One of my earliest memories of Thanksgiving Dinner was from Thanksgiving, 1952 - my father was back home from Korea and my Uncle Jack Dowd was out of hospital after having been WIA. He glared across the table at me and said that if I didn't eat my potatoes I'd be court-martialed. My great-grandmother intervened and I was spared.
Years later, my Uncle Jack became the most important influence in my life other than my Father.
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 America demands Justice for the Fallen of Benghazi! |
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O stranger, tell the Lacedaemonians that we lie here, obedient to their command.
Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)