Veterans Day

November 11, 2010 at 12:20 pm (Holidays and Special Events Posts)

Love today goes out to the Veterans of the United States of America also to those of Australia on this their Remembrance Day. Being Australian-American I have to show love to both sides, proudly might I add. Today is Veterans Day and I for one am proud to be the daughter of a Marine Corp Veteran. Semper Fi rings true to those jarheads more than anyone knows and the old adage “once a marine, always a marine” too. I will not go into detail on all I feel for the brave men and women who fight for their country, their families and their freedom. It is a soft spot with me, as I think Veterans today don’t get half the respect they deserve. I love these Veterans; those who fought in wars, and those who prepared too if they were called. My heart weeps for their sacrifice today and remembers their loyalty and faithfulness to God and Country.

A Nation’s Strength
Walt Whitman

Not gold, but only man can make
     A people great and strong;
Men who, for truth and honor’s sake,
     Stand fast and suffer long.

Brave men who work while others sleep,
     Who dare while others fly —
They build a nation’s pillars deep
     And lift them to the sky.

 
The Still Fighting Veteran
Jessica Hastings

Even when our shores are not wrought with war,
men and women take up arms to be ready for one.
In between these wars we remember well,
Vietnam and Korea and World War 1,
there are still men and women who answer the call
to prepare for what may some day come.

Mothers weep for sons and daughters,
Children dressed in green, blue and white,
Walking away from their empty arms,
Tall, proud, brave, a soldier
Evident by their high and tight.

They rise up amidst their battle call,
Running to defend and protect
Their country, their family, their freedom,
All of them ready to give their all.
Some returned, some remained,
Other still fight to this day.

Those who are home, what have they left?
Pride upon their backs, pain in their hearts,
Burdens weighing wearily upon them
Nightmares and dreams that torment and remember
Hidden to civilians who don’t know the cost
Or what they have forsaken

“You were not there, you do not know”
Ready to jump from their lips,
As they stand and listen to the sign holders
And nay sayers who glare and curse
So unwilling to in a soldiers shoes take a trip

So returning again to a mother’s arms,
She looks at a son different some how,
Down her cheek slides a tear he brushes aside
“Do not weep for me, I am not here,
My heart still fights by my brother’s side”

Semper Fi.

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Labor Day for Writers

September 6, 2010 at 2:53 pm (Holidays and Special Events Posts)

Happy Labor Day Folks!

Maybe some of you are enjoying a nice palooza event  with the kids, soaking up the last rays of the summer sun and tasting blueberry snowcones on your tongue, picking off the flecks of powdered sugar from your pants; thanks to a funnel cake…

or maybe you are a writer.

Maybe you are still bleeding over your keyboard and trying “unsuccessfully” to overcome your writer’s block, or maybe your fingers are flying over the keys because your muse has inspired your mojo and it is flowing freely; You just can’t take a break for fear of breaking this magical moment. Nah, that’s not you or you wouldn’t be reading this.

Seriously though, do readers get a labor day? Intellectual work is still laborious work. Our fingers cramp, our backs hurt from too many hours in the office chair (or on the floor), our bodies get exhausted. But do we take the time to have a vacation day? Do we, writers, actually stop or do we continue to push ourselves past the point of no return? Without us, what would other people read on their labor day vacation? Without us, progress of the written word would be halted. We are a needed group.

    We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
    For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
    Shall be my brother;  – Shakespeare

And we sure do shed our blood for the goof of the world. Without us, literature would cease, without us prose would not exist. We are story-tellers, we are informers, we are history recorders, and we bleed over our work. We pour all that we are into our work, if we don’t then we are nothing. Anais Nin was not lying when she said:

“If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.”

Ernest Hemingway knows what I am talking about, or maybe I know what he meant when he said:

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”

So, while others enjoy the last days of summer, we happy few will dig into the imaginations we live in and bleed onto the pages until something worth reading pops out. We will continue to labor, sometimes in vain, but labor nonetheless, and on Labor Day when hard work is honored, we will work all the harder. And remember that even though we are alone in our works, we are together in the world.

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Versatile Blogger Award

July 8, 2010 at 9:07 pm (Holidays and Special Events Posts)

The amazing and inspiring romance author; Leigh D’Ansey recently awarded me the Versatile Blogger Award. Not only is this my first ever blogging honour, but to be awarded this title from a romance author of Leigh’s class…well that just beats all. Thank you, thank you Ms D’Ansey. So, according to the rules (as mentioned on Leigh D’Ansey’s Blog) I have to write seven random things about me. So, without further adieu:

1. I want to own my own book shop…some day.
2. My Great-grandfather was an olympian, a runner. Everyone in my family runs…I don’t.
3. I would rather travel than live in one place.
4. I like eating chocolate and drinking tea while reading.
5. I love storms…thunder, lightning, rain; BEAUTIFUL.
6. I like spiking my adrenaline with jet-skis, fast cars etc.
7. I really love my dogs; Chala and Reese and hope to adopt more into the family.

Ok, so now that you know somethings about me, I have to complete one more thing in order to officially accept this award… I have to share the love. I am now going to pass the award onto some blogs I love and think you will love too.

So, check these out and congratulate them on becoming the new recipients of the Versatile Blogger Award:

Delicacies  – This is a blog of some serious delicacies, some of which are forbidden in polite conversation 🙂

Dawn Treader  – This blog is by a friend I love dearly…Miss Jennifer Neyhart.

Pocket Full of Words  – by Holly Lisle…be sure to join her newsletter for writing tips.

Cafe Book Club – This is a community blog that everyone should check out.

Good job guys on winning the Versatile Blogger Award.

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Funny Creative Writing Prompt

July 8, 2010 at 6:37 pm (Holidays and Special Events Posts)

This creative writing prompt was sent to me via email today and I just had to share it. This is hilarious…or at least I thought so anyway.

A Creative Writing  professor told his class one day: “Today we will experiment with a  new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each  person will pair off with the person sitting next to his or her  desk.

As homework tonight, one of you will write the  first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner  that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read  the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story  and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The first  person will then add a third paragraph, and so on  back-and-forth.

Remember to re-read what has been written  each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be  absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish  to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both  agree a conclusion has been reached.”

The following was  actually turned in by two of his English students:  

Rebecca (PINK)

Bill (BLUE). 

THE STORY: 

(first paragraph by Rebecca)

At first, Laurie  couldn’t decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which  used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded  her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he  liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her  mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she  thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So  chamomile was out of the question.

(second paragraph by Bill)

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl  Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4,  had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an  air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one  sweaty night over a  year ago. “A.S. Harris to Geostation  17,” he said into his transgalactic communicator. ” Polar orbit  established. No sign of resistance so far…” But before he could  sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted  a hole through his ship’s cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit  sent him flying out of his seat and across the  cockpit.

(Rebecca)

He bumped his head and died almost  immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for  psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings  for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its  pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4.  “Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel,”  Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously  excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of  her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with  no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her  sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her.  “Why must one lose one’s innocence to become a woman?” she  pondered wistfully.

(Bill) 

Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to  live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu’udrian mothership  launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted  wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament  Treaty through the Congress had left Earth a defenseless target  for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy  the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty  the Anu’udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough  firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop  them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium  fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded.. The President,  in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor  off the coast of Guam , felt the inconceivably massive explosion,  which vaporized even poor, stupid Laurie.

(Rebecca)

This is  absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My  writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate  adolescent.

( Bill) 

Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered tedious  neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of  Valium. ” Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some  other sort of F–KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I’m such  an air headed bimbo.  I guess I’ve read too many Danielle  Steele novels!”

(Rebecca)

A$$h@le.

(Bill) 

B*tch!

(Rebecca)

F*** YOU – YOU  NEANDERTHAL!!

(Bill) 

In your dreams, Ho. Go drink some tea.

(TEACHER)

A+- I really  liked this one

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Once a Marine Always a Marine

May 31, 2010 at 11:41 am (Holidays and Special Events Posts)

It’s Memorial Day, What can a Marines daughter do but write about the Marines. Here are some quotes by and from Marines, some sayings and some pictures to help us remember the fallen by making us laugh too.

Marine Sniper — You Can Run But You Can’t Hide

What Part of Marine Don’t you Understand

We Don’t Care How You Do It In The Navy

To Boldly Go Where A FEW GOOD MEN Have Gone Before

“Marines are about the most peculiar breed of human beings I have ever witnessed. They treat their service as if it were some kind of cult, plastering their emblem on almost everything they own, making themselves up to look like insane fanatics with haircuts to ungentlemanly lengths, worshipping their Commandant almost as if he were a god, and making weird animal noises like a band of savages. They’ll fight like rabid dogs at the drop of a hat just for the sake of a little action, and are the cockiest sons of bitches I have ever known. Most have the foulest mouths and drink well beyond man’s normal limits, but their high spirits and sense of brotherhood set them apart and, generally speaking, the United States Marines I’ve come in contact with are the most professional soldiers and the finest men I have ever had the pleasure to meet.” –An Anonymous Canadian Citizen

“The safest place in Korea was right behind a platoon of MARINES. Lord, how they could fight!” – US Army Major General Frank Lowe

“They’re on our left, they’re on our right, they’re in front of us, they’re behind us…They won’t get away from us this time!” – USMC Gen “Chesty” Puller

“I come in peace, I didn’t bring artillery. But I am pleading with you with tears in my eyes: If you fuck with me, I’ll kill you all.”
-Marine General James Mattis, to Iraqi tribal leaders

“I want you boys to hurry up and whip these Germans so we can get out to the Pacific to kick the s**t out of the purple-pissing Japanese, before the Godda**ed MARINES get all the credit!”
-Lt General George Patton, US Army 1945

“Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering if they made a difference. The Marines don’t have that problem.” -Ronald Reagan

“Marines don’t die. They go to hell to regroup.”

“The deadliest weapon in the world is a Marine and his rifle.”

A Marine was deployed to Afghanistan. While he was there he received a letter from his girlfriend. In the letter she explained that she had slept with two guys while he had been gone and she wanted to break up with him. AND, she wanted pictures of herself back. So the Marine did what any squared-away Marine would do. He went around to his buddies and collected all the unwanted photos of women he could find. He then mailed about 25 pictures of women (with clothes and without) to his girlfriend with the following note: “I don’t remember which one you are. Please remove your picture and send the rest back.”

“U.S MARINE CORPS is Part of the Navy, the MEN’S DEPARTMENT…”

Marine Mom: I may look harmless, but I raised a Marine.

Scout Sniper: You can run, but you’ll die tired.

When It Absolutely, Positively Must Be DESTROYED Overnight — Call The USMC

Heaven Won’t Take Us and Hell Is Afraid We’ll Take Over

There Are Two Types of People: MARINES and Those Who Wish They Were

For Those Who Fought For It,
Freedom Has A Flavor The Protected Will Never Know

 

The Impossible Is Done With The Lord’s Help And A Few Good Men

Ever wonder why the Marines don’t have a football team like the Army, Navy or Air Force?
We’re here to protect a country, not a quarterback

Women Marines — Fewer and Prouder

Force Recon — Penetrates Deeper, Stays Longer
And Carries A Bigger Load

Pain Is Only Temporary, Pride Is Forever

USMC — We Do Not Promise You A Rose Garden

And On The Seventh Day When GOD Rested,
We Overran His Perimeter And Stole The Globe,
We Stole The Eagle From The Air Force,
The Anchor From The Navy,
The Rope From The Army,
And Have Been Protecting Our Shores Ever Since.

The US Air Force Chief-of-Staff would never be called — Airman
The Chief-of-Naval Operations would never be called — Sailor
The Commanding General of The US Army would never be called — Soldier
BUT the Commandant of the Marine Corps would be proud to be called — Marine

Marines Pull Duty In Heaven, Who Else Would God Trust

Marines Only Fear God, No Others

Unless You’re Dead, You’re Not A Former Marine

We’re Marines, We took Iwo Jima
Baghdad ain’t shit, Gen. Kelly, USMC

America, Home of the Free Because of the Brave

Why in hell can’t the Army do it if the Marines can. They are the same kind of men; why can’t they be like Marines.
Gen. John J. “Black Jack” Pershing, USA; 12 February 1918

I have just returned from visiting the Marines at the front, and there is not a finer fighting organization in the world!
Gen. Douglas MacArthur, USA; Korea, 21 September 1950

We have two companies of Marines running rampant all over the northern half of this island, and three Army regiments pinned down in the southwestern corner, doing nothing. What the hell is going on?
Gen. John W. Vessey Jr., USA, Chairman of the the Joint Chiefs of Staff; during the assault on Grenada, 1983

They told (us) to open up the Embassy, or “we’ll blow you away.” And then they looked up and saw the Marines on the roof with these really big guns, and they said in Somali, “Igaralli ahow,” which means “Excuse me, I didn’t mean it, my mistake.”
Karen Aquilar, in the U.S. Embassy; Mogadishu, Somalia, 1991

Come on, you sons-of-bitches! Do you want to live forever?
GySgt. Daniel J. “Dan” Daly, USMC; near Lucy-`le-Bocage as he led the 5th Marines attack into Belleau Wood, 6 June 1918

Gone to Florida to fight the Indians. Will be back when the war is over.
Col. Archibald Henderson, USMC (CMC); in a note pinned to his office door, 1836

 

Here are some sayin’s from Marines to Marines:

When you have secured an area, don’t forget to tell the enemy.

Never draw fire, it irritates everyone around you.

           No combat ready unit ever passed an inspection.

           No inspection ready unit ever passed combat.

Fortify your front and you’ll get your rear shot up.

If your sergeant can see you, so can the enemy.

Anything you do can get you shot, including nothing.

Whenever you lose contact with the enemy, look behind you.

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Remembering the Soldiers

May 31, 2010 at 10:54 am (Holidays and Special Events Posts)

Today is Memorial, a day for us to take the time to remember the brave men and women who have fought and died for our freedom. I am not going to talk much, I think silence is the best way to go on a day like this. I know the cost and I am grateful to the brave, My Dad is a Marine and all I can say is…Semper FI!

However I am going to include some poems and jokes for your entertainment that give honor to our Armed Forces.

“Through His Eyes I’ve Seen”

Author: Victor A. Giagrante
Dedicated to the past and present Men and Women
of the United States Marine Corps.

Many years ago, in 1969
I was a lad of 19, doing mighty fine.

Out of school and working, for United States Steel
Pockets full of money, going for every meal.

Driving my 67 Chevy, with a worked 396
Getting pretty popular with all the local chicks.

I was cool and lucky. I thought I had it all
Then I watched a Marine walk past, it made my skin crawl.

He looked to be 40, gray around the side
His eyes were filled with something, also in his stride.

I started a conversation. Said he was looking mighty fine.
He then told me his age, he had just turned 29.

“12 months in ‘Nam,” he said, with an icy stare
“Death, destruction and sorrow, nothing can compare.”

He turned and walked away, without even saying good-bye
It made me really angry, but that Marine began to cry.

“Hey Marine!” I yelled, “I thought you guys were tough and taught how to kill.”
“I guess you must be the only one, who just can’t fit the bill.”

With that he turned and said, almost in a scream
“You can’t judge a man, until through his eyes you’ve seen.”

I laughed a nervous laugh and by him I walked around
He just stared and watched me walk away, never made a sound.

As I lay in bed that night, wondering what it was like
Death, destruction and sorrow, the unknowing air strike.

I thought of that Marine, I really don’t know why
I couldn’t get him out of my mind, then I started to cry.

The next day when I woke up, I talked to my Dad
I told him of the Marine and how he was feeling so sad.

He said, “My son, I’ve been there, when I was young like you”
“It wasn’t Vietnam, it was called World War II.”

I was on Iwo Jima for the raising of the flag
As I was placing my buddy in a body bag.

“He was right, my son. Those things must be seen.”
“I never want to do it again, but I’m proud to be a Marine.”

“It’s something I can’t explain, no one ever will”
“But that Marine was right, and yes, he fit the bill.”

When I left the house that day, I was full of frustration
The next thing I knew, I was at the recruiting station.

I ended up in Vietnam. At the time I was only 19.
I thought of what my Dad had said, and that sad and doleful Marine.

Four years later, as I was walking down the street
This friend of mine said, “Here’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

My friend said this guy was once a Marine. So I had to set him straight.
“Once a Marine, Always a Marine,” I didn’t hesitate.

But the person he wanted me to meet, never made a sound
He just kept looking at me, eyeing me up and down.

He then said, “It’s been a long time my friend. There are things I know you’ve seen.”
“Tell me, do you feel different now that you’re a Marine?”

No words had to be spoken. I had nothing else to say.
Now I remembered him from that long ago day.

It’s been thirty years, since I went away
But memories of Vietnam, will always be here to stay.

So if you’re on the street and see a Marine go walking by
Don’t be afraid to look at them directly in the eye.

And say, “Thank you my friend for all that you have done.”
“For if it weren’t for people like you, we’d still be on the run.”

From Iwo Jima, the Gulf and even in Desert Storm
Make all the Marines that come home, feel welcome and warm.

For I’m sure there’s a friend or two, they had to leave behind
But the memories will always be there, in the back of their mind.

If you know of someone who’s been “THERE”, be kind and not mean
Because you can’t judge a man until, through his eyes you’ve seen

Remember Them
By Jeff Hooker

Lying here beneath this ground
Never again to make a sound
When alive, they were so brave

And carried honor into the grave

They were all the best of men
Courage earned by all of them
Medals pinned upon their chest
At last the peace, of final rest

In the ranks they stood so strong
Voices raised in battle songs
Marching forward defying fear
For the land they loved so dear

On that final Judgement Day
When they all stand up to say
We gave up all we owned you see
At duties call to set men free

So when the flag waves in the wind
If but a moment, Remember Them
For they all paid the final cost
So freedoms truth, would not be lost.

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