Somehow I stumbled onto this site and saw the name Dan Doyle - hopefully. This is Captain Dan Doyle who ran the Vet Center in Richmond Va. He, along with Dr. John Slattery, saved my life and my family. I just lost my wife of almost 45 years to cancer and was wishing for someone like them. These two men got me "Bach on track", have given me a wonderful life. Gentlemen, than you and I hope your lives have been as blessed as mine.
Our ex-army men and people, who have served our nation in any sense, surely deserve honor and immense respect. Our government runs many programs for the further betterment and improvement of their lives or their families by running many services like jobs and loans. There are certain portals which fast-forward this process by acting as catalyst about the awareness of such programs and picking such opportunities. There are these online portals where one can learn more about benefits provided by the United States Military for their turn our men and women. There are programs which help the spouse or the family of the ex-army men or men associated with other defense services. These portals will tell about the job fair. There are education benefits especially for military education and loans available with associated benefits also for veterans and by subscribing to these online portals, one can get access to such information or facilities through newsletters. There are certain discounts available as well. Security jobs for veterans are available otherwise as well as many corporates trust veterans suitable for such jobs. These portals list such jobs also and help veterans to reach the right place at right time. This is essential to make the life of veterans worthy of living as associated honor in being a veteran might not be sufficient at times to run the family or just being the family of a veteran will not fetch money to earn the living, at times. So as per the skills and interest of the veteran or his family members, these portals can help them get the right, relevant and related job or other information. One of the executive at Military Connection told us,” We provide all the latest information about federal jobs available as well as corporate listings. One just needs to register at www.militaryconnection.com to get an access.”
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.
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 of war. I see more clearly now, for in silence there is a vast echo of screaming... and gunfire...and dying men... dying friends! How can I be here and almost always there?
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 bodies everywhere death is all around me. Shapes are coming shapes everywhere shapes coming at me so many shapes Help me!!
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.