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For Christian American readers of this blog:


I wish to incite all Christians to rise up and take back the United States of America with all of God's manifold blessings. We want the free allowance of the Bible and prayers allowed again in schools, halls of justice, and all governing bodies. We don't seek a theocracy until Jesus returns to earth because all men are weak and power corrupts the very best of them.
We want to be a kinder and gentler people without slavery or condescension to any.

The world seems to be in a time of discontent among the populace. Christians should not fear. God is Love, shown best through Jesus Christ. God is still in control. All Glory to our Creator and to our God!


A favorite quote from my good friend, Jack Plymale, which I appreciate:

"Wars are planned by old men,in council rooms apart. They plan for greater armament, they map the battle chart, but: where sightless eyes stare out, beyond life's vanished joys, I've noticed,somehow, all the dead and mamed are hardly more than boys(Grantland Rice per our mutual friend, Sarah Rapp)."

Thanks Jack!

I must admit that I do not check authenticity of my posts. If anyone can tell me of a non-biased arbitrator, I will attempt to do so more regularly. I know of no such arbitrator for the internet.











Saturday, February 17, 2018

Incredible tribute to Martha Raye ... Thx Paul C!

Subject: A story worth sharing.:

In case you didn't know!  

 
Incredible!  Where have all of the entertainers like this gone??
 
 
It was well recognized that Martha Raye endured less comfort more than any other Vietnam entertainer. 
 
 The most unforgivable oversight of TV is that her shows were not taped.
 
I was unaware of her credentials or where she is buried. Somehow I just can't see Brittany Spears, Paris Hilton, or Jessica Simpson doing what this woman and the other   USO women, including Ann Margaret & Joey Heatherton did for our troops in past wars. Most of the old time entertainers were made of a lot sterner stuff than today's crop of activist bland whiners.
 
The following is from an Army Aviator who takes a trip down memory lane: "It was just before Thanksgiving '67 and we were ferrying dead and wounded from a large GRF west of Pleiku. We had run out of body bags by noon, so the Hook (CH-47 CHINOOK) was pretty rough in the back. All of a sudden, we heard a 'take-charge' woman's voice in the rear. There was the singer and actress, Martha Raye, with a Special Forces beret and jungle fatigues, with subdued   markings, helping the wounded into the Chinook, and carrying the dead aboard.  Maggie' had been visiting her Special Forces (SF) 'heroes' out 'west.'  We took off, short of fuel, and headed to the USAF hospital pad at Pleiku. As we all started unloading our sad pax's, a USAF Captain said to Martha.... "Ms Raye, with all these dead and wounded to process, there would not be time for your show!"
 
To all of our surprise, she pulled on her right collar and said "Captain, see this Eagle? I am a full 'Bird' in the US Army Reserve, and on this is a Caduceus' which means I am a Nurse, with a surgical specialty.... now, take me to your wounded!"
He said, "Yes ma'am.... follow me."
Several times at the Army Field Hospital in Pleiku, she would 'cover' a surgical shift, giving a nurse a well-deserved break.
Martha is the only woman buried in the SF   (Special Forces) cemetery at Ft Bragg.

Children of the Greatest Generation ... Thx Paul C!


 CHILDREN OF THE GREATEST GENERATION
(and their children - so they will understand)

 Born in the1930s and early 40s, we exist as a very special
 age cohort. We are the Silent Generation.


We are the smallest number of children born since the early 1900s. We are
the "last ones."

We are the last generation, climbing out of the depression,
who can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war which
rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.
We are the last to remember ration books for everything
from gas to sugar to shoes to stoves.
We saved tin foil and poured fat into tin cans.
We saw cars up on blocks because tires weren't available.
We can remember milk being delivered to our house early in the morning and
placed in the milk box on the porch.
We are the last to see the gold stars in the front windows of our grieving
neighbors whose sons died in the War.
We saw the 'boys' home from the war, build their little houses.
We are the last generation who spent childhood without
 television; instead, we imagined what we heard on the radio.
 As we all like to brag, with no TV, we spent our childhood "playing outside.
We did play outside, and we did play on our own.
There was no little league. There was no city playground for kids.
The lack of television in our early years meant, for most of us, that we
had little real understanding of what the world was like.
On Saturday afternoons, the movies, gave us newsreels of
the war sandwiched in between westerns and cartoons.
Telephones were one to a house, often shared (party Lines) and hung on
the wall.
Computers were called calculators, they only added and were hand cranked;
typewriters were driven by pounding fingers,throwing the carriage, and
changing the ribbon.
The internet and GOOGLE were words that did not exist.

Newspapers and magazines were written for adults and the news was
broadcast on our table radio in the evening by Gabriel Heatter.
We are the last group who had to find out for ourselves.
As we grew up, the country was exploding with growth.
The G.I. Bill gave returning veterans the means to get an
education and spurred colleges to grow.
VA loans fanned a housing boom.
Pent up demand coupled with new installment
payment plans put factories to work.
New highways would bring jobs and mobility.
The veterans joined civic clubs and became active in politics.
The radio network expanded from 3 stations to thousands of stations
Ou rparents were suddenly free from the confines of the depression and the
war, and they threw themselves into exploring opportunities they had never
imagined.
We weren't neglected, but we weren't today's all-consuming family focus.
They were glad we played by ourselves until the street lights came on.
They were busy discovering the post war world.
We entered a world of overflowing plenty and opportunity; a world where we
were welcomed.
We enjoyed a luxury; we felt secure in our future.
Depression poverty was deep rooted.
Polio was still a crippler.
The Korean War was a dark presage in the early 50s and by mid-decade
school children were ducking under desks for Air-Raid training
Russia built the Iron Curtain and China became Red China .
Eisenhower sent the first 'advisers' to Vietnam.
Castro set up camp in Cuba and Khrushchev came to power.
We are the last generation to experience an interlude when there were no
threats to our homeland.
We came of age in the 40s and 50s. The war was over
and the cold war, terrorism,global warming and
perpetual economic insecurity had yet to haunt life with unease.
Only our generation can remember both a time of great
war, and a time when our world was secure and full of bright 
promise and plenty.
We have lived through both.
We grew up at the best possible time, a time when
the world was getting better. not worse.
We are the Silent Generation-"The Last Ones"
More than 99 % of us are either retired or deceased, and
we feel Privileged, Honored and Humbled to have"lived in the best of
times"!

A Time To Kneel ... Thx Paul C and Ted Nugenbt!


I don't think I've ever read anything more powerful than this piece.
 
It was written by Ted Nugent - yes, THAT Ted Nugent.
 
 
A time to kneel
 
 
Written by Ted Nugent
 
 
Take a little trip to Valley Forge in January. Hold a musket ball in your fingers and imagine it piercing your flesh and breaking a bone or two. There won't be a doctor or trainer to assist you until after the battle, so just wait your turn. Take your cleats and socks off to get a real experience.
 
  Then take a knee.
 
 Then, take a knee on the beach in Normandy where man after American man stormed the beach, even as the one in front of him was shot to pieces .... the very sea stained with American blood. The only blockers most had were the dead bodies in front of them, riddled with bullets from enemy fire.
 
 Take a knee in the sweat soaked jungles of Vietnam. From Khe Sanh to Saigon ... anywhere will do. Americans died in all those jungles. There was no playbook that told them what was next, but they knew what flag they represented. When they came home, they were protested as well, and spit on for reasons only cowards know.
 
 Take another knee in the blood drenched sands of Fallujah in 110 degree heat .. Wear your Kevlar helmet and battle dress. Your number won't be printed on it unless your number is up! You'll need to stay hydrated but there won't be anyone to squirt Gatorade into your mouth. You're on your own.
 
There are a lot of places to take a knee where Americans have given their lives all over the world. When you use the banner under which they fought as a source for your displeasure, you dishonor the memories of those who bled for the very freedoms you have That's what the red stripes mean. It represents the blood of those who spilled a sea of it defending your liberty.
 
 While you're on your knee, pray for those that came before you, not on a manicured lawn striped and printed with numbers to announce every inch of ground taken .. but on nameless hills and bloodied beaches and sweltering forests and bitter cold mountains .. every inch marked by an American life lost serving that flag you protest.
 
 No cheerleaders, no announcers, no coaches, no fans ... just American men and women ... delivering the real fight against those who chose to harm us ... blazing a path so you would have the right to "take a knee." You haven't any inkling of what it took to get you where you are ... but your "protest" is duly noted. Not only is it  disgraceful to a nation of real heroes, it serves the purpose of pointing to your  ingratitude  for those who chose to defend you under that banner that will still wave long after your jersey is retired.
 
 If you really feel the need to take a knee, come with me to church on Sunday and we'll both kneel before Almighty God. We'll thank Him for preserving this country for as long as He has. We'll beg forgiveness for our ingratitude for all He has provided us. We'll appeal to Him for understanding and wisdom. We'll pray for liberty and justice for all...because He is the one who provides those things. But there will be no protest. There will only be gratitude for His provision and a plea for His continued grace and mercy on the land of the free and the home of the brave. It goes like this .. GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!
 
 

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