He was getting old and paunchy And his hair was falling fast, And he sat around the Legion, Telling stories of the past. Of a war that he once fought in And the deeds that he had done, In his exploits with his buddies; They were heroes, every one. And …Read More »
— Author unknownThe soldier stood and faced his God Which must always come to pass…He hoped his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass. “Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you?Have you always turned the other cheek?To My Church have you been true?” The soldier squared his …Read More »
-- Author Unknown
'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone
in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give
And to see whom in this home did live.
I looked all about. A strange sight I did see
No Tinsel. No presents. Not even a tree.
No stocking by the mantle just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
A sober thought came through my mind.
-- Author Unknown
I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps I
will get a short nap,' I thought.
Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation. "Where are
you headed?" I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.
By Jack Graham [Publisher’s Note: This story is sad, but TRUE… about a U.S. soldier who lived in Boonville, NY and was killed in Iraq. It’ It is taken from a letter written by Senior Investigator Jack Graham of the New York State Police to fellow members of the NY …Read More »
Date: Week before Christmas, 2004
Place: Central Texas