A Soldiers Escort
Last week, while traveling to Chicago on business, I noticed a Marine sergeant traveling with a folded flag, = but did not put two and two together. After we boarded our flight, I turned to the sergeant, who had been = invited to sit in First Class (across from me), and inquired if he was heading = home. 'No,' he responded. 'Heading out?' I asked. 'No. I'm escorting a soldier home.' 'Going to pick him up?' 'No. He is with me right now. He was killed in Iraq , I'm taking him home = to his family.' The realization of what he had been asked to do hit me like a punch to = the gut. It was an honor for him. He told me that although he didn't know the = soldier, he had delivered the news of his death to the soldier's family and felt = as if he knew them after many conversations in so few days. I turned back to him, extended my hand, and said, 'Thank you. Thank you = for doing what you do so that my family and I can do what we do.' Upon landing in Chicag

A Soldier's Scars
I’ve never been a poet but I know what I feel. I got these scars inside me and I don’t know how to heal them. I’ve denied their existence for almost a year but when I go to sleep I feel and I hear the sound of the bombs and the feel of the terror that grips you at night when you don’t know what’s there. Eleven o’clock plus or minus an hour your world explodes and the steel is a shower of sparks and noise and screams and sirens. I can’t even sleep even though I am tired. When it’s quiet you wish it was loud so you’d know that it’s over and then off to your dreams you could go. Cause dreams take you away from the place where you live, well usually they do but sometimes they can give you reminders of people or places or things that used to be living and loving and singing. But sometimes the dreams wake you up in a sweat, screaming silently and your pillow is wet from the tears you were crying and didn’t even know it. But fuck it…………..I told you

A Soldiers Wife
A Soldier's Wife I hate to watch Each time you leave And I hide from you How much I grieve I know it's your duty And you will go But once you are gone I will miss you so I know you'll come home As soon as you can But right now you'll deploy Like an honorable man So I'll keep things together Till you can come back But, this is where you belong Not some desert in Iraq Yet, I do understand Why you risk you're life For that's a Soldier's job And I'm a Soldier's wife

A Soldiers Christmas
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A ARMY SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE ARMY SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, O

A Soldier's Job
For a soldier You make the choice To do your job There is no other way No escape You do what you were told To go forward Your job, Your choice that you must face From day to day and endlessly Your job That is what you gave your life for For the love and for the vows That you have sworn to protect You stand tall and fight For what you believe That will bring a better place for the future You have no heart for a war Your wish is not to fight You live with dreams of peace Just like many others You gave your life to what you thought is right Doing the job That you have sign up for You gave your life to it You are the true hero

A Soldier's Christmas
A Different Christmas Poem The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier,

A Soldiers Girl!!!
One night a soldier looked up into the heavens and made a plea to God. "God I'm so alone down here. All I do is fight and face the deamons of the earth. Please send me someone" So God called forth his angels and asked them to help create a soldiers girl. "Boss give her strenght!" cried Michael "So that she can bear the weight and pressure of always packing up and going with her man at a moments notice" God was pleased and added strengh. "She must have patience!" called forth Gabriel "So that she can have the understanding of the stress of the job that is required of her man" God was pleased and added patience. Peter thought about it and said "let her be compasionate, so that she can sooth away the nightmares and horrors that the soldier will see" God was pleased and added compassion. Jesus went forth and said, "Dad give her faith, faith that her man loves her and that no matter what it takes he will get home to her" God was pleased and added faith. All the saints an

Soldier's Christmas Poem
A Soldier's Christmas 'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give, And had to see just who in this home did live. I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, No tinsel, No Presents, Not even a tree. No stocking by the mantle, just boots full of sand. On the wall hung pictures, of a distant land. With Medals and Badges, Awards of all kinds, A sober thought, came to mind. For this house was different, it was dark and dreary, I found the home of a Soldier, Once I could see clearly. The Soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone, Curled up on the floor, In his one bedroom home. The face was so gentle, The room in such disorder, Not how I pictured, A United States Soldier. Was this the hero of whom I'd just read? Curled up on a poncho, The floor for a bed? I realized the families that I saw this night, Owed their lives to these

The Soldier Stood And Faced God
The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass. "Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?" The soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't. Because those of us who carry guns, Can't always be a saint I've had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was tough. And sometimes I've been violent, Because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny, That wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked a lot of overtime, When the bills got just too steep. And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear. And sometimes, God, forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place, Among the people here. They never wanted me around, Except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand. I ne

A Soldiers Reply
Man took a flight, he was finally coming home, Feeling more relieved than any man has known, He spent so long, in a place that most fear, And when that plane landed down came a tear, Plane door opens still in uniform he stands, Nervous and confused, about stepping back on home land, He follows the others, checking each face for grief, But all that he noticed was the faces had relief, He steps off the plane and people were there, The Soldier astonished could do nothing but stare, They greeted him with open arms, a hug, and a sign, That said thank you soldier, your life for mine, Soldier walks still in uniform, down the street, He passes a man walking, he looks down to his feet, The man looks to him and stops him in his place, Only the Soldier and him, the man spits in his face, Soldier again with a tear, he asks only why, The man returns with an answer, a brutal reply, I do not respect you for the things that you've done, Soldier just listens as the man cuts h

A Soldiers Reply
I wrote this for American soldiers. Man took a flight, he was finally coming home, Feeling more relieved than any man has known, He spent so long, in a place that most fear, And when that plane landed down came a tear, Plane door opens still in uniform he stands, Nervous and confused, about stepping back on home land, He follows the others, checking each face for grief, But all that he noticed was the faces had relief, He steps off the plane and people were there, The Soldier astonished could do nothing but stare, They greeted him with open arms, a hug, and a sign, That said thank you soldier, your life for mine, Soldier walks still in uniform, down the street, He passes a man walking, he looks down to his feet, The man looks to him and stops him in his place, Only the Soldier and him, the man spits in his face, Soldier again with a tear, he asks only why, The man returns with an answer, a brutal reply, I do not respect you for the things that you've done,

The Soldier
This is something that I have written for all of our friends and loved ones who serve in the Armed Forces. We love you and we hope you come home safe. The Soldier His gear and bags are packed It is time for him to go Inside he is scared as hell But he doesn’t let it show As he says his goodbyes To the ones that he loves They pray God watches over him From Heaven up above He is going to a land Where Americans are the scum of the earth This has been his pre-planned destiny Ever since the day of his birth With his rifle on his shoulder And his helmet on his head He boards the plane that will take him To that place that every soldier dreads He is an American soldier And his mission is to keep us free He is going to a war to fight For Americans like you and me.

Soldier
There is discipline in A Soldier you can see it when he walks, There is honor in A Soldier you hear it when he talks. There is courage in A Soldier you can see it in his eyes, There is loyalty in A Soldier that he will not compromise. There is something in A Soldier that makes him stand apart, There is strength in A Soldier that beats from his heart. A Soldier isn't a title any man can be hired to do, A Soldier is the soul of that man buried deep inside of you. A Soldier's job isn't finished after an 8 hour day or a 40 hour week, A Soldier is always A Soldier even while he sleeps. A Soldier serves his country first and his life is left behind, A Soldier has to sacrifice what comes first in a civilian's mind. If you are civilian - I am saying this to you..... next time you see A Soldier remember what they do. A Soldier is the reason our land is 'Home of the free', A Soldier is the one that is brave protecting you and me. If you are A Soldier -

Soldiers
Soldier Thank You I was watching TV When I heard the news A another soldier gives their lives For me and you And their fighting for freedom, liberty, and equality For me and you And for that I have something I need to say… Thank You For giving you're live for me Thank You For helping me to see That it takes a brave heart to make a stand What makes them believe! Soldiers Thank You! Soldier, even though you're gone, Your memory lives on In our hearts not just our songs And theirs people who miss you Wish you were here today, But I know you're in a much better place Thank You For giving you're live for me Thank You For helping me to see That it takes a brave heart to make a stand What makes them believe! Soldiers Thank You! You know we miss you And wish you were here Right here by my side But I know your watching from above A place full of love But I wish you

A Soldier's Woman
It's time To send him off A long year of separation Unbearable Still,she say,"Goodbye." Just to rest his worried heart She hold back her tears As she waved goodbye A long year of separation Lonely nights An empty bed Without him Life will not be complete She is tired, But,she stays strong Sleepless nights Praying for his safety Asking God,"Please, let him come back safely." Keeping her heart one As she awaits his return The life of a soldier's woman Bless their heart

The Soldiers
The average age of the military man 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 a 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,

Soldier
Everyday we wake up ass early in the morning. Eat shit food. Go on the road with the risk of getting blown up. Eat shit food for lunch. Clean our weapons. Dream about home! 15 months straight is how long we stay. And the whole time saying two words Fuck It. But saying them with a smile on my face. And we do it all for you!

A Soldier
There is discipline in A Soldier you can see it when he walks, There is honor in A Soldier you hear it when he talks. There is courage in A Soldier you can see it in his eyes, There is loyalty in A Soldier that he will not compromise. There is something in A Soldier that makes him stand apart, There is strength in A Soldier that beats from his heart. A Soldier isn't a title any man can be hired to do, A Soldier is the soul of that man buried deep inside of you. A Soldier's job isn't finished after an 8 hour day or a 40 hour week, A Soldier is always A Soldier even while he sleeps. A Soldier serves his country first and his life is left behind, A Soldier has to sacrifice what comes first in a civilian's mind. If you are civilian - I am saying this to you..... next time you see A Soldier remember what they do. A Soldier is the reason our land is 'Home of the free', A Soldier is the one that is brave protecting you and me. If you are A Soldier -

Soldier
A True Soldier is tough indeed standing tall and strong when there is a need A Soldier also feels sadness, pain, and sorrow Sometimes not looking forward to the trials of tomorrow When a Soldier is wounded in battle the nerves of his buddies it does rattle When news reaches friends and family at home how their worries and minds begin to roam A wounded Soldier feels inadequate at best stopping him from much needed healing rest A wounded Soldiers wonders will he ever be alright, trusting in God that he'll make it through the night. When a Soldier is wounded far beyond repair the loss and pain felt can not compare The Cost of a Soldier is set so very high they assure our freedom will always apply To stand beside a Soldier and walk through his pain will humble a civilian, no longer to complain Love, patience, trust and hope is what a Soldier needs to get them through some very treacherous deeds Dear Lord please watch over our Military today as they work to k

A Soldiers Job
As I sit here in my room I ran across a video of a movie I watched before I deployed, it's called "The War Tapes", the trailer you see below tell the story, listen to the words of the one Soldiers wife, it's true, with me I'm a totally different person, before I decided to sign on the dotted line I was a provider, a father, a husband and I had friends to lean on in the time of need, my family was proud of me when I joined up, then I broke the news of me being deployed and then fear set in for everyone. The training was intense, long days and nights, my kids not understanding why I had to be gone so much, me and my wife were fighting constantly because she thought it was going to be different, she knew, we all knew I was going to be deployed but it came sooner than everyone thought. My wife left 3 weeks before I deployed, I was alone, had no friends up here, I couldn't concentrate because my kids were gone, everything was falling apart and it just kept getting worse, I felt I had do

A Soldier's Last Words
A Soldier's Last Words: Listen Up CBS, CNN, Cindy Sheehan, Al Franken by Louisa Centanni SGT. Edmund John Jeffer's last few words were some of the most touching, inspiring and most truthful words spoken since the tragedy of 9/11 - and since our nation went to war. SGT. Jeffers was a strong soldier and talented writer. He died in Iraq on September 19, 2007. He was a loving husband, brother and son. His service was more than this country could ever grasp - but the least you can do for the man who sacrificed his life for you ... is listen to what he had to say. Listen up and pay attention to all of the Cindy Sheehans and Al Frankens of the world. To MSNBC, CNN, and CBS. To all who call themselves Americans ... Hope Rides Alone.< /FONT> Hope Rides Alone By Eddie Jeffers I stare out into the darkness from my post, and I watch the city burn to the ground. I smell the familiar smells, I walk through the familiar rubble, and I look at the fri

A Soldiers Carole
'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, THEY LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE

Soldiers
He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags. You talk trash about your 'buddies' that aren't with you. He knows he may not see some of his buddies again. You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls. He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists. You complain about how hot it is. He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow. You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong. He doesn't get to eat today. Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes. He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean. You go to the mall and get your hair redone. He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today. You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over. He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months. You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight. He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home. You hug and kiss

Soldier Boy
in the stillness of the night my thoughts they turn to you and dream of all your morrows each day you start anew the wind whispers by me it carries off to thee a thousand little kisses floating like pixies on the breeze lost and lonesome here my mind cultivates a stir and in a whirl confesses my want for your return be safe amidst your journey hold close your heart to me be not alone within the darkness in dreams we can be free ~together~ alone no more no longer just a soldier boy who's off to fight the war

A Soldier's Story By: Tabitha Lynn Cowan
A Soldier's Story By: Tabitha Lynn Cowan Late last night I had a dream, I dreamt a soldier came to me. He was dressed in blue and gray, Olive green and tan and beige, Truly a soldier from every age. Defending a nation's freedom and it's power. Prepared to die at any hour. He looked and me and said, "Dry you eye, It was my duty to fight and die. Do not however let my death be in vain, Or make my burden more of a strain. This nation was founded on freedom and love, Founded on the belief in the One above. Founded on freedom of choice, And that everyone has an equal voice. Keep these beliefs and my death was for a reason. To keep you children safe and happy throughout every season. I did my part, With a full and happy heart. Now you must do yours as well. This is my story for you to tell. Tell one and all to be proud of their soldiers, So in their own daily lives they will be boulder. To speak their minds, And

Soldier Leavin!!
My son is leaving thursday for the national guard basic training!! I am so proud to be a mother of a child that has found his place in life!! It is very hard to see your child grow up and leave but.... If it is for the greatness of our country then so be it!!

Soldiers Final Inspection
The Final Inspection The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass. "Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?" The soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't, Because those of us who carry guns Can'talways be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays And at times my talk was tough, And sometimes I've been violent, because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny That wasn't mine to keep ... Though I worked a lot of overtime When the bills got just too steep, And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear, And sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place Among the people here, They never wanted me around Except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here,Lord, It n

Soldier
People ask, “Why did you become a soldier?” The answer is plainly simple. With so many older relatives that were in branches it seemed to fall to me to finish the circle. Cancer tends to skip generations and, I guess so does the need to be a part of something larger than oneself. A soldier, faceless to the enemy all-alike from a distance, and all in the name of Justice. What is justice? She is a cruel maiden that claims the lives of innocent to spark action so that those both worthy and unworthy of life may live and die. It is in the hands of a soldier to determine this. Who is worthy of life, and who has done enough to warrant death? It seems I really did it to ensure that those that are all too innocent would not have to spill blood or have blood of loved ones that died on their minds. Even so, war always seems to claim lives that need not be taken. People on their way to work or home, or some just trying to dodge fire aimed their way. Actions like these bring the soldiers out to f

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Soldiers
Soldiers Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. soldier are found everywhere... in love...in battle... in lust... in trouble...in debt...in bars and ... behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack. A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the PROTECTOR OF AMERICA, with the latest copy of playboy in his back pocket. When he wan

Soldiers Are Heroes
When a soldier comes home, he finds it hard to.........to listen to his son whine about being bored. ....to keep a straight face when people complain about potholes....to be tolerant of people who complain about the hassle of getting ready for work. ...to be understanding when a co-worker complains about a bad night's sleep. ....to be silent when people pray to God for a new car....to control his panic when his wife tells him he needs to drive slower. ...to be grateful that he fights for the freedom of speech....to be compassionate when a businessman expresses a fear of flying....to keep from laughing

A Soldier's Heart
A Soldier’s Heart A soldier’s heart So courageous and brave Committed to his country And the life’s he saves Always giving all he’s got Wanting to give more So proud to serve his country And what our flag stands for Away from home in A foreign land Standing on the front line Waiting for his command Fear is unknown As he battles another So eagerly he would die To save his fellow brother All this bravery he showed Right from the start That’s why God gave him A soldier’s heart. By Andrianna Holt

A Soldier Of The Cross
I am a soldier in the army of my God. The Lord Jesus Christ is my commanding officer. The Holy Bible is my code of conduct. Faith, prayer, and the Word are my weapons of warfare. I have been taught by the Holy Spirit, trained by experience, tried by adversity and tested by fire. I I'm a volunteer in this army, and I'm enlisted for Eternity. I will either retire in this army at the rapture or die in this army; but I will not get out, sell out, be talked out, or pushed out. I am faithful, reliable, capable and dependable. If My God needs me, I am there. If He needs me in the Sunday school, to teach the children, work with the youth, help adults or just sit and learn. He can use me because I am there! I am a soldier. I am not a baby. I do not need to be pampered, petted, primed up, pumped up, picked up or pepped up. I am a soldier. No one has to call me, remind me, write me, visit me, entice me, or lure me. I am a Soldier. I am not a wimp. I am in place, saluting my King, o

Soldiers
They came from all across this great land To answer the call and for freedom stand Their color and race,they quickly do blend As for the right of freedom they were asked to defend The jobs they must learn are no easy task For pity or mercy they will not ask Through all the toils,tears and sweat They stand proudly together with no regret Standing and waiting for our nations call Knowing that in battle some will return and others will fall Being called upon to protect a foreign land Ready to protect others freedom and to make a stand Many a proud kin sits back at home and all alone Hoping that they will all be able to return home The weather means nothing to them as they work Performing their duties and none do they shirk Some will be given an unwanted task and their depression they will surely have to mask Some follow in the steps of their proud family members and the deeds that they accomplished are all fond r

Soldiers
The soldier fights for the hippys rights to protest against that soldier. The soldier fights for the politions rights to send that soldier to war. The soldier fights for buisness mans rights to make money. The soldier fights for the policemans rights to arrest that soldier. The soldier fights for school kids right to know about past soldiers. The soldier fights to so that you may all sleep at night. The soldier fights for religion so that you may all belive what you wish. The soldier fights for his flag for his country for his life.

Soldiers Creed
I am an American Soldier. I am a warrior and a member of a team. I serve the people of the United States and live the Army Values. I will always place mission first. I will never accept defeat. I will never quit. I will never leave a flallen comrad. I am dicillpined, physcially and mentally tough, trained a proficient in all my warrior tasks and drils. I always maintain my arms, my equipment, and myself. I stand ready to deploy, engage, and destroy all enemies of the United States of America in close combat. I am the guardian of freedom and the American way of life. I AM AN AMERICAN SOLDIER! HOO AH!

Soldiers Come Home
WHEN A SOLDIER COMES HOME ..... When a soldier comes home, he finds it hard.... ...to listen to his son whine about being bored. ....to keep a straight face when people complain about potholes. to be tolerant of people who complain about the hassle of getting ready for work. ...to be understanding when a co-worker complains about a bad night's sleep. ..to be silent when people pray to God for a new car. ...to control his panic when his wife tells him he needs to drive slower. ..to be compassionate when a businessman expresses a fear of flying. ....to keep from laughing when anxious parents say they're afraid to send their kids off to summer camp.

A Soldiers Christmas Prayer
In a land so far from home A lonely soldier kneels to pray I stand and watch with tear filled eyes To his words that flow today "Dear God I know you are listening These thoughts I now send to you I have always carried you in my heart Hard times you have always led me through I know that I am one of many That of your precious time do ask So I will make this short and sweet So you can go on about your task In this land so far from home My country's honor I proudly protect Each day I do all I am tasked My duties none do I ever neglect I think of my family way back home My wife and children so dear Wishing them the happiness Christmas brings A holiday filled with good will and cheer In my memories I see their precious smiles Time with them I will be able to spend this way Let them know I love them all so much And for their protection I do now pray For my fellow soldiers I ask of you To keep them safe from any and all harm Let them lay the

A Soldier's Letter
Dear Mom and Dad the heading reads The date sits idly off to the side The postmark is smudged from all the handling The letter is held in trembling hands, opened wide I miss the all the things that we had each day The days here are long and stress does run high The sun beats down on us relentlessly As I sit here under this smoke filled sky I can smell the stench of burning flesh from a fight Heroes gave their lives in a valiant cause I am writing this in between tears for my comrades I shed For a second the war has come to a pause Mom I miss the meals that each day you would make The ones filled with love and tasted so good I miss that smile and watching you as you worked Making time for us all, whenever you could Dad I miss the words that you gave to me to learn Trying to follow in the footsteps of a great man like you Seeing how you treated all that you happened to meet The respect that each would always give to you I miss the family and special times we shared

A Soldier's Thoughts
In the sand our home has been made I wonder how long we will be here Fighting in a land so far from home As sounds of war is all that I now hear I see those saying we should not go My own beliefs I bury deep down inside Only one thought stands out for me now I will defend my country with pride A bullet cuts the still air overhead A round explodes somewhere in the sand Of right or wrong I now do not think With honor beside fellow heroes I stand Bombs are falling on the cities out front Innocent people I know each day will die With somber thoughts each day of this war For these and others I hang my head and cry Children taken way before their time Unable to live to enjoy life like me and you A mother, father, sister and brother now dead War’s reality brings to us a sobering view I hear of the pain that ones feel inside Protesting why we were all sent here In freedom their opinion they may voice Only support for all of us do we want to hear I see a fellow soldier

A Soldier's Last Christmas
A gray overcast sky was the cover over the land. The smell of sulfur filled the air as he walked. All around him carnage laid, covering the ground in a tangled mass of bodies. Streams of blood from many bodies formed pools on the ground, slowly seeping deep into the earth. The cold harsh breeze of winter blew savagely across these silent heroes. Battle worn flags whipped in the breeze, their seams tattered and torn and the material riddled in holes. Friend of foe it mattered not any more as none of the soldiers would be able to return to their homeland. Tears flowed heavy from his eyes as he could not understand the needless killings that had happened here on this day. Sorrow filled his heart as he knew somewhere in the world there were loved ones filled with pain from the loss that they now suffered. His heart and thoughts went out to all those that would have to pay for each death here today. Not the killers or the killed but the ones that would carry a empty spot inside them.

A Soldiers Wife
A Soldiers Wife As I lay on the ground, I look up at the stars. But as I look at them, beautiful as they are. I wonder to myself, what is my fate? Shall I go on, or is it to late? Will he still be alive, by tomorrow night? Or will he have been killed, never to return to my sight. My heart is heavy, the sadness goes so deep. Everyday is a struggle, feels like all I do is weep. They all say tomorrow, is a new day. It might be better, or it could be gray. Even darker than before, so to God I pray. Keep my soldier alive, even if it is for only one more day!

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Soldiers(red Friday)
This is one of those good old e-mails that keep popping up. I just had to share it with you all again. Will you give this to my Daddy? As a Company, Southwest Airlines is going to support 'Red Fridays.' Last week I was in Atlanta , Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest acts of patriotism I have ever seen. Moving thru the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camos. As they began heading to their gate, everyone (well almost everyone)was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering. When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered for, it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red-blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families. Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsun

A Soldier Meets God
The smell of battle hung in the air I silently traveled over blood soaked ground Bodies littering it here and there Death filled silence is all around I hear a voice calling to me as I pass I stop and there a brave hero I see I go to his side and kneel beside him I look into his eyes as he stairs up at me I feel a tear fall as there I stay Kneeling there by this brave heroes side He begs to me to take away his pain My arms for him I now open up wide I lift him into my arms for comfort He lays his head softly against my chest I see from his body the wounds he has As he closes his eyes and tries to rest A tear I feel as it slides along my cheek My heart is torn for the suffering he must bare Wanting him to know I will comfort him And for all the brave men I really care He ask me now to save him from death As life slowly slips from his body this day Seeing the damage that battle has caused A lump in my throat I know not what to say He asks me to hear his last words

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Sold Into Priceless
My perfection covered in gaudy scratches. Sewn with thick butcher twine on wine colored satin. A straight razor to my downfall. The confection of alabaster empathy from newscasters in new zealand all the way down to Nero in braces. Fakers and overpayed charlatans. Of ne'er do, and ne'er try. The body I was inside of, once my possession Now pissed on and lathered in filth, an unctuous stink of abandon, and doting imbecile imposter. Only fooling himself. Placing his heart on an altar to nothing, the antithesis to a One. I can't wait to watch you burn. In the saccharine folly of infantile conflagration whored and sold into priceless. Echoing my fiction. An abundance of patronizing sympathy. A failing of my apathetic oblivion. In a needle down a straw underneath one fresh cut strawberry. The tint of foamed coffee. The smoothness of a calla lily. A faltering ephemeral delusion of salvation. Crowning my achievements with no bod

A Soldier Of Pain
The cold wind blows on his tear streaked face as he walked into the lonely darkness of the moon-less night. His eyes burning with the hatred and pain that has built a home in his soul to haunt his sleepless nights Lost and lonely, tired and hungry, he searches the emptiness for a sign of peace Not wanting to give up, he travels onward asking himself “when will the pain cease” He suffers alone, all this pain he keeps buried eating away at him inside Yet he still keeps on moving, takes a deep breath and swallows his pride. He has lost so much, felt more pain than he ever thought he could handle But the last of his sanity is dwindling away like a fast burning candle And yet he continues to suffer and carry this burden on his back Wandering in vast circles trying to get his life on the right track. Through the searing pain he shall continue to move on, trying to leave his past behind Cause he is a soldier of pain and he must keep his eyes forward, to see just what he can fi

Soldier's Christmas Poem
A Christmas Poem TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SO

Soldier
This is who I am. this is me this is who I am I am a Marine to the very end I live by the motto that is Simper Fi I come to countries in far off lands to fight for freedom for which most are to scared to stand do not judge me for what I do for what I do I do for you I will kill for those who cannot kill I will die for those to scared to I will leave my loved ones, my kids, my wife I will leave them all behind to give you a better life I have seen and done things that will haunt my dreams I have given up many things for you to be free do not feel pity for me, for this is my choice I chose this life so people like you can have a voice I will die on my feet, I will not live on my knees I will do this so America can stay free this is me this is who I am I am a Marine to the very end. BY Robert byers

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Soldier Habits
Some of these are hard habits to break! 1. Admit: "I was in the Army; I have a problem." This is the first step to recovery... 2. Speech: Time should never begin with a zero or end in a hundred, it is not 0430 or 1400; it is 4:30am and 2:00pm Words like latrine, overhead, fourth point of contact, bunk, and "PT" will get you weird looks; bathroom, ceiling, ass, bed, and workout... get used to it. "Fuck" cannot be used to -replace whatever word you can't think of right now, try "um". Grunting is not talking. It's a phone, not a radio; do not use words like roger, say again, send it and conversations on a phone do not end in "out" People will not know what you are talking about if you tell them you usually spend your Monday's doing a PMCS and that you need a 5988 before you can do a proper QA/QC or that you spent a deployment in USAREUR. It's all gibberish to them. Likewise people will not understand you when you use expressions like "watch your six" or "pop smok

A Soldier's Story
The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why we were at war . My husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband and I were in the Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and defend our Country again today. I knew that my husband would give him a good explanation. My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in our front living room window. He said "Son, stand there and tell me what you see?" "I see trees and cars and our neighbor's houses." he replied. "OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the United States of America and you are President Bush." Our son giggled and said "OK." "Now son, I want you to look ou t the window and pretend that every house and yard on this block is a different country" my husband said. "OK Dad, I'm pretending." "Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and pretend you see Saddam come out of his house with his

Soldiers Once
awhile ago I left the military hurt and saddend that I would no longer see my friends everyday I had grown to call brothers, for a couple it was the last time i saw them a couple died in iraq and a couple took there own lives havin seen enough over in iraq and afganistan to my suprise today a friend whom i havnt seen since i was hurt over sea's came into where i worked we both smiled at each other instantly knowing who each other was he smiled told me everyone thought i was dead and then laughed that i had consumed enough alcohol in Germany that i was already embalmed for burial we had a laugh at our time over there then he told me the news i regret when i see an old friend from the military who had made and who had not, he told me of LT. Cowherd whom had been killed and also of SGT Chatman from Aco killed by snipers and roadside bombs about CSM Eric Cooke who was killed by a roadside bomb while in convoy. Tonight i am going out I will Raise my glass to you my brothers and have one las

A Soldiers
read it Ask this question to a soldier, the answers in his eyes Always we will be here waiting, the call we wont deny We'll always fight for freedom, never asking why We'll go away to far off lands, leaving our loved ones behind Many times we are alone, several times inside Open the windows to our souls, see the tears we hide Secrets we cannot keep, are in a soldiers eyes They said my life was over They said I was a waste You’ll never have a life my boy Not even just a taste I refused to believe them I was better than the rest And when I looked up from my feet There was a sign saying be the best. I walked in through the door Determined to make them see “You want to be a soldier lad?” “Come on then, follow me.” If you saw me now My life far from over I’m sure as hell not a waste Far from it I’m a soldier.

A Soldier's Prayer
God our Father, Help me to remain true to my ideals during my service to my country. Help me be what is in America, the land of the free. May I realize that I represent what our country stands for. My uniform is a symbol of duty and valor both in peace and in war. I take up arms to defend what all Americans hold dear: life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Grant me the strength to live according to these ideals, the courage of my convictions, and the resolve to endure whatever dangers threaten. With you at our side I fear no evil and resist every enemy, secure in the knowledge that you hold me in the palm of your hand. Amen. Author Unknown The soldier stood and faced his God Which must always come to pass... He hoped his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass. "Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?" The soldier squared his should

A Soldier Is...
Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. soldier are found everywhere... in love...in battle... in lust... in trouble...in debt...in bars and ... behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack. A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the PROTECTOR OF AMERICA, with the latest copy of playboy in his back pocket. When he wants something

Soldier Misses His Own Wedding.....
By SHARON COHEN, AP National Writer Sun Aug 3, 4:48 PM ET The phone call surprised Katie Kriesel, so soon after her husband, John, shipped out. ADVERTISEMENT "Where are you?" she asked. "I am where I need to be," he answered cryptically, not wanting to disclose his exact location in Iraq. He probably would have waited to call home to Minnesota, but April 8, 2006, was special — it was Katie's 26th birthday. Kriesel was at Camp Fallujah, just east of the city where U.S. contractors had been hanged from a bridge, where Marines had battled insurgents in some of the bloodiest battles of the war. Soon after his arrival, Kriesel saw a tent near his living quarters that had been hit by enemy mortar fire, twisting the metal support beams and shredding the canvas. Welcome to Iraq. But Kriesel wanted to be in thick of the action, not sitting in a tower or standing guard in a mess hall. He'd always been gung-ho; even as a kid he had watched the Gulf War on TV and p

A Soldiers Thank You...
As you all know, Im a soldier in the US Army and have little time before Im deployed to Iraq. I was talking to Pat M'Groin (and actually am right now) and I just wanted to send a thank you to everyone who supports the troops, Air, Army, Marines and Navy alike and all other components. If it wasnt for the support we get from you people of These United States of America, we wouldnt of volunteered to do what we do. We wouldnt want to risk our lives in order to be proud of ourselves and know we're appreciated by millions of other people around us. Even people that we will never meet. Again, this is a Soldiers thank you to the veterans and citizens for all care packages sent, all the cards, letters and personal pieces we ask for so we are less homesick while fighting a ghost enemy. Take care everyone. Love, SPC Haynes

Soldiers
I was that which others did not want to be, I went where others feared to go and did what others feared to do. I asked nothing from who gave nothing, and reluctantly accepted the thought of eternal loneliness should I fail. I have seen the face of terror, felt the stinging cold of fear and enjoyed the sweet taste of a moments love. I have cried, pained and hoped, but most of all, I have lived times, other would say were best forgotten. At least someday I will be able to say, that I was proud of what I was..... ....A Soldier.

Soldiers Promise
I hope that your days are sunny And your dreams are sweet May your life be full of happiness May no troubles fall at your feet Though I may be far away And I'm not physically there There is something you should know My soul remains with you there I will always be home I will always be there Though not in person I will still be there Memories of us will be everywhere I will see you no matter where I am For all the distance between us For all the time that I've been gone I will return changed But I will not be gone I will still be me For that can never change I will always be there for you I will never leave

The Soldier Left Behind..
Here's something I wrote in an effort to let out some frustration.. : The Soldier Left Behind Did you know that you've left your brother behind? How can this be true you ask? Just stop and think. Who have you not seen or heard from or about? Where can he be? What is the story? Is he okay? Where can he be? Has he walked right by you and you didn't even see him? Who is it that you're missing? The one who has been left behind. Did he come back home with you or get lost in transit? Or did he just get left behind? He's usually kind of quiet. And tends to mind his own business. He doesn't always hang out with the crowd, but he was always there right by your side. Who have you left behind? Who does his job, yet you hardly ever see? Who is it that is missing? This brother that is in need... So have you figured it out yet? Who it is that you've left behind? The army has let him down. His fellow brothers in arms have let him down. I thought that the military would ha

A Soldier
Soldier from the United States Army was attending some college courses, between assignments He had completed missions in Iraq and Afghanistan. One of the courses had a professor who was an avowed atheist and a member of the ACLU. One day the professor shocked the class when he came in. He looked to the ceiling and flatly stated, "God, if you are real, then I want you to knock me off this platform. I'll give you exactly 15 minutes." The lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. Ten minutes wentby and the professor proclaimed, "Here I am God. I'm still waiting." It got down to the last couple of minutes when the Soldier got out of his chair, went up to the professor, and cold-cocked him knocking him off the platform. The professor was out cold. The Soldier went back to his seat and sat there, silently. The other students were shocked and stunned and sat there looking on in silence. The professor eventually came to, noticeably shaken, looked at the Soldier and asked, "What

Soldier Of Life!
Im just one of many soldiers in the jungle of life my notepad is my rifle, my pen is my knife medals from my battles decorate my chest but the scars on my heart remind me best with determination I keep on marching, boldly facing whatever comes my way I reflect on the battles survived and embrace the current day I ignore whatever pain at times I may feel I smile at friendly faces and hope someday to heal Battered, Heartbroken and Hurting Yet I go on doing, never acknowleging defeat proudly marching like a soldier till my tour of duty is complete written by Some1special2k

Soldier Under Command
We are the soldier under command. We hold two-edged sword within our hands. We're not ashamed to stand up for what's right. We win without sin. It's not by our might. And we're fighting all the sin. and the good book - it says we'll win! Soldiers,Soldiers, under command. Soldiers,Soldiers, fighting the battle plan. Are you a soldier under command. Help fight the good fight, join us while you can. the battle that's waiting is fought so easily. Through Him, without sin there is victory. And were fighting all the sin. And the good book - it says we'll win! writen by PrincessBride

A Soldier Died Today
A SOLDIER DIED TODAY He was getting old and paunchy And his hair was falling fast, And he sat around the Legion, Telling stories of the past. Of a war that he had fought in And the deeds that he had done, In his exploits with his buddies; They were heroes, every one. And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors His tales became a joke, All his Legion buddies listened For they knew whereof he spoke. But we'll hear his tales no longer, For old Bill has passed away, And the world's a little poorer For a soldier died today. He will not be mourned by many, Just his children and his wife. For he lived an ordinary And quite uneventful life. Held a job and raised a family, Quietly going on his way; And the world won't note his passing, though a Soldier died today. When politicians leave this earth, Their bodies lie in state, While thousands note their passing, And proclaim that they were great. Papers tell their whole life stories From the time that

Soldiers' Shoe Boxes
Hey. I like never write in this website's blog, but I feel I need to get some more information. My mom is a 4th Grade School teacher, and the students in her school are collecting things to put in shoeboxes to be sent to the soldiers still in Iraq. She has a list of **RECOMMENDED** things, but having it straight from the horse's mouth is a lot better. I know there are some wives/husbands of soldiers overseas...and I'm sure you can give me a little feedback. What is the main thing you think we can send them(keep in mind it is a shoebox) for the folks still over there? I have heard that Beef Jerky is the biggest thing....but I haven't gotten any feedback on anything else. I welcome feedback...just keep in mind that the shoeboxes are taped up and shipped the day before the Thanksgiving break. Thanks for reading.

Soldier
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WIL

A Soldiers Christmas Poem
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, > >>>>>> HE LIVED ALL ALONE, > >>>>>> IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF > >>>>>> PLASTER AND STONE. > >>>>>> > >>>>>> I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY > >>>>>> WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, > >>>>>> AND TO SEE JUST WHO > >>>>>> IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. > >>>>>> > >>>>>> I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, > >>>>>> A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, > >>>>>> NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, > >>>>>> NOT EVEN A TREE. > >>>>>> > >>>>>> NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, > >>>>>> JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, > >>>>>> ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES > >>>>>> OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. > >>>>>> > >>>>>> WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, > >>>>>> AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, > >>>>>> A SOBER THOUGHT > >>>>>> CAME THROUGH MY MIND. > >>>>>> > >>>>>> FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, > >>>>>> IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, > >>>>>> I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, > >>>>>> ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. > >>>>>> > >>>>>> THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, > >>>>>> SILENT, ALONE, > >>>>>> CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR > >>>>>> IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

A Soldiers Poem
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WIL

Soldiers "night Before Christmas"
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I C

A Soldiers Christmas Poem....
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WIL

Soldier Christmas
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WIL

A Soldier's Christmas
FOR THE TROOPS I CAME ACROSS THIS IN A EMAIL SENT TO ME AND HAD TO PASS IT ON.IF YOU COULD ALSO PASS IT ON FOR ME. The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and

Soldiers Gift To Us All
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A sol

A Soldier's Christmas
Twas the Night Before Christmas and All is Secure TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, AND ON THE WALL PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARD OF ALL KINDS, A SOBERING THOUGHT CAME TO MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT SO DARK AND SO DREARY, THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, NOW I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ,

Soldier's X-mas
A Soldier’s Christmas I ran into this writting, while I was in xxxxxx. I hope that no one takes a Soldier for granted. As you wish your family and friends a Merry Christmas...I ask that you DO NOT forget the many that will forever be unable to tell their loved ones the same. The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of fo

A Soldier's Night Before Christmas
A Soldier's Night Before Christmas 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER A ND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWE

A Soldier’s Night Before Christmas
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WO

The Soldiers' Night Before Christmas
The Soldiers' Night Before Christmas by Trish Holland and Christine Ford Twas the night before Christmas and all through the base Only sentries were stirring - they guarded the place. At the foot of each bunk sat a helmet and boot For the Santa of Soldiers to fill up with loot. The soldiers were sleeping and snoring away As they dreamed of "back home" on good Christmas Day. One snoozed with his rifle - he seemed so content. I slept with the letters my family had sent. When outside the tent there arose such a clatter. I sprang from my rack to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Poked out my head, and yelled, "What was that crash?" When what to my thrill and relief should appear; But one of our Blackhawks to give the all cler. More rattles and rumbles! I heard a deep wine! Then up drove 8 Humvees, a jeep close behind..... Eac

Soldiers Night Before Christmasþ
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give And to see just who in this home did live. I looked all about a strange sight I did see, No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand, On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. With medals and badges, awards of all kind A sober thought came through my mind. For this house was different, so dark and dreary, I knew I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly. I heard stories about them, I had to see more So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. And there he lay sleeping silent alone, Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home. His face so gentle, his room in such disorder, Not how I pictured a United States soldier. Was this the hero of whom I¢d just read? Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed? His hea

A Soldier's Prayer.
I was that which Others did not want to be, I went where Others feared to go and did what Others feared to do. I asked nothing from Those who gave nothing and reluctantly accepted the thought of Eternal loneliness should I fail. I have seen the face of Terror, felt the Stinging cold of fear and enjoyed the Sweet taste of a moments Love. I have Cried, Pained and Hoped, but most of all, I have Lived times, Others would say are best Forgotten. At least someday, I will be able to Say, that I was Proud of what I was...... A Soldier.

A Soldiers Christmas
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, my daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep in perfect contentment, or so it would seem. So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, and I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old Perhap

A Soldier's Christmas
A Soldier's Christmas 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I

The Soldier
A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've got a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring with me." "Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him." "There's something you should know," the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm an leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us." "I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live." "No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us." "Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own." At that point, the son hung up the phone. The par

A Soldier
A Soldier By me Not a sacred warrior, Nor with a bayonet blessed by God, Not even a human being, Just a simple peasant….. a surrogate, A sacrificial lamb, a frightened child, Chosen by the rich to be an instrument of war, A cold-blooded, battle-trained beast, A mindless savage ordered to kill, A molded piece of steel, an object……. a gear, A very small cog in a far-reaching engine of death, An insignificant fleck in the overall fabric of life, A negligible notch on the handle of an enemy’s gun, A mere afterthought for those who extol the wonders of war, An unkempt grunt, A lonely gutted, blood-spattered corpse lying on the ground, Something like the trivial crush of dead dog on a lonely country road, Dead meat…………. with a tin tag, A sacred breath of life having been stripped from its mother’s womb, A father’s pride…. his very best friend, Someone whose name is Abdul, Mohammed, Ishmael, Ibrahim, or Hassan, Or then again

A Soldier Poem
The Soldier How does a soldier feel fighting a war? Does he always know what he is fighting for? Maybe he knows but doesn't understand, why he is alone in a faraway land. Like so many others he is there for a cause, And like the rest he doesn't pause. He has a job that he does well, even as his best friend beside him fell. How does he feel when he hears the news, of violent protests from the ignorant few? His shame is great, the pain goes deep he feels compassion for the dead at his feet. Rioters can boast and carry signs, about the war that has shook our time. But when the call comes for them to go, they burn their draft cards and make a show. How can a soldier be proud of his land, when this type of people make a stand? How can we show him we are glad he is there, fighting for freedom and the ones who care? War is unfair in any way of life, and all involved must pay the price. But the soldier is proud to keep us free, stop and think.......... Shouldn't you be

Soldiers
Will you give this to my Daddy? As a Company, Southwest Airlines is going to support 'Red Fridays.' Last week I was in , attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest acts of patriotism I have ever seen. Moving thru the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camos. As they began heading to their gate, everyone (well alm ost everyone)was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering. When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered for, it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red-blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families. Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or re

A Soldier’s Wish: Angel Of Steel
A Soldier’s Wish: Angel Of Steel As we lay in the shadows Of the tall golden wheat A wave of hope Sweeps through the valley Perhaps tonight Shall be the night When we all shall hear That fearsome roar Of our Angel Of Steel And may she throw down her hair And whisk us away Into her cold, yet welcoming arms There goes the signal! And forward we crawl Ever so slowly And with not a peep For the enemy surrounds us Yet knows not of their doom For the strength of swords Shall pour down like rain And all through the grass Rose a soft whisper A sound so sweet As our wishes flew high For tonight we wish That this journey may end A journey full of pain And a journey full of hardships Here we are hated by many And loved by few Yet a job we have And a job we must do And a job we have done Yet we are patiently waiting For the long overdue The feeling of her embrace Our Angel Of Steel

Soldiers Good And Bad...
Wednesday, August 29, 2007 I have decided to let other people handle ther own problems cause I have about had enough of the rampid stupidness pooring out of the fucking world right now...I feel that we should all just take the people that are put in charge of other people and let them just figure it out instead of going through several dumb ass meetings I think that I am not going to mak e it in the army as a career becuase I can't stand the idiots that are put in charge...I have been playing it pretty fucking cool lately acting like I don't know whats going on ...But NO!!! I See write through you say's my Platoon sergant...DAMN IT!!!!!!! Why my god why me... OH THE HUMANITY!!!!!!! So now I am in charge of a few idiots some times ...I NEED A BEER NOW !!! But thats ok let me calm down for a second and rationalize...I feel that I am able to deal with the stupid bullshit ness of all of this...So when I return to civilization...and I am at the bar in the club or at

Soldiers Hideout Bully002
Soliders Hideout Come out the Soldiers Hideout Military or not makes no difference to us. If you enjoy listen to music, chatting, or just hanging out then come check out Soldiers Hideout. We have some of the coolest DJ's on FUBAR and we even have cams for your veiwing pleasure. We will be giving away random prizes to those who join. If you are the 150th member to join you will get 1 million in fubucks. So come by have a few drinks and get to know some of the coolest ppl on FUBAR. SO click the banner and come on in

A Solders Life..
You stay up for 16 hours The Soldier stays up for days on end. You take a warm shower to help you wake up. The Soldier goes days or weeks without running water. You complain of a 'headache', and call in sick. The Soldier gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward. You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends. The Soldier still fights for your right to wear that shirt. You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket. The Soldier clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags. You talk trash about your 'buddies' that aren't with you. The Soldier knows he may not see some of his buddies again. You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls. The Soldier patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists You complain about how hot it is. The Soldier wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow. You go out to lunch, and complain because the rest

Soldier Dedication Show 2/15/09
I would like to welcome everyone to the first edition of Soldier Sunday, a block of 4 hours where I will be dedicating each hour to a specific soldier or group of soldiers. First off, I would like to take a moment of silence to remember those that will never come home….. We must never forget those people who give all they have so others can share in our freedoms. On September 11, 2001 the United States of America was attacked by terrorist. Nearly 3000 people lost their lives that day because of terrorist, 1966 at the twin towers, 125 at the pentagon, 87 people on AMERICAN AIRLINES FLIGHT 11, 64 people on AMERICAN AIRLINES FLIGHT 77, 60 people on UNITED AIRLINES FLIGHT 175, 40 people on UNITED AIRLINES FLIGHT 93. These figures Do Not include the 5244 U.S. military deaths in Iraq and Afghanistan since the war began or the terrorist. What follows is a list of 10 of our fallen heroes.. Sgt. James M. Dorsey, 23, of Beardstown, Ill. Spc. Christopher P. Sweet, 28, of Kahului, H

Soldier Sunday 2/22
Opened show with American Soldier by Toby Keith First off, I would like to take a moment of silence to remember those that will never come home….. We must never forget those people who give all they have so others can share in our freedoms. Author: Crystal Cheeks Poem: Fallen Heroes Let us never forget Those who have been lost The ones who once protected us And paid the ultimate cost They are the fallen heroes From wars of the present and past Some pictures have faded But the memories still last Keep them in your thoughts Never forget what they've paid To give us the freedom We enjoy every day They are the fallen heroes Remember what they've done Thank them each morning With the rising sun Please remember these fallen heroes and thier families... 2nd Lt. Emily J.T. Perez Hometown: Fort Washington, Maryland, U.S. Age: 23 Lance Cpl. Patrick R. Adle Hometown: Baltimore, Maryland, U.S. Age: 21 UnNamed Soldier, Hometown: Severna Park, Maryl

Soldier Sunday 3/1
3/1/2009 Opened show with American Soldier by Toby Keith First off, I would like to take a moment of silence to remember those that will never come home….. We must never forget those people who give all they have so others can share in our freedoms. SO DEAR TO MY HEART So dear to my heart are my loved ones at home As I toss and I turn in my bunk all alone. Everyday I see death, hate, and corruption Combat is God's proof of man's malfunction For family, comrades, and myself I pray To my love with this poem I wish to convey. I knew I loved you though never how much Till by war, I'm forced beyond your touch. Where violence thrives, there's the stench of death With the taste of fear on every breath. Who shall prevail, who shall die As the sadistic kill beneath God's sky. Baghdad has become man's highway to hell Where the hearts of darkness are alive and well. I count each day till it's time to come home And be with my love and never alone. Love

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Soldiers: Volunteers Into The Fire
You tuff it out feet blisters and all Your honor at stake Your pride already shining through You’ve made it this far Don’t quit now When the thoughts creep in Remember I am proud too You’re an American Soldier An honor for the chosen few Not everyone can make it through It takes a lot to volunteer Knowing what’s ahead of you Standing tall before you go Running into the fire in front of you.

Soldier
On that day you will cry out in dispear Calling out for your brothers and sisters I shall be there put you back on your feet There is so much evil in this world little one There is so much good in this hell I will always be ready to take that fear Hold and pray that you will never need me I will never leave you side Be reinsured I will be right there

Soldiers Xmis
I got this from someone. The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some tw

A Soldiers Life
A SOLDIERS LIFE An army Must Link together To stand together Parts working for the whole A well oiled machine Requires many teams Alone soldiers die Pairs have extra eyes Weapons were sticks and stones Now their meant only to break bones They continue on For so long That some forget why They risk their lives Then as in war they see destruction and death It turns on a heath inside A burning will to provide Each tries their best to help each other Believing them to be brothers They do not mourn when one dies But continue the fight To save the others and remember those Who have died copyright jas 2007

A Soldiers Prayer
A SOLDIERS PRAYER It's time to sleep I've been relieved My rifle at my side My knife in it's sheath Lord let me live another day As I put myself in harms way I made my choice, I took the oath I stand for freedom, but I don't boast My God, my country, my family The things I hold so dear With these all on my side There's nothing for me to fear But if I should fall before my next relief I will stand before you Lord with honor and dignity So, while I'm here please make me strong To fight the battles and right what's wrong God Bless America copyright jas 2007

Soldiers
Everyone thinks to be a soldier is an easy job... But you are wrong.. We face danger everyday of our lives and we should be thankful to people who serve and protect our country... They are putting their lives on the line for us... I will be in the Air Force soon enough and when someone comes up to me and says Thank YOu for serving our country, it means the world to me, just to know that some ppl appreciate what we do for others... So the next time you talk or see someone from any branch of service do me a favor tell them Thank You..

A Soldiers X-mas
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,Transforming the yard to a winter delight.The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then thesure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,And I crept to the door just to see who was near.Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.Alone in the d

Soldiers Screwed Again
This was a repost of a blog a friend of a friend posted. I just wanted everybody to see what the government REALLY thinks of us.......... The Department of Homeland security has black listed Vets. as possible domestic terrorist. They have informed law enforcement to be on the look out for vets as possible terrorist. So now I have to worry about driving around with my Vet plates I am a target. This morning I wrote a post about a Homeland Security paper that warned about “right wing extremists” and the threat that they may pose to the government. This paper basically lumped in people who are either pro second amendment, anti abortion, anti illegal immigration, or pro smaller government (or more than one or all of the above) with white supremacists and domestic terrorists. As maddening as I found that paper there was one aspect to the paper that I missed this morning and to me it is much more egregious. This is what the Department of Homeland Security thinks about our m

A Soldiers Grace!
A Soldiers Grace........... I am a soldier, I fight for the free. But while I'm here who fights for me? It's the ones who stand next to me with the gun in their hands, It's the ones who lye motionless with their face in the sand. It's those who sit behind the bars of the enemy, It's the ones who spend years on their post at the sea. It's the ones who fly high up above in the clouds,

Sold!
Hello little babies. I am going to be holding the FIRST ever Purgatory Dance Party Auction...Its a Chace for our PDP fans to own us like lil bitches....or us own each other (we know the boys will love this). While getting some perks too. If you don't know about auctions this is how they bascially work. You offer things like Salutes, Rates, Comments, a spot in Top friends/family, Artwork, Their name in ur display name in exchage for Fu-bucks, Bling Packs, Bling, VIP's or whatever else they offer. They own you for a month. If you want to you can offer NSFW salutes. Anything goes. Just Keep it fun and lets hope its succuesful. If you would like to be in this auction Leave a comment in here...letting me know. I'm asking that the Staff of PDP get involved along with the regualar PDP fans. So lets have fun! It will only work if ya get involved! Also if you would like to be involved, and I don't already have your YIM, SB me the add so we can discuss what you would like

Soldier
There is discipline in A Soldieryou can see it when he walks, There is honor in A Soldieryou hear it when he talks.There is courage in A Soldieryou can see it in his eyes, There is loyalty in A Soldierthat he will not compromise.There is something in A Soldierthat makes him stand apart, There is strength in A Soldier that beats from his heart.A Soldier isn't a title any man can be hired to do, A Soldier is the soul of that manburied deep inside of you.A Soldier's job isn't finished afteran 8 hour day or a 40 hour week, A Soldier is always A Soldiereven while he sleeps.A Soldier serves his country firstand his life is left behind, A Soldier has to sacrifice what comes first in a civilian's mind.If you are civilian -I am saying this to you.....next time you see A Soldierremember what they do.A Soldier is the reason our landis 'Home of the free', A Soldier is the one that is brave protecting you and me.If you are A Soldier -I am saying this to you.....Thank God for EVERY SOLDIERThan

A Soldier's Life
A SOLDIER'S LIFE THEY JOIN FOR MANY REASONS MOST DON'T UNDERSTAND IT IS NOT FOR FAME NOR GLORY, BUT JUST BCAUSE THIER A MAN THEY JOIN FOR PRIDE, HONOR AND DIGNITY, BUT FOR MOST THEY JOIN OUT OF A LOVE THAT THEY FEEL DEEP WITH IN, THEY CAN'T EXPLAIN IT NOR DO THEY TRY THEY ARE YOUNG AND MOST THE TIMES HAVE NOT GROWN TO THE MAN THAT THEY HAVE KNOWN BUT WHEN IT COMES TIME FOR THEM TO GO, TO FAR OFF PLACES THAT MOST DO NOT KNOW THEY NEVER QUESTION THEY JUST SAY HOOAH, FOR THAT IS WHAT IS UNDERSTOOD THEY ARE MEN AND WOMEN ALIKE, AND THEY STAND SIDE BY SIDE AND FIGHT THEY LIVE IN PLACES THAT MOST PEOPLE JUST CAN'T IMAGINE AND DON'T COMPLAIN CAUSE THEY ARE GLAD TO HAVE THEM AND WHEN IT COMES TIME AND LORD LETS HOPE IT NEVER DOES THEY WILL DIE TO PROTECT THE LAND THEY LOVE AND PEOPLE OFTEN ASK ME WHY I DO WHAT I DO AND I JUST REPLY CAUSE I LOVE THE RED WHIT AND BLUE.....jro

A Soldier's Poem
Take a man and put him alone,Put him twelve thousand miles from home.Empty his heart of all but blood,Make him live in sand, in mud.This is the life I have to live,This the soul to God I give.You have your parties and drink your beer,While young men are dying over here.Plant your signs on the White House lawn;"Lets get out of Iraq".Use your signs and have your fun,Then refuse to use a gun.There's nothing else for you to do,Then I'm supposed to die for you?There is one thing that you should know;And that's where I think you should go!I'm already here and it's too late.I've traded all my love for all this hate.I'll hate you till the day I die.You made me hear my buddy cry.I saw his leg and his blood shed,Then I heard them say, "This one's dead".It was a large price for him to pay,To let you live another day.He had the guts to fight and die,To keep the freedom you live by.By his dying, your life he buys,But who gives a fuck if a Soldier dies!

The Soldier's Night Before Christmas
The Soldier's Night Before Christmas Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give And to see just who in this home did live. I looked all about a strange sight I did see, No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand, On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. With medals and badges, awards of all kind A sober thought came through my mind. For this house was different, so dark and dreary, I knew I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly. I heard stories about them, I had to see more So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. And there he lay sleeping silent alone, Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home.

A Soldier
In A Soldier...You Will Find... In a soldier...Loyalty and strength you see.In a soldier...Discipline, bravery. In a soldier...A world that is free.In a soldier..Sacrifice, so the world can be free.In a soldier...No compromise.In a soldier...Courage in his eyes.In a soldier...A special bond.In a soldier...Iraq, Viet-Nam.In a soldier...Sad, drooped eyes.In a soldier...Pain, when a buddy dies.In a soldier...Terrible places.In a soldier...Tough, grim faces.In a soldier...Stories untold.In a soldier...Action makes him old.In a soldier...Dark, frightening nights.In a soldier...Missing his lovely wife.In a soldier...Memories of a decent life.In a soldier...Scars deep in the mind.In a soldier...An exploding mine.In a soldier...The thrill of leaving war.In a soldier...No more pains anymore. In a soldier...No more tears.In a soldier...Leaving war, after a long, trying year

Soldiers (fold The Flag)
A touch of your name echoes back the existence of a life that was taken too soon.My sight blinded, from gracing your faceOnly leaves a hole in my soul, that nothing can replace.The letters of your existence written, spell out your nameI pray to god, or something that your death wasn't in vein.My senses dulled, everything but the pain.My life's without you now,A soldier was your name.

Soldier Of The World
I stood and looked upon the field; blood and gore on sword and steel. How had we come so far: fly from this place child of stars. I ran as fast as my soul could take; for I could no longer love foresake. And when the forest was gone; the screams still did haunt. I screamed, "Mother Gaea do forgive my transactions so; for I feel my soul that way goes."

A Soldiers Carole
'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,THEY LIVED ALL ALONE,IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OFPLASTER AND STONE.I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEYWITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,AND TO SEE JUST WHOIN THIS HOME DID LIVE.I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,NOT EVEN A TREE.NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURESOF FAR DISTANT LANDS.WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,A SOBER THOUGHTCAME THROUGH MY MIND.FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,SILENT, ALONE,CURLED UP ON THE FLOORIN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,NOT HOW I PICTUREDA UNITED STATES SOLDIER.WAS THIS THE HEROOF WHOM I'D JUST READ?CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,THE FLOOR FOR A BED?I REALIZED THE FAMILIESTHAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERSWHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.SOON ROUND THE WORLD,THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATEA BRIG

A Soldiers Reason
© Jason E. Rose I can remember the first time that Isaw your smiling face,I held you close to my heart you couldprobably hear it race.I changed your first diaper, and I knowit took a while.youre daddy's baby boy and youre theperfect child.It's been about two months now, and Idon't have much to give.so daddy must leave for a while so thatyou may live.When I come back son I know you won’tremember me,but we'll build a bond at the fishingpond with unforgetable memories.It's time for me to go now son to builda soldiers legacy.To fight a war in another land somedayyou will be proud of me.Not so much for country, not so muchfor pride.But for you my baby boy, for yourfuture I would die.

A Soldier Morn's Mj's Death
This is written by a young man serving his third tour of duty inIraq. Thought you might find his take on the Michael Jackson newsinteresting. "Okay, I need to rant. I was just watching the news, and I caught part of a report on Michael Jackson. As we all know, Jackson died the other day. He was an entertainer who performed for decades. He made millions, he spent millions, and he did a lot of things that make him a villian to many people. I understand that his death would affect a lot of people, and I respect those people who mourn his death, but that isn't the point of my rant. Why is it that when ONE man dies, the whole of America loses their minds with grief. When a man dies whose only contribution to the country was to ENTERTAIN people, the Amercian people find the need to flock to a memorial in Hollywood, and even Congress sees the need to hold a "moment of silence" for his passing? Am I missing something here? ONE man dies, and a

A Soldier's Home Cumming ;p
FOLLOWING IS AN ORIGINAL STORY COPYRIGHT PROTECTED BY: KAYLA B./SHAKTI SHAMAN. If I were your first stop once you got back from deployment, I would prepare the condo for the care I would take with you. Ya big man, you would actually have to deal with being pampered just a little... When you arrive I would not say a word (don’t get use to that ;D lol), but I would take your hand, and after you drop your luggage.. would slowly press you against the wall.. one hand, linking fingers with you and holding you against the wall while the other would cup your neck and pull you to me for that kiss i so want from you... you would try to tease me, knowing i want it, but i would tease back, because you want it too... then the grins would leave and the seriousness of the passion would come and we would kiss... slow, deep, thorough... both moaning... you would take my hand from your neck and link those fingers too, then holding our linked hands you would move them behind me, capturing me in

A Soldier's Thoughts...
Tick tock tick tock is all I hear as the seconds go by from the clock Waiting to finally head back to my family & friends at home At times it’s boring I need to keep busy so that I won’t feel all alone… This is the life of a soldier keeping it real and strong Some of them make it and some just feel like they don't belong Wanting to go back to civilization But they won't Cause It's in their blood to keep moving on Head up high and proud of their duties for this country… Fighting for our peace & freedom Take a look at them they stand out in a crowd Some may fear of what’s to come Their own tears will be held within Enemies are drawing near but they certainly won't hide I am forever grateful for these men & women of honor, integrity, and pride … May God Bless you all and your family Bring you back home safely …We have you in our thoughts, and deeply in our prayers.

~soldiers~firemen~police~
This Country is Twisted.....The Author is Right On...... THIS WAS WRITTEN BY A SOLDIER IN IRAQ . Okay, I need to rant.I was just watching the news, and I caught part of a report on MichaelJackson . As we all know, Jackson died the other day. He was anentertainer who performed for decades. He made millions, he spentmillions, and he did a lot of things that make him a villain to manypeople. I understand that his death would affect a lot of people, andI respect those people who mourn his death, But that isn't the pointof my rant.Why is it that when ONE man dies, the whole of America loses theirminds with grief. When a man dies whose only contribution to thecountry was to ENTERTAIN people, the American people find the need toflock to a memorial in Hollywood , and even Congress sees the need tohold a "moment of silence" for his passing?Am I missing something here? ONE man dies, and all of a sudden he's afreaking martyr because he entertained us for a few decades? Whatabout all tho

A Soldier's Take On Michael Jackson
Hey all I just got this e-mail and I just wanted to share it with ya. And Im not tring to Hate On MJ I Love his Music. VERY GOOD POINT..... A Soldier's Take on Michael Jackson For those of you who support our military, you will understand where this man is coming from. For those of you who do not support our soldiers, God will explain to you one day.This young soldiers remarks are right on the point. How calloused we the American people have become. Please pass this along to friends and family. This young man's remarks need to be read by everyone. A Soldier's Take on Michael Jackson This is written by a young soldier serving his third tour of duty in Iraq. Thought you might find his take on the Michael Jackson news Interesting and he's right!! Okay, I need to rant. I was just watching the news, and I caught part of a report on Michael Jackson. As we all know, Jackson died the other day. He was an entertainer who performed for decades. He madeMillio

A Soldiers Thoughts On Micheal Jacksons Death
A Soldier's View of Michael Jackson's Death This is written by a young man serving his third tour of duty in Iraq .Thought you might find his take on the Michael Jackson news interesting............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .........Okay, I need to rant.I was just watching the news, and I caught part of a report on MichaelJackson. As we all know, Jackson died the other day. He was anentertainer who performed for decades. He made millions, he spentmillions, and he did a lot of things that make him a villian to manypeople. I understand that his death would affect a lot of people, andI respect those people who mourn his death, but that isn't the pointof my rant.Why is it that when ONE man dies, the whole of America loses theirminds with grief. When a man dies whose only contribution to thecountry was to ENTERTAIN people, the Amercian people find the need toflock to a memorial in Hollywood , and even Congress sees the need tohold a "moment of silence" fo

Soldier's Poem
Ok, Iknow I screwed this up the first blog go figure. But anyhow. This is a short poem I found in my wallet today. I isn't long but I remember my grandma gave it to me when I deployed to Iraq, I kept it for the whole deployment and then some. God and the Soldier All men adore In the time of trouble And no more: For when war is over And all things righted God is neglected The old soldiers sighted. I have no clue what this entails but I have had it in my wallet for almost 6 years now.

The Soldier
If you read this, you WILL forward it on.You just won't be able to stop yourself.The average age of the military man 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, just 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 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 a 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 sp

Sold My Soul By Kevin Presley
Funny how my son Rebel Presley's father expresses himself...Luckily this times not about me!! LoL But regardless it hit me and cant wait to hear the instrumental parts when he gets home from Michigan. Hes my Monster and Ill always love him even though Id prolly kill him if we were together still. LoL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I've got my hands gripped tightly around your neck as you come to find what you thought you'd never see the look in my eyes I'm sure you'll not soon forget as you realize all the hate that you've unleashed in me (CHORUS) Well, I've sat down and talked to all the angels Heaven's got a secret they're too scared to tell cuz I've finally struck a deal and sold my soul now I'm not even welcome at the gates of Hell cuz the demons don't think they'd fair too well and the Devil's just afraid that i''ll take control Finally it seems the predator has now become the preyI'm seeking revenge for the knife you left in my backyou'll find out soon enough that you wrote

The Soldier
It is the soldier, not the reporter, Who has given us freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, Who has given us freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, Who has given us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier, not the lawyer, Who has given us the right to a fair trial. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, Who serves under the flag, And whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag.

A Soldier's View Of 9/11
9/11/01. We all know the date. We all know what it means. It's our generations version of Pearl Harbor. A day that will live in infamy. I remeber that day every day of my life. I was in freshman year of high school. I remember our superintendant telling the teachers to turn on CNN. When we all saw it, it was surreal to say the least. My godmother worked there. She was on the 67th floor in the first tower that collapsed. We tried to call all day. Nothing. Three weeks, nothing. Finally, her son told us she was found. That feeling made my heart literally collapse. She was my second mother, for lack of a better term. I have nightmares to this day of thst day. I would have had them even if she wasn't in there. But to this day, I still remember everything going in slow motion. This is with me being a state away, mind you. This was the reason I joined the Army. To give back to the country that's given me so much, and to make a woman who meant so much to me proud. I love you Titi Olga. Rest i

A Soldiers Salute .. Lance Corporal Christopher Scott Fowlkes
To some they are our heroes, Others they are family and friends, No matter what they are, Their duty never ends. The path they lead is hard, And some can't understand, Why they choose to do it, To fight for Freedom in this land. Age makes no difference, There's just one job to do, Stand and fight together, Faith will push them through. So many miles between them, A simple phone call such a gift, Things we take for granted, Gives their hearts such a huge lift. I wonder if they ever think, That they're forgotten over there, I wonder if they sleep at night, Like we do without a care. Sometimes I think they're chosen, By a higher, greater power, Because they give away their Freedom, To keep us safe every hour. I don't know if they choose or are chosen, But whatever the reason may be, I want to say "Thank You" Lance Cpl. Chris Fowlkes, You gave your life to keep us free. I live each day with my family, Soldiers live each day in fear, I sleep at night in peace, Soldiers sleep with their gun

Soldier~fireman~police
I found this on a page and was honored that he posted it.He graciuosly allowed me to repost it.Thank you.A little late but still so true!! This Country is Twisted.....The Author is Right On...... THIS WAS WRITTEN BY A SOLDIER IN IRAQ . Okay, I need to rant.I was just watching the news, and I caught part of a report on MichaelJackson . As we all know, Jackson died the other day. He was anentertainer who performed for decades. He made millions, he spentmillions, and he did a lot of things that make him a villain to manypeople. I understand that his death would affect a lot of people, andI respect those people who mourn his death, But that isn't the pointof my rant.Why is it that when ONE man dies, the whole of America loses theirminds with grief. When a man dies whose only contribution to thecountry was to ENTERTAIN people, the American people find the need toflock to a memorial in Hollywood , and even Congress sees the need tohold a "moment of silence" for his passing?Am I

Soldier In A Modern War
being a soldier is tough going to other countries for a year or more.Missing your family one thing that people say to me that really gets me is wow man u went to iraq your a hero,i am just doin my job anybody else would do.I read somethin on the news the other day that really got to me someone from ny which is where i am from said soldiers are spoiled and that we crave attention for a war that was a joke in the first place. I would like to hear more comments on this subject to see if u feel the same way.Two tours over here and some of the stuff i have seen i would not wish that on my worst enemy,i am ranting of course but i would love some feed back thank you so much for reading my blog.

Soldier Who Received Lung Transplant Dies From Lung Cancer
LONDON, England (CNN) -- A leading UK hospital has defended its practice of using organs donated by smokers after the death of a soldier who received the cancerous lungs of a heavy smoker. A close up X-ray view of a cigarette smoker's lungs. Corporal Matthew Millington, 31, died at his home in 2008, less than a year after receiving a transplant that was supposed to save his life at Papworth Hospital -- the UK's largest specialist cardiothoracic hospital, in Cambridgeshire, east England. Papworth Hospital released a statement saying using donor lungs from smokers was not "unusual." The statement added that the hospital had no option but to use lungs from smokers as "the number of lung transplants carried out would have been significantly lower," if they didn't. Should hospitals use smokers' lungs in transplants? An inquest held last week heard that Millington, who served in the Queen's Royal Lancers, was serving in Iraq in 2005 when he was diagnosed with an incurab

A Soldiers Poem
THE FINAL INSPECTION The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass.He hoped his shoes were shining,Just as brightly as his brass. 'Step forward now, you soldier,How shall I deal with you ?Have you always turned the other cheek ?To My Church have you been true?' The soldier squared his shoulders and said,'No, Lord, I guess I ain't.Because those of us who carry guns,Can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays,And at times my talk was tough.And sometimes I've been violent,Because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny,That wasn't mine to keep...Though I worked a lot of overtime,When the bills got just too steep. And I never passed a cry for help,Though at times I shook with fear.And sometimes, God, forgive me,I've wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place,Among the people here.They never wanted me around,Except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here, Lord,It needn't be so grand.I never expected or had too much,But if

Soldier's Lack Of Army Values!
As an American Soldier you fight with each other, you train with each other and you relax with each other. You expect your Brother/Sister in Arms to have your 6 o'clock and he/she expects the same from you. So when you have dirty thoughts, date, have any type of personal relationship with another Soldiers girlfriend, fiancee or wife you break down their trust in you, the trust in your unit and the trust of the Army. It is bad enough that civilians do it all the time to each other. We are trained disciplined professionals. That means if you help your buddy out by driving his drunk wife home or you pick his wife at the store because you had to work late or if her significant other is in a combat zone, have the discipline to keep your hands to yourself. If you don't have that discipline you need to be taken behind the conex and beat or you don't deserve to be called a Soldier. There is more to being a Soldier than showing up to work on time in the right uniform. You need to have trust and

A Soldiers Christmas!
When writing out your Holiday cards this year, please consider sending one to a recovering American Soldier at Walter Reed. It will take just a few minutes of your time and yet it will mean so much to these men and women who have sacrificed so much for our freedom. Address to: A Recovering American Soldier c/o Walter Reed Army Medical Center, 6900 Georgia Avenue NW, Washington D.C., 20307-5001. PLEASE RE-POST! A great big TY in advance!

A Soldier's Christmas
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight; My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight; The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep In perfect contentment or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear; Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near; Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled here

Soldiers Xmas [borrowed From A Friend]
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight; My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight; The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep In perfect contentment or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear; Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near; Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddl

Soldiers On Fubar
This is something else that has plagued me since I first joined the site. Yes, I know we have troops over in Iraq and all and I am all for supporting the troops, but some of the behavior in relation to this site is kinda annoying. I find it kinda pathetic that when guys have "USMCSNIPER" in their display name and all, just to make it known. Yes you are mlitary, yes I am very thankful for the fact that you are defending my freedoms I take for granted every day,such as writing this blog (Freedom of speech for all you knowledge impaired), but no I do not appreciate using your status and title to gain attention on a website like this. The women on here are just as bad with this too, throwing themselves on a website just because of what they are doing for us. Strip this from them, and they will be a citizen just like you and me... I think I am done with this one for now..

Soldier That I Am In Life
[Eminem]I'm a soldier (*repeat 4X*)Yo.. never was a thug, just infatuated with gunsNever was a gangsta, 'til I graduated to oneand got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealinTook the image of a thug, kept shit appealinWillin to stick out my neck, for respect if it meantlife or death, never live to regret what I saidWhen you're me, people just want to see, if it's trueIf it's you, what you say in your raps, what you doSo they feel, it's part of your obligation to fulfillWhen they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real?In confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feelyou're in violation, any hesitation'll get you killedIf you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal itBeing reasonable will leave you full of bulletsPull it, squeeze it 'til it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussiesI need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze[Chorus]I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so muchThey won't budge, I'll never fall or fold upI'm a soldier, even if my collar bone

Soldiers Poem
For all the free people that still protest. You're welcome. We protect you and you are protected by the best. Your voice is strong and loud, but who will fight for you? No one standing in your crowd. We are your fathers, brothers, and sons, wearing the boots and carrying guns. We are the ones that leave all we own, to make sure your future is carved in stone. We are the ones who fight and die, We might not be able to save the world, Well, at least we try. We walked the paths to where we are at and we want no choice other than that. So when you rally your group to complain, take a look in the back of your brain. In order for that flag you love to fly wars must be fought and young men must die. We came here to fight for the ones we hold dear. If that's not respected, we would rather stay here. So please stop yelling, put down your signs, and pray for those behind enemy lines. And then when the conflict is over and all is well, be thankful that we chose to go through hell.

Soldier, Marine And An Airman
A soldier, a marine, and an airman got into a fight about which service is best. The fight was so heated, that they killed each other. Soon, they found themselves in Heaven. They see St. Peter walk by and ask, “Which Branch of Service is the best?” St. Peter replied, “I can't answer that. But, I will ask God what He thinks the next time I see Him.” Some time later, the three see St. Peter again and ask him if he was able to find the answer. Suddenly, a dove landed on St. Peter's shoulder. The dove was carrying a note in its beak. St. Peter opened the note and read it out loud to the three fellows: “Gentlemen: All the Branches of the Service are ‘Honorable and Noble’. Each one of you has served your country well. Be proud of that. (signed) GOD, USN (Ret.)”

Soldiers Are Being Forced To Choose Between Their Children And The Military, And They're Paying The Price In Jailtime
Soldiers who face unexpected parenting hardships and are unable to deploy are supposed to be honorably discharged. Instead they are being slapped with criminal charges. Soldiers who face unexpected parenting hardships and are unable to deploy are supposed to be honorably discharged. Instead they are being slapped with criminal charges. In January, U.S. Army officials announced four separate court-martial charges against Specialist Alexis Hutchinson, a single mother who missed her deployment to Afghanistan in early November 2009 when her childcare plans for her infant son, Kamani, fell through at the last minute. Hutchinson was jailed and threatened with a court-martial if she did not agree to deploy to Afghanistan. Kamani was placed into a county foster care system. Hutchinson, in accordance with the family care plan of the U.S. Army, had been allowed to fly to Oakland, Califor

A Soldier Remembers
"A Soldier Remembers" I look around me, all I can see is sand. My mouth is dry, my mind is numb; I hear a scream--- "OH, GOD!!"as I turn my head I see; my brother, my friend, we have been side by side since bootcamp.I try to move, but the pain tries to keep me down. As I reach him, he says; "don't leave, I'm s c a r e d." Then,in my mind I think of:others who have come to pass, those who protest what we do, and say "Why? WHY? Should he die for YOU?" He is young and full of pride. He volunteered to fight; and now is scared and cries. You watch T.V. and curse us. You make remarks about what we do.Yet, how the HELL do you know what we go through. His Mom and Dad I'll soon face; to give them a necklace he wore til he died.Can I look into their face? He is gone, but you are still here. The pride he had, you'll never have near. You may look down on me, but love for some; I have no more. Yet, I still fight for. Remember this: The Few -- that fight for YOUR freedom,The Proud -- prou

A Soldier's Christmas Story
A Soldier's Christmas Story A soldier nervously finders his weapon and stares into the darkness watching for any sign of the enemy. He is alone this night because yesterday his best friend, who usually shared this position with him, was killed. He misses him, he was a brave man who left a wife and two small children behind. The soldier hopes that he will survive this war and someday be able to tell the little ones how bravely their father had died defending freedom. He doesn't know exactly what time it is but his instincts tell him that it is approaching midnight on this Christmas Eve. Soon it will be Christmas morning at home and his own family will be getting up to have breakfast and open presents. His breakfast will consist of some cold sparse rations and a sip of water from his canteen. There will be no hot cider or coffee for him and no turkey dinner later in the day. He hopes his family enjoys the Christmas celebration and understands why he can't be with them. There are people i

A Soldier's Heart
A Soldier's Heart They don’t know why we do it. They don’t see what we see. They don’t know why we risk our lives for a war that isn’t even ours. It’s not for publicity but for love. That is it. It is all for love. It is as simple as that. For the brotherly love of the men next to us and for the loved ones we have left back home. The times are changing and freedom is no longer free. So we must fight to keep our families free and safe. For we are not afraid to die because we will know in our hearts that our family will be safe. It is truly an honor to give your life for the ones you love and know. So we do this for our moms and dads. Our brothers and sisters. Our friends back home. For the stranger on the side of the street. For the people who have crushed our hearts. And for the guy who said that we would never amount to anything. Because we love and care about them all and always will no matter what they have done. That is why I am a s

A Soldiers Final Inspection
The Final Inspection The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass. "Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?" The soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't, Because those of us who carry guns Can'talways be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays And at times my talk was tough, And sometimes I've been violent, because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny That wasn't mine to keep ... Though I worked a lot of overtime When the bills got just too steep, And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear, And sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place Among the people here, They never wanted me around Except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here,Lord, It needn't be so grand, I never expected or had too much, Bu

Soldier Homecomming Surprise
OMG THIS VIDEO TOOK MY BREATH AWAY.IT MAKES YU THING HOW MUCH THESE CHIDREN MISSES THIER DAD MOMS SIS AND BROS ,WHO IS OUT THERE FIGHTING FOR OUR COUNTRY ..I WONT SAY NO MORE YOU WILL NEED TISSUES FOR THIS LOL .. ENJOY PLZ CLICK ON THE LINK !!!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSMlIM9zLio

A Soldier Died Today
Poem Worth Reading He was getting old and paunchyand his hair was falling fast,and he sat around the Legion,telling stories of the past. Of a war that he once fought inand the deeds that he had done,In his exploits with his buddies;they were heroes, every one.And 'tho sometimes to his neighborshis tales became a joke,all his buddies listened quietlyfor they knew where of he spoke.But we'll hear his tales no longer,for ol' Bob has passed away,and the world's a little poorerfor a Soldier died today.He won't be mourned by many,just his children and his wife.for he lived an ordinary,very quiet sort of life. He held a job and raised a family,going quietly on his way;and the world won't note his passing,'tho a Soldier died today. When politicians leave this earth,their bodies lie in state,while thousands note their passing,and proclaim that they were great. Papers tell of their life storiesfrom the time that they were young,but the passing of a Soldiergoes unnoticed, and unsung. Is th

Sold
A broken harlot wandering darkened streets Curiosity punished forever by my fate My pride and dignity died between my sheets Scarred forever by a twisted lovers hate Blood trickling down my pale legs Darkness penetrated deep inside my skin My soul dragged up from the vomiting dregs Condemned to hell for my vile sin The cruelty of my masters marked forever on my face My disgrace festering in my bed Lying in a nest of thorns and lace My beautiful corpse in the alleys of the dead

A Soldier's Christmas
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. SOON ROUND THE WORLD,

A Soldiers Christmas
Michael Marks A SOLDIER’S CHRISTMASThe embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,Transforming the yard to a winter delight;The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe,Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,Secure and surrounded by love I would sleepIn perfect contentment, or so it would seem.So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear.Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know,Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,And I crept to the door just to see who was near.Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,A lone figure stood; his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twent

Soldier Of Fortune
I have often told you stories About the way I lived the life of a drifter Waiting for the day When I'd take your hand And sing you songs Then maybe you would say Come lay with me love me And I would surely stay But I feel I'm growing older And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound Of a windmill goin' 'round I guess I'll always be A soldier of fortune Many times I've been a traveller I looked for something new In days of old When nights were cold I wandered without you But those days I thougt my eyes Had seen you standing near Though blindness is confusing It shows that you're not here Now I feel I'm growing older And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound Of a windmill goin' 'round I guess I'll always be A soldier of fortune I can hear the sound Of a windmill goin' 'round I guessI'll always be A soldier of fortune

Soldiers
As the day riseAs the night falls.They stand Happy and Proud,With their backs straight,With their hand on their foreheads.Slotting to our Flag.Being Proud of their Freedom& to be on Earth.So they stand happy for their lives, And their fellow people.They all cry for their Wives, Husbands, Friends, And Family.Hoping that they don't get sad but to proud instead.When time comes around againwe'll be able to see them as "True Soldiers"that they're meant to be.

Soldier Story
On a day in September of 2009 a soldier landed in Pittsburg, PA and was frantically trying to rent a car to get home to his parents and girlfriend. All car rental companies were out because of a convention that was in town and he finally found one that had two cars. Of the two cars one was a brand new 2010 mustang and the other a minivan. The soldier deciding he wanted to save money for his two week R & R asked for the minivan. A gentleman in line directly behind him leans around and asked the clerk how much the mustang was for two weeks. The woman glanced at the soldier who just nodded and continued to fill out his paperwork. She gets the full price for the gentleman and he says "Please give it to this soldier on my credit card" The soldier stops writing and slowly turns around. He thanks the man and says it's not necessary but the man grips his hands looks him in the eye and says "I myself served this country, I appreciate you, your girlfriend and your family for the sacrifice they

Soldiers Eyes
To look into a soldier's eyes, the window to their soul. Look out from inside their mind and see horrors never told. You say we are just killers, it's not that plain you see. Take a walk inside my boots and see what I have seen. Many innocent lives taken and soldiers, they were some. Giving their life freely to get the mission done. The last cold stare of death, we see in our buddies eyes. They fought for all your freedom, this is why we die. Some wonder why we fight to protect this nation and maybe lose our life. Ask this question to a soldier, the answers in their eyes. Always will we be here waiting, the call we won't deny. We'll always fight for freedom, never asking why. We'll go away to far off lands , leaving our loved ones behind. Many times we die alone, several times inside. Open windows to our soul, see the tears we hide. Secrets that we cannot keep are in a soldier's eyes. Written by SSG M.Lynn McCulley

The Soldier
How does a soldier feel fighting a war?Does he always know what he is fighting for?Maybe he knows but doesn't understand,why he is alone in a faraway land. Like so many others he is there for a cause,And like the rest he doesn't pause.He has a job that he does well,even as his best friend beside him fell. How does he feel when he hears the news,of violent protests from the ignorant few?His shame is great, the pain goes deephe feels compassion for the dead at his feet. Rioters can boast and carry signs,about the war that has shook our time.But when the call comes for them to go,they burn their draft cards and make a show. How can a soldier be proud of his land,when this type of people make a stand?How can we show him we are glad he is there,fighting for freedom and the ones who care? War is unfair in any way of life,and all involved must pay the price.But the soldier is proud to keep us free,

Soldiers Christmas
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,HE LIVED ALL ALONE,IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OFPLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEYWITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,AND TO SEE JUST WHOIN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURESOF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,A SOBER THOUGHTCAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,SILENT, ALONE,CURLED UP ON THE FLOORIN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,NOT HOW I PICTUREDA UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HEROOF WHOM I'D JUST READ?CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIESTHAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERSWHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. SOON ROUND THE WORLD,THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,AND GROWNUPS

Soldier
The soldier stood and faced his God Which must always come to pass He hoped his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass. "Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?" The soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't Because those of us who carry guns Can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays And at times my talk was tough, And sometimes I've been violent, Because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny That wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked a lot of overtime

A Soldier's Dream!
Watches the sun go down behind my back, Silouhette's of a soldier raising a flag, Caught upon his past Dust rising , smoke clearing a ragged soul, Rifle on his shoulder, bayonet attached, He may be bloodied, Maybe a little bruised, Emblazoned upon his chest, An insignia of the country,He fought for, Carrying honour in his every step, Steel boot's step on the granite stone, Receiving his medallion,This gold is nothing to him, for the people he has saved, Memories drift back, a tear in his eye, Deserts & forests, Upon his gaze, Never forget!

Soldiers Final Inspection
This is for all Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines, and Coast Guard!! A Soldier's Final Inspection The Soldier stood and faced GodWhich must always come to passHe hoped his shoes were shiningJust as bright as his brass."Step forward you Soldier,How shall I deal with you?Have you always turned the other cheek?To My Church have you been true?"The Soldier squared his shoulders and said"No, Lord, I guess I ain'tBecause those of us who carry gunsCan't always be a saint.I've had to work on SundaysAnd at times my talk was tough,And sometimes I've been violent,Because the world is awfully rough.But, I never took a pennyThat wasn't mine to keep.Though I worked a lot of overtimeWhen the bills got just to steep,And I never passed a cry for helpThough at times I shook with fear,And sometimes, God forgive me,I've wept unmanly tears.I know I don't deserve a placeAmong the people here.They never wanted me aroundExcept to calm their fears.If you've a place for me here,Lord, It needn't be so grand,I ne

Soldiers Beating A Sheep With A Baseball Bat?
I know around here we all are for the most part very pro-military and all that, but check this out...can this whole situation be condoned by anyone?.. http://www.thepetitionsite.com/fb/1/demand-investigation-against-us-soldiers-killing-sheep-with-a-baseball-bat/ In that article you will find links to the actual video of a sheep being beat with a baseball bat and petitions and what not. Sure don't need another Abu Ghraib on our hands as we exit Iraq and leave it to the Iraqis (shudders) and are still in Afghanistan. It's just time for all of the soldiers to come home so we can focus on rebuilding America. Because after four years of Obama, we are sure going to need it. Just a thought. Bought to my attention by Whytrabbit.. Post your comments. Peace.

A Soldier's Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give, and to see just who in this little house lived. As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No Stockings by mantle, just boots filled with sand, On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, A sobering thought came through my mind. For this house was different, it was dark and dreary, The home of a soldier, I could now see clearly. The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone, Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home. The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder, Not how I picture a United States Soldier. Was this the hero of whom I'd just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed? I realized the families that I saw this night, owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight. Soon round the world, the

A Soldiers Christmas
Christmas poem TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. SOON ROUND THE W

A Soldiers Dream..
Through Bloodshot eyes and a thousand yard stare Images of my friends are confined in my mind A chill runs through me as I continue to stare A cold, wet feeling that's just not there My ears pick out the smallest of sound A tiny raindrop pattering to the ground A movement of a leaf as it scrapes out loud We try to stay covered cut off from the others I stare into the jungle Looking at mysterious shadows that forshadow The enemy is out there, he's looking for a fight My Friends Bo, John and Henry are to my right Forever peering down thier gun sights Ready at a moments notice for the inevitable firefight Men will die ,when bullets fly Blood stains the ground of this hollowed battle ground I am Doc to my friends I swore an oath to save them should they be hit Damn how I wish my mind would quit Memoeries of Bo, John and Henry wrack my soul Yet they look down on me and continue to smil

A Soldiers Reply
Man took a flight, he was finally coming home,Feeling more relieved than any man has known,He spent so long, in a place that most fear,And when that plane landed down came a tear, Plane door opens still in uniform he stands,Nervous and confused, about stepping back on home land,He follows the others, checking each face for grief,But all that he noticed was the faces had relief, He steps off the plane and people were there,The Soldier astonished could do nothing but stare,They greeted him with open arms, a hug, and a sign,That said thank you soldier, your life for mine, Soldier walks still in uniform, down the street,He passes a man walking, he looks down to his feet,The man looks to him and stops him in his place,Only the Soldier and him, the man spits in his face, Soldier again with a tear, he asks only why,The man returns with an answer, a brutal reply,I do not respect you for the things that you've done,Soldier just listens as the man cuts him to none, Soldier said Sir, can I s

A Soldiers Mother
I've learned some things I guess you know, Because your the one that has seen me grow, You are my mother but more my friend, your the person that will be there till the end, You went through the hard, been through the tough, but still you were strong, when things got ruff, you helped me when no one even turned their head, if it wasn't for you Id be dead, when things were hard and i felt I was beat, You were the one that brought me to my feet, I'm grateful for you, my one and only true, A mother, a father, a friend was you, I can never tell you how much you were there, I'm sure you know, you were the one that cared, when things were bad and wasn't getting better, you made me remember that family's forever, you mean more to me than anything in this world, And I am proud to say I'm your little girl, I love you mom, Id trade you for no other, I will hold my head high, when I say your my mother, And ill be your daughter proud and serve in this war, because it would be y

A Soldier's Prayer
All he wants to do is win the fight Standing up for his fellow men Defending every single American His wife cries herself to sleep Unable to believe That her love is far away Waiting to hug him on that special day His children sleep the night through Waiting for daddy to return, too A single tear leaves his eye Just trying to get by He has been there for awhile And has walked many miles Seeing things he will never share Things he cannot bear Time stands still in this moment It is nothing but torment He says a prayer for his family Bent down on his knee Lord, please keep them safe from harm Lord, please keep them warm I love them with all of my heart Please don't keep us apart And with that thought in mind He feels safe and kind His wife thousands of miles away Kneels down and prays Lord, please keep him safe from harm Lord, please keep him warm I love him with all of my heart Please don't keep us apart

A Soldiers Wife
this is all i know of Iraq blood , sweat , tears this is all i felt , fear after fear .. watching the news waiting ,to hear if he'd survived the last battle waiting to hear names , of the others .. i don't really like to talk about this .. but he got hurt .. he was in Ied explosion , which could of taken his life .. and for some reason he was saved .. and i think most soldiers end up with survivors guilt his friend almost lost his entire thumb .. when the Ied struck ...it got one of the only homvs that didnt have the extra armour ... and i remember watching the news and pll fighting about the cost of armour .. shortly before it happened and i remember thinking isnt it better to pay to repair armour .. then to pay to bury the soliders .. and the next thing i know i got a call saying .. he was realy hurt .. he could die .. and i remember not being able to breathe ... and the next minute he calls me ,, and says he was injured in an explosion but hes ok

A Soldiers Reply
Man took a flight, he was finally coming home,Feeling more relieved than any man has known,He spent so long, in a place that most fear,And when that plane landed down came a tear, Plane door opens still in uniform he stands,Nervous and confused, about stepping back on home land,He follows the others, checking each face for grief,But all that he noticed was the faces had relief, He steps off the plane and people were there,The Soldier astonished could do nothing but stare,They greeted him with open arms, a hug, and a sign,That said thank you soldier, your life for mine, Soldier walks still in uniform, down the street,He passes a man walking, he looks down to his feet,The man looks to him and stops him in his place,Only the Soldier and him, the man spits in his face, Soldier again with a tear, he asks only why,The man returns with an answer, a brutal reply,I do not respect you for the things that you've done,Soldier just listens as the man cuts him to none, Soldier said Sir, can I s

Soldes Lunettes De Soleil Lunette De Soleil Discount
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A Soldier
THERE IS A DISCIPLINE IN A SOLDIER YOU CAN SEE IT WHEN HE WALKS, THERE IS HONOR IN A SOLDIER YOU HEAR IT WHEN HE TALKS THERE IS COURAGE IN A SOLDIER THAT HE WILL NOT COMPROMISE. THERE IS SOMETHING IN A SOLDIER THAT MAKES HIM STAND APART, THERE IS STRENGTH IN A SOLDIER THAT BEATS FROM HIS HEART. A SOLDIER ISN'T A TITLE ANY MAN CAN BE HIRED TO DO A SOLDIER IS THE SOUL OF THAT MAN BURIED DEEP INSIDE OF YOU. A SOLDIER'S JOB ISN'T FINISHED AFTER AN 8 HOUR DAY OR A 40 HOUR WEEK, A SOLDIER IS ALWAYS A SOLDIER EVEN WHILE HE SLEEPS A SOLDIER SERVES HIS COUNTRY FIRST AND HIS LIFE IS LEFT BEHIND, A SOLDIER HAS TO SCARFICE WHAT COMES FIRST IN A CIVILIANS MIND. IF YOU ARE CIVILIAN - I AM SAYING THIS TO YOU... NEXT TIME YOU SEE A SOLDIER REMEMBER WHAT THEY DO... A SOLDIER IS THE REASON OUR LAND... IS "HOME OF THE FREE," A SOLDIER IS THE ONE THAT IS BRAVE PROTECTING YOU AND ME IF YOU ARE A SOLDIER --- I AM SAYING THIS TO YOU.... THANK GOD FOR EVERY SOLDIER THANK GOD FOR WHAT YOU DO!

A Soldier A Marine And An Airman
A soldier, a marine, and an airman got into a fight about which service is best. The fight was so heated, that they killed each other. Soon, they found themselves in Heaven. They see St. Peter walk by and ask, “WhichBranch of Service is the best?” St. Peter replied, “I can't answer that. But, I will ask God what He thinks the next time I see Him.” Some time later, the three see St. Peter again and ask him if he was able to find theanswer. Suddenly, a dove landed on St. Peter's shoulder. The dove was carrying a note inits beak. St. Peter opened the note and read it out loud to the three fellows:“Gentlemen: All the Branches of the Service are ‘Honorable and Noble’. Each oneof you has served your country well. Be proud of that. (signed)GOD, USN (Ret.)”

Soldier
Through the dim lighting the visual sights of sparks flying making the body hesitate before entering any battlezone the sound of gunfire bullets spraying wondering when and if they'll stop holding my rifle close i pray with the last pump of adrenaline throwing your body to the wolves knowing very well existence may end rifle scope lined up bang,bang,still just shattered noise in the pendulum of war the angel of death watching me with sinister eyes waiting for the one mistake that will lead me to to the grave soldiers prayer

Soldiers Wife
Soldiers Wife We weren't given a weapon We weren't given a medal .. Or a uniform .. we weren't trained how to love them but we did .. We weren't tranied to go to war .. But the real war was when they got back .. How does one .. teach another how to be a family again? We coped on our own for so long without them .. That we got used to doing everything on our own So when they came back .. everything was different .. Even the children had grown up some without them .. What do you say to a child when thier father acts a lil different ? What do you say to Soldier when he can't to normal civilian life ? What to do tell him ? do you tell him things will get better ? Do you tell him the truth .. that nothing makes sense anymore ? I have more questions to these then i have answers .

Soldier Wanted To Come Home Where A Heart That Needed Love The Most Just Would Not Accept That True Love For Past Pain,,,even If Time Wasn't Of Be
Ohhh..ur good...those butterflies started fluttering deep inside after reading that. ..magical if u can find them both >>>>>>>>>>>>Her................... Me being true as I am to her heart,,hurt I was but true to hold & have her love for I deserve all of her love within her heart more then any other in this world at least,,heaven excluded it seems... true...but if u truly love someone...u could live in a cardboard boc.""x"""l.o.l..and I had no idea u had pearl jam as ur status.. ironic???? >>>>>>Her......... Me............Yes if we risk taking the chance we do deserve love so & live on love only I know if need be.....Her my heart yes.... I dont have much to offer...just myself >>>>>Her....... Me................Are u crazy lady they made u feel that way with lies to you..Your All I would ever need,want,could wish fir, ask God for & more .... Im waiting for u my knight....come get me. ... Her .......... Me ................. Well had to wash the bullets & bomb blast f

So Let Me Catch Ya Up
So saturday night we had Heath's birthday part there are pics on my profile. But anyways I have been wicked moody lately and i wasn't sure why then i actually stopped to think about it and I came to the conclusion that i wasn't ready in my head for tons of different things. I'm still wanting to be me and stay single for now and get my shit together. Like another job, another car, and a new place to live. Shit is stressful enough with my everyday life and it doesn't help that everyone wants to me please everyone. I need to focus on my kids and what is important to me. Thats why i am not looking for any thing more then friends. but i gotta run tawny and i are getting ready to head out to look for a place. peace out bitches

So Lets Get In The "mood"
For tomorrow!!! What would St Pats be without the Unicorn Song? Sing along now... A long time ago, when the Earth was green There was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen They'd run around free while the Earth was being born And the loveliest of all was the unicorn There was green alligators and long-necked geese Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees Some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born The loveliest of all was the unicorn The Lord seen some sinning and it gave Him pain And He says, "Stand back, I'm going to make it rain" He says, "Hey Noah, I'll tell you what to do Build me a floating zoo, and take some of those... Green alligators and long-necked geese Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees Some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born Don't you forget My unicorns Old Noah was there to answer the call He finished up making the ark just as the rain started to fall

The Sole
The fishes had for a long time been discontented because no order prevailed in their kingdom. None of them turned aside for the others, but all swam to the right or the left as they fancied, or darted between those who wanted to stay together, or got into their way. And a strong one gave a weak one a blow with its tail, which drove it away, or else swallowed it up without more ado. How delightful it would be, said they, if we had a king who enforced law and justice among us, and they met together to choose for their ruler the one who could cleave through the water most quickly, and give help to the weak ones. They placed themselves in rank and file by the shore, and the pike gave the signal with his tail, on which they all started. Like an arrow, the pike darted away, and with him the herring, the gudgeon, the perch, the carp, and all the rest of them. Even the sole swam with them, and hoped to win the race. All at once, the cry was heard, the herring is first, the herring is first. Wh

So Let Me Tell You...
It is SOOO emotionally draining to go to a funeral home visitation of a 16 yr old and to leave there and have to go to the next funeral home for another visitation of a 15 yr old. I sooooooo don't want to let my son out of my sight! :( And yes I realize thats impossible. Just the way I feel after this evening.

Soley
USS Soley (DD-707), 1944-1970 USS Soley, a 2200-ton Allen M. Sumner class destroyer, was built at Kearny, New Jersey. Commissioned in December 1944, she operated in the Atlantic before transferring to the Pacific fleet in August 1945. For the rest of that year and into early 1946, Soley supported post-war occupation activities in the Central Pacific and Japan. She then returned to the Atlantic for another year before entering the Reserve Fleet in April 1947. In late January 1949, Soley recommissioned to begin more than two decades of continuous active service, mainly in the Atlantic. She went to the Mediterranean Sea for the first of many Sixth Fleet deployments in August 1950. In May-December 1952, the destroyer temporarily left the Atlantic, via the Panama Canal, to take part in Korean War combat operations, during which she used her guns to bombard enemy targets ashore. Soley returned to the U.S. east coast via the Indian Ocean and Suez Canal, thus completing a cruise around the

"sole"
~Sole~ Slowly walking, stalking, soaking it all inside. Pondering, wondering...thundering thoughts collide. Hazy, crazy, racing, tasting everything she hides- Maybe one day, some way, white rays will arise. -Eyes of ice, a cruel surprise...these demonized tormented flies, oh how they fly right by my sight, why deep inside I'm terrorized and mesmerized but I will fight and exorcize the teeth of lies that pry into her mind- Waking, aching, breaking...caked in dreams that never stride Pacing, grazing, facing her amazing brittle sky. Hazy, crazy, racing, tracing every sin she guides- Baby I pray one day my intrusion brings you light. ~Maybe one day~

So Lets Pretend I Understand
((Warning, there will be foul language. Break out the chicken and ducks.)) Just for fun, lets pretend that I understand what the hell happened. Just for the flucky fluck of it, lets pretend that ALL of my friends told me what's going on. Yeah, we're going to pretend that more then three people have called me in the last three months!!! Wow, look at me, I'm all special today because I have all these great friends off-line who call me and e me all the time. Oh, and who remember me on my birthday with a card, e-card, phone call, smoke signal, shit like that!!! Oh, and these uber ultra wonderful super fantastic loyal bestest buddies of mine always be sure and contact me in some way to let me know they got stuff I got them and liked it. Oh, wait, maybe it never got there! Yes. Maybe the whole world is lying to me! People who saw the stuff get there, probably lied about it. And UPS? Oh they are HUGE liars. When someone spends as much fucking money on shipping as almost the cost of a fu

So..... Lets Play "friends W/ Benefits"
Statistically speaking, unless you are a total hermit, social retard, or ugly as a bag of spoiled ass... There's at least 1 person on your fubar that wants to date you or sleep with you. So..... lets play "friends w/ benefits" The rules are simple... if you want to date the person who posted this, send them a message to their inbox, not a reply to this bulletin, saying "Im yours". If you just want to sleep with them and stay friends, send them a message that says "I'd hit it". SCARED? THE TWIST IS YOU HAVE TO REPOST THIS, EVEN IF YOU'RE TAKEN & see who replies. There is at least 1 person on your BP that wants to date you, and maybe more that want to sleep with you..haha.. SO... re-post as "Friends with Benefits", as it doesn't matter if your married, in a relationship,or single..You opened it so you HAVE to repost it! A test of your bravery.. I wasn't scared

Soledade
I'm taking a Sunday walk on an empty road the celebrated sun pushes from behind my shadow stretches a mile long before me I am not lost in thought I just walk carelessly kicking pebbles and stones along the way As if they were the scattered letters of individual words of broken sentences from the answers I have not heeded and now in my greatest need They are just so much dust and gravel to scuff my shoes stones to skip across the lake and boulders to build a cairn for some-one who may or may not one-day wonder for at least a solitairy moment about the one who has taken the time and trouble to use these wasted answers and all these discarded dreams to build a monument of rubble that has no meaning that doesn't do anything. But when my own shadow is as my betrothed my shade likened to a lover, there it is my reflection has become my sole companion everywhere I go I have grown to detest my own wearisome caress How I despise wh

So Lets See
So, let's see, We have a President Elect who has never run anything, not even a corner store. Don't tell me he ran his campaign, because he didn't, he showed up and gave speeches. The candidate doesn't have time to run the campaign. We have a Vice President Elect who thinks FDR was President and America had TV when the stock market crashed in 1929, (Herbert Hoover was in office and Television didn't become widely used until the '50's), he is also well known for his plagiarism in the late '80s. We have a Secretary of State nominee, who has never run anything, not even a corner store. Her claim to fame is that she is the wife of a former President, who had sex in the Oval Office, disgraced the Presidency and was impeached. We have a CIA Director nominee who has never worked in the intelligence field and is expected to take over during the most dangerous times we have ever faced. We have a Democrat Governor of Illinois who is the process of being impeached for trying to sel

So Let Me Ask
My MUM was deleted and I was told it was offensive. I think fubar just did not like what I had to say ... I voted by cancelling my VIP . It ends on the 18th. I won't renew . Funny but this site really has no idea of how to treat customers. I pay for this site the same as many of you ! We are being told that we are to do as only they would have ... Now we are to rate real slow ... our auto 11 has been turned into something useless. the whole purpose was to gain points and now fubar has made a big mistake ... I think all of us should choose not to renew our vip ... not to purchase bling packs ... not to buy happy hours... this will send the message that needs to be heard . We are the customer ! We are their paycheck ! We are dissatisfied ! Am I wrong ? DEAD WRONG 25.9% (15 votes) Right On 74.1% (43 votes) 58 votes 249 views 42 comments Report mum as NSFW (Not Safe For Work) [?]

Sole Joke
A SAMOAN man walks into a cafe one early morning and noticed that he was the only SAMOAN man there. As he sat down, he noticed a WHITE man behind him. The WHITE man said, "COLORED people are not allowed here. " The SAMOAN man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen UFA...(Fucker)when I was born, I was BROWN. When I grew up, I was BROWN. When I'm sick, I'm BROWN. When I go in the sun, I'm BROWN. When I'm cold, I'm BROWN. When I die, I'll be BROWN. But you UFA... (Fucker)when you're born, you're PINK. When you grow up you're WHITE. When you're sick you're GREEN. When you go in the sun you turn RED. When you're cold you turn BLUE and when you die you turn PURPLE. AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME COLORED?!"......

So, Lets Talk Shall We...
I'm not the greatest person in the world but I'm pretty damn good. I raise my son on my own and and have little help from my family. I give what I can to others and I treat most people with respect when they earn it. So tell me, why is it that hard to make it in life? Why has almost everything in the world gone to shit? I've tried this whole dating thing again and it seems like more guys just want sex. Nothing else, no relationship other than sex. It kills me that most guys have made a relationship out of sex. My ex did that, it was more sexual than anything. Hardly any conversation unless we were fighting, little holding hands or cuddling. Thing that girls cherish, it's the little things that count to us. Don't make us feel like a peice of ass just because you want , make us feel like more than that.

Solent Plastics
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So Let Go...jump In.
It always astonishes me how quickly people will assume they know what you’re all about. Instantaneously. Within one moment of entering a room: a slightly obvious assessment is made based on appearance, walk, hellos, and then the inevitable conclusion is reached. Check all that apply: superficial, dumb, intimidating, unapproachable, self-absorbed. Call it stereotyping, stigmas, first impressions, whatever. I call it bullshit. Complete bullshit.We assess only in terms of extremes. It takes less energy to categorize one another into neat little boxes than deal with contradictions. We are either attractive or smart. Simple or complicated. Virgins or whores. Never both. We see in black and white and can never open our minds one quarter of an inch to imagine a rainbow of ambiguity.Like how the "funny guy", the loud easy-going boisterious one making jokes in slapstick fashion is actually very sad. Like how that “beautiful girl” dressed in an outfit that shouts innuendos acro

So, Let's Talk.
I'm normally not someone that gets too involved in online communities or social things, but it's come to my attention that even in person communication is lacking these days. A real conversation should flow with a statement or question, followed by another question and a statement so there's a direction to take a conversation. That or some sort of thought provoking or response provoking dialogue. This, unfortunately, is missing. You can tell by those awkward silences in which someone says something to abruptly force you to struggle to find anything to say to their previous vocalization. Now, with that out of the way, let's get into a few things about why I don't reply to most things I receive on here (and, it's really no offense). Do you often respond to advertisements and reply back with a letter about how someones doing when you get some junk mail? I didn't think so. So why on earth would anyone reply to someone marketing themselves. Now, I understand that there really is a popular

So, Let Me Get This "straight"...
re-posted (thanks kristy): So, let me get this "straight"...(SO TO SPEAK)...Kelsey Grammer can end a 15 year marriage over the phone, Larry King can be on divorce #9, Britney Spears had a 55 hour marriage, Jesse James and Tiger Woods, while married, were having sex with EVERYONE. Yet, the idea of same-sex marriage is going to destroy the institution of marriage? Really?

Soledad
Reconocer las tardes, se me hace difícil.Cuan monótonas se me pasan las horas, mirando el reloj. Que cansados están mis ojos, de mirar la nada pasar. Que incierto me parecen los días, cuando amenaza llover. No recuerdo cuando fue la última vez que conversé con el hombre sabio. Una de esas charlas que te hacían estremecer. Se recostó a los pies de su pasado. Se durmió a la sombra de sus recuerdos. Sí, como añoro una tarde de mayo o de junio en que las horas eran infinitas Llenas de colorido, risas salidas del alma. Momentos únicos que se han ido guardando en el baúl de los recuerdos. Tardes grises, noches sombrías, amaneceres violentados por pasos en el silencio. Te he esperado por tanto tiempo, demoraste en venir. Te refugiaste en la pubertad de una sombra melancólica.Caminas arrastrando tu tristeza de año en año,En busca de un sitio donde esconder tu dolor.Viajas por cam

Sole Writer Of This Joke
i put a lot of pressure on myself probably more than i deserve i know the me i tend to be im fucked without restraint maybe i should take a break allow myself to breathe but i feel the more i suffocate the better off you’ll be for if let loose i shall devour and destroy all you have rebuilt i’d poison the seed and turn sweet wine sour i’ll don a cloak, no remorse no guilt i’ll engulf and swallow up any good i might have done i’d be a tidal wave of thorns in the side of all mankind i would offer up as sacrifice the battles i have won i would pluck these eyes of insight ensuring i be blind i’d never worry about the feelings someone else might feel i would trample their emotions yes, their essence i would kill so you see it is self discipline

Solitary Feeling - 07/27/01
It's that single solitary feeling, that creeps up your throat makes you say things. Makes you feel the hurt, when they are said back and not meant. Not shown in what is done and felt, not felt in what is lived and loved. Just nothing, solitary. Feeling, wanting for that feeling. Solitary momment, solitary bliss. Solitary person, me, alone. Feeling Solitary. Solitary feeling.

A Solider's Lady
Everytime I think of you, you are always on my mind. Even though, you are miles away I still wonder when can I see you for the first time in the three years since I've known you. I know that it's gonna be a long road ahead, but that won't keep me from loving you so. Just why is it so hard to stop these tears from falling from my face? Is it because I miss you so much? Yes, all those times that we talked on the phone, I keep on getting closer to you. Please come back soon, I miss you so much. I love you baby. (This blog is dedicated to Jonathan Peterson of the U.S Navy)

A Solitary Island Surrounded By A Vast Ocean
While traveling along my chosen path in the pursuit of perfection I have become aware that I am a solitary island surrounded by a vast ocean. Through constant erosion the surface has worn where it was lacking strength. Occasionally something or someone will come and alter the island somehow. Something as insignificant as walking can leave a lasting imprint of their visit. The best visits however are when someone comes along who shares my love of this island. They do not fear the isolation and purity that it can bring as everyone else does. I embrace these few and draw them into the heart of it where the greatest secrets of understanding lie in wait. It is at this time that even the visitors that have constructed a home here choose to leave. Once again, I sit on my solitary island to contemplate existence. What makes this island so appealing yet so inhospitable? Could it be that upon finding this well hidden jewel that they finally realize, as I have, what is really wait

Solitude
Single once again after four years. Not sure what to make of it. Still in denial I suppose. Some things you just grow accustomed to I suppose, but nothing is eternal it seems. Still trying to find a "Dating For Dummies" book on eBay, but it's not looking good. ;) -Robert

A Solitary Ritual Of Thanks
You will need: a large white or pink bowl, one white candle, spring water, fresh flowers (white if possible), and a piece of white cloth. This can be performed outside or in, whichever you prefer. Place the bowl on the ritual surface (your altar or the ground). If desired, cast a circle. Affix the white candle to the center of the bowl with warmed beeswax or with wax from another white candle. Pour water into the bowl. Place the flowers in the water (either take the petals off or pop the heads of the stems and set the stems aside). Light the candle. Visualize your reason for the ritual, remember why you are giving thanks. Touch the water on both sides of the candle with your fingertips, saying: Lady of the Moon, of stars and the Earth, Lord of the Sun, of forest and the hills, I perform a ritual of thanks My love shine like the flame My love floats like the petals Upon you. Lady of Waters, of flowers and seas, Lord of Air, of horns and of fire, I perfor

Solitude
Solitude Doesn’t anyone hear my cries? Doesn’t anyone feel my pain? Until the time of a new sunrise Shall I cry out in vain? Mine eyes have cried too many tears My body and soul have felt too much pain I’ve had the urge to destroy As I have been destroyed… I’ve had the urge to scream Without the voice… Can’t anyone see? Am I truly alone? Tomorrow, will I be gone? ~ Rhiannon 4/2/98

Solitude
So Solitary, By myself. All Alone, Lost in thought Time to think, All is quiet. Deep secret thoughts, Not meant for others. Surrounded by others, Thoughts still run free. Ignorant am I, My ears close off the sound. Emotions wanted, are exiled, For only me to know. Free from the world, Far from my Solitude. They know, yet I deny, So dangerous are these thoughts. Of all the grains of sand, It’s that one that escaped. To deny might turn away, But deny I must. Love so unbearable, Yet fear so deadly. Here I am again, This is where it began. This must come to an end, Before I have no heart left.

So Little Time
We have been together For a couple months And now you're about to leave In just a few days It seems like tomorrow But I know its not Theres so much I want to do So much I want to tell you And show you But I just dont have the time left To make you see Just how much you mean to me

Solitude
Solitude can be mercy, It gives me back my peace. It's mercy is a completness, To my every need. My mind can wander to places, That I don't often go. Places that can bring a smile to my lips And places that can bring tears to my eyes. The need to visit these memories, Is a burning in my soul. I remember both the joys, And I remember the pain. The mixture of emotions, Is a blessing my friend, The balance can be a fragile one, Leaning either to laughter or tears. I embrace all the feelings. I treasure all the memories. Solitude can be mercy, It gives me back my peace. ~~Darla~~

Solitude
Solitude By Totemdancer Archived: csi-forensics.com, Lonelyroad.com Summary: Angst, Sorrow, Angst, Desperation, Angst, Heartbreak, Sorry did I mention Angst?? Oh and some breathtaking scenery! Chapter One The aged willow creaked gently as the rockers played across the boot-worn floorboards, the pop and hiss of wood logs splitting in the flames in the huge stone fireplace the only other sounds in the room. The old mellow log walls of the cabin absorbed and captured the sound of the outside before it reached the ears of the warm body, wrapped tenderly in a woollen throw, gently lulled to sleep by the rhythmical rocking of the chair. The light slowly faded through a sky of orange and purple hues. Clouds spread out across the valley wispy and tinted pink in the light. The red and white painted barn was bathed in the early evening light as the mustangs made their way back up the pasture for the shelter of the rocky overhangs. The last song of the birds settling to roost fina

Solitaire Imbolc Ritual
Solitaire Imbolc Ritual Micheal Hall On your altar should be placed a circle of 13 stones and, within the circle of stones, a circle of 13 candles. Within the circle of candles should be spread some maize - i.e. corn meal - and in that a waxen female candle to symbolize the Goddess on your altar. On the eastern side of the altar should be placed a small sheaf of grain with a candle inserted inside it. You should dress in your usual ceremonial garb for Magickal rites or skyclad, as you prefer. Retire to bathe in salt-water (use sea salt) before the ritual. As you do so picture the water cleansing the soul and spirit, just as it cleanses the body. When you have dressed, anoint yourself with a holy oil. When you have prepared yourself, sit in a dim quiet place and light a candle - ONE THAT IS NOT BEING USED IN THE RITES - and meditate on how at this time of year the Goddess in her fiery aspect AS LIGHT was welcomed back into the Temples and the Homes of the land. Take this candl

Solitude Pt 2
Solitude By Totemdancer Archived: csi-forensics.com, Lonelyroad.com Summary: Angst, Sorrow, Angst, Desperation, Angst, Heartbreak, Sorry did I mention Angst?? Oh and some breathtaking scenery! Chapter Two Outside on the front porch, he could hear the steady rocking of the chair against the floor. It had slowed now, and he knew she was finally falling asleep. Every so often, the sound would die away as she dozed and then start up again abruptly as she tried to stay awake. He knew the nightmares would take over when she finally succumbed to the sleep that her body and mind craved. Hopefully, she would be able to get a few hours first. He sat perched on the edge of the swing seat, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together in front of him. He sat looking down at them, trying to come to terms with what was happening to her, trying to understand how she felt, but he knew he could never feel the loss and heartache like she was. Liquid blue eyes glaz

"solitary Pine"
just another poem of mine. this is semi-recent, though it was written over the summer. i sent it in to a poetry contest, and it shall be published in an anthology with other upcoming poets. i'll provide more info when i know for sure. "Solitary Pine" Amidst the snow stands a solitary pine Hidden in a valley where no light can shine Stunted and malnutritioned from the bitter cold Roots plunging deep from a trunk ages old Count the rings beneath its blistering bark Centuries of anguish have left their mark Branches hanging heavy, laden with snow The mountainous patrol leaves no room to grow Adventurers have come to hack at its limbs Phantasmal demons sing melancholy hymns Dark angels have come and promised false light Yet the tree still stands with unconquerable might It's whipped not a branch in its struggle for life Yet only isolation shall end its strife Content being along 'til its roots curl and die For the light it once sought was naught but a lie

So Little Time To Act On The Path I Have Finally Chosen
I am writing to inform this is the same entry i had in my myspace as well originally in my xanga, figure I share it here too, and by the way I am not seeking rating on any of my entries, no one should get rated on how they write, so please no ratings. Feel free to read and or comment if anyone would like too, To all fellow friends and co-workers and so forth, I have finally chosen a path in my life that will #1 either better my life or help me fulfill my life. I have in last few days had a lot on my mind and made decision to live life out alone. I will let my new Dark princess seek me out I am done seeking her out. I have done a lot of thinking a lot and one last person wrote me recently no names stating if I was meant to be with Ashley it will be. I am giving up on it, I am here but honestly I doubt she wants a friendship or anything ever. I am always told it is hard to do this, it is hard to do that, I am not here to force one to be a friend. I know a lot that is going on right no

Solitude
This is for everyone who lives alone or almost lives alone. I had just recently became single as of November of last year. Been kinda scared about living alone seeing as how I hadn't been alone in over 10 years. It was different coming home to an empty house, well except my animals. Sometimes its ok and other times it gets to you. Having a pc really helps though. You start to get to a point where you wonder where your life is going now that your all by yourself. You try to keep busy with work, kids if you got any, mines grown up. But there is always that cold emptyness there. You had gotten used to someone always being there then when thats gone you realize what an open void there is. In my situation it was for the better. It was a relationship where you kept trying to make the other person happy and keep giving and giving. Even to where you were supporting them cause they didn't want to work or help out. Some days you don't know what to do with yourself. There's only so much house

So Like, Yeah, Whatever...
My friend Adam is from Ireland, and whenever he wants to make fun of Americans he says "so like, yeah, whatever!" in this horrible Irish man doing a valley girl accent, accent. Um, anyway, like my profile says, I haven't slept. I'm near delirious! I'm also dizzy, and it's making me nauseous. If you REALLY want to know why I'm ill, you can ask. But only ask if you REALLY want to know! In the laundry room at my apartment complex there's a sign that tells you how to best utilize the machines in the room. There are no front load washers there, HOWEVER, they saw fit to mention them anyhow. There is a typo, or at least, I HOPE it's a typo. It states "front load washers require less soup, only 1/4 to 1/2 cup". So...wtf? Alright, I'm done for now. More Vomit from my BRAIN! to come later! Toodles!

"solitaire Unraeling" Mushroomhead
"Solitaire Unraveling" Locked Away In A Cage My Rage Has Got The Best Of Me Time Finds A Way Each Day Of Leaving Less Of Me Behind I Find This Fight Must Be Won Inside The Mind So Uptight And Confined Often Blinded By The Light Taking It's Toll On My System Like Some Played Out Existence Time Ticks Away These Last Few Moments Is There Anything We've Left Unsaid? I'm On A Quest For Atonement I've Got To Find Piece Of Mind And A Place To Rest Biding My Time Until I'm Strong Enough To Fight Back Hope, I Hope Against Hope For Some Resistance Been Taking It Out On My System Rest-There's A Calm Before The Storm And The Western Front Is Quiet I've Got Rembrandt As My Right Hand And Solo As My Pilot Condemned Man Condemned Convicted Man Convicted Could Not Save My Life Cutting Strand By Strand Passing It Off Like Some Kind Of King You Don't Know Peace 'til You've Had Suffering I've Suffered All Of Your So Calle

Solitary
You say that your sky has been changing lately. That you're tired and broken. That the answers you thought you'd found don't seem to work right anymore. We've been down these sad roads a hundred times before. Sat quietly on lonely hillsides. Cried with forgotten songs on the radio. Always, it was our belief in other days that got us through. I remember planting dreams with you,chasing wishes,watching flowers...But what I remember best is how you always made me laugh, even when the world around us was falling apart. All these years, walking the solitary paths where I found and lost myself a thousand times, I never felt alone because you were in my memory. You were there...and I will always stand by you. Go outside now and walk away. Find one of those roads again in the quiet of gentle trees. Take this letter and hug your shadow and love yourself and remember these things: There is nothing in the world worth giving up for what you've already achieved. You will always be

Solitude
Friends deserted none left behind Stragglers are few in the line leaving Time and time again I wonder why I even try Love and life are nothing more in my time Heart bruised and battered Nothing but a shattered remain Solitude is all I have For days and nights unending pain

Solitude
For I have nothing to say Who would lessen any way I write these words every day just therapy in its own way In trapped from with in Expressing my self seems to be a sin In solitude is were I walk my self conservations Is what writing brought. Scott baker

Solitary Confinement
You laughed at my weaknesses - so I feared to show them. You trampled on my dreams - so I dreamed alone. You were too busy to listen - so I never spoke. You handled my secrets indiscreetly - so I ceased to share them. You were insensitive to my needs - so I hid them from you. You never seemed to understand - so I stopped trying to communicate. You hurt me by your indifference - so I bled inwardly. You wouldn't let me near you - so I kept my distance. You cared for my physical needs - so my soul became impoverished. You drove me into myself - so now I am imprisoned. ~Unknown

Solitary Witchcraft And Witches
There are many more self-initiated Wiccans and Witches out there than practically any other variety of Pagan. While a valid and legitimate spiritual path, self-initiation and working solitary pose a few unique challenges to those who would follow this particular path to the Old Gods. By its very nature, the solitary path doesn't have a lot of guidance available--usually you strike out on your own to discover it all for yourself. So why self-initiate? Why be a solitary practitioner? These are questions you have to answer for yourself. No one has a monopoly upon wisdom, nor on the Mysteries--these are not things that you can own, only experience on your own terms, and even then they keep moving, changing and growing. Anyone who approaches the Gods with sincerity, respect, and integrity can and will discover their own way to commune with these essential forces of Nature. It means hard work, requires creativity, persistence and determination--it is a challenging path to

Soliders
Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. soldiers are found everywhere... in love...in battle... in lust... in trouble...in debt...in bars and ... behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack. A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the PROTECTOR OF AMERICA, with the latest copy of playboy in his back pocket. When he wants somethin

Soliel De Minuit
Welcome fans -young, old, and slobberingly drunk. Once again, I must update you on the small things that happen in the short, eighteen-hour day I have. First off, it started when I was awoken by the shrill cry of the brat next door. Now, you're all probably thinking, "Babies do that." She's 15 and for some reason believes that by singing at the top of her lungs in the backyard - she will be discovered. Twice today I had to tell her to keep it down because she was ruining what small amount of peace I get. So, after I shook my fist in anger... I was lucky enough to have the company of Casey. He's such a mooch / leech, but it is well worth i to see him yell at the TV during the De La Hoya / Mayweather fight. He is a big Oscar-Golden Boy fan and as Mayweather mud-stomped that little [insert colorful adjectives], he proceeded to add his own humorous commentary. So... the following is for Casey: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Okay, maturity aside, I had to laugh at his expense

Solider
Solider Standing in the light armor reflecting you seem to be a knight Come to slay the dragon in the fight No sword in hand only your wits and a tough command Men and women follow you decisions with precision and care Lives will be lost in the battle that follows But each and every one knew the choice And made the decision to be a solider Flags wave and people cry Reflection of what was and what will be shine in your eyes Children play, people wed and time goes bye All because of who you are People complain and moan about the weather Never realizing how much they owe to the solider In our past, present and future time Mourning and dark colors splay across the grass Another solider has come home to rest Not in loving arms or to see another’s smile Bagpipes play a soulful song in the background Whispers, tears and sad smiles grace the day They were a solider until the end Created by SF

Soliders
Well to all you soliders you are my weakness. I know that you are severing your country. But I have to say I because of that i love and thank you all of the jobs that you have chosen protect me and my family everyday. And for that i Must THANK YOU. And for all the soliders that have died for my beloved country I thank you and your families i know the grief that you must face everday is hard but remember that your son/daughter, husband or wife put their life on the line to protect all of us here.

Solipsism
Solipsism (sol'ip-siz'em)n. Philosophy. 1. The theory that the self is the only thing that can be known and verified. 2. The theory or view that the self is the only reality. [Latin solus *alone* + ipse *self*.] Welcome to my blog. I would like to start off by forewarning potential readers that I can be very raw, opinionated, archaic, apathetic, and have been known to incite rage. I believe in freedom of speech and expression, please grant me the same considerations. Now let's get to it, shall we? Today I want to write about mistakes. You know, those things we do often in the course of our natural lives that require a slap to the back of the head on occasion. They come in all shapes, sizes, and degrees of intensity. Some are quickly fixed or rectified, some linger and grow rancid in the back of our minds. Some we face full on, and others we walk quietly away from, into the distance and pretend they don't exist. Either way you look at it, we're all human, and we're gonna make m

Soliders Creed
I am an American Solider I am a warrior and a member of a team I serve the people of the United States and I live the Army Values Warrior Ethos I will always place the mission first I will never accept defeat I will never quit I will never leave a fallen commrade I am disiciplined physiclly and mentally tough Trained and prificient in my warrior tasks and drills I always maintain my arms, my equiptment, and myself I am an expert and I am a professional I stand ready to deploy and engage and destroy the enemies of the United States of America in close combat I am a guardian of freedom and the American way of life I am an American Soldier

Solitary Samhain Ritual
Solitary Samhain Ritual Author: Erica Frank Tools needed: A knife (must be sharp) Apples or Grapes (pref. room temperature or warm) Pomegranate (pref. chilled) God and Goddess Candles on the altar Small serving dishes Call elements Cast your circle Invoke deities by saying: "Gaia, who nurtures all life, send your son Pan, Lord of the fields and flocks. May he join me in celebration and revelry." Light the God Candle and say: "Pan, master of beasts and rough, primal forces--enter this circle; share your wild abandon! Bring to us joys and lusts; bring the last kiss of summer before the cold of winter. Join me, Pan! IO EVOE! Face Altar Saying: "Ouranous, who rules the heavens, send your daughter Hekate, She who guards against the terrors of the night. May she join me in celebration and reflection." Light Goddess candle and say: "Hekate, queen of night and the restless spirits--enter this circle, share your peace and wisdom. Bring calm and endurance; brin

Solitare
listening to the gentle wind haunting restless walking aimlessly almost taunting silent tear falls echoing hollow emptiness felt so deep I swallow alone yet safe so bitter sweet wondering yet facing never beat mocking the birds calling their mate aching i wish that were my fate knowing solitary is to be mine no fortune teller do i need to find

Solidarity
I have been raped. I have been battered. I have been sexually harrassed, objectified and exploited. Pornographic images have been used to harm me. I have been beaten. I have been verbally and emotionally abused. I have been spiritually abused. I have told the truth of my life and have not been believed. I have suffered in silence fearing -- or knowing -- I would be called a liar. I have kept the truths of my life secret to protect or spare people. I have tried to forget. I have run from the truth of my own life and sought refuge and peace where it could not be found because facing it head on was painful and risky. I have made excuses for the inexcusable, have tried to forgive the unforgivable, have struggled to speak what is unspeakable, for the truths of our lives as women are not welcome in a world in which we are not valued. No more. I will never hold back again. I will speak my own truth without apology so that other women and girls may take courage

Solitary Moon
Stand up from your desk and walk across the hardwood floor (hear the hollow sound of your footfalls). Open wide the front door and step into the cool night - look into the dark sky at the million stars, not quite obscured by the white city light. Now, the yellow moon moves across the heavens - see through it, inside it - you will see (within it) a part of me. Within the solitary moon you will find my heart. © All rights reserved

So Little Time And So Much To Do
This is HELL week for me so far... I have so much in the way of reports to create and print and distribute before some big meetings it is nothing but full blown stress... to the MAXXXXXXXXXXXXX. I worked 14 hours yesterday and from what I see for today it will be just as much if not more.

Solider In Standoff With Police On My Block
It all started off normal.My brother in law and myself on the porch smoking a cigarette.When a police officer pulls up across the street and is greeted by a soldier in uniform and another man who is clearly a soldier but in civies.The female officer got out of her vehicle and began to speak with the men when another squad car pulls up right in front of my house-"Go in the house! Go in your house!" is all he said,so we did It turned into a three and a half hour standoff with a suicidal soldier. It just so happens that those other two men were in this mans unit.They must have known he'd been depressed and alerted the Police who I imagine ,were informed there were weapons in the house. For the whole ordeal we watched safely from the window.Dozens of officers positioned themselves around the area,and blocked off the streets. A man on a PA kept trying to make contact with him. "Wesley, come on man,..your not in any trouble.Turn on your cell phone so I can call you." He continued

Solitude
I spent the day alone today. I went to the mall alone (yes, I met a couple people there but I was only with them for about an hour...the rest of the time I was alone). I went shopping alone. I went to a movie alone. I appreciated every minute of it, and for all that "being alone," I actually feel as though I engaged people MORE. Don't get me wrong (Shell, take a drink), if I had been with friends or my family today I would have cherished every minute of it, but I think the interaction I would have had with other people would have been so much less, and in participating in discussions with them, I may have missed this rare opportunity to take notice of the people around me. I spoke to people I may not have otherwise because I noticed things. It's almost as though I bonded with these people for a moment...no, not like DEEP bonding, I'm not that much of a freak of nature. However, for a brief instant these people and I shared little pieces of ourselves. I had a wonder

~ Solid Waste~
Orgasmic responses Touched lightly held away throw in cold embrace your eyes never look at me your mouth never speaks to me You dont want to know me weak pulse sacred sin pain and pleasure giving up giving in giving away all that you are is so hidden I cant find you in the dark keep talking to me .. I cant find my way without your voice making love dark secrets hot skin wet touch deep thrust dreams of plenty lifes grip fades away choke hold on reality decay little girls laughter echos in my mind the last ever written he says with a cheshire cat smile gone away solid waste tortured disgrace loving hate pure soul Bear your scars scream your pain let go of all thats bound you to this pain see me touch me know me....

Solitare Unraveling.......
Locked Away In A Cage My Rage Has Got The Best Of Me Time Finds A Way Each Day Of Leaving Less Of Me Behind I Find This Fight Must Be Won Inside The Mind So Uptight And Confined Often Blinded By The Light Taking It's Toll On My System Like Some Played Out Existence Time Ticks Away These Last Few Moments Is There Anything We've Left Unsaid? I'm On A Quest For Atonement I've Got To Find Piece Of Mind And A Place To Rest Biding My Time Until I'm Strong Enough To Fight Back Hope, I Hope Against Hope For Some Resistance Been Taking It Out On My System Rest-There's A Calm Before The Storm And The Western Front Is Quiet I've Got Rembrandt As My Right Hand And Solo As My Pilot Condemned Man Condemned Convicted Man Convicted Could Not Save My Life Cutting Strand By Strand Passing It Off Like Some Kind Of King You Don't Know Peace 'til You've Had Suffering I've Suffered All Of Your So Called Resolve But You Haven'

Solitude
LAUGH, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth, But has trouble enough of it's own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go. They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all. There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life's gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain. Ella Wheller Wilcox

So Lil Depression Left
so much love i feel for you my depression is behind me if i was to lose you my love do i gain depression again in the fading sunlight i am thinking of you as the sun disappears there is still you and me i close my eyes as you kiss my lips as i open my eyes only my finger on my lips i cant wait the day we are together again making love trying to make the product the product of our love a little girl would be great but a boy is fun too a boy just like you or a girl just like me please come back to me my love is swollen with no place to go i love you so much everyone can see my heart bare to see my love is naked as my body in lovemaking exposed to you in love as my body is exposed to you longing for your touch carrying your picture in my hand i reach to your face long you touch my bare essentials long for your caress to send me to ecstasy intense joy and rapture in the state of blissfulness

A Soliders Christmas
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Pe

A Solider's Christmas
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR

"solitude"
Drink the Tears from my Eyes, Taste the Blood from my Pains... Only then you Might know what Runs deep through my Veins... Feel the Depths of my Soul... Smell the Scent of my Fears... For to Know me by Heart will Take more than just Years.

Solitary Vs. Coven
In the age of abundant access to books and the Internet, the ability to practice as a Solitary Witch has grown. It would be impossible to guess how many practicing Witches there are today. Today's Witches practice in two ways: Solitary and Coven. A coven is a group of Witches, usually no more than 13, that follow a specific tradition with its own rules and ways. There are usually different levels of initiates in a Coven and joining one requires a great deal of time and commitment. Because of this commitment, it is very important that you research the traditions of your perspective Coven and meet its members before you consider joining. This is an important decision and you need to make sure you chose the right one. Do not take this lightly. It is an individual choice to join a coven or not. Some people like group settings; others prefer solo work. Being in a coven doesn't make you any more of a witch than practicing solitary. There is also a third option. Some Witches prefe

Solitary Eclectic Wiccan
Some visitors may wonder exactly what I mean when I refer to myself as a “solitary eclectic Wiccan.” Taking each word in turn, solitary means I practice my religion as an individual, rather than as a member of a larger organization. Think of a Christian who, instead of going to church every Sunday, prays and worships privately without the supervision of a priest/preacher/deacon/elder and without a congregation. I hold the conviction that as a child of the Divine, I have the ability to connect and commune with the Divine without having to go through a priest or other spiritual “guru.” As such, I worship at the times and in the places I choose. This may be a corner of my home I’ve designated as sacred space, in my back yard, or any other place of my choosing. Eclectic means the dogma of my religion (for lack of a better term) has been shaped and molded by numerous other traditions. In my case, I incorporate various elements from the pre-Christian religions of Europe and the Amer

Solitary Woman
You think of me. [i know it] Late at night, arms overhead, silent, dark, upon a bed as your pillow cradles cold like a rock and you long for me. [i know it] Fate stands still ‘neath shadowed moon, brilliant, pale, it paints the dunes, as your heart quickly beats with the clock.

Solitude
No stars no moon Dead of night nothing So hot in my soul i feel my heart blister downward spiral back from the world of the living No place for me there, this is home The void The darkness speaks sweet tones a fragrance feels the air of putrid corpse and night jasmine. I see my old friend, she floats on the air as she glides toward me I welcome her with a nod, I warned you she sighed My last faint whisper Its as good a day as any to die.

Solitary
I turn my faith into mountains you walk out of this sentence I treat you , like a runner You fight under a false banner. ---------- And this is how we do exist and there is something we softly miss Solitary dreaming,as solid, as solid as ever my solitary time, future,whenever, visionary past,as visions turn always into ordinary things... spinning forever. ----------- My film seems to be running, day dream,dicing and drowning, I can see it cocooning and then it starts to get lude here.... -------------- And this is how we do exist and there is something we softly miss Solitary dreaming,as solid, as solid as ever my solitary time, future,whenever, visionary past,as visions turn always into ordinary things... spinning forever.................................

Solid Rock Radio
I am Promo for the HOT , Rocking Radio , Solid Rock Radio, we have live DJs 24/7, new listener request go to the top of the list. request anytime. If you would like for me to put a radio in your lounge please contact me. The DJS are Awesome !!!! We have old to new rock . thank you for your time

Solitude
Here I sit in solitude. Pondering over one person. She captivates me in ways no one can ever do. Yet I never spoken to her. I never get a chance to know her. Her bestfriend is the only connnection I have. Her bestfriend IS the reason I have fallen so deeply for another once again. I never ever in my life have fallen so deeply for another , yet never know them. Her bestfriend informs me she is terrified. Little dose whitney know I am scared more about not being with her than I am losing my father. My Father is my heart soul ME! He made me who I am and I will NEVER EVER take that from him. She has managed to surpass that. Yet she has never spoken a word to me. Yet she is always in my thoughts. Always on my mind. Yet dares to not to take a chance on pure true love. While I sit here torn, hurting , shattered & wondering if that love REALLY is there. O r did I fall for someone that dosent care. I know I most likely sitting here over analizing things. Cause thats what I do. But I have payed

A Solider Coming Home.....(i'm Posting This For An Awesome Friend Armymedic)
WHEN A SOLDIER COMES HOME ..... When a soldier comes home, he finds it hard.... ...to listen to his son whine about being bored. ....to keep a straight face when people complain about potholes. to be tolerant of people who complain about the hassle of getting ready for work. ...to be understanding when a co-worker complains about a bad night's sleep. ..to be silent when people pray to God for a new car. ...to control his panic when his wife tells him he needs to drive slower. ..to be compassionate when a businessman expresses a fear of flying. ....to keep from laughing when anxious parents say they're afraid to send their kids off to summer camp.

Solider
The soldiers are tired and lonely after spending weeks in enemy territory. To entertain them the Major called for this HOT number from the nearby town. She came, danced and when the first dance was done, the soldiers went mad. They clapped for 5 minutes. For her second number she stripped and danced in sheer bra and G strings. This time the applause went for 10 minutes. The next number she danced topless, and this time the applause went on and on. The Major had to come on stage and ask them to quiet down for the grand finale. For her last number, she was to strip completely and dance naked. The Major expected the soldiers to make enough noise to bring the roof down. But ten minutes later, there is no clapping and the dancer comes backstage. The Major asks her, "What happened? How come there was no clapping this time?" She replied, "Major, how do you expect those poor boys to clap with one hand?!!?"

Solitare Rose The Club
Smoke that hangs in the market of passion taking the hand that is dealt you in rations. Drinks with umbrellas to shots that are clear strangle the doubt and kick out the fears. She walked in with a mini-skirt grin silken soft ride of shear legs from heaven. Her skirt hugging her hips like red lip stick cornering the bar and stooled up a saddle sit. Breast perk pump up and a hand hair wave looking at a stranger in the strangest of ways. Her finger toiling with round the rim ring rubs sitting at the starting gate, hunting the clubs. Liquid courage for the tense and thirsty waiting at the troft, her cup of liquid mercury. Her eyes scan the room for a face that glows a hunter of sensual passion, a Solitare Rose

So Like Ya...
This made me speechless and totally made my day.. April 21, 2008 @ 10:46 pm I wasn't sure where to put this, either here or on my own page as a blog. But I figured you would see it here first. So with that said, here goes...... I don't know if i could ever make it through a day without you in my life now. In such a short time you and your girls have come to mean so much to me. I cant explain it, so I wont even attempt to. I have images of you running through my head. I see you dancing through my mind, with the words I want to tell you, the words I use to tell people about you. Beautiful, sexy, funny, sweet, intelligent, my one. I see you in my head, and I have conversations with you about nothing and everything all at once, like we usually do. But there is nothing I would rather do, then share every moment I have with you. Telling you all my secrets, my dreams, my fears, and listening to yours. Building our dreams, fighting our fears, being happy with you. I dont think I have e

Solitude
Life we talk of death Each breath come closer to out. Of this I'm not afraid Though I don't know what it's all about I don't know! Decisions that we make, The chances that we take, The blindness we can't take. Thought I knew but now I know what it's like, To be alone...! alone.......! I remember here! Thought it was a dream! I never thought I'd come to this. Living with the fear, Now I know what it means Never thought it'd, end like this! Falling with no end... Into what I've only done to me. With messages to send.., Out of what I've only done to me. Falling with no Calling with no Crawling to the end. I remember here!

So... Living In Lap Of Luxury??
My ex seems to think that its okay not to provide for his new baby... he had gotten away with it for many months, but I just don't know how to let him know that its really hard on this side of the track. he is supporting 4 lil kids already and his g/f supports him. I know its none of my business.... this just F'in BITES,.

Solitude
I find that not many people get me. A few think they know me, others don't care to know me. I'd much rather get to know the latter. I miss those moments of seemless conversation free of strained useless chatter and full of meaningful useless chatter. Maybe I just miss my friends, maybe I miss HAVING friends. I probably miss the past more then anything because even my friends are in a total different place now. It's like when you're on a train but you're the only one who gets off at the station before the last. They traveled with out me, talked, laughed, cried... and so even if it was just 1 stop(year) away... it's lightyears away. Because of this I've resented friendship as a whole, building a wall of intolerance around me. I judge, I calculate, and sentence people to 3-5years of being not worthy. I raise my standards to obscene levels that not many can meet. Which explains why I'm almost friendless. I consciously do it to myself for a variety of reasons.

Solider I Thank You From Jordan Leigh Watch This Vid And Comment Dont Just Rate It Like U Watched It When U Didnt
i ran into this song and loved it we all need to pray and say thank you to all these solders that are fighting for this country.

Solitude
Oh do i think of myself too much maybe i do just for little while but don't we all it was just a blink of an eye here i am thinking on whether to be or not to be when i may be the only one existence is relative in existence of material to be only in my mind private to me only me just a blink of an eye barely aware of anyone else felt shaken and did not respond but did not care not even the rows of lights faded all would do most anything for i was in my mind's eye wallow in my own feelings just a blink of an eye solipsist is this my downfall to be so preoccupied let indulgence to end the only one who exists i have lived this oh i think i did it was like watching from a distance seems like someone else experienced it i am not that person

Solitude
Stare into an empty room In some empty house People are there Yet it feels empty To the one who sits alone In a chair in the dark Voices coming from the stairs And that one sits alone To them the house is empty And their world is beginning Slowly, ever slowly It's being created So they wait For the house to blow away The people to be gone So they could be Alone

Solitaire
Solitaire desperation, waking up at your command, Deep inside this lonely mind, contemplating RESURECTION, slowly fading into dark, You hide behind your walls of lies, never to see the truth with your own Eyes, You cant see for you are blind, that one thing is hard to find, they cant save you from your life, tired of fighting for Redemption, sudden movement , suicidal fate, alone again, suffocating , suicidal solitaire

Solidarity As Americans
It is two months until the general presidential election, an election that will decide the next President of the United States. The person elected will be the president of all Americans, not just the Democrats or the Republicans. It's time that we all come together, Democrats and Republicans alike. To show our solidarity as Americans, let's all get together and show each other our support for the candidate of our choice. Here is how: If you support McCain, please drive with your headlights on during the day, or, If you support the policies and character of Senator Obama, please drive with your headlights off at night. Thank you and God Bless. (Author Unknown)

Solid Gold Moss Statue Revealed
"A 50kg solid gold statue of model Kate Moss has been unveiled at the British Museum, in London. The £1.5m sculpture, entitled Siren, is by artist Marc Quinn and is one of several contemporary sculptures in the exhibition Statuephilia. Each work has been sited in a different gallery within the museum, placed with items from its permanent collection. Quinn's sculpture is said to be the largest gold statue created since the time of Ancient Egypt." If you look closely, you can see her kidneys. Full story here.

Solid Under It All.
I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep. --May Sarton "How can I do what you say," asked the child, "and still be me?" "Look at me," said the tree. "I bend in the wind, droop in the rain. Yet I always remain myself, a tree." "Look at me," said the man. "I can't change." "Look at me," said the tree. "I change every season from green to brown to green again, from bud to flower to fallen leaf. Yet I always remain myself, a tree." "I can't love anymore," said the woman. "With my love, I have given away all that I am." "Look at me," said the tree. "There are robins in my branches, owls in my trunk, moss and ladybugs living on my bark. They may take what I have, but not what I am." Whether we know it or not, we are like the tree. Only our pride hangs on to a false sense of self, wanting to keep everything, refusing to follow advi

Solitary
Solitary Confinement You laughed at my weaknesses - so I feared to show them. You trampled on my dreams - so I dreamed alone. You were too busy to listen - so I never spoke. You handled my secrets indiscreetly - so I ceased to share them. You were insensitive to my needs - so I hid them from you. You never seemed to understand - so I stopped trying to communicate. You hurt me by your indifference - so I bled inwardly. You wouldn't let me near you - so I kept my distance. You cared for my physical needs - so my soul became impoverished. You drove me into myself - so now I am imprisoned.

Solitary Search
Through the years of all the miles driven, always alone, never finding a companion Searching through the darkness that's this heart Empty, except for one, one who can't be found Through the darkness of solitude, all alone A light burns dimly ahead Approaching closer, the light is a key A key to what, no one knows for sure Might it be a soul, or a heart No one knows for sure until the end is reached Coming closer to the journey's end Still alone in this wilderness A sight for sore eyes Awaits at the other end Approaching closer, the site changes To an apparition of desire Asking to speak, she speaks, but says her name will remain a mystery Escaping from certain doom, asking why no name She says, there is no one worthy Not a soul on this barren Earth worthy of her affection This lonely soul is damned to walk alone Never knowing the meaning of true love All alone down the highways like the Gypsy I've become.

Solitary
Set me aflame and cast me free Away you wretched world of tethers Through the endless night and day I have never wanted more. Always thought that I would stand Before the faceless name of Justice Like some law unto myself Like a child of God again. And if rain brings winds of change Let it rain on us forever I have no doubts from what I've seen I have never wanted more. With this line I'll mark the past As a symbol of beginning I have no doubt from what I've seen I have never wanted more. In this picture stands a man Far away, alone and distant Like a solitary field In some nameless foreign land. All around him points of light Start to dim and cease transmitting Shadows fell on futile games And then there was nothing more. Through the screams of falling steel By the light of flares and wisdom All the doubts I could not face All this time I wanted more. With a line I mark the past As a symbol of beginning To the gods whose names we've lost And the name

Solitude
SOLITUDE I'm sitting here alone in darkness waiting to be free Lonely and forlorn I am crying I long for my time to come death means just life Please let me die in solitude Hate is my only friend pain is my father Torment is delight to me Death is my sacntuary I seek it with pleasure Please let me die in solitude Recieve my sacrifice my lifeblood is exhausted No one gave love and understanding Hear these words vilifiers and pretenders Please let me die in solitude Earth to earth ashes to ashes dust to dust

Solider Hidout Lounge
Stop by and check out the newest hottest lounge on fubar! Soldiers Hideout is a lounge for all to have fun and hear a wide variety of tunes. We would love to have military personell, military family and supporters or just friends come join us. We are looking for all staff. But we need reliable trust worthy people. We understand you all have lives outside of fubar, so if you are working for us and something comes up all we ask is that you let us know and we will be fine with it. We will work with you any way we can as we want it to be a fun time for everyone not something that is stressful. We have also decided to do some extra promoting for our lounge so heres what we are offering: #50 to join-100k fu #100 to join 500k fu #150 to join 1000k fu we may also be giving random gifts through out the members joining. All that we ask is there is no drama in the lounge. We are here to have fun and support those serving so we dont want the drama. Everyone is to respect e

Solidarity
do i ever hate the way fubar blogs try and format things... anyway, if like me you use the internet purely as a way of being late for work/ not doing any work/ not sending off masters to labels that have been waiting on you for months/ not watching LA Ink when your girlfriend's glued to that bullshit then this will fill three minutes of your time between looking for the new Jesu record on some blog or other and trying to resist the urge to look at porn. _________________________________________________ Solidarity once stood for the fact that a lot of people shared the same thoughts about a certain thing. Solidarity today means nothing. It might do so for a short period in some peoples lives until the move on to better positions in life and careers. A lot of people find themselves fighting for solidarity within thier class in order to find themselves being in a generation older than everyone else. It's a scary thought that one day will wake up to find your friends and the mainfe

Solitude...
I can't even remember what it was like I've forgotten so much The past has become clouded for me now How can I learn from mistakes I cannot see A summers day holds no joy for me The breeze whispers to me no longer I am now and forevermore encased in ice Condemnation is mine I long to feel my blood move again Seek to warm limbs long immobile Shake the foundations of my life Carry me to a new day I've fought for so long Destined to die alone Everything I could have been Reaping all the tears I've sown Now I walk these streets as one All apologies I could give Words pale in the face of what is Solace I will find Solitude is mine...

Solid As A Rock
“Wherefore the people did chide with Moses, and said, Give us water that we may drink. And Moses said unto them, Why chide ye with me? Wherefore do ye tempt the LORD?” Upon settling in their encampment in Rephidim after traversing the wilderness of Sin, the Israelites and mixed multitude who’d left Egypt and crossed the Red Sea on dry land, been miraculously supplied quail and manna (and would continue to be until they actually got to Canaan, see 16:35), and were once more on the lookout for water. When it didn’t readily spring up – for about two million people and their flocks and herds, it would take a lot – the start of the seventeenth chapter of Exodus shows us that the people were ready (under some careful guidance from a few rabble-rousers, I’d expect) to turn on Moses who had been the one the LORD used to lead them out of Egypt. Apparently the people in their thirst had forgotten that it was the LORD and not Moses (he just acted at

Solitaire
Another day Slips away Through the fingers of my clenched fist My emotions lay In disarray My heart has fallen into the abyss It seems that pain Is all I've gained All else is lost Though chance is to blame For loss in life's game It is up to me to pay the cost Tears fill my eyes As I cry Over my heart's remains Into the sky I want to fly But I am held down by my chains Through the past I have come so fast Only to find my end And at last My time has passed Death is now my only friend As darkness is cast I can only laugh As my pain upon the world is doubled And mankind is destoyed in a flash By a great blast Now my heart is no longer troubled

A Solitary Man
Melinda was mine 'til the time that I found her Holdin' Jim And lovin' him Then Sue came along, loved me strong, that's what I thought But me and Sue, That died, too. Don't know that I will but until I can find me A girl who'll stay and won't play games behind me I'll be what I am A solitary man A solitary man A solitary man I've had it to here - being where love's a small world A part time thing A paper ring I know it's been done havin' one girl who loves you Right or wrong Weak or strong Don't know that I will but until I can find me A girl who'll stay and won't play games behind me I'll be what I am A solitary man A solitary man A solitary man Don't know that I will but until I can find me A girl who'll stay and won't play games behind me I'll be what I am A solitary man A solitary man A solitary man A solitary man A solitary man A solitary man

Solitary~existing Alone
i look around 4 uur not therei call 4 uu do not answeri wish 4 uu do not cumi even rub a lamp 4 unothingcan u feel mecan u feel my lonelinesscan u understand my sadnesscan u feel my solitarinesssolitaire is a game I playbut not a life i want

So, Life Your Own Life, & I'll Lve Mine
ugh. you know what.i am so sick and tired of trying to please everyone.everything i do, someone seems to get fucked over.i'm sorry, but i'm not fucking perfect, honey, no one is.but i do try my hardest, and that should be enough for you.every decision i make, isn't always going to be the best, who cares.i dont watch what i say, or think before i act, and i'm sorry for that.but whatever you do, don't tell me that my life is not worth living.because honey, you're wrong.so, life your own life, & i'll live mi

Solitude
In this elusive time of solitudeWhen the night is drawnand the wind is at my doorI huddle closer to the fire andremember all that went beforeThe warmth of his embraceThe words of wisdom spokenThe kindness in his face.I allow my soul to touchUpon a love now broken. Poem by Tammy C.

Solitary Confinement
Thursday, April 10, 2008 SOLITARY CONFINEMENT SOLITARY CONFINEMENT Solitary Confinement Category: Writing and Poetry Solitary Confinement You laughed at my weaknesses- so I feared to show them.You trampled on my dreams- so I dreamed alone.You were too busy to listen- so I never spoke.You handled my secrets indiscreetly- so I ceased to share them.You were insensitive to my needs- so I hid them from you.You never seemed to understand- so I stopped trying to communicate.You hurt me by your indifference- so I bled inwardly.You wouldn’t let me near you- so I kept my distance.You cared for my physical needs - so my soul became impoverished.You drove me into myself- so now I am imprisoned.

Solitude
Now that we are here, fighting for out country, surrounded by my brothers in arms, I feel completely alone without you. Without your loving embrace, your warm kisses, the gentle touch of your hand on mine. I miss the times we stayed up late talking about nothing. Wondering if the war was really going to happen. I miss seeing your beautiful face in the morning. All I have to remind me of you now, is a sand covered picture of us standing on your favorite beach holding hands. You looked so happy in that picture. I miss your smile. When I come home, promise me that I'll see your smiling face again. I love you. Duty calls. -Captain Jason Vine

A Soliders Christmas
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,Transforming the yard to a winter delight.The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,And I crept to the door just to see who was near.Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.Alone in the

Soliders
I speak with words of fear driving you deep into your soul feel it burn within take what it's for For we are soliders fighting for one kind fighting for ones hope for we are soliders Taking one breathe at a time for solid ground feels like a holy playground for one life, is other child to be heard we are who we are so breathe the words I say

Solitaire - 7/30/09
SOLITAIRE This game did not yield multiple personality excuses to an only child whose misery did not love company Shuffling the cards incessantly in the desperate hope that chaotic silenced emotions could be so easily tamed Masterful acrobatic digits had cards tumbling smoothing furrowed brows with semblances of control via accelerated snapping arcs that rose and fell Knowing any real control popped like bubbles prophetically leaving you with a wet sticky mess Smooth textures belied its rough edges as you methodically thwap each card down in military precision Smirks linger for each and every slap of triumph eradicating for mere moments ignorance’s smackdowns Bittersweet irony for a girl perpetually thumbing her nose at empty authority to mark Kings to serfs in an unforgiving lineup Only in this game do victory and failure have fleeting tastes So comfortably addicted to effortless do-overs leaving only the question of why we yearn to co

Sol Invictus
Invictus by William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I used to wander around in a land of pure imagination, a few graphics here and there, a massive tug of creativity from my fellow players the very thing that drew me there and kept me there. I would say that I was under the whim of addiction, and I created a breeze with my own creative talents that many would recall as a hurricane lashing. As with most forms of add

Solitary Confinement
Locked away in a cage..My rage has got the best of me..Time finds a way each day..Leaving less and less of me behind..This fight must be won..Inside my mind..Uptight and Confined..Blinded by the light..Taking its toll on my system..Time ticks away..These last few moments..Is there anything left unsaid..I'm on a quest..Looking for safety and sanity..Searching for a piece of mind.

Solid Jumble.
Cold hands.What would Bobby do?Sing.And possibly be good at it.Depending on your position.Mississippi would lay still.And the world would dance along.But I know the step.The shift, and even the jazz hands.Wish I was ahead.Around.Affluent.Affected.Wish I was a chef.A loser.A hero.Dad.With some lessons.Some dance.Some help.

Solitary Seduction
There’s a tingle a yearning a pulsing in that quivering little lip,Hot deep surrounding pleasure senses zone,Fingers part pretty pink pussy lipsSlips n2 wetness Wordless whimpersDesire pulsates in frenzyHungrilySecret fantasiesExplored without limitsPassionPerversely infectiousPlaythingfor a timeManipulated moments become realities silky pleasure sensors satisfied Solitary Seduction

A Solid Hope
I have grown, my heart was thrown, I left it hidden, said good ridden, now I think, after a wink, I wanna bring it out, jump and shout, I now see, its no longer me, it creeps, gentle weeps, wanting, yearning, hope its you life will bring.....

So Lost Starting Soon
can't wait for it on the 4th of october and also survivor is this thursdayalot more shows too....i always love the new season :D also training rigth now for new job gonna be stock supervisor for the brick canadian furniture store....gonna be cool for sure :D :D :D :D :D

So Lovely
Hm. So.. where should I start? Now that is a question with such endless possibilities. Now where would I start? Oh, I know! I have been sick for the past 3 weeks, though somewhat major symptoms have arisen within the past 3 days. So I went to the doctor's office Friday, get prescription meds and the like. Come to find out one of the meds is a pain relieving/caffeine pill. Needless to say, I am so exhausted and I need sleep, and yet those damnable pills are keeping me awake. Hence my being online at 10 in the morning on a Tuesday, knowing that I have to be at work in.. 2 hours. Wonderful. Now I have far too much time on my hands and I am in thought. What will I do once my year vacation from any type of classes is up? Will I further my education at Virginia College here in Huntsville, or will I go to UAH? There are so many classes that I want to take at UAH, but the college itself is expensive and I am sort of on a limited budget. Of course I can go for scholarships a

So Lonely
Yeh My Nights are Lonely and Tears are My Only Companion in this Life.Friends Have Left me For Material Stuff Leaving me Behind What I Feared The Most has Turned Reality. Im alone People Dont Really Care about you. They only use you for their Personal Whant and when you are Down they Step on you like you were a Roch But There are alot of Good People out there. Those are the People im Strugling to find. Have Everyone abandoned me? am i Somenthing not Worth talking to whats the point og life them? i need friends

So Lostcherry...er...cherrytap Finally Has Blogs...
This is odd. I haven't been to this site in a while...It sure has changed. I always figured it to be a myspace ripp off so I neglectled it. But now it's right up there with the addition of blogs and all. I have alot to say and now Cherrytap is gonna hear all about it.

Solo!
Well as a few of you know I am in chior and today was solo try outs! YAY! I didnt do it! He held them when I wasnt there. All the other more experienced seniors tried out. They blow my crappy voice out of the water. SO he said last calls and i didnt do it. I knew I wouldnt get it. So I pretty much feel like shit because I didnt do it! My day got better tho! My mom and I went to lunch and dessert on me! We went to Tbell then Applebees for dessert! It was sooo yummy!They have new "bite" sized brownies and icecream. that are 1 dollar. SO I had 2 of thoes then my mommy had their chocolate layered raspberry cake! It was sooo yummy! We had a good mommy daughter day! We laughed so much today! Ive ben in a good mood about me not singing. She made me forget all about me being a chicken shit! lol then tonight Sean and I are getting soem quick dinner then going window shopping and to my Aunts to get pics of my cuz's for a book im writting. A childs ngh before christmas. Its for art. Its fu

So Lonesome I Could Cry
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill, He sounds too blue to fly. The midnight train is whining low, I`m so lonesome I could cry. I`ve never seen a night so long When time goes crawling by. The moon just went behind a cloud To hide its face and cry. Did you ever see a robin weep, When leaves began to die? That means he`s lost the will to live, I`m so lonesome I could cry. The silence of a falling star Lights up a purple sky. Top40db.com Top40db.net Top40db.org. And as I wonder where you are I`m so lonesome I could cry.

So Long
It's been so long I am realizing how long it has been since my most recent rape. It will be THREE years on April 21, of 2007. Wow. I have tried so damn hard to push it out of my mind. To push away all the childhood incestual molestation, the other rapes...they all have hurt. They all have eaten away at me over time, however, the rape that occured in April of 2004 has made the biggest impact on me and left the deepest scars. I have kept saying "I have to heal. I have to get better. I am stronger than this." but I MEANT IT. The problem is, I can deal with most of that rape. The problem is there are parts of it I have BLOCKED purposely. I have done it out of fear and yet self protection. I want to make myself better, hence all the better eating and fitness exercising. I want to better myself. I want to be happy again and now that I have started feeling the joy, I know I DESERVE this. I hate reliving it. It hurts so damn bad to see it all again. I have started having flashba

So Long To Senior High
Days of the school year, Slipping by so fast, Hardly any time, To reflect on the past, Days of times, friends spent together, Making this school year, Just a little bit better, And nows the time, Of 12th grade graduation, A day long awaited, With great anticipation, Regretful and sad, We must say goodbye, To friends and teachers, Of Alhambra Senior High, Written by: Azalia * I wrote this poem when i was graduating high school in Phoenix, Arizona.In 1988,,,(DONT CLOWN AT LEAST I GOT MY DIPLOMA WITH HONORS MIGHT I ADD *GRINS) LOL. The poem was published in the year book for that year,,,,,, *winks

So Lost And Still Alone In The World
WELL EVERYONE~ I WISH I DID NOT HAVE SO MUCH DECISION TO MAKE IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW BUT I DO. I HAVE TO DECIDE TO LET MY MAN GO AND LIVE HIS LIFE BUT OH I CAN'T TELL YOU WHY OF COURSE BUT THAT IS ONE THE OTHER IS IF I SHOULD TAKE MY OLDEST DAUGHTER BACK TO HOME TO OUR ORIGINAL HOME. THE THIRD IS IF I SHOULD JUST STAY AND STICK IT OUT MAN I DIDN'T THINK THAT LIVING IN A CITY WOULD BE SUCH A HASSLE FOR ME

So Long And Sorry About All The Spam...
Sorry about mailing out that last blog entry. Well, and this one, too... since I want to make sure everyone gets my apology. I promise from here out that I won't send anything more unless it is incredibly emergent in one way or another. ;c) I just wanted to try out the new sharing thing and chose the last blog I'd written which just happened to be the spammy one. I didn't give much thought to how that might look. As for SpicePad (z0mg, I linked it again! Naughty! ;c), I'm still enjoying it and am kind of addicted but the site is definitely not as well put together as CT. So if you don't like it, I'll still see you here. You won't hurt my feelings if you don't join or don't hang out there. I promise.

So Long, And Good Night...
I don't know if it's just me, but I don't see the reson for having a ton of so-called friends that you never really have time to talk to all of, e-mail, chat with, or even talk to on the phone. So, for all those on my friends list, you have until May 18 to let me know if you're worth keeping on my friends list. Those that I am a fan of, I hope you can give me just cause to remain your fan. I'm sorry to be blunt, but honestly, I just don't see the point. There's too much in life to be worried how many "friends" I have in my friends list or how many fans I have. Hope that someone out there will actually take a moment to send me an e-mail and give me a good reason to keep you on my friends and fans list. Oh, and for those that think they're exempt, this isn't true. All will be removed if no messages come my way to let me know that someone here cares. Jason

Solo Travel
Wrapped in my bedroll, I look up at stars colder than any woman I have known. I need a break from towns and streets and bars. I need to be out here and on my own. There's something in these waves of rock and space that I can learn to call on, I expect; Someone -- and I might never see His face -- who'll know my need to center and connect. I keep on riding, day by night by hour, not knowing what's ahead, what rocks I'll climb, praying for some connection with a Power that I can ride with, down this trail of time.

So Long And Thanks For All The Fish!!!!
My fiance of 5 years and I are getting married next month! No big thing, just doing the legal stuff at the courthouse. That is why I entitled this blog the way I did, because I will no longer be "available".... not like I was before, but I think you get the idea... Not much else to say... so, laters!!!

So Long Old Friends
Yes it's been a crazy road,but we are coming to it's end.My sunday nights will never be the same.I've laughed, cried,cheered and booed.I have screamed with anger and looked on in fear.But all of that will soon be over because there are only 3 more episodes left.Then it will be time to say good bye to tony and the gang.One thing is for certain I will never forget any of them.I know some of you out there are thinking this guy is loopy! But No this is not the case.and if you have never watched the sopranos,Then I can understand why you would think such things.But if you are reading this and you too are a fan,then I have no need to explain,not to you.I found it very interesting to see this big mob boss "Tony " handle all the mob business that he does, yet it seems that at times it is near impossible for him to deal with the often trying times of raising kids and dealing with everyday family life. Yes, I was hooked after the first or second episode and soon all I will have left is the memor

So Lonely In The Lone Night
lonely guy stares at the stars in the cold night There are just tears and past memories. It's the long time night. Your hug never come back again? How much I love you but we far away in the end The empty heart, so lonely in the lone night Must bear in the bad dream, last times stuck in my herat. When morning comes? When will I forgot? The word "bye" when we were far away, you just spoke silently. I listened with tears and hurt heart. How will I forgot? Wanna forgot you but never know when.

So Lonely In The Lone Night
Alonely guy stares at the stars in the cold night There are just tears and past memories. It's the long time night. Your hug never come back again? How much I love you but we far away in the end The empty heart, so lonely in the lone night Must bear in the bad dream, last times stuck in my herat. When morning comes? When will I forgot? The word "bye" when we were far away, you just spoke silently. I listened with tears and hurt heart. How will I forgot? Wanna forgot you but never know when.

Soloman And The Witch
“ Solomon and the Witch “ And thus declared the Arab lady: “Last night, were under the wild moon On grassy mattress I had laid me, Within my arms great Solomon, I suddenly cried out in a strange tongue “Not his” “Not Mine” Whatever has been said, sighed, sung Howled, Meowed, Barked, Brayed, Bellowed, Yelled, Cried, Crowed There on replied “ A Cockerel” Grew from a blossoming apple bough Three hundred years before the fall And never grew again, Until now And would not now but that he thought, Chance being at one with choice at last. All, that the brigand apple brought, And this foul world were dead at last He that craved eternity Thought to have crowed again For though love has a spiders eye To find out some appropriates pain- Aye- Through all passions in a glance For every nerve tests a cover With choices of cruelty and chance And when at last that murder’s over May-be the brides bed brings despair For each imagined image brings And finds a real image the

So Long Kelly P.
Aphrodite and Cupid were watching over the Kodak Theatre this week as Final Six Idol Contestants sang love songs this week. Being a closet romance freak, I was hoping to find some moving performances from our stellar six. Coached by the incredible Andrea Bocelli and his "buddy" Dave, the idols were truly prepared for this weekÂ’s vocal battle. Katherine McPhee tackled Whitney HoustonÂ’s "I Have Nothing" with the poise of a champion songstress. She lost focus on a few notes here and there, but the overall performance was far beyond solid. Finally, Randy and Paula had some good constructive criticism to hand out to Katherine this week. The judges were all quite harsh, but America didn't seem to agree. Katerine was in the top two this week and seems all but assured of a spot in the finale. If Katherine can just keep pumping out the star quality, she will be this seasonÂ’s winner. Katherine does have the competition nipping at her heals. Chris Daughtry sang a vocally clean and po

So Long For Now
I Just wanted to let everyone know that im leaving the net for a while. I'll be back but for now jsut leave a message for me and I'll get in touch w ya next time i'm on. I'll miss everyone. Lots of cherry Love Muuuah. Leah

So Long Time No Yack
Not like any of u miss me but ohwell. It was dad's bday on the 5th,had a rad firework show.Then i ate this sweet fuckin icecream cake mum made,and well call me fat but im goin to eat some more lol guess ill have to double time it on the ole treadmill. Ive offically taken out my last visible face piercing,so say goodbye to the lipring cuz its now gone.All i have left is my tongue ring,10 gauge ear lobes and cartlidge piercing. Tis almost xmas.Skip halloween,gimme thanksgiving so i can start my holiday baking lol My bird is annoying me...oh bet u guys didnt kno i have a pet bird,her name is Ling and shes like a lime green/yellow budgie. Im amazed she isnt dead yet,i always crank music,yell at her,neglect lmao n yet shes still kickin lol had her for like,4 yrs i think. Ok well pricks,im off. Bye

So Long!
I just wanted to let all of my friends know that I will be deleting my account. It has been fun chatting with everyone, but it is time to move on to other adventures. Thank you to everyone that has supported me and helped me along the way. I will miss you all! May all of your aspirations be realized!

So Loved!!!!!!!!!!
I feel so loved by my bf....I'm 38 yrs old amd was with my x-husband for 22 yrs and no man has ever made me feel so loved....He tells me everyday how beautiful I am,how special I am and he totally believes in me.....When I met him I was just looking for a 1 night stand but it was love at first sight....I never knew someone could make u feel so loved...I thought I knew what love was but I've never been this loved...I have very low self-esteem but he is changing that...Well thats all I havd to say...TTYL everyone

So Long And Farewell
I'm not a very open person by nature, but for this blog I will do my best. I first want to thank everyone I've met and especially to those whom I became friendly with. Due to some VERY unfortunate things that took place the last day or so, I will be deleting and leaving Fubar by the end of the day. The last few days I became relatively close to someone who I felt a kinship with and who I qucikly began having feeling for. BUT that wasn't enough for SOME people to respect or appreciate, and for that I am sorry. I came here awhile back because I was told it was MUCH different than other places I was a member of, but sadly, it turns out, it is identical to those other place. LOVE, HATE, JEALOUSY, INSTABILITY among other things run rampant here as well. I've left other places for those same reasons, and since I've found, in the last day or so, those issues exist here as well. I've decided, today is my last day here. To that ONE special person, I am sorry for any pain I may have

So Long Fubar
due to vertain circumstances i sadly have to say goodbye to fubar for a while and i just wanted to addres a few things to everyone on my list who took tghe time to get to kno me and talk to me i love u and ill miss u and to those on my list that diddnt really talk to me ill miss u to fubar has been a great experience for me i met alot of kool people on here andbecuz of fubar i feel in love wit someone and she knows who she is so for that i wanna thank who eva made this crazy site and i wanna thank everyone on here wether i knew or didnt just becuz lol well this is good bye for now and dont be sad wich none of u prolly are cuz i will be back once my sistuation gets betta i love u and ill miss u all peace the one and only BLACKE

So Long; Farewell
It has been so nice to meet you. However, as much as I love this site, it seems to tax my computer connection. Therefore I need to keep it to a minimum to be on here. Please feel free to keep in contact with me through my email address: Cra_Z_D8s@yahoo.com Hopefully Your Friend Forever Bree Cra-Z D8s 4 (click here for more)

So Looks Like I'm Creepy
I thought this place as a place to meet people and become friends. How is asking for a nice public meeting in a nice public fast food joint creepy? I don't understand, I go out of my way to plan it so you would feel safe, I saw those things on CSI and other crime shows where private meetings from the internet turn ugly, that's why I wanted it public. So how is that creepy? Is that you think I'm some kind of criminal because I have long hair and a beard? Is that it? That's bigotry and judgmental on your part. Or was I right all along, I'm ugly. Or is it something I can't possibly comprehend? Comment if it's neither of these two things. it's a wonder that I don't end it all.

So Long For Awhile!
so the time has come for me to write another blog its not gonna be a good one tho! well for those of u that acutally read my blogs i am lettin u know that i am movin outta state! blades or christin will not be online for awhile... i will only be online to check my mail and 360s and all that stuff i wont be online to chat...im movin to be with my boyfriend and i dont need net drama in my real life...thats all what the net has caused me and i am choosin to leave it all out of my life...im sry for those of u that i havent really talked to much im sry and for those of u i have talked to well yanno...lol...but like i said i will keep in contact with everyone im not deletein my names or anything so ill still keep u posted on my stuff...i loves u all and hope all is well...till i come back peace!

Solo Album Review!!!
**CV REVIEW ON ALLMUSIC.COM** Check it out! The last few years have been tumultuous ones for Chris Volz. Beginning in 2004, the singer/guitarist lost his label, and along with his band, Flaw, formed Five.Bolt.Main, saw that unit disbanded, recorded a solo album, then re-formed Flaw before his solo set even hit the shops. Much of that upheaval roils through Redemption, an album searching for salvation while cagily refusing to make amends. And never more so than on the title track, which angrily opens the set, with Volz defiantly insisting "you can't change me," even as he admits "we're a meager mess." And messy relationships, contradictory impulses, and emotional maelstroms are the foci of his album, as the artist psychoanalyzes himself, his friends, and his lovers in song. Across the set Volz uses his emotional insights as a weapon, a crutch, a way to distance himself from others, and occasionally as a way to reach out and comfort. In the end, though, problems never really see

Solo Album And Run Down Of My Past
After the breakup of FLAW and the forming and shortly after disbanding of Five.Bolt.Main, comes the debut solo album from the front man of both groups Chris Volz. "Redemption" is released on Rock Ridge Music on Spetember 11, 2007 that was home to Five.Bolt's debut "Venting". Doing everything that he wants to do on this album in his own way and direction with no holding back. This album is a great representation of Chris's material and vision. Showing hints from both groups and a whole other side of Chris that we haven't seen with either band. These songs are catchy and very melodic. Opening with the title track "Redemption," resembling Five.Bolt.Main, this song kicks ass and has a catchy FLAW-ish chorus. Hitting us with "Altercation" catches us in a song that we have never heard from Chris before. Good catchy vibe but still on the rock side. The next song will being us to the emotion of Chris and a just kind of a pop rock ballad comes "All My Life." A great catchy ass pop rock tune

So Long
so fuckin true... I did pick something new up on a friend I guess. people can never tell the truth. Daily Horoscope: Taurus For November 19,2007 Your intuition is transmitting messages at a furious clip right now and you should be sure to pay careful attention. You should certainly pick up on something new about a friend or family member.

So Long!
Hey Folks Trixie Laroux here and I have decided to get the heck out of Dodge. Someone on here who on my friend list and even in my family decided that I am a liar; all because I had not been able to order their video. I fully intended to but as I am not working right now...well keeping a roof over my head and my animals taken care of is a little more important. I am not whining or complaining at all. Just very upset and near tears over someone who I have never even met face to face or talked to one the phone said to me. They were extremely hateful and I don't need that right now. I have made good friends on here and the people who really know me...know that I am as real as they come. Evidently some people are just extremely immature. I will send you the damn money for the video if it will make you happy!!!! SO LONG! Please repost because this jerk blocked me so he won't see it and I would like him to know how he hurt my feelings. I didn't deserve that at all. So I am leaving becau

So Long Evel!
Iconic Daredevil Evel Knievel Dies at 69 By MITCH STACY – 3 hours ago CLEARWATER, Fla. (AP) — Evel Knievel, the red-white-and-blue-spangled motorcycle daredevil whose jumps over crazy obstacles including Greyhound buses, live sharks and Idaho's Snake River Canyon made him an international icon in the 1970s, died Friday. He was 69. Knievel's death was confirmed by his granddaughter, Krysten Knievel. He had been in failing health for years, suffering from diabetes and pulmonary fibrosis, an incurable condition that scarred his lungs. Knievel had undergone a liver transplant in 1999 after nearly dying of hepatitis C, likely contracted through a blood transfusion after one of his bone-shattering spills. He also suffered two strokes in recent years. Longtime friend and promoter Billy Rundle said Knievel had trouble breathing at his Clearwater condominium and died before an ambulance could get him to a hospital. "It's been coming for years, but you just don't expect it. Supe

So Lonely
I get so lonely waiting to hear from you. Would you please drop me a line and make my day? I've been lying here, thinking about you all day. I miss you, and I've felt so empty since you went away. Only you can make the sunshine return and send the darkness on its way.

So Low
Hello, meet my problems I only miss you when I'm with you I gotta fly car to jet around town Gone sour to the bone Gone bad to the marrow Financial situation's depleted Guess a slap in the face is what I really needed From a strong hand to make me a man What more could I ask? What more could I stand? I'm so low that I wish I was dead With a knife in my chest and a bullet in my head I'm so low that I wish I was dead Must I go on? Sold all my friends today I'm so low that I wish I was dead Gave everything away Now I'm bound only by twine and thread Just give me time Don't give me time to miss you Just give me time Don't give me time to miss you On a short leash yet she was earth bound So I threw her in the lost and found Now she's scaring me A fine charity With a pink trombone and a tuning key So just ignore the footprints And just ignore the sand My epitaph stands before me So wear your ego to the funeral of a frightened man Saw her standing in the doorway

So Long Ago
As I bend down to pick up a rose, the rain pours down from the sky and mingles with my tears, dripping onto the pavement. The salty water makes bright patterns in a puddle of oil. The colors blend and shimmer like you eyes did so long ago. Now the cold flatness that lays beyond them refuses me admittance and I am alone once more in the rain. My eyes burn from the steely grayness of the sky and the tears in the oil. The sobs that rack my body exhaust me and offer me no more solace and comfort. Defeated by my own self pity. Memories rush back, tug and pull at the happiness I used to have so long ago. A voice breathing softly in my ear reminds me of midnight conversations, dreams coated in gold and evenings of such sweet delight that no one will ever understand. The simple joy of being I once felt so long ago a thirst for the day that dares to compare brought me here. The rain pours down on my feverish skin and my eyes still burn and I am sure that they are red. A useless emptiness fills

So Lonely...
Yet again I have nobody on this holiday to come...sigh...my entire life and not once have I had someone special to buy chocolate for...or hell even flowers for that matter...everyone I come across loves to fuck with my feelings. Why should this year be any different? Just another lonely day...a reminder that nobody wants me, that all my efforts and love put forth towards a special someone are always taken advantage of...maybe one day someone will actually love me and not lie about it...maybe one valentines day I will actually have someone...

So Lonely So Blue
I feel so lonely I feel so blue I have got a problem I don't know what to do I don't have anyone to talk to don't have anyone to share this with it is hard to go through life without you I miss talking to you I miss our time together what am I going to do I know I can do this I have to have the strength to go on I have to have faith in myself in order to make it through I thought you would be there I was hoping you would be near I don't know if that is going to happen now I know I can do this I know I have the strength It is just I am so lonely I am just so blue Please give me a chance I did not do this on purpose I did not want this to happen Please understand I am just as scared as you are I just don't know what to do

So Looking Forward To Tomorrow!!!!!
Ai, it has been an ok week. Up and down with my son. Hhe did something bad that his girlfriend can't forgive him for, he apparently had sex with another girl. Yes, my 16 year old son! So they have been here fighting a lot and I have had to listen to it. Not pleasant. Especially having my 12 year old hear it is not cool at all. I think I see my daughter just as much now that she has moved out. Kind of funny. She stops by all the time, to do laundry or to eat. I have some workers here right now doing yard work for me. Peter sent them over from work since they had 2 hours to kill waiting for something to finish at work before they could work again. It is nice having all the yard work done for you. They are great employees we have. I really wanted to boycott Mother's Day this year. I didn't want to spend it with my Stepmom and my mother is dead. I also don't feel like a very happy Mom either since my son is putting me through Hell. So I told my Dad we would not be jo

So Long Overdue. (nsfw)
So yes it has truly been a while since I have written anything to share with you all. Very much long overdue. And like the couple in this story their desires were long overdue, despite only being apart for a few hours. Hope you enjoy...please feel free to comment. The material below is erotic writing which may be construed as offensive to some. If you are easily offended I would recommend not reading futher as it is not my intent to offend anyone. _________________________________________________ To much time has gone by. Your absence has left me wanting you more then I have ever thought possible. At night I dream of the touch of your palm, the taste of your kiss and the feel of your oh so soft skin. These dreams leave me longing for you with each passing night, driving my desire rampant and unchecked. I give in to these dreams, each and every one. My body responds with sexual excitement and energy. I know you are about to walk through my door, that you will return

So Long Too Long
My man loved me so much he wanted to kill me cause he loved me so good he wanted to die cause he loved me without sorrow so sad without tears he loved me to kill to die to cry so much he wanted to scream cause i loved him too much i drank his tears loved him too much i ate his strength loved him too much i stole his joy i loved him to drink to eat to steal cause we loved so much so good to love to love so long to love so long

So Long
Why did you hurt me You just couldn't let me be Why would you do this Hurt me with your fist If this was supposed to be true love And no one else above Then why would you do this Hurt me with your fist I did nothing wrong Yet you made me feel like I didn't belong All that time You made me feel like I commited a crime If you ever truly loved me you would have just let me be Was it a joke? I never meant to provoke I guess I was never to find out What you were really all about I am sorry I didn't mean to make you worry Was I gone to long? I know I don't belong I don't undersatnd How you can think your a man After all these years I still shed tears You were my worst fear But now my life has shifted gears On to new things with hopes they do bring To be in this happy place going at my own pace no more worries no more fears Oh how my life has shifted gears

So Long, Goodbye
Keep changing your mind. Like clouds in the sky. Love me when your high. Leave me when you cry. I know it all takes time. Like a river running dry when the suns to bright. So long this is good-bye. Maybe we'll meet again in another life. Like strangers passing by. Maybe we'll see clearly in a different light. Keep dodging lights. Like a thief in the night. The sun will rise and expose all the lies. So why deny that you and I lead different lives. The rivers from your eye's can't change my mind. So long this is good-bye. Maybe we'll meet again in another life. Like strangers passing by. Maybe we'll see clearly in a different light. Ohh... The rivers from your eye's can't change my mind. So long this is good-bye. Maybe we'll meet again in another life. Like strangers passing by. Maybe we'll see clearly in a different light.

So Long As I'm Here.
i'm half tempted to scale the "mountains" of Utah in search of Ryan. I'm pretty sure he didn't get too far in the search for himself. I think it would be rather funny if I found him and we searched for him together. ....it would defeat the purpose of him going off alone. i miss the kid hahahahahahaha!