Good morning, Billie. I am about dying for that cup of coffee. ;-}

Me, too. I just made it. Black? or do you want cream and sugar? Good morning, Aeronaut. Here you go....

I have to say Congratulations on the new baby grandson! What a wonderful Christmas blessing!

A rainy 'good morning' bump dear lady!-)

How about a buffet this AM?

Hey, congrats grampa!

AMERICAN SELF-RELIANCE

J. Ollie Edmunds

This country was not built by men who relied on somebody else to take care of them. It was built by men who relied on themselves, who dared to shape their own lives, who had enough courage to blaze new trails with enough confidence in themselves to take the necessary risks.

This self-reliance is our American legacy. It is the secret of that something which stamped Americans as Americans. Some call it individual initiative, others backbone. But whatever it is called, it is a precious ingredient in our national character, one which we must not lose.

The time has come for us to re-establish the rights for which we stand—to re-assert our inalienable rights to human dignity, self-respect, self-reliance—to be again the kind of people who once made America great.

Such a crusade for renewed independence will require a succession of inspired leaders—leaders in spirit and in knowledge of the problem, not just men with political power, but men who are militantly for the distinctive way of life that was America. We are likely to find such leaders only among those that promote self-reliance and who practice it with strict devotion and understanding

Good Morning, Billie

Let me say Thank You for all you and Snow Bunny have done to keep this Canteen open.

I'm sitting here looking out the window at the Christmas lights on the neighbors homes thinking about our troops in Afghanistan wishing I could personally thank everyone of them for defending my family from the terrorists.

They are protecting our Flag and our Freedom in harms way. I wish they were all at home with their families having another cup of coffee instead of wearing combat gear. Hopefully soon they will be.

May I have another cup of your great coffee, please?

Morning, Billie.

Lady Liberty looks like she could use a little coffee.

And a cookie.

Congratulations Sir. How are Mommy and Daddy doing after the birth of their gift to you?

Thanks for the Ping

Click the Pic Let's Get This Party Going!

Something with a bit of WWII "flavor". J

Good morning ladies! Great to be back in the canteen! Sorry I have been out of the loop, but duty called...

Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving! I'll be around for the next few weeks...

I'm starved, how about a heaping plate of SOS?...

I AM AN AMERICAN SAILOR

Hear my voice, America! Though I speak through the mist of 200 years, my shout for freedom will echo through liberty's halls for many centuries to come. Hear me speak, for my words are of truth and justice, and the rights of man. For those ideals I have spilled my blood upon the world's troubled waters. Listen well, for my time is eternal -yours is but a moment. I am the spirit of heroes past and future.

I am the American Sailor. I was born upon the icy shores at Plymouth, rocked upon the waves of the Atlantic, and nursed in the wilderness of Virginia. I cut my teeth on New England codfish, and I was clothed in southern cotton. I built muscle at the halyards of New Bedford whalers, and I gained my sea legs high atop mizzen of yankee clipper ships.

Yes, I am the American Sailor, one of the greatest seamen the world has ever known. The sea is my home and my words are tempered by the sound of paddle wheels on the Mississippi and the song of whales off Greenland's barren shore. My eyes have grown dim from the glare of sunshine on blue water, and my heart is full of star-strewn nights under the Southern Cross. My hands are raw from winter storms while sailing down round the Horn, and they are blistered from the heat of cannon broadside while defending our nation. I am the American Sailor, and I have seen the sunset of a thousand distant, lonely lands.

I am the American Sailor. It was I who stood tall beside John Paul Jones as he shouted, "I have not yet begun to fight!" I fought upon the Lake Erie with Perry, and I rode with Stephen Decatur into Tripoli harbor to burn Philadelphia. I met Guerriere aboard Constitution, and I was lashed to the mast with Admiral Farragut at Mobile Bay. I have heard the clang of Confederate shot against the sides of Monitor. I have suffered the cold with Peary at the North Pole, and I responded when Dewy said, "You may fire when ready Gridley," at Manila Bay. It was I who transported supplies through submarine infested waters when our soldier's were called "over there." I was there as Admiral Byrd crossed the South Pole. It was I who went down with the Arizona at Pearl Harbor, who supported our troops at Inchon, and patrolled dark deadly waters of the Mekong Delta.

I am the American Sailor and I wear many faces. I am a pilot soaring across God's blue canopy and I am a Seabee atop a dusty bulldozer in the South Pacific. I am a corpsman nursing the wounded in the jungle, and I am a torpedoman in the Nautilus deep beneath the North Pole. I am hard and I am strong. But it was my eyes that filled with tears when my brother went down with the Thresher, and it was my heart that rejoiced when Commander Shepherd rocketed into orbit above the earth. It was I who languished in a Viet Cong prison camp, and it was I who walked upon the moon. It was I who saved the Stark and the Samuel B. Roberts in the mine infested waters of the Persian Gulf. It was I who pulled my brothers from the smoke filled compartments of the Bonefish and wept when my shipmates died on the Iowa and White Plains. When called again, I was there, on the tip of the spear for Operations Desert Shield and Desert Storm.

I am the American Sailor. I am woman, I am man, I am white and black, yellow, red and brown. I am Jew, Muslim, Christian, and Buddhist. I am Irish, Filipino, African, French, Chinese, and Indian. And my standard is the outstretched hand of Liberty. Today, I serve around the world; on land, in air, on and under the sea. I serve proudly, at peace once again, but with the fervent prayer that I need not be called again. Tell your children of me. Tell them of my sacrifice, and how my spirit soars above their country. I have spread the mantle of my nation over the ocean, and I will guard her forever. I am her heritage and yours.

I am the American Sailor.

MUCM J. Wallace, USN

Good morning, Billie!

Nice to see you back in the Canteen this morning.

Good morning! Just dropping off some muffins and cinnamon rolls. Also want to give a great big Thank You to all the support personnel who are not in the front line but who work so hard to make sure the front line is successful.

Happy holidays!

Greetings from heavily snowed in and happy,
PhishBait asleep in front of fire
waiting for more snow

Raining where you are? Not raining here, but the sun's not shining yet either. Good morning - I'll pour your coffee if you can come inside and get out of the rain!