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    • There's a bunch of these out there. This one just happens to have been viewed over 12 million times. I wonder where this girl learned to cross her heart and respect the flag? Any ideas?
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    • Daddy's Poem

      Her hair was up in a pony tail,
      her favorite dress tied with a bow.
      Today was Daddy's Day at school,
      and she couldn't wait to go.
      But her mommy tried to tell her,
      that she probably should stay home
      Why the kids might not understand,
      if she went to school alone.
      But she was not afraid;
      she knew just what to say.
      What to tell her classmates
      of why he wasn't there today.
      But still her mother worried,
      for her to face this day alone.
      And that was why once again,
      she tried to keep her daughter home..

      But the little girl went to school
      eager to tell them all.
      About a dad she never sees
      a dad who never calls.
      There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
      Children squirming impatiently,
      anxious in their seats
      One by one the teacher called
      a student from the class.
      To introduce their daddy,
      as seconds slowly passed.
      At last the teacher called her name,
      every child turned to stare.
      Each of them was searching,
      a man who wasn't there.

      'Where's her daddy at?'
      She heard a boy call out.
      'She probably doesn't have one,'
      another student dared to shout.
      And from somewhere near the back,
      she heard a daddy say,
      'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
      too busy to waste his day.'

      The words did not offend her,
      as she smiled up at her Mom.
      And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on.
      And with hands behind her back,
      slowly she began to speak.
      And out from the mouth of a child,
      came words incredibly unique.

      'My Daddy couldn't be here,
      because he lives so far away.
      But I know he wishes he could be,
      since this is such a special day.
      And though you cannot meet him,
      I wanted you to know.
      All about my daddy,
      and how much he loves me so.
      He loved to tell me stories
      he taught me to ride my bike.
      He surprised me with pink roses,
      and taught me to fly a kite.
      We used to share fudge sundaes,
      and ice cream in a cone
      And though you cannot see him.
      I'm not standing here alone.

      'Cause my daddy's always with me,
      even though we are apart
      I know because he told me,
      he'll forever be in my heart'
      With that, her little hand reached up,
      and lay across her chest.
      Feeling her own heartbeat,
      beneath her favorite dress.

      And from somewhere there in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in
      tears.
      Proudly watching her daughter,

      who was wise beyond her years.
      For she stood up for the love
      of a man not in her life.
      Doing what was best for her,
      doing what was right.
      And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the
      crowd.
      She finished with a voice so soft,
      but its message clear and loud.

      'I love my daddy very much,
      he's my shining star.
      And if he could, he'd be here,
      but heaven's just too far.

      You see he is a Marine
      and died just this past year
      When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
      and taught Americans to fear.
      But sometimes when I close my eyes,
      it's like he never went away.'
      And then she closed her eyes,
      and saw him there that day.

      And to her mother's amazement,
      she witnessed with surprise.
      A room full of daddies and children,
      all starting to close their eyes.

      Who knows what they saw before them,
      who knows what they felt inside.
      Perhaps for merely a second,
      they saw him at her side.

      'I know you're with me Daddy,'
      to the silence she called out.
      And what happened next made believers,
      of those once filled with doubt.

      Not one in that room could explain it,
      for each of their eyes had been closed.
      But there on the desk beside her,
      was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
      And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her
      shining star.
      And given the gift of believing,
      that heaven is never too far.

      They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to
      appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget
      them.

      Take the time...to live and love.

      Until eternity.

      God bless

      There must be many children in the same boat as this little girl.
      Thanks to our servicemen and women and their families for the sacrifice they are
      making to keep our country Free.
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    • Spent most of the day at the ballpark. Youngest son had American Legion practice in the morning, then filled in for middle son keeping score in the evening while the youngest was umping. In between I grilled for lunch and I spent the afternoon doing yard work with my oldest son, so that helps make the wife happy. :)
      The road to glory cannot be followed with much baggage.
      Richard Ewell, CSA General
    • Astro wrote:

      Spent most of the day at the ballpark. Youngest son had American Legion practice in the morning, then filled in for middle son keeping score in the evening while the youngest was umping. In between I grilled for lunch and I spent the afternoon doing yard work with my oldest son, so that helps make the wife happy. :)
      Nice all American day!
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    • milkman wrote:

      Astro wrote:

      Spent most of the day at the ballpark. Youngest son had American Legion practice in the morning, then filled in for middle son keeping score in the evening while the youngest was umping. In between I grilled for lunch and I spent the afternoon doing yard work with my oldest son, so that helps make the wife happy. :)
      Nice all American day!
      Baseball, Hot Dogs (and Hamburgers), and Apple Pie (wife made one). :)

      But I must confess I did not drive a Chevrolet. :(
      The road to glory cannot be followed with much baggage.
      Richard Ewell, CSA General
    • Astro wrote:

      milkman wrote:

      Astro wrote:

      Spent most of the day at the ballpark. Youngest son had American Legion practice in the morning, then filled in for middle son keeping score in the evening while the youngest was umping. In between I grilled for lunch and I spent the afternoon doing yard work with my oldest son, so that helps make the wife happy. :)
      Nice all American day!
      Baseball, Hot Dogs (and Hamburgers), and Apple Pie (wife made one). :)
      But I must confess I did not drive a Chevrolet. :(
      Served 6000 meals between Friday and Monday. The busiest shift was lunch on Sunday where we did 950.
      Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.
      Dr. Seuss Cof123
    • max.patch wrote:

      this guy had a fun memorial day.


      I've never thought wrapping oneself in the flag to be a patriotic display, but then again, I remember that the Flag Code has items like:

      • The flag should not be used as part of a costume or athletic uniform, except that a flag patch may be used on the uniform of military personnel, firefighters, police officers, and members of patriotic organizations.
      • The flag should never touch anything beneath it.
      Yes, I'm old.
      I'm not lost. I know where I am. I'm right here.
    • milkman wrote:

      I wonder where this girl learned to cross her heart and respect the flag? Any ideas?
      The only thing I can gather you mean by that is her stance and the position of her hand during the National Anthem. She didn't "cross her heart" she simply held her right hand in front of her heart in a fist holding a pom-pom. Looked like that's what the cheerleaders do at that school as a manner of putting their hand over their heart. I see no problem at all with it.

      I can't help but wonder how the hell she didn't recognize her father the times she turned around and looked right at him, or seemed to be.
      Do your duty in all things. You cannot do more, you should never wish to do less. - Robert E. Lee
    • This might irk a few folks, but oh well.

      It bugs me on Memorial Day when people want to recognize "the troops" or veterans or any other term for someone who served/is serving but is alive. Memorial Day is to honor and remember those who gave their lives in defense of our nation. It cheapens that (in my nowhere close to humble opinion) to be all-inclusive.



      We've gotten entirely TOO all-inclusive in this country. Everyone doesn't need recognized because one group gets it. It's OKAY to let someone stand out/shine/be the center of attention. It's okay to acknowledge that there are winners and--GASP--losers in sports; even kids' sports. If anyone gets asshurt over not being recognized/included/losing, they can kick rocks.

      We have Veteran's Day to recognize those of us who served.
      Do your duty in all things. You cannot do more, you should never wish to do less. - Robert E. Lee
    • Decoration Day honored the dead.

      When it was renamed Memorial Day, it honored both the dead and the living. The custom of flying the colors at half-staff until noon, and then hoisting them to the peak, originated in that time.

      Then Armistice Day came along, celebrating victory in the War to End All Wars. (Which, of course, failed to do so.)

      And then things got sorted out so that Memorial Day honors the dead, and Veteran's Day honors the living.

      Except that we retain the custom with the flag at half-staff for half the day.

      And in the meantime, I know some Johnny Rebs who don't celebrate anything at the end of May, because they don't celebrate a war they didn't win.
      I'm not lost. I know where I am. I'm right here.
    • Chris Kyle: Amen
      This is from a wife of one of the Navy Seals in attendance. It makes interesting, disturbing, but hardly surprising reading.

      Chris Kyle became the armed services number #1 sniper of all time. Not something he was happy about, other than the fact that in so doing, he saved a lot of American lives.

      Three years ago, his wife Taya asked him to leave the SEAL teams because he had a huge bounty on his head by Al Qaeda. He did, and then wrote the book "The AmericanSniper." 100% of the proceeds from the book went to two of the SEAL families whohad lost their sons in Iraq.

      That was the kind of guy Chris was. He formed a company in Dallas to train military, police and I think firemen, how to protect themselves in difficult situations. He also formed a foundation to work with military people suffering from PTSD. Chris was agiver not a taker. He, along with a friend and neighbor, Chad Littlefield, were murdered trying to help a young man who had served six months in Iraq and claimed to have PTSD. Now I need to tell you about all of the blessings.

      Southwest Airlinesflew in any SEAL and their family from any airport to the funeral free of charge. The employees donated buddy passes and one lady worked for four days without much of a break, to see that it happened. Volunteers were at both airports in Dallas to drive them to the hotel.

      The Marriott Hotel reduced their rates to $45 a night and cleared the hotel for only SEAL's and families.
      The Midlothian, TX Police Department paid the $45 a night for each room. I would guess there were about 200 people staying at the hotel, 100 of whom were SEALs.

      Two large buses were chartered (an unknown donor paid the bill) to transport people to the different events, and they also had a few rental cars (donated).
      The police and secret servicewere on duty 24 hours during the stay at our hotel.

      At the Kyle house,the Texas DPS parked a large motor home in front to block the view from reporters. It remained there the entire five days for the SEALs to meet in and so they could use its restroom instead of the bathroom in the house.

      Taya, their two small children and both sets of parents were staying in the home. Only a handful of SEALs went into the home, as they had different duties and meetings were held sometimes on a hourly basis.
      It was a huge coordination of many different events and security. Derek was assigned to be a Pall Bearer, to escort Chris' body when it was transferred from the Midlothian Funeral Home to the Arlington Funeral Home, and to be with Taya. A tough job. Tayaseldom came out of her bedroom. The house was full with people from the church and other family members who would come each day to help. I spent one morning in a bedroom with Chris' mom and the next morning with Chad Littlefield's parents (the other man murdered with Chris). A tough job.

      George W Bush and his wife Laura met and talked to everyone on the Seal Team one-on-one. They went behind closed doors with Taya for quite a while. They had a prayer with us all. You could tell when people were sincere and caring.

      Nolan Ryansent his cooking team, with a huge grill and lots of steaks, chicken and hamburgers. They set up in the front yard and fed people all day long, including the200 SEALs and their families.

      The next day a local BBQ restaurant set up a buffet in front of the house and fed us all once again. Food was plentiful and all were taken care of. The family'schurch kept those inside the house well fed.


      JerryJones,the man everyone loves to hate, was a rock star. He and his wife made sure that we all were taken care of...Class! He donated the use of Cowboy Stadium for the services because so many wanted to attend. The charter busestransported us to the stadium on Monday at 10:30 am. Every car, bus, motorcycle was searched with bomb dogs and police. I am not sure if kooks were making threats trying to make a name for themselves or if so many SEALs in one place was a security risk; I don't know. We willingly obliged. No purses went into the stadium!

      We were taken to The Legends room high up and a large buffet was available. That was for about 300 people. We were growing. A Medal of Honor recipient was there, plus lots of Secret Service and police and Sarah Palin and her husband. She looked nice. This was a very formal Military Service. It started at 1:00 pm and when we wereescorted onto the field I was shocked. We heard that about 10,000 people had come to attend also. They were seated in the stadium seats behind us. It was a beautiful and emotional service. The Bagpipe and Drum Corps were wonderful, and The Texas A&M Men's Choir stood through the entire service and sang right at the end. We were all in tears.

      The next day was the 200-mile procession from Midlothian, TX to Austin for the burial. It was a cold, drizzly and windy day, but the people were out.

      We had dozens of police motorcycles riders, freedom riders, five chartered buses and lots of cars . You had to have a Pass to be in the procession and still it was huge.

      Two helicopterscircled the procession with snipers sitting out the side door forprotection. It was the longest funeral procession ever in the state of Texas. People were everywhere! The entire route was shut doen ahead of us, with people lined up on the side of the road the entire way!
      Firemen were down on one knee, police officers were holding their hats over their hearts, children waved flags and veterans saluted as we went by.

      Every bridge had fire trucks with large flags displayedfrom their tall ladders, people all along the entire 200 miles were standing in the cold weather.It was so heartwarming to see.
      Taya rode in the hearse with Chris' body so Derek rode the route with us. I was so grateful to have that time with him.

      The service was at Texas National Cemetery. Very few are buried there and you have to apply to get in. It is like people from the Civil War, Medal of Honor winners, a few from the Alamo and all the historical people of Texas.
      It was a nice Service, and the Freedom Riders surrounded the outside of the entire cemetery to keep the crazy Church people from Kansas who protest at Military Funerals away from us.
      Each SEAL put his Trident (metal SEAL badge) on the top of Chris' casket, one at a time. A lot hit it in with one blow. Derek was the only one to take four taps to put his in, and it was almost like he was caressing it as he did it. Another tearful moment.

      After the Service Governor Rick Perry and his wife, Anita, invited us to theGovernor's mansion. She stood at the door, greeted each of us individually, and gave each of the SEALs a coin of Texas. She was a sincere, compassionate, and gracious hostess. We were able to tour the ground floor and then went into the garden for beverages and BBQ. So many of the Seal team guys said that after they get out of the Military, they are moving to Texas. They remarked that they had never felt so much love and hospitality. The charter buses then took the guys to the airport to catch their return flights. Derek just now called, and after a 20 hours flight he is back in his spot, in a dangerous land on the other side of the world, protecting America.

      We just wanted to tell you of the events of a quite emotional, but blessed week."

      To this day, no one in the White House has ever acknowledged Chris Kyle, his service, his death, his duty, his generosity, his caring or his life. However, the President can call a sports person and congratulate him on his bravery for announcing to the world that he is gay.

      He can say on national televisionthat someone, a man who has committed a crimeand was shot by police in the line of duty, would have made him a good son.

      The SEALS have asked that you please keep this message moving, if youthink Chris Kyle would have made a good son.
      I may grow old but I'll never grow up.