
Hey sis! Hope your Monday is going great. I'm still thinking about the story idea you were talking about Friday night and crossing fingers and toes that you do it someday! Mwahahaha
Fallin' behind, eh?
I hope it's all good!
yes i tend to make up my own words, LOL.) They were such a handful for the days I was watching them. Then again who could resist having them lay on the couch with you
well I must be off, take care. peace out...
they are so sweet! Diva is just soooo cuteness...
He so DOES NOT want to piss the KELLER in me off!
Tagged ya! Hahaha, yeah, B, that's me. Hope I meet your graphic expectations! So glad to have you around SharBear
Sad And ReflectiveIt takes twenty years or more of peace to make a man; it takes only twenty seconds to destroy him. Baudouin I, King of the Belgians.
Today, I am thinking about my POW and how lucky I am that my daddy came home from Viet Nam. I got on line to find out if there was any more information out there on Staff Sergeant Craig M. Dix. His Huey helicopter was shot down with several others exactly 34 years ago this month, March 17 to be exact. And it is the same year I was born. My dad had all ready come home.
I found several web sites. One even had a picture. He was just 21 years old in March of 1971 when he was taken. I found out his birthday is 12/5/1970. He was a handsome, blonde, all American boy and should have been home enjoying one of his first legal beers and hitting on the local skank at the bar. He should have gotten to grow up.
I wonder who went to tell his mom and dad. Are they still waiting for their son to come home? Was he married? Does he have a child, maybe near my own age, who never got to see their daddy? Who still misses him now, other than me? Does he have family to pray for him each night?
I’m sure, after 34 years, he is no longer a prisoner. My rational mind knows that. It would be wonderful if this were some fairy tale land where he could be returned to his family and friends. The reality is some miserable pieces of garbage have kept him. They deny him even the dignity of a burial. To deny his family of mourning has to be the most despicable thing anyone can do.
He was spotted, shot in the ankle and trying to evade capture. That was the last time he was ever seen. I wonder how long he suffered. Was there anyone in the Cambodian hospital where he was last seen who gave a damn? How frightened he must have been. I am a fan of “Touched By An Angel” and hope that an angel like Andrew was there to hold his hand.
I wear his name on my bracelet, and do so proudly. I rarely take it off. I owe him my respect and admiration. He gave his all for this country and I can’t imagine a bigger sacrifice. I am proud of him and all the other service men and women who fight for us every day… That’s my patriotic rant.
Peace Out
Truly inspiring Shari. You have to be one of the most patriotic people I know. I'm proud to call you BF!
Wow! Minutes ago, my eyes were half way shut but I thought I'd drop by and see how ya'll doin'... As I read your post, I felt so moved. Hugs to you.