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Independence Day Quiz


Hi all!
Am typing this up on 3-28-2010. Wonder if the postdated times really do work? hehehe

I have just stolen this from Peachies friend, Bob...

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The 4th of July is the time when we celebrate our nation-- a time to reflect on the freedoms which we believe are not granted by our government, but are self-evident rights for all humankind.  Time for the Independence Day Quiz which asks,  "How much do you really know?"  Every day thousands leave their homelands to settle here in the land of the free.  Before they become citizens they are required to take a citizenship test and score 80%.  Could you pass this test if you took it today?  

Our quiz is made up of 20 questions which were once used on the actual citizenship test. 

We've added a few curveballs-- The last ten questions may be a bit harder, but a score of around 24 out of 30 is considered a passing grade. 


http://games.toast.net/independence/

XOXO
Me


Car Seats. Babies. And Americans.


Good Morning Everyone;
I am not overlooking the fact that there are things to be taken care of. (I am not forgetting that I need to do many things yet).
But I am not forgetting either.
Below is my recall of those terrible moments and days when we, collectively as Americans, truly united.

Not to need another reminder that we need to UNITE, we need only to respect life.

Peace.

XOXO
Me

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September 11, 2001 
From the Eyes, and the memory, of a Flintville American




Having just returned from Alabama late on the tenth- (a visit to my daughter,Roberta- son-in-law; William- and of course to see my grandson, Lawrence). I was sitting quite exactly where I am right now... Downloading and editing the zillions of pictures that I had taken from that trip. The photo above was taken on that trip... I was also babysitting my Little Miss Valerie; (full-time at that point). She was all of 7 months old.

I had fed her her breakfast- had brought her upstairs, and she was fast asleep in the magical land where babies go to see God during their naps...

My phone rang. It was Zoe, asking me if I had my television set on. I did not. She asked for me to turn it on right away, that there had been 'a terrible accident' at the World Trade Center. I assured her I would do so as soon as I was finished; and she asked me just to go take a look...

When I did turn the TV on, I saw the 1st Tower on fire- and the reports coming in that an airplane had hit it- A terrible accident... As I was thinking to return to my little office here, I heard even more commotion on the TV- Turning just in time to see the final seconds before the 2nd plane hit... At that point in time, I think my reaction was immediate horror, and thinking fast, I picked up the phone, called the high school and asked that Casey be at the front doors in about 15 minutes.Not knowing what else to say, I used the old standby "she is needed at home." I grabbed Valerie, and most unceremoniously threw her into the carseat, fastening her in securely- and thinking that our president could quickly impose a kind of lockdown of everyone everywhere. I headed to the high school. Casey, still uninformed, was packed and waiting for me- and had NO idea why on earth I would be picking her up from school? I tried to explain, but had the radio on- the announcers were doing a better job than ever I could have... I didn't want her to be away from home should the word come out that it wasn't safe for anyone to be going anywhere...

We filled the tank with gas, stopped both at the bank and the store, and headed for home. After placing Miss Valerie in the backseat of the Buick,I hurried to get all the groceries and things into the trunk.

The drive home is a county road, with two 90 degree curves thrown in for good measure... 3/4's of the way around that 1st corner, we heard this weird noise- Casey said, "Mom, pull over!" Turning to see why Casey would say such a thing, I saw that Miss Valerie's car seat had rolled and was completely upside down! (And yes, it IS funny now, but thinking that she was hurt- for even those few seconds was a sick sick feeling for me). In my hurry, I hadn't buckled the carseat in- (But in my defense, I didn't leave her at the store either)!!!

We came home- even more somber- and watched with horror as we saw the towers collapse. To this very day, that collapse is the single worse thing I have ever seen in my life- Knowing, that as those towers stood, all those people were still alive- that as they fell, all of them were simply gone; most NOT to be found, ever...

And my phone rang and rang and rang... Zoe wanting to know could she come out and stay and to be close to her own little girl- (by about 10:30, Humana had told all of its workers to go home). Jenne called too, and was already on her way out. We watched the TV for a time- then watched outside- We saw only military planes flying over- and low too- And there were none of the exhaust lines that you see trailing across the skies from all the jets and such. The air was calm, barely a breeze- a warmish day for the Eleventh Day of September... And very little traffic even out on the road- an ocassional dump truck, or a milk truck that went through- not too many cars- And the church bell rang and rang...

Later, I received about 4 calls from Roberta- at work in a gas station down in Alabama; and scared out of her wits. Scared to be so far away; and not knowing what would happen during the next while- Scared for her husband, and most importantly for her son... William has been in the Army and the Marine Corps- A "lifer" to the service of our country... He has been to the Gulf War- He has most recently been to Iraq- Someone for our Little Lawrence to be so proud of always...

I couldn't get ahold of Crystal or her family- They were living in Quantico at the time- Russell working at the Pentagon... Many emails later, to find out they were all safe and sound.

And still we held our collective breath all the day long, and the next, and onward- as we waited for even one survivor to be pulled from those towers... to be alive... and there were none...

Not knowing the futures, we made sure that our families and our homes were immediately protected, whatever it took.

In the days (daze) that followed, I know that one of the hardest things for me to do was to remain at home; only wishing I could be there to help somehow. And of course not knowing what it was I could have done anyway... But I could have helped the medics somehow- (what for ? - as no one emerged)... I could have made meals- Served them, not knowing to whom ? I could have helped with the cleanup of these now sacred grounds... But was more needed here for my own little family- ...And when you can do nothing else, you offer your heart and your prayers...

I believe we all did pray, whether we attended services or not. (Whether you 'believed' or not... You prayed, didn't you)?

We not only prayed for the people that had died, but for their families- For ourselves, for our own families, and for our own homes. For the security we will never take for granted another day in our lives. For the security that our grandchildren will now never know.

And we prayed for our America.

And we prayed for our Flag.

Where were YOU?
What did you feel?
(Did you remember to buckle the carseat)???

God Bless Our America .

God Bless Us Everyone...

Anne



Independence Day ~Many Links


http://www.usa.gov/Topics/Independence_Day.shtml
Fourth of July is Independence Day

Independence Day honors the birthday of the United States of America and the signing of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776. It's a day of picnics and patriotic parades, a night of concerts and fireworks, and a reason to fly the American flag.

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This is an awesome site for everyone, even kids!

Enjoy!

XOXO
Me

Weekend Synopsis (A Short One).

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Good Evening...
I woke this morning to say and extra prayer and offer thanks to my very special godson Sean. (But I still refuse to call Memorial Day "happy"). I do hope you have taken a moment to offer thanks and prayers to our military, past and present.

A fantastic and wonderful Sunday!
Between yesterday and today I have taken over 150 pictures. (And so, I will just have to blog about it all later).

As you know, I mowed lawn 2 days ago- I had to cut with the blades to highest level just to be able to knock it down. Today I went over it- Had to or I would be right back where I started on Saturday.
It is to rain for the next 2 days. My grass seems to thrive either way.

After that I planted some shit.
I have a feeling that I have set myself back about 3 weeks with respect to my back.
I have just taken some meds for my back. And I am sitting right here until they kick in. With God as my witness I don't care if the phone rings, or the doorbell, or anything else happens.
I refuse to move an unnecessary muscle, as they all seem to be connected to my back somehow.
Casey says I can't sleep here.   hehehe

Hope all is well with everyone- Drop me a comment here and let me know what you all did this weekend.

XOXO
Me

Defense Department Launches Real Warriors Campaign

http://www.health.mil/Press/Release.aspx?ID=713
Thursday, May 21, 2009
By Jim Garamone | American Forces Press Service


Josh Hopper looks like he would win battles against an NFL lineman.

The Marine sergeant obviously is a body builder. His shoulders are broad, and his arms stretch the fabric of his uniform.

The sergeant looks like a winner, but there was a battle he couldn't win without help—that against post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Now, Hopper is fighting another battle: to get service members with PTSD to reach out and get help, as he did.

Hopper is part of the Defense Department's new "Real Warriors" campaign.

"Real Warriors is a program aimed at wiping out the stigma associated with getting mental health care in the military," said Army Brig. Gen. (Dr.) Loree Sutton. "We want people to seek help the same way they would if they had a physical wound." Sutton is a psychiatrist who heads the Defense Centers of Excellence for Psychological Health and Traumatic Brain Injury.

The Real Warriors campaign centers on the stories of warriors who admitted they needed help and now are pursuing successful military careers.

Hopper is one of those warriors. The sergeant served three tours in Iraq in 2003, 2005 and 2006. He is married and has two children, and he's assigned to Beaufort Marine Corps Air Station, N.C. The intelligence specialist received the Purple Heart Medal after a roadside-bomb strike in Anbar province and participated in numerous fire fights. The accumulated stresses of Hopper's time in Iraq led to post-traumatic stress disorder.

"When I first got back, I was on that 'welcome home' high," Hopper said in a recent interview. But after that, he found that he was having problems sleeping, and he was concentrating on the negative aspects of his deployments.

"My big thing was outbursts and mood swings," he said. "I had a bad, bad temper that didn't take much to get me there. I used alcohol as a way to comfort everything, and that was big-time out of the norm for me."

He tried to hide the symptoms, but those closest to him knew. "My wife, parents, in-laws, they all knew I was having problems," Hopper said. He was having trouble relating to his family, and it also affected his work.

He was receiving an award for his service in Iraq from his battalion commander when the symptoms burst into the open.

"When I received the award, I replayed what happened that day," he said. "I sort of got into another world. I started shaking, got the cold sweats – everything. That's when my commander sat me down and offered help."

Asking for help went against Hopper's preconceived notions of what a warrior would do. "You are supposed to be the tough guy or the tough gal," Hopper said. "You say to yourself, 'I signed up to do this. I can't need help.'"

The toughest part was swallowing his pride. "I went [to Iraq], I did it, and when I came back, it was bothering me," he said. "Saying I need help was the toughest thing."

He first went for treatment at Walter Reed Army Medical Center here. But specialists there realized quickly that he needed more intensive care.

"The place that really changed my life was at the Martinsburg, W.V., [Veterans Affairs] Hospital," Hopper said. "I was lucky enough to get the help I needed there."

The center at Martinsburg tailored his treatment. He lived with Vietnam, Desert Storm, Iraq and Afghanistan vets. "We bonded pretty quickly," he said. "Here were people – especially the Vietnam vets – who knew what we were going through."

There were group sessions and one-on-one sessions with specialists. "I did a complete 180 there," Hopper said. "When I got back [to Lejeune], everybody noticed the difference."

When he returned to North Carolina, Hopper's unit was deployed to Iraq, so he went temporarily to a new unit. "They all knew where I had been, but everyone was great to me," he said. "They didn't tiptoe around me as if I were some crazy guy. They treated me like any other new Marine to the unit."

Hopper was on the tarmac to welcome his friends back from Iraq. "I thanked the commander for all he had done for me," he said. "I told him, 'I know I'm just a sergeant and you're a lieutenant colonel, but if there is anything I can do to repay you for what you did for me and my family, I'll do it.'

"And he told me, 'There are a lot of people who are coming back from these wars that are going to be in the same shoes you were, and you'll recognize what they are going through. All I ask is that you pay it forward. If you can help one person, you've paid me back,'" the sergeant recalled.

Hopper said his participation in the Real Warrior campaign is one way to fulfill that duty. "If someone sees a big guy like me swallow his pride and get help," he said, "then why can't they do it?"

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It's about time.

The link above is for the press release.
Here's the link to their website:
"Real stories of strength and hope, along with other useful news and information, come to life through this collection of multimedia resources."

http://www.realwarriors.net/

XOXO
Me

Rules for the Non-Military


From my email...
                           
Dear Civilians,
'We know that the current state of affairs in our great nation has many civilians up in arms and excited to join the military.

For those of you who can't join, you can still lend a hand.
                           
Here are a few of the areas where we would like your assistance:
                           
1.  The next time you see any adults talking (or wearing a hat) during the playing of the National Anthem - kick their ass.
               
           
2. When you witness, firsthand, someone burning the American Flag in protest - kick their ass.
         
                 
3.  Regardless of the rank they held while they served, pay the highest amount of respect to all veterans. If you see anyone doing otherwise,
quietly pull them aside and explain how these veterans fought for the very freedom they bask in every second. Enlighten them on the many
sacrifices these veterans made to make this Nation great.  Then hold them down while a disabled veteran kicks their ass.
     
                     
4.  If you were never in the military, DO NOT pretend that you were. Wearing battle dress uniforms (BDUs) or Jungle Fatigues, telling others
that you used to be 'Special Forces, Collecting GI Joe memorabilia, might have been okay when you were seven years old. Now, it will only make you look stupid and get your ass kicked.
        
                  
5.  Next time you come across an *Air Force* member, do not ask them, 'Do you fly a jet?' Not everyone in the Air Force is a pilot. Such ignorance deserves an ass-kicking, (children under 11 are exempt).
    
                      
6.  If you witness someone calling the US Coast Guard 'non-military', inform them of their mistake - and kick their ass..
           
               
7.  Next time Old Glory (the US flag) prances by during a parade, get on your damn feet and pay homage to her by placing your hand over your
heart. Quietly thank the military member or veteran lucky enough to be carrying her - of course, failure to do either of those could earn you a severe ass-kicking.
       
                   
8.  Don't try to discuss politics with a military member or a veteran.  We are Americans, and we all bleed the same, regardless of our party
affiliation.  Our Chain of Command is to include our Commander-In-Chief (CinC).  The President (for those who didn't know) is our CinC.

Regardless of political party. We have no inside track on what happens inside those big important buildings where all those representatives meet.
All we know is that when those civilian  representatives screw up the situation, they call upon the military to go straighten it out.

If you keep asking us the same stupid questions repeatedly, you will get your ass kicked.
        

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9.  'Your mama wears combat boots' never made sense to me - stop saying it!  If she did, she would most likely be a vet and therefore could kick your ass!
                           
10. Bin Laden and the Taliban are not Communists, so stop saying 'Let's go kill those Commies!'
And stop asking us where he is! Crystal balls are not standard issue in the military.
That reminds me- if you see anyone calling those damn psychic phone numbers, let me know, so I can go kick their ass!
                           
11. 'Flyboy' (*Air Force*), 'Jarhead' (*Marines*),'Grunt' (*Army*), 'Squid' (*Navy*), 'Puddle Jumpers' (*Coast Guard*), etc., are terms of endearment we use describing each other.
Unless you are a service member or vet, you have not earned the right to use them.  Using them could get your ass kicked.
        
                  
12.  Last, but not least, whether or not you become a member of the military, support our troops and their families. Every Thanksgiving and religious holiday that you enjoy with family and friends, please remember that there are literally thousands of soldiers, sailors, marines and airmen far from home wishing they could be with their families.

Thank God for our military and the sacrifices they make every day. Without them, our country would get it's ass kicked.
                           
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God Bless America!

XOXO
Me


                           

Land of the Free, Home of The brave

Friday August 11, 2006 - 05:19am (CDT)
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And so I have used the title entry from my July 4th post- But I do think that it is appropo for this email I received from Duane this morning... And it is also MORE than appropriate with respect to what happened in the UK yesterday- And we will never know exactly how many lives were saved- How many disaster have been averted...

Credit where credit us due: Thank you Tony Blair for being proactive enough, and for having enough chutzpah to integrate all these ideals to spare the lives of our friends, family members, copatriots and compadres ... To have under your direction- (and with our blessings), people with more than half a brain; and that KNOW how to use it too...


As many of you already know I am both very deeply Christian, and exceedingly patriotic too- Having lived through the entire Vietnam War, and era; and seeing images and names flashed on the old black and white televison set in my younger days... I haven't forgotten...


I am sorry that this bloody "conflict" in Iraq is ongoing, but like the song says, we must all stand together...

God Bless America...

And grow up for Gods sakes, when you hear the National Anthem...



REMOVE ANY NON-MILITARY ISSUE HEADGEAR.

  • STAND UP.
  • SHUT UP.
  • PUT YOUR RIGHT HAND OVER YOUR HEART- OR
  • SALUTE YOUR FLAG.
  • KNOW THE WORDS-
  • (and try to learn WHY they were written)...
  • SHOW RESPECT FOR THE FLAG-
  • FOR OUR VETERANS...
  • AND PRAY FOR THOSE WHO ARE SERVING US
  • and PRESERVING OUR FREEDOMS
  • AS WE SIT HOME AND WRITE/READ/THINK/PRAY...

XOXO,
Anne


Friday August 11, 2006 - 05:19am (CDT)


PV2 KLEIN, SEAN
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Address effective May 15, 2008

Memorial Day 2007

G'Morning Friends...

Please...

If you are going to be going to any parades etc...

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Remove your hats.
Celebrate the flag.
Honor your veterans by getting up off your arses to see them pass.
Salute.
Cheer.
Cry.
Remember always...
And teach your children what Memorial Day is truly about...
Do anything but gather candy.
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I believe the following was written by Danielle Steel...

Just a few words for thought is all; not only for Vietnam, but for all who went before, who are there still, and all who are fighting now to keep us all safe... somehow.

And for all of those who are left only to relive this time and again; in their own minds, their own way, their own war with themselves... Believe only, They ARE in our own world.

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THE BOYS WHO FOUGHT IN NAM
Passed hand to hand,
the wishes,
the dreams,
the hopes of an entire generation...
An entire nation,
sent to war.
A score of old men,
leading our boys to die
while we watched in horror
in pain...
...and in disbelief
that we had to lose
so many of our boys...
Thier toys barely left behind.
Their eyes so young,
so bright
and so full of hope.
The fight so long,
so sad.
The pain so bad.
The wounds so deep.
Until at last
our young men sleep
in their Makers arms again.
Their names...
...carved in stone.
never to come home;
never to touch our tears again
Lest we forget...
Lest we grow old...
Our hearts must never be so cold.
We must run and hide.
We must remember...
...them...
...The boys who died.
Let it not be in vain.
Let us not forget the pain
the cries,
the agonies,
the braveries,
the heroes
and the smiles
The time that was
so long ago,
across so many miles...
In a land so bright
so green
Caught in a place
just inbetween
hope and lies
We must remember still.
We must promise that
we will always touch their hearts
While we still can
REMEMBER FRIENDS...
The boys who died,
who lived,
who cried...
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These Boys Who Fought in Nam
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Have a safe and honorable day...

XOXO
Anne