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A Few of FR's Finest....Every Day......Nov 12 & 13th -07....Military Tribute
Billie, The Mayor

Posted on 11/11/2007 7:22:01 PM PST by The Mayor







A Few of FR's Finest November 11, 2001

So many people have written me since my original Veteran's Day Tribute, asking how they, or a loved one, could be included in that tribute. Since I could no longer add the photos to the body of the thread, I have been including them here as I receive enough to make another collage.
I think there's never been a better nor more appropriate time to keep the faces of our own Veterans and Active Military in front of FReepers--every day! That's why I wanted to do yet another Daily Thread .....ABOUT FReepers .....and FOR FReepers. But not only about our Military FReepers; for all FReepers! Wouldn't it be nice to get to know a few of the other FReepers as well? That's why we've created a place for just that. This is a friendly room in JimRob's house where FReeper FRiends can gather every day and just say hello if that's all they want to do.
We have featured different FReepers, with a little background information on who they are and what makes them who they are, along with a few photos you might not have seen on other threads; sometimes others write an essay for us to post as the feature for the day; sometimes our presentation is a human interest story found elsewhere that you might not have read; sometimes special holiday threads; but whatever the topic of the day, it is always with FR's Finest in mind and that is YOU!
Every Monday we post the photos of FR's Military Personnel that I have collected and put into groups; these will be available to view through a link the remainder of the week - every day just a click away. :)   If you would like to add a photo of yourself or a loved one in the military, past or present, please let me know; I will hold it until I have enough for a new group.
Thank you, and please have fun with us...every day!

~ Billie ~

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Thank You For Serving Our Country!

TOP: Logos, SwedeGirl's hubby, Neil E Wright, FallGuy, 1John, Sneakypete
MIDDLE:  T'wit, COB1, LadyX, Dick Bachert, 68-69TonkinGulfYatchClub
BOTTOM:  YankeeinSC, Delta21, JoeSixPack1



TOP:  Bosniajmc, AFVetGal, Archy, A Navy Vet
MIDDLE:  4TheFlag, Aeronaut, 68Grunt, Xinga
BOTTOM:  Codger, AAABest, Clinton's A Liar, Duke809, dcwusmc



TOP:  mc5cents, Norb2569, LBGA's son, VanJenerette
MIDDLE:  Jim Robinson, KJenerette, davidosborne, KG9Kid
BOTTOM:  gwmoore, Equality7-2521, SAMWolf



TOP:  porgygirl, Phil V., MudPuppy, NorCoGOP
MIDDLE:  RaceBannon, Neets, rdb3, jwTexian
BOTTOM:  USMC Vet, TheMayor, Vineyard, rhododogma



TOP:  g'nad, AgThorn's son Justin, SLB, AgThorn's son Brett.
MIDDLE:  fish70, razorback-bert, CheneyChick,Leroy S Mort, Mark17.
BOTTOM:  Terry's Take, Taxman, DinkyDau.



TOP:  ValerieUSA's son Grant, SK1Thurman, kd5cts, RangerVetNam,
dansangel and .45man's son-in-law Tony
BOTTOM:  rangerX, Old China Hand, Trish, Howlin's dad, Mustang



TOP: ohioWfan's son, MamaBear's father-in-law, MamaBear's dad, ladtx
MIDDLE:  The Mayor's niece, M.Kehoe, Beach_Babe's son-in-law
BOTTOM:  deadhead's dad, HiJinx, Severa's hubby, viligantcitizen's granddad.



TOP:  spectr17, RightOnline, SERE_Doc, Tet68.
MIDDLE:  FutureSnakeEater, RightOnline's wife, CIApilot, Clamper1797
BOTTOM:  usmcobra, onedoug, DiverDave, Joe6-pack



TOP:  Q6-God, Scan59, Mama Bear and JKPhoto's son, ofMagog.
MIDDLE:  Big'ol_freeper, JustAmy's great uncle, Prodigal Son.
BOTTOM:  JustAmy's husband, JustAmy's brother-in-law, JustAmy's brother.



TOP:  dakine's wife, MeeknMing's dad, Auntbee's nephew, MilitiaMan7, AlasBabylon.
BOTTOM:  Joe Brower, Temple Owl, Temple Owl's wife, dutchess' dad, Aomagrat.



TOP:  ladtx #2 son; DiverDave's twin Don; petuniasevan and husband
poorman; Mustard; ladtx #1 son;
BOTTOM:  AlamoGirl's brother Floyd; AG's dad; AG's brother Jim (inset);
WVNan's husband; ladtx' Aunt Eva.



TOP: Mo1's dad; BuffyT's Uncle (right, w/ her dad & grandmother); Armymarinemom's 3 sons.
MIDDLE: ru4Liberty's dad; SheLion's husband, MaineRebel; wirestripper.
BOTTOM: fivetoes; bigghurtt; hurricane; ladtx' dad; Pippin's brother.



TOP: Repubmommy's brother, Rose in RoseBear's uncle, BoxerBlues' son Chris, BoxerBlues' son Brent.
BOTTOM: Rose in RoseBear's cousin's hubby, Deadhead's stepdad, Dansy's dad, Misty's brother.



LEFT: Little Pig; TOP: hattend, Old Sarge, Aquamarine's dad.
MIDDLE: HuntsvilleTxVeteran.
BOTTOM: Its_me_K.E.T.'s son, Veloxherc, SeeRushToldU_So.



TOP: DollyCali, Wheelbarrow, DollyCali's dad, DollyCali's brother, Jen's Mom's daughter Jen.
MIDDLE: Warthogtjm dad & Warthogtjm, SoldiersPrayingMom's son jmpmstr4u2,
Indy Pendance's daughter, Agthorn's dad.
BOTTOM: Tupac, GulfWar1Vet, SandRat, JRios1968.



TOP: Jaxter, mystery-ak's son, mystery-ak's husband.
MIDDLE: skimask's son, silent_jonny's dad, dwhole2th's son, jackv's son.
BOTTOM: Jen's Mom's father, txradioguy.









FR FINEST
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THE WEEKEND THREAD

11-9,10-11-07....
T.G.I.F. at the Finest

Opinions by our own 'King of Ping'
Every Thursday at the Finest
The guy's good, folks!




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I Pledge Allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America
and to the Republic for which it stands,
one Nation under God,
indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.


1 posted on 11/11/2007 7:22:05 PM PST by The Mayor
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To: ST.LOUIE1; Billie; dutchess; DollyCali; GodBlessUSA; Mrs Mayor; Mama_Bear; Aquamarine; JustAmy; ...




Below are names of some of our FReepers' loved ones who are serving our country. If you have someone you would like to add, please address a post to Billie; Dutchess; dollycali;The Mayor; GodBlessUSA; JustAmy, and we will add their name to this list. As we pray for them, we pray also for all our nation’s leaders, and military personnel, and their families and friends. May God hold them close to His heart.


gator girl........................husband
severa.......................... brother
Maigrey.........................cousin
mystery-ak...........son, husband
Inspectorette.......................son
Blessed American..........nephew
Slip18..........................nephew
Diver Dave........niece, nephew
ConspiracyGuy........2 nephews
Pippin............niece's husband
sneakers..........................son
weldgophardline.................son
weldgophardline.....brotherinlaw
jamaly.................brotherinlaw
Future Snake Eater.......cousin
WaterDragon............grandson
WaterDragon...........son-in-law
kimmie7......................brother
LadyX (RIP)..............grandson
fawn796......................nephew
ValerieUSA..................2 sons
Lakeside......................2 sons
LakeLady....................nephew
Spruce......................daughter
Leofl.................................son
chena...............................son
Hope and Glory..................son
TheMayor...............friends'son
Doug from Upland.......soninlaw
homeschoolmama........nephew
ariamne...................2 cousins
mhking.........................cousin
Consort.................2 daughters
Consort...................son-in-law
gonzo...................friend's son
visualops.................Son, cousin
auboy..........................cousin
painter........................nephew
jrushing.............................son
LoneRedRanger...brother-in-law
Ladysmith.nephew, friend's son
tina07......soninlaw & his friend
MontanaCowgirlCop......brother
nelibeli........................nephew
Misty4jc.....................husband
Colorado Slim..............nephew
Tapatio....................2 nephews
ProudAFDad......................son
Alouette.............................son
Katydidnt...........................son
Zechariah_8_13....brother-in-law
Zechariah_8_13.............cousin
PreviouslyA-Lurker........brother
sheeza.......................husband
kemathen7..................husband
Q6-God..................twin brother
Q6-God....................active duty
Warrior Nurse...........active duty
SK1 Thurman...........active duty
David Osborne..........active duty
fc2tomschermuly......active duty
bkwells....................active duty
LongCut...................active duty
cjk...........................active duty
Trish........................active duty
ODC-GIRL................active duty
AF_Blue...................active duty
thumperusn..............active duty
Veloxherc.................active duty
Don Simmons...........active duty
wingnutx...................active duty
CGblue.....................active duty
bigghurtt...................active duty
frankiep....................active duty
veeceeque................active duty
JRios1968................active duty
NoLongerFreeState...active duty
CMS........................active duty
JemiansTerror...........active duty
Hoosiersailor...........active duty
txradioguy..................active duty tongue-tied. .............active duty
vigilante2.....son,& adopted soldier
NavySEAL F-16................son
Jaxter.....................son-in-law
2ndDivisionVet..........brotherinlaw
2ndDivVet.....former stepdaughter
GrandEagle ............... friend-Tim
DebWisconsin....................nephew
JarhedAirmanPatriot.........brother
athelass.......two sons and two nephews
DCBryan1................Active Duty
oneolcop.....................son
ItsForTheChildren........2 nephews
SoldierDad....son, nephew, neice, cousin
OhioWfan................................son
marsh2............nephew
ladtx..................................2 sons
Its_me_K.E.T.........................son
ak_daddoo........................nephew
Dubya............................nephew
LBGA (RIP)..........................son
katykelly..............................son
Armymarinemom................3 sons
american_ranger.....................son
cookcounty.............................son
Himyar....................................son
SpookBrat........................nephew
SpookBrat........................cousin
boxerblues........................2 sons
the piper..............................son
Tiffee4Bob......................boyfriend
TexKat.......................son, step-son
StarCMC.............................brother
Darheel...............................niece
Donaeus...........................nephew
BeAllYouCanBe........................son
Repubmommy........................brother
AgThorn................................2 sons
kneezles.................................son
RoseinRoseBear.....cousin's hubby
Atomic Conspiracy......half-brother
Atomic Conspiracy...........nephew
Atomic Conspiracy..............niece
Sunflowergal....................grandson
mrstank..............................husband
MrsMike31........................husband
spotbust1............................husband
campfollower............................fiance
LUV W........................................son
SilentServiceCPOWife........husband
DirtyHarryY2K......................daughter
DirtyHarryY2K................son-in-law
Skimask.....................................son
Palladin...............................grandson
MississippyMuddy...................sister
MississippyMuddy........2 nephews
Kramster...............................stepson
Socratic.............................nephew
freema.......................nephew, son
Azbushgal..............................son
kimmykay.................................son
NavySEAL F-16........................son
Ike..........................................son
repubmom...............................son
wolfcreek..........................daughter
JesseJane ...........................cousin
Roses0508..............................son
pmmd81..................................son
SoldiersPrayingMom.................son
WakeUpandVote..................brother
Skyraider.................................son
CyberAnt...........................nephew
mrs tiggywinkle...................cousin
Jen's Mom........................daughter
Meg33.............................grandson
911angelady........................2 sons
Nadine...............................nephew
U S Army EOD.................daughter
thehumanlynx...........brother-in-law
JFC..................................nephew
Earthdweller......................nephew
Scubachick.......................husband
ChairmanDec19thSociety ..brotherinlaw
Anthem............................2 cousins
meanie monster .........family friend
PragmaticWarrior..........2 nephews
Sageb1...........................3 cousins
JulieRNR21.........friend's grandson
SuzyQue...mom,2 sons,3 brothers
weeder1...........................nephew
IndyPendance..daughter,soninlaw
fatima.....................granddaughter
Lori from Long Island....soninlaw
monkeyface..........two grandsons
redhead...................grandnephew
varina davis................ ...Grandson
Rivendell.......................daughter
W.W.Smith...........................son
Gonzo........................Son-in-law
USMCWife6869...........Husband
AgThorn & Lily4Jesus......son
jackv...............................Son
Anne of DC.......niece's husband
GulfWar1Vet...........two cousins
TINA KIRBY...................Son
dwhole2th ......................Son
TADSLOS......................Son
Katydidnt...................son
Trooprally .................. son
Edgewood Pilot...son, 2 nephews
Diver Dave............cousin
007girl...................nephew
arbee4bush .............daughter
PERKY2004..........husband





2 posted on 11/11/2007 7:23:03 PM PST by The Mayor ( A man's heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.—Proverbs 16:9)
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To: The Mayor

3 posted on 11/11/2007 7:30:58 PM PST by Aquamarine
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To: Aquamarine

Amen! Thank you Aqua...


4 posted on 11/11/2007 7:32:57 PM PST by The Mayor ( A man's heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.—Proverbs 16:9)
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To: The Mayor

Evenin’ Mayor.

‘Twas a great Veteran’s Day in my neighborhood. When our pastor’s message is posted on the church website, I’ll send you a link.


5 posted on 11/11/2007 7:45:03 PM PST by Diver Dave
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To: The Mayor; Billie; dutchess; DollyCali; ST.LOUIE1; JustAmy; GodBlessUSA; Mrs.Nooseman; ...


Michael Kamen~Band of Brothers (Main Theme)

USAF Concert Band~Armed Forces Medley

Tony Ramey~Heroes in the Field

6 posted on 11/11/2007 7:59:58 PM PST by LUV W (Friendship is neither a contest nor a race. What matters is the feeling involved. <3)
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To: The Mayor
I watched the Ceremony on Fox today, and cried like a baby.  I prayed to the Lord to help me get through this day.

I miss him so much and I ask the Lord 'why did you take him from me........why.............'


7 posted on 11/11/2007 8:22:24 PM PST by SheLion (I love Fred Thompson!!!)
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To: The Mayor

8 posted on 11/11/2007 8:26:49 PM PST by SheLion (I love Fred Thompson!!!)
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To: SheLion; The Mayor

A story that I just had to make sure was read by people that would appreciate it:
http://austinbay.net/blog/?p=1852

Rough language warning(rough men ensure the safety of our sensibilities.)

11/10/2007
A conversation in Bagram, Afghanistan
Filed under: — site admin @ 3:48 pm
DATELINE: Bagram Air Force Base, Afghanistan November 9, 2007

Yesterday in Afghanistan an Air Force lieutenant colonel and I started one of those “well I don’t know anybody and I’ve got to waste some time” chats. We were in the midst of a large crowd –a whole lot of chatting going on about life back in Kansas and how great it is in California. I could tell the man was tired....

Read the rest here: http://austinbay.net/blog/?p=1852


9 posted on 11/11/2007 10:09:05 PM PST by Uriah_lost ("I don't apologize for the United States of America," -Fred D Thompson)
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To: SheLion

{{{{{ SheLion }}}}}


10 posted on 11/12/2007 1:48:07 AM PST by DollyCali (Don't tell GOD how big your storm is -- Tell the storm how B-I-G your God is!)
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To: DollyCali
Thank you Dolly!  I needed that!!


11 posted on 11/12/2007 1:52:28 AM PST by SheLion (I love Fred Thompson!!!)
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To: All
Please spread the word to folks who know vets or ARE vets..

The Golden Corral buffet chain is once again giving Vets a free buffet:http://www.goldencorral.com/milit Appreciation Monday November 12, 2007 For the past 6 years, Golden Corral has been honoring the US Military with a free "thank you" dinner and beverage at any Golden Corral restaurant on Military Appreciation Monday (first Monday after Veteran's Day).

This year, Golden Corral has designated Monday, November 12, 2007, from 5 to 9 pm, to honor any person who has ever served in the United States Military.

Golden Coral Link


12 posted on 11/12/2007 1:52:51 AM PST by DollyCali (Don't tell GOD how big your storm is -- Tell the storm how B-I-G your God is!)
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To: SheLion

Even over the years the raw feelings of loss & pain will remain. Prayers for you sweetie & the other men & women who visit here who have lost their precious vets.


13 posted on 11/12/2007 1:54:08 AM PST by DollyCali (Don't tell GOD how big your storm is -- Tell the storm how B-I-G your God is!)
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To: ST.LOUIE1; Billie; dutchess; DollyCali; GodBlessUSA; Mrs Mayor; Mama_Bear; Aquamarine; JustAmy; ...

November 12, 2007

Uncommon Beauty

READ: 1 Peter 2:9-17

The Lord takes pleasure in His people; He will beautify the humble with salvation. —Psalm 149:4

For some folks, the word holiness conjures up images of stuffy prudes—people who are “good” in the worst sense of the word, with sullen and morose faces. They are full of self-righteousness and rigid duty, “on hold for the next life,” as a Washington Post writer put it.

Most people long for truth and goodness. Yet that desire can be frustrated by what they see in some Christians, whom they perceive as self-righteous and judgmental. To unbelievers, such “virtue” is far less interesting than vice, with the result that they cling to their vices even though they may hate them. Joy Davidman, the wife of C. S. Lewis, said, “One sanctimonious hypocrite makes a hundred unbelievers.”

Would that the world saw the real thing—that extraordinary quality of life of which Peter speaks—a life so winsome and attractive it will draw others to the Savior (1 Peter 2:12). “If only 10% of the world’s population had [holiness],” C. S. Lewis mused, “would not the whole world be converted and happy before year’s end?”

We can have it! As we yield our lives to God’s Spirit within, we can live lives of uncommon beauty before a watching world. Israel’s poet assures us, “The Lord . . . will beautify the humble” (Ps. 149:4).
 

Beautiful faces are those that seem
With the very love of God to beam;
Beautiful forms are those that grace
With gentle service the lowliest place.  —Anon.

Live so that others will want to know Jesus.


14 posted on 11/12/2007 6:54:03 AM PST by The Mayor ( A man's heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.—Proverbs 16:9)
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To: Diver Dave

Hi DD, Thanks I would love to listen to it.


15 posted on 11/12/2007 7:00:16 AM PST by The Mayor ( A man's heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.—Proverbs 16:9)
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To: LUV W

Mornin Luv, Thank you.


16 posted on 11/12/2007 7:00:44 AM PST by The Mayor ( A man's heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.—Proverbs 16:9)
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To: SheLion


TAPS


Welcome Home

17 posted on 11/12/2007 7:01:32 AM PST by The Mayor ( A man's heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.—Proverbs 16:9)
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To: Uriah_lost

Thank you for the link!


18 posted on 11/12/2007 7:08:33 AM PST by The Mayor ( A man's heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.—Proverbs 16:9)
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To: SheLion

They have our backs, fronts and all around safety, they do their jobs for Love of God, Country and Family. God Bless you.


19 posted on 11/12/2007 7:35:28 AM PST by The Mayor ( A man's heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.—Proverbs 16:9)
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To: The Mayor; ST.LOUIE1; Billie; dutchess; DollyCali; Mrs Mayor; Mama_Bear; Aquamarine; JustAmy; ...

Good morning to all the Finest.

Special day, yesterday ... today, too.

I watched the Vice-President at Arlington ... a beautiful ceremony, had me bawlin’.

Never so proud of my Country, never felt so much love and respect for those who defend Her, and the families who stand behind them.


20 posted on 11/12/2007 8:29:13 AM PST by jwfiv
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To: The Mayor

SR-71 ... at speed.

A fascinating tale of flying the SR-71 spy plane, beautifully written.

In April 1986, following an attack on American soldiers in a Berlin disco, President Reagan ordered the bombing of Muammar Qaddafi’s terrorist camps in Libya. My duty was to fly over Libya and take photos recording the damage our F-111s had inflicted. Qaddafi had established a “line of death,” a territorial marking across the Gulf of Sidra, swearing to shoot down any intruder that crossed the boundary. On the morning of April 15, I rocketed past the line at 2,125 mph.

I was piloting the SR-71 spy plane, the world’s fastest jet, accompanied by Maj. Walter Watson, the aircraft’s reconnaissance systems officer (RSO). We had crossed into Libya and were approaching our final turn over the bleak desert landscape when Walter informed me that he was receiving missile launch signals. I quickly increased our speed, calculating the time it would take for the weapons - most likely SA-2 and SA-4 surface-to-air missiles capable of Mach 5 - to reach our altitude. I estimated that we could beat the rocket-powered missiles to the turn and stayed our course, betting our lives on the plane’s performance.

After several agonizingly long seconds, we made the turn and blasted toward the Mediterranean. “You might want to pull it back,” Walter suggested. It was then that I noticed I still had the throttles full forward. The plane was flying a mile every 1.6 seconds, well above our Mach 3.2 limit. It was the fastest we would ever fly. I pulled the throttles to idle just south of Sicily, but we still overran the refueling tanker awaiting us over Gibraltar.

Scores of significant aircraft have been produced in the 100 years of flight, following the achievements of the Wright brothers, which we celebrate in December. Aircraft such as the Boeing 707, the F-86 Sabre Jet, and the P-51 Mustang are among the important machines that have flown our skies. But the SR-71, also known as the Blackbird, stands alone as a significant contributor to Cold War victory and as the fastest plane ever - and only 93 Air Force pilots ever steered the “sled,” as we called our aircraft.

As inconceivable as it may sound, I once discarded the plane. Literally. My first encounter with the SR-71 came when I was 10 years old in the form of molded black plastic in a Revell kit. Cementing together the long fuselage parts proved tricky, and my finished product looked less than menacing. Glue,oozing from the seams, discolored the black plastic. It seemed ungainly alongside the fighter planes in my collection, and I threw it away.

Twenty-nine years later, I stood awe-struck in a Beale Air Force Base hangar, staring at the very real SR-71 before me. I had applied to fly the world’s fastest jet and was receiving my first walk-around of our nation’s most prestigious aircraft. In my previous 13 years as an Air Force fighter pilot, I had never seen an aircraft with such presence. At 107 feet long, it appeared big, but far from ungainly.

Ironically, the plane was dripping, much like the misshapen model I had assembled in my youth. Fuel was seeping through the joints, raining down on the hangar floor. At Mach 3, the plane would expand several inches because of the severe temperature, which could heat the leading edge of the wing to 1,100 degrees. To prevent cracking, expansion joints had been built into the plane. Sealant resembling rubber glue covered the seams, but when the plane was subsonic, fuel would leak through the joints.

The SR-71 was the brainchild of Kelly Johnson, the famed Lockheed designer who created the P-38, the F-104 Starfighter, and the U-2. After the Soviets shot down Gary Powers’ U-2 in 1960, Johnson began to develop an aircraft that would fly three miles higher and five times faster than the spy plane - and still be capable of photographing your license plate. However, flying at 2,000 mph would create intense heat on the aircraft’s skin. Lockheed engineers used a titanium alloy to construct more than 90 percent of the SR-71, creating special tools and manufacturing procedures to hand-build each of the 40 planes. Special heat-resistant fuel, oil, and hydraulic fluids that would function at 85,000 feet and higher also had to be developed.

In 1962, the first Blackbird successfully flew, and in 1966, the same year I graduated from high school, the Air Force began flying operational SR-71 missions. I came to the program in 1983 with a sterling record and a recommendation from my commander, completing the weeklong interview and meeting Walter, my partner for the next four years. He would ride four feet behind me, working all the cameras, radios, and electronic jamming equipment. I joked that if we were ever captured, he was the spy and I was just the driver. He told me to keep the pointy end forward.

We trained for a year, flying out of Beale AFB in California, Kadena Airbase in Okinawa, and RAF Mildenhall in England. On a typical training mission, we would take off near Sacramento, refuel over Nevada, accelerate into Montana, obtain high Mach over Colorado, turn right over New Mexico, speed across the Los Angeles Basin, run up the West Coast, turn right at Seattle, then return to Beale. Total flight time: two hours and 40 minutes.

One day, high above Arizona, we were monitoring the radio traffic of all the mortal airplanes below us. First, a Cessna pilot asked the air traffic controllers to check his ground speed. “Ninety knots,” ATC replied. A twin Bonanza soon made the same request. “One-twenty on the ground,” was the reply. To our surprise, a navy F-18 came over the radio with a ground speed check. I knew exactly what he was doing. Of course, he had a ground speed indicator in his cockpit, but he wanted to let all the bug-smashers in the valley know what real speed was. “Dusty 52, we show you at 620 on the ground,” ATC responded.

The situation was too ripe. I heard the click of Walter’s mike button in the rear seat. In his most innocent voice, Walter startled the controller by asking for a ground speed check from 81,000 feet, clearly above controlled airspace. In a cool, professional voice, the controller replied, “Aspen 20, I show you at 1,982 knots on the ground.” We did not hear another transmissionon that frequency all the way to the coast.

The Blackbird always showed us something new, each aircraft possessing its own unique personality. In time, we realized we were flying a national treasure. When we taxied out of our revetments for takeoff, people took notice. Traffic congregated near the airfield fences, because everyone wanted to see and hear the mighty SR-71. You could not be a part of this program and not come to love the airplane. Slowly, she revealed her secrets to us as we earned her trust.

One moonless night, while flying a routine training mission over the Pacific, I wondered what the sky would look like from 84,000 feet if the cockpit lighting were dark. While heading home on a straight course, I slowly turned down all of the lighting, reducing the glare and revealing the night sky. Within seconds, I turned the lights back up, fearful that the jet would know and somehow punish me. But my desire to see the sky overruled my caution, I dimmed the lighting again.

To my amazement, I saw a bright light outside my window. As my eyes adjusted to the view, I realized that the brilliance was the broad expanse of the Milky Way, now a gleaming stripe across the sky. Where dark spaces in the sky had usually existed, there were now dense clusters of sparkling stars. Shooting stars flashed across the canvas every few seconds. It was like a fireworks display with no sound.

I knew I had to get my eyes back on the instruments, and reluctantly I brought my attention back inside. To my surprise, with the cockpit lighting still off, I could see every gauge, lit by starlight. In the plane’s mirrors, I could see the eerie shine of my gold spacesuit incandescently illuminated in a celestial glow. I stole one last glance out the window. Despite our speed, we seemed still before the heavens, humbled in the radiance of a much greater power. For those few moments, I felt a part of something far more significant than anything we were doing in the plane. The sharp sound of Walt’s voice on the radio brought me back to the tasks at hand as I prepared for our descent.

The SR-71 was an expensive aircraft to operate. The most significant cost was tanker support, and in 1990, confronted with budget cutbacks, the Air Force retired the SR-71. The Blackbird had outrun nearly 4,000 missiles, not once taking a scratch from enemy fire. On her final flight, the Blackbird, destined for the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum, sped from Los Angeles to Washington in 64 minutes, averaging 2,145 mph and setting four speed records.

The SR-71 served six presidents, protecting America for a quarter of a century. Unbeknownst to most of the country, the plane flew over North Vietnam, Red China, North Korea, the Middle East, South Africa, Cuba, Nicaragua, Iran, Libya, and the Falkland Islands. On a weekly basis, the SR-71 kept watch over every Soviet nuclear submarine and mobile missile site, and all of their troop movements. It was a key factor in winning the Cold War.

I am proud to say I flew about 500 hours in this aircraft. I knew her well. She gave way to no plane, proudly dragging her sonic boom through enemy backyards with great impunity. She defeated every missile, outran every MiG, and always brought us home. In the first 100 years of manned flight, no aircraft was more remarkable.

With the Libyan coast fast approaching now, Walt asks me for the third time, if I think the jet will get to the speed and altitude we want in time. I tell him yes. I know he is concerned. He is dealing with the data; that’s what engineers do, and I am glad he is. But I have my hands on the stick and throttles and can feel the heart of a thoroughbred, running now with the power and perfection she was designed to possess. I also talk to her. Like the combat veteran she is, the jet senses the target area and seems to prepare herself.

For the first time in two days, the inlet door closes flush and all vibration is gone. We’ve become so used to the constant buzzing that the jet sounds quiet now in comparison. The Mach correspondingly increases slightly and the jet is flying in that confidently smooth and steady style we have so often seen at these speeds. We reach our target altitude and speed, with five miles to spare. Entering the target area, in response to the jet’s new-found vitality, Walt says, “That’s amazing,” and with my left hand pushing two throttles farther forward, I think to myself that there is much they don’t teach in engineering school.

Out my left window, Libya looks like one huge sandbox. A featureless brown terrain stretches all the way to the horizon. There is no sign of any activity. Then Walt tells me that he is getting lots of electronic signals, and they are not the friendly kind. The jet is performing perfectly now, flying better than she has in weeks. She seems to know where she is. She likes the high Mach, as we penetrate deeper into Libyan airspace. Leaving the footprint of our sonic boom across Benghazi, I sit motionless, with stilled hands on throttles and the pitch control, my eyes glued to the gauges.

Only the Mach indicator is moving, steadily increasing in hundredths, in a rhythmic consistency similar to the long distance runner who has caught his second wind and picked up the pace. The jet was made for this kind of performance and she wasn’t about to let an errant inlet door make her miss the show. With the power of forty locomotives, we puncture the quiet African sky and continue farther south across a bleak landscape.

Walt continues to update me with numerous reactions he sees on the DEF panel. He is receiving missile tracking signals. With each mile we traverse, every two seconds, I become more uncomfortable driving deeper into this barren and hostile land. I am glad the DEF panel is not in the front seat. It would be a big distraction now, seeing the lights flashing. In contrast, my cockpit is “quiet” as the jet purrs and relishes her new-found strength, continuing to slowly accelerate.

The spikes are full aft now, tucked twenty-six inches deep into the nacelles. With all inlet doors tightly shut, at 3.24 Mach, the J-58s are more like ramjets now, gulping 100,000 cubic feet of air per second. We are a roaring express now, and as we roll through the enemy’s backyard, I hope our speed continues to defeat the missile radars below. We are approaching a turn, and this is good. It will only make it more difficult for any launched missile to solve the solution for hitting our aircraft.

I push the speed up at Walt’s request. The jet does not skip a beat, nothing fluctuates, and the cameras have a rock steady platform. Walt received missile launch signals. Before he can say anything else, my left hand instinctively moves the throttles yet farther forward. My eyes are glued to temperature gauges now, as I know the jet will willingly go to speeds that can harm her. The temps are relatively cool and from all the warm temps we’ve encountered thus far, this surprises me but then, it really doesn’t surprise me. Mach 3.31 and Walt is quiet for the moment.

I move my gloved finger across the small silver wheel on the autopilot panel which controls the aircraft’s pitch. With the deft feel known to Swiss watchmakers, surgeons, and “dinosaurs” (old-time pilots who not only fly an airplane but “feel it”), I rotate the pitch wheel somewhere between one-sixteenth and one-eighth inch location, a position which yields the 500-foot-per-minute climb I desire. The jet raises her nose one-sixth of a degree and knows, I’ll push her higher as she goes faster. The Mach continues to rise, but during this segment of our route, I am in no mood to pull throttles back.

Walt’s voice pierces the quiet of my cockpit with the news of more missile launch signals. The gravity of Walter’s voice tells me that he believes the signals to be a more valid threat than the others. Within seconds he tells me to “push it up” and I firmly press both throttles against their stops. For the next few seconds, I will let the jet go as fast as she wants. A final turn is coming up and we both know that if we can hit that turn at this speed, we most likely will defeat any missiles. We are not there yet, though, and I’m wondering if Walt will call for a defensive turn off our course.

With no words spoken, I sense Walter is thinking in concert with me about maintaining our programmed course. To keep from worrying, I glance outside, wondering if I’ll be able to visually pick up a missile aimed at us. Odd are the thoughts that wander through one’s mind in times like these. I found myself recalling the words of former SR-71 pilots who were fired upon while flying missions over North Vietnam. They said the few errant missile detonations they were able to observe from the cockpit looked like implosions rather than explosions. This was due to the great speed at which the jet was hurling away from the exploding missile.

I see nothing outside except the endless expanse of a steel blue sky and the broad patch of tan earth far below. I have only had my eyes out of the cockpit for seconds, but it seems like many minutes since I have last checked the gauges inside. Returning my attention inward, I glance first at the miles counter telling me how many more to go, until we can start our turn. Then I note the Mach, and passing beyond 3.45, I realize that Walter and I have attained new personal records. The Mach continues to increase. The ride is incredibly smooth.

There seems to be a confirmed trust now, between me and the jet; she will not hesitate to deliver whatever speed we need, and I can count on no problems with the inlets. Walt and I are ultimately depending on the jet now - more so than normal - and she seems to know it. The cooler outside temperatures have awakened the spirit born into her years ago, when men dedicated to excellence took the time and care to build her well. With spikes and doors as tight as they can get, we are racing against the time it could take a missile to reach our altitude.

It is a race this jet will not let us lose. The Mach eases to 3.5 as we crest 80,000 feet. We are a bullet now - except faster. We hit the turn, and I feel some relief as our nose swings away from a country we have seen quite enough of. Screaming past Tripoli, our phenomenal speed continues to rise, and the screaming Sled pummels the enemy one more time, laying down a parting sonic boom. In seconds, we can see nothing but the expansive blue of the Mediterranean. I realize that I still have my left hand full-forward and we’re continuing to rocket along in maximum afterburner.

The TDI now shows us Mach numbers, not only new to our experience but flat out scary. Walt says the DEF panel is now quiet, and I know it is time to reduce our incredible speed. I pull the throttles to the min ‘burner range and the jet still doesn’t want to slow down. Normally the Mach would be affected immediately, when making such a large throttle movement. But for just a few moments old 960 just sat out there at the high Mach, she seemed to love and like the proud Sled she was, only began to slow when we were well out of danger. I loved that jet.


21 posted on 11/12/2007 8:37:33 AM PST by DollyCali (Don't tell GOD how big your storm is -- Tell the storm how B-I-G your God is!)
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To: SheLion

22 posted on 11/12/2007 8:37:34 AM PST by Kitty Mittens (To God Be All Excellent Praise!!)
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To: The Mayor
Praying for our Heroes who Keep us Protected and Safe. God Bless and Keep our Country Always!


~Thank You, Lord, for our Beloved America~

23 posted on 11/12/2007 8:49:07 AM PST by Kitty Mittens (To God Be All Excellent Praise!!)
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To: Kitty Mittens
How gorgeous!  Thank you SO much!!! 

(Today is much better, thank God!)


24 posted on 11/12/2007 9:26:26 AM PST by SheLion (I love Fred Thompson!!!)
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25 posted on 11/12/2007 9:27:53 AM PST by SheLion (I love Fred Thompson!!!)
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To: The Mayor

Senior Airmen David Wade and Eugene Clark and Staff Sgt. Kevin Gorney, missile maintenance crewmen, perform an electrical check on an LGM-30F Minuteman III intercontinental ballistic missile in its silo. (U.S. Air Force photo/Tech. Sgt. Bob Wickley)


Two B-52 Stratofortress bombers completed a long-range training sortie from Andersen Air Force Base, Guam, to Australia's Delamere Air Weapons Range in the Northern Territory Oct. 24. The B-52s, from the 23rd Expeditionary Bomb Squadron, are part of the "Green Lightning" sortie, only the second of its kind. (U.S. Air Force photo/Master Sgt. Lance Cheung)


071104-N-8110K-004 BOSTON, Mass. (Nov. 4, 2007) - The guided-missile destroyer USS Sampson (DDG 102) color guard presents colors at the opening ceremony of the National Hockey League match between the Boston Bruins and the Ottawa Senators. Sampson is the fourth ship named for Rear Adm. William T. Sampson, a naval hero during the Spanish-American War. The three previous ships, all destroyers named in honor of Sampson, were also commissioned in Boston. U.S. Navy photo by Chief Mass Communication Specialist Dave Kaylor (RELEASED)


071107-N-6346S-393 AFGHANISTAN (Nov. 7, 2007) - An F/A-18C Hornet, attached to the "Knighthawks" of Strike Fighter Squadron (VFA) 136, tests its flare countermeasures system during sunset, just prior to beginning a Close Air Support mission in support of ground forces in Afghanistan. VFA-136 is assigned to Carrier Air Wing (CVW) 1 embarked aboard USS Enterprise (CVN 65). Enterprise Carrier Strike Group is on a scheduled deployment in support of maritime operations and the global war on terrorism. U.S. Navy photo by Lt. Peter Scheu (RELEASED)


071022-F-6318R-083 DJIBOUTI (Oct. 22, 2007) - Explosive ordnance disposal technicians from Combined Joint Task Force-Horn of Africa train with French naval special forces during a hostile situation training scenario using a CH-53E Super Stallion. As members slide down heights ranging from 30 to 50 feet, troops set up a defensive posture to protect the remaining members who descend from the helicopter on the flight line. U.S. Air Force photo by Staff Sgt. Jennifer Redente (RELEASED)

26 posted on 11/12/2007 9:47:17 AM PST by Excuse_My_Bellicosity (Oh, the huge manatee!!!)
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To: The Mayor
Thank you again, Mayor. May the Good Lord keep you!


27 posted on 11/12/2007 10:03:40 AM PST by SheLion (I love Fred Thompson!!!)
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WVNan sent this to me and asked that I share it.

Thanks for Military Monday, Rus.
Thanks for this Awesome picture from WWI, Nan.

28 posted on 11/12/2007 10:28:59 AM PST by JustAmy (I wear red every Friday, but I support our Military everyday!!)
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Thank You To All Our Veterans


Good Military Monday To The Finest

29 posted on 11/12/2007 11:01:58 AM PST by MEG33 (GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
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Good Military Monday to the Finest!


30 posted on 11/12/2007 11:09:14 AM PST by ConorMacNessa (HM/2 USN, 3rd Bn. 5th Marines, RVN 1969. St. Michael the Archangel defend us in battle!)
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To: ConorMacNessa; Finest FRiends

Remembering and Honoring
Those Who Sacrificed All For Our Freedoms

31 posted on 11/12/2007 12:59:23 PM PST by MEG33 (GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
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To: JustAmy

Wonderful work! Thank you for posting it!


32 posted on 11/12/2007 3:07:50 PM PST by Lady Jag (Fall seven times, stand up eight)
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To: MEG33; All

33 posted on 11/12/2007 5:19:50 PM PST by Lady Jag (Fall seven times, stand up eight)
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What is a Veteran


34 posted on 11/12/2007 7:58:18 PM PST by DollyCali (Don't tell GOD how big your storm is -- Tell the storm how B-I-G your God is!)
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To: DollyCali
from our friend Valin....

It is both heart breaking & heart warming to read these stories of valiantly & of courage & KNOW that these same stories were part of the Revolutionary War & every war since. Men & women knowing the risks, knowing the fear but knowing the commitment.

The weaponry is different, the enemy is different but the bottom line is the same. Our young wonderful warriors are now dead & heroes & DEEPLY mourned & missed by families & friends.

DOLLY

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The Fallen: 2nd Lieutenant JP Blecksmith, 24
By Jeff Gordinier; Photograph courtesy of the Blecksmith family

On the night before 2nd Lieutenant JP Blecksmith shipped out to Iraq, after his family took him out for dinner in Newport Beach, California, his older brother, Alex, picked up a pair of clippers and shaved JP’s head. When that was done and JP looked ready for combat, Alex gave his brother a hug. Then Alex climbed into JP’s green Ford Expedition and drove it north, back to the family’s house in San Marino, weeping part of the way. He had a feeling. So did his parents. A premonition. They didn’t talk about it much, but two months later, in November 2004, when JP joined a wave of U.S. Marines roaring into the city of Fallujah as part of Operation Phantom Fury, the feeling intensified.

On the night of November 10, Blecksmith and his closest friend in Iraq, Lieutenant Sven Jensen, slept on a rooftop in Fallujah. It was, miraculously, a quiet night, and chilly. They got a decent night’s sleep. They awoke just before sunrise and were amused to find a small pet bird with green wings and a yellow belly perched a couple of feet away from their faces. Jensen took a picture of the bird. There were other ones like it all over Iraq, because when U.S. troops were searching abandoned houses, they often found cages that had been left behind. The soldiers let the birds go free so they wouldn’t starve to death.

Hours before, JP had sent a letter to his girlfriend, addressing it formally, as always, to “Ms. Emily M. Tait.” In it he wrote, “By the time you receive this, you will know we have gone into the city. We’ve been preparing for it the last few days, and my guys are ready for the fight, and I’m ready to lead them. It’ll be hectic, and there will be some things out of my control, but the promise of you waiting at home for me is inspiring and a relief.” Now he was in the thick of it. Blecksmith and Jensen came down from the roof, ate their MREs for breakfast, and got their orders. Before the invasion the battalion commander, Colonel Patrick Malay, had given his men an analogy: “‘Imagine a dirty, filthy windowpane that has not been cleaned in hundreds of years,’” he recalls saying. “That’s how we looked at the city of Fallujah. Our job was to scrub the heck out of that city, and then take a squeegee and wipe it off so that it was clean and pure.” Most of Fallujah was empty, and anyone left in the city was presumed to be an insurgent.

Blecksmith and the other members of the India Company of the Third Battalion, Fifth Marines Regiment, moved south through the city, with their blood types scrawled in indelible marker on the sleeves of their uniforms. The streets smelled terrible—a stubborn aroma of rotting food and bodies. Late in the day on November 11, things started to go wrong. A marine in Blecksmith’s platoon, Klayton South, was shot in the mouth by an insurgent when he kicked open the door of a house. Blood gushed from his mangled teeth and tongue. The medics cut into South’s throat to give him an emergency tracheotomy. (He survived. He’s since had more than 40 operations to repair the damage.) “It shook the platoon up,” Jensen says now, “and JP was the most in-control person I saw. He had a sector to clear, so he rallied his guys and said, ‘Okay, we’ve got to continue clearing.’” Blecksmith’s and Jensen’s platoons moved off in different directions, and the two friends shot each other a glance. “I’ll never forget looking at his eyes the last time I saw him,” Jensen says. “He turned and he gave me almost an apprehensive look, like, Oh, crap, we’ve got some crap going on. I wanted to say ‘Hey, I’ll see you later.’ But I didn’t say anything to him.”

Minutes later, Blecksmith led his platoon into a house and climbed a flight of stairs to the roof to survey the surrounding landscape. Shots came from a building across the street. Blecksmith stood up to direct the squads under his command, shouting at them to take aim at the enemy nest. He was tall, and was now visible above the protective wall. “He was up front a lot, and he made a big target, and we’d talked to him about that,” Colonel Malay says. “He exposed himself consistently to enemy fire in the execution of his duties. He displayed a fearlessness to the point that we had to talk to him about the fact that nobody is bulletproof.” As Blecksmith stood on the roof, a sniper’s 7.62-mm bullet found one of the places on his body where he was vulnerable. It was a spot on his left shoulder, less than an inch above the rim of his protective breastplate. The bullet sliced downward diagonally, coming to rest in his right hip, and along the way it tore through his heart. “I’m hit,” Blecksmith said. He fell. He raised his head for a moment, and that was it. A Navy medic got to Blecksmith immediately, but he was already dead, and his men carried his heavy body back down the stairs. He was 24.

That night in San Marino, Alex Blecksmith came home from work and noticed that the house was dark. He opened the front door and saw his mother, Pam, sitting at the kitchen table with a couple of marines in dress blues and white gloves, and he heard the phrase We regret to inform you . . .

The funeral was so magnificent, so full of pageantry, that at times it was difficult for Alex to remember that the guy being buried was his brother. The Marines do it right when it comes to honoring the fallen. They do it so right that you can get swept up in the ceremony and feel as though you’re watching a parade. The funeral took place at the Church of Our Saviour in San Gabriel—the church where the most celebrated of San Marino’s favorite sons, General George S. Patton, had been baptized as a baby. As the flag-draped casket was carried out of the sanctuary and into the California sun, a long, silent line of almost 2,000 people followed. There were marines and midshipmen and local firefighters in uniform. There was a 21-gun salute. Four World War II fighter planes swooped toward the cemetery in the “missing man” formation—just as they passed over the funeral, the fourth plane symbolically split from the quartet and veered into the sky. A bagpiper played a Scottish dirge

~SNIP~

35 posted on 11/12/2007 9:38:27 PM PST by DollyCali (Don't tell GOD how big your storm is -- Tell the storm how B-I-G your God is!)
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To: The Mayor; Finest FRiends
World War II Memorial


~America~
Land Of The Free Because Of The Brave

The Mansions of The Lord..A Tribute To Our Veterans And The Fallen

36 posted on 11/13/2007 4:11:45 AM PST by MEG33 (GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
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November 13, 2007

Why We Have Value

READ: Psalm 8

As many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God. —John 1:12

In a commencement address to a graduating class at Miami University, columnist George Will gave some statistics that help to diminish our sense of self-importance. He pointed out that “the sun around which Earth orbits is one of perhaps 400 billion stars in the Milky Way, which is a piddling galaxy next door to nothing much.” He added, “There are perhaps 40 billion galaxies in the still-unfolding universe. If all the stars in the universe were only the size of the head of a pin, they still would fill Miami’s Orange Bowl to overflowing more than 3 billion times.”

There is a plus side to all that overwhelming data. The God who created and sustains our star-studded cosmos in its incomprehensible vastness loves us. And He doesn’t just love the human race as an entity of multiplied billions. He loves us individually. What Paul exclaims to be true about himself is true about each of us in all our insignificance: Christ “loved me and gave Himself for me” (Gal. 2:20).

Astronomically, we are insignificant. But we are the beloved objects of God’s care. While we have no reason for pride, we are inexpressibly grateful to the Lord whose love for us personally is revealed at Calvary’s cross.
 

Loved with everlasting love,
Led by grace that love to know,
Gracious Spirit from above,
Thou hast taught me it is so!  —Robinson

We have nothing to boast of but that we’re dearly loved by God.


37 posted on 11/13/2007 4:44:14 AM PST by The Mayor ( A man's heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.—Proverbs 16:9)
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To: DollyCali

Blurry Screen..So moving..Thank you, Dolly.


38 posted on 11/13/2007 5:21:53 AM PST by MEG33 (GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
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To: JustAmy; WVNan

Amazing picture!


39 posted on 11/13/2007 5:23:45 AM PST by MEG33 (GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
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To: JustAmy

This is just so wonderful and amazing it blows my mind! How grand it is.....18,000 men, just wow!


40 posted on 11/13/2007 5:40:52 AM PST by jaycee ("God's love still stands when all else has fallen.")
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To: ConorMacNessa

I missed yesterday and am checking things out today. Your picture is so nice!


41 posted on 11/13/2007 5:42:38 AM PST by jaycee ("God's love still stands when all else has fallen.")
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To: MEG33

Thank you, Meg! No Freedom is definitely not free. Checking in today before I get back to my ‘hobby’ of cleaning windows in guest room~~LOL~~


42 posted on 11/13/2007 5:44:35 AM PST by jaycee ("God's love still stands when all else has fallen.")
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To: SheLion

I read your post this morning and got all teary-eyed. I lost my hubby a year after you lost yours. My hubby was a Navy veteran and yes, I miss him but God does strengthen us to move on and be happy again. Checked your Profile Page and love your cat, Bloomen!


43 posted on 11/13/2007 6:13:38 AM PST by jaycee ("God's love still stands when all else has fallen.")
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To: jaycee

Good morning..I should be getting dressed and be off to the grocery store..Instead I am cutting and arranging photinia and youpon holly..It’s a lot more fun but it won’t feed the flock!


44 posted on 11/13/2007 6:15:27 AM PST by MEG33 (GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
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Are you decorating for Christmas with your berries, etc. Is photenia the bush where the leaves are red-tipped. If so, I have them on the other side of the pool and they give a lot of privacy. One of mine died...Greg got some weed-killer on it accidentally.


45 posted on 11/13/2007 6:26:01 AM PST by jaycee ("God's love still stands when all else has fallen.")
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I am decorating for Thanksgiving..There is a flame tipped photinia..This one is not..It is a tree sized. photinia that has berries .Last year I used the orange berries from the photinia for the large arrangements..This year red because the youpon tree is just loaded, needs pruning and the photinia berries are too high up ..I love the photinia foliage mixed in.I make arrangements on the patio next to the sliding doors and one for the fireplace..I’ll use my orange nandina berries for the buffet and table.
I’d rather do this than go grocery shopping but I must go soon!


46 posted on 11/13/2007 6:46:19 AM PST by MEG33 (GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
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To: MEG33

I have the flame tipped photenia or here they called them red tip photenia. I had the nursery do that in 1980 when we built the pool. They grow to the sky. Trim them back one year and the next year they are taller. I have pretty red berries on my nandinas. By the way, my photenia lose almost all their leaves in winter. I need to replace the dead one but haven’t yet. Gotta get those curtains in the washer. Thank goodness, they don’t have to be ironed~~~


47 posted on 11/13/2007 6:55:20 AM PST by jaycee ("God's love still stands when all else has fallen.")
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To: jaycee

My nandina berries are orange at Thanksgiving and red by Christmas...convenient timing!


48 posted on 11/13/2007 7:12:34 AM PST by MEG33 (GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
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Armistice

To Flanders where the poppies blow
This day brings strange unrest.
The boys who lie there, row on row,
Whose lives their Country blest,

Are sad because they died for naught,
The toll they paid for peace
Was all in vain. In vain they fought
That wars should ever cease.

In Freedom's cause they gave their youth,
"Let all wars cease," they cried,
Then flung to us the torch of truth,
They'd held aloft in pride.

And now, above the sacred dust
Where they unquiet lie,
The threat of war again is thrust,
Again brave youth may die.

Our fathers' God to Thee we turn,
Show us the way to peace,
Grant us this boon for whick we yearn,
O Father, let war cease!

By Laressa Cox McBurney
Published in 1938

49 posted on 11/13/2007 1:10:56 PM PST by JustAmy (I wear red every Friday, but I support our Military everyday!!)
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Afternoon greetings to The Finest Military Tribute.

I mentioned over the weekend that we attended two programs honoring Veterans.

Below is a link to the audio (mp3)and sermon text from our morning worship service on Sunday. Tissue alert. The audio is 34 minutes.

Our Lord's Blessings to all.

During the service, each Veteran was presented with a special medal with the words, "Honored Veteran". I'll wear mine proudly.

Honoring Veterans

50 posted on 11/13/2007 1:50:47 PM PST by Diver Dave
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