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RISE AND SHINE VETERANS CALL YOUR REPRESENTATIVES AND SENATORS WHO IS THE BOARD OF VETERAN AFFAIRS COMMITTEE IN WASHINGTON, DC PASSED A NEW VETERAN BENEFIT LAW WHICH IS IF A VETERAN IS 1OO PERCENT SERVICE CONNECTED SHOULD BE GO TO A CLINIC BELIEVE OR NOT THE THEIIR IS NOT ONE WORKS AS A COSMETIC DENTISTRY DENTIST THAT KNOWS HOW TO PUT IN G4IMPLANTS BUT THEY ARE CLINICS THAT DOES LIKE CLEAR CHOICE BUT THEY WANT THE MONEY UPFRONT FROM THE VETERANS ADMINISTRATION SO PLEASE VETERANS REALLY TRY TO CONVINCE ALL REPRESENTATIVES AND SENATORS WHO IS ON THE BOARD OF VETERAN AFFAIRS COMMITTEE IN WASHINGTON, DC PASSED A NEW VETERAN BENEFIT LAW PAID THE MONEY UPFRONT IF THE DISABLED VETERAN WHO IS COLLECTING 100 PERCENT BECAUSE IT WASN'T FOR VETERANS WE WOULD NOT BE CALL UNITED STATES PLUS IT'S TIME FOR DISABLED VETERANS WHO IS DISABLED COLLECTING 100 PERCENT SERVICE CONNECTED HAVE A NEW VETERAN BENEFIT IN PLACE.
My father was stationed at Oakland Army Base when I was 11 yrs old. There was not a lot to do on this base for kids. So I decided I would make money polishing boots for the GI's. My dad had taught his kids how to polish his boots. At that time he had 5 girls and 1 son. I would sit under the shade tree between the PX and the church . There I would sit and talk and polish these GI,s boots. At the time I had no concept of how young they were. Nor did I ever think some would not come home, because my dad had came home twice . Through the years since I have often thought of them and have always prayed they all made it home. I remember how they talked about there families they were leaving behind. And even as a child I knew how sad they were but also how brave and proud they were to go.
I made enough money to buy my shoe shine kit at the PX. Got in trouble a few times for being late for dinner . but have the best childhood memory ever. Thank you for letting me share this story and God Bless all those young men and their loved ones they left behind.
Oh my God, they're coming again!
I'm so very scared…I don't want to die!
I look over the lip of my hole and see
the gray floating shapes below
shapes moving from tree to tree
shapes moving up the hill
shapes moving to kill me
shapes moving to take away my dreams
I raise my rifle and aim at a floating shape below
now closer…now more clear
I pull the trigger and a shape falls to the ground
grasping at itself
Other shapes…clearer still are coming at me
shooting at me
throwing grenades at me
coming for me
I can see the smoke from the barrels of their rifles
feel the closeness of the passing bullets
the concussion of their exploding grenades
the screech of passing rockets
the wail of their trumpets
the shriek of their whistles
I'm screaming and shaking with fear
but I aim carefully at shapes below
pulling the trigger…over and over again
Can't miss…almost out of ammo
can't miss…can't waste a round
there are shapes everywhere
so many shapes
God help me - please
I squeeze the trigger but noting happens
Oh God - I'm out of ammo!!!
I pull the magazine from my rifle and reach for another
I search and can't find one…panic, panic, panic
I find one…my last, and jerk it into place
Aim and fire, aim and fire and fire and fire
more shapes falling to the ground
death is all around me.
Shapes are coming
shapes coming at me
so many shapes
Another night of old terrors!!
Misty dreaming with the Raven of War
upon my shoulder, speaking of all life
that has been lost and of all the death that
has been lived.
Where have you gone my Scouts,
my friends, my brothers?
Why am I alone in my return from
where none can ever return?
I no longer weep for myself, I weep
for all that have seen the horrors
I see more clearly now, for in silence
there is a vast echo of screaming...
and gunfire...and dying men...
How can I be here and almost
For My Scouts
I have built a house within my heart
where all of my deceased Highland Scouts live.
The house is a permanent home, built on stilts,
though the windows are draped in black
and the tenants are never coming back.
Grief is mine…and I am selfish…
I hoard their memories with relish.
Inside are stored essences of each
...of good times and bad
of all the things that have been.
I can lift the curtains when I am lonely
and they all laugh and live again…
Many of my Scouts have lived there a
long time…with a Black Panther
painted upon their doors.
Inside I can hear their laughter
and my tears fall upon the floor…
yes I am a ww2 survivor and thanks to our American troops I am in this blessed country and a proud citizen since 1960. It is because American men and woman where willing to fight and set my home country free. It saved my life. As they than moved into Germany they where giving out candy to us children. We had not seen candy in several years much less sufficient amounts of food. So I remember standing on the running board of those big tanks and receiving bread cheese and candy, Wau to us that was like gold. I will never ever forget those happenings. so today I thank every veteran that I see, most now wear those caps/ specially the few ww2 veterans that are left. I have met several while shopping at Walmart. I am a PROUD AMERICAN TODAY AND LOVE THIS COUNTRY AND ITS PEOPLE WITH ALL OF MY HEART. Thank you America
Growing up, I heard stories of my Uncle Raymond Marsh, because no one shared my hair color, except my Uncle Raymond,a Purple Heart Medal Hero, combat fatality just days before end of WWII, shared my red hair. And mama Shared his letters even last one (as letters always took awhile to arrive you see). Letters described how he walked for miles to hear a sermon, about his wet feet and need for "galoshes," and of how much he missed his bride, Julia, who he married just before he left.
Back in that era,since he was the only male of 5 children with older father of poor health, it could have been requested that Uncle Raymond not serve when drafted, but remain home, but he and his father thought he should serve.
Mama shared the last letter, the Christmas before he was killed by a sniper in Luxembourg, tearfully, Mama had a bullet proof New Testament on lay away, making payments on it, and was to make the last payment and send it for its arrival by Christmas and then a letter came asking if she could please send him "galoshes" for his cold wet feet as a Christmas present. My mama didn't have the money to afford both and the store allowed her to place the lay away money from the bullet proof New Testament onto the galoshes to send.
Upon death, personal items returned included his New Testament with a bullet hole in it. Mama was unsure then if he had even received the Christmas galoshes and then the last letter arrived describing how much he appreciated the galoshes and how they were keeping his feet dry. Then, she knew the bulletproof New Testament would have arrived before his death and could have saved him, She would explain to me God has a plan for everyone, and not God's plan for Uncle Raymond to return, but remember him.
Therefore, I searched out his Arlington cemetery grave, share his story proudly, serve veterans, and have a red headed son that I imagine looks like my Uncle Raymond, the war hero.
I have many stories to share being a Career Marine Vietnam Widow but am choosing today to relate one of my father-in-law that is surely representative of most Veterans. My father-in-law was an Army CWO5 of 27 years when he was medically retired with terminal cancer. His wife (2nd), was a Major with 20 years as a nurse retired at the same time to take of him. The two of them had been best friends with another Army Officer for many years and had served together during Korea and Vietnam. He was the only one still in but they kept in frequent touch with him.
A few months after being home, my father-in-law received a middle of the night phone call telling him to prepare his gear for both cold and hot conditions as he was being called back in for a very important assignment. Someone be there to pick him up within minutes. He immediately started packing his gear (that he, of course, hadn't disposed of) and his wife helped him. No questions asked.
When he was in his uniform, he sat in their foyer with bags ready to go.
There was a knock at the door and when opened, there was their good friend. He had pulled one last prank on my father-in-law....it was just something they had always done all the years they knew each other. He passed a few months later.
To me, it was sheer dedication and sacrifice for my father-in-law to raise up from his sick bed to be ready because his country needed him.
R.I.P. CWO5 Robert E. Tully Sr.
On Valentine’s Day, 2006, I was deployed to Iraq, during my 10-year tour as a Military Police Officer in the US Army, when my vehicle was struck by an Improvised Explosive Device. My leg was instantly severed, and I suffered a movement disorder, traumatic brain injury, 3rd-degree burns, multiple back injuries, and PTSD. Recovery from my injuries was a long and dark road, and I fell into a severe depression. During recovery, my occupational therapist suggested that I find a hobby that used my fine motor skills. In the beginning, my motor skills were incredibly compromised, and stringing a large wooden bead with a leather rope proved near impossible. My grit and tenacity kept me moving, and I learned everything I could about the craft while practicing every day. Jewelry-making became my glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. Amazingly, within a year, my movement disorder had almost disappeared! My new hobby turned into an insatiable passion, and now, a business. I'm so grateful for the opportunities I have to tell my story. I've been featured on the CNN Morning Show, Dr. Oz Show, Cosmopolitan and Glamour and Woman's World magazines among others. I am a member of Manufacturing Jewelers & Suppliers of America (MJSA), as well as the South Texas BBB and the Women's Jewelry Association (WJA). I am also the recipient of the 2016 Veteran's Grant from the WJA.
I encourage sharing my testimony with as many media outlets as humanly possible, because the word has to get out that the Men and Women who have or are protecting our way of life are truly hurting and need help now NOT tomorrow, because for 22 veterans it will be too late.
In summation, it was very difficult to put my troubled past in ink for all to read. That particular period in my life was by far the most painful, depressing, and psychological damaging time of my life, but I felt the need to share my story to let my fellow Comrades know death is not the only option. If you do not trust me that’s ok but please trust in the LORD. It is my belief that if you truly do, your life will turn around for you. I will be praying for you…