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  • May 1st Silver Star Service Banner Day

    05/01/2017 1:15:35 PM PDT · 6 of 6
    Steve Newton to jiggyboy

    I think it was picked because it is the start of military appreciation month

    Besides if we can steal their day so much the better!

  • May 1st Silver Star Service Banner Day

    05/01/2017 1:15:35 PM PDT · 5 of 6
    Steve Newton to jiggyboy

    I think it was picked because it is the start of military appreciation month

    Besides if we can steal their day so much the better!

  • May 1st Silver Star Service Banner Day

    04/30/2017 8:30:16 PM PDT · 2 of 6
    Steve Newton to Steve Newton

    Never Forget!

  • May 1st Silver Star Service Banner Day

    04/30/2017 8:23:41 PM PDT · 1 of 6
    Steve Newton
    115th CONGRESS 1st Session

    S. RES. 135

    Expressing support for the designation of May 1, 2017, as “Silver Star Service Banner Day”.


    April 24, 2017

    Mr. Blunt (for himself and Mrs. McCaskill) submitted the following resolution; which was referred to the Committee on Armed Services


    Expressing support for the designation of May 1, 2017, as “Silver Star Service Banner Day”.

    Whereas the Senate has always honored the sacrifices made by the wounded and ill members of the Armed Forces;

    Whereas the Silver Star Service Banner has come to represent the members of the Armed Forces and veterans who were wounded or became ill in combat in the wars fought by the United States;

    Whereas the Silver Star Families of America was formed to help the people of the United States remember the sacrifices made by the wounded and ill members of the Armed Forces by designing and manufacturing Silver Star Service Banners and Silver Star Flags for that purpose;

    Whereas the sole mission of the Silver Star Families of America is to evoke memories of the sacrifices made by members of the Armed Forces and veterans on behalf of the United States through the presence of a Silver Star Service Banner in a window or a Silver Star Flag flying;

    Whereas the sacrifices made by members of the Armed Forces and veterans on behalf of the United States should never be forgotten; and

    Whereas May 1, 2017, is an appropriate date to designate as “Silver Star Service Banner Day”: Now, therefore, be it

    Resolved, That the Senate—

    (1) supports the designation of May 1, 2017, as “Silver Star Service Banner Day”; and

    (2) calls upon the people of the United States to observe Silver Star Service Banner Day with appropriate programs, ceremonies, and activities.

    WASHINGTON – U.S. Senators Claire McCaskill and Roy Blunt have introduced a bipartisan resolution to honor servicemembers who have been injured or become ill during their service.

    The Senate resolution designates May 1, 2017, as “National Silver Star Service Banner Day” to recognize and thank servicemembers, veterans, and their families for their sacrifices.

    “Silver Star Service Banner Day is an important opportunity to honor the men and women who have been injured while wearing the uniform and protecting this country,” said McCaskill, a senior member of the Armed Services Committee. “So many Missouri families are affected by the heroic sacrifices our servicemembers have made, and this resolution is a small gesture to recognize their brave service.”

    Since 2011, the Missouri Senators have teamed up to support similar bipartisan resolutions, to encourage communities across the country to hold commemorative ceremonies and to honor the sacrifices made by injured troops and their families.

    Silver Star Families of America (SSFoA) is a national nonprofit organization headquartered in Clever, Mo., that honors and assists members of the U.S. Armed Forces and their families from every branch of service and from all wars. SSFoA provides assistance to veterans who have suffered physical or emotional trauma in military service and distributes Silver Star Flags and care packages to wounded veterans and their families.

  • Steven J. Newton wins Veterans Administration's Top Writing Award for 2016

    04/23/2017 6:52:45 PM PDT · 7 of 7
    Steve Newton to Auntie Mame

    I’m glad you liked it.

  • Steven J. Newton wins Veterans Administration's Top Writing Award for 2016

    04/21/2017 6:52:27 PM PDT · 5 of 7
    Steve Newton to NEMDF

    Thank you so much! And believe me you helped more than you know.


  • Steven J. Newton wins Veterans Administration's Top Writing Award for 2016

    04/21/2017 6:50:43 PM PDT · 4 of 7
    Steve Newton to philetus

    Thank you. If you want more stories just let me know

  • Steven J. Newton wins Veterans Administration's Top Writing Award for 2016

    04/21/2017 6:12:18 PM PDT · 1 of 7
    Steve Newton

    The Soldier left the States under circumstances that made his mind shut down every time he thought of it. When his wife found out that he was going to be deployed she had left him taking their two children. Being an orphan they were all the family he had and the thought of them not being there when he returned home was crushing.

    She had taken everything they owned and moved out of base housing leaving him nothing. He did not begrudge her anything because he wanted what was best for his children. She had said that he would be an “absentee father” and that the children deserved better. He could find no argument against what she had said.

    When he arrived in Iraq he was assigned to a close knit platoon and even here he did not fit in. He had never felt so alone in his life. He did his job and was good at it but no one reached out to him. No one cared. No one ate with him and few spoke to him.

    After he was in country for several months he still had received no mail. He had written his wife and children everyday but no letter ever came for him. He would stand on the outer edge of the crowd of soldiers waiting for his name to be called. And when it wasn’t he would turn and leave: the emptiness growing inside.

    No friends and no family. He walked the fence line guarding the compound while the stars shone above. Hot in the day time and sometimes very cold at night he continued his duty. Up and down the line. Checking and watching, always on the alert for the enemy.

    His boots made indentations in the sand and it took him an hour to walk the whole fence line. Sometimes when the wind was not blowing he would walk in his own footsteps. He wondered about other men and women throughout the world who were walking the line by themselves, cold and lonely. A lonely Sailor on a ship during midwatch; a Marine pulling fire watch; an Air Force grunt guarding a plane in the cold and rain; a Coast Guardsman lying in his bunk homesick and crying.

    He wondered what they were thinking and how they felt inside. He would never know because he didn’t even know how he felt. Just----an emptiness. Just a job to do that he would do no matter what. He had nothing else. One foot in front of the other as the months passed. The soles of his boots wore down to paper thinness and still he walked. Still he watched, guarding his fellow Soldiers from harm.

    Sometimes he prayed that it would end with a bullet from a terrorist rifle or a bomb placed along the wire. But it never happened. The line was endless. And so it seemed was the pain of his life. Another set of boots and the line continued. Sometimes his stomach would growl at him and he looked at this with amusement. Food meant little to him anymore and he ate as he worked. One fork full at a time, one step at a time: just walking the line.

    For the first several months he had thought of all the things he had done wrong and how he could get his family back. But now he thought of nothing. He just watched. And walked. One day an officer came to him and asked if he wanted to reenlist and do another tour in Iraq. He had signed the forms without a word. Another year. More line to walk.

    He received his first mail just at the start of his second tour. It was his divorce papers. He tossed them on the ground and went back to the line.

    One night as he was patrolling the fence he heard a voice out of the darkness: “Hey kid. Mind if I walk with ya a minute?” Startled the kid jumped, scared to death until he recognized the huge form of the Old Sergeant coming out of the darkness. “Uh, hi Pappy. Of course,” the kid stammered. He had rarely talked with the Old Sergeant.

    “Kid, I know about your personal problems. In fact the Padre and I even discussed sending you home a time or two. But we agreed that the best thing for you would be to walk off your problems and leave you alone.” “Son, I’m not much good at this. I usually leave talking about the Big Boss up to the Padre. But you have to know that you are NEVER alone kid.” The Soldier said nothing.

    “Yes. I know you don’t believe me. But turn around and look at your footprints. You see yours? Well can you tell me whose footprints those are next to yours?”

    The Soldier turned on his flashlight and sure enough beside his footprints was another set walking right beside his. They were bare feet. “Sergeant! Was that -------? I mean ---- is that the Lord?”

    “I don’t know kid. Why don’t you ask Him?” The Old Sergeant patted the kid on the back and walked off.

    The next evening the Old Sergeant watched as the kid started walking the fence line. He smiled when he saw the grin on the kid's face.

    He may still be on the line---- but he would never be alone.

    The Old Sergeant Stories are fictional

    Steven J. Newton

  • Bed time stories!

    12/13/2016 12:05:44 PM PST · 15 of 15
    Steve Newton to Cowgirl of Justice

    Lol. Nice

  • Bed time stories!

    12/13/2016 12:05:04 PM PST · 14 of 15
    Steve Newton to Liberty Valance


  • Petition at White House website to name next major U.S. Navy ship ‘USS Deplorables’

    12/13/2016 2:05:06 AM PST · 4 of 17
    Steve Newton to Salman

    Hummm. I like it. Make it so

  • Bed time stories!

    12/13/2016 1:27:47 AM PST · 8 of 15
    Steve Newton to Harmless Teddy Bear

    Posted for you. My


  • My Daddy---A Bed Time Story

    12/13/2016 1:15:48 AM PST · 1 of 1
    Steve Newton
    My Daddy

    The little girl was often on the receiving end of jokes from her classmates, for among other things, she was very poor. In addition no one had seen her father in a long time and many blamed him for the dismal conditions the little girl lived in.

    Their “home” was a small dingy travel trailer parked on a rented lot near the outskirts of town, after having lost their real home when her father disappeared.

    Her mother worked as a waitress during the day and by the time she got home she was often too tired to move, her feet swollen. But she always made sure the little girl had food on the table and a place to study. Every Sunday she made sure her daughter was dressed in what passed for her “Sunday best” so she could catch the van to Church.

    Even at Church she was not so much taunted as shunned. She sat by herself with a worn Bible in her lap that her father had given her so long ago and stared at the floor. But she loved to sing, her favorite song was “Jesus Loves Me.”

    A special day for her arrived because she had been making plans for “father’s day” at school for a long time. Her mother had tried to get her to skip a day but the little girl would have none of it. “I’m still proud of my daddy even though he left me,” she said.

    She sat and listened to the other children and as they introduced their fathers a small tear formed in her eye. But she was determined not to show how much she hurt. And she had spent a long time hiding how she really felt about anything.

    When her time came she slowly shuffled up to the little lectern and gently placed a well worn letter atop it.

    From the back of the room she heard someone ask where her daddy was, while another said she probably didn’t have one. She heard a grown up mutter, “dead beat dad.”

    Her eyes well up with tears and she could barely see the letter in front of her. She simply froze.

    She heard the door open and when she looked up she saw a stranger, but he was dressed like her daddy. And this man was huge with so many sparkles on his chest it almost blinded her.

    He slowly walked over and stood next to her and then in a voice that sounded like cement in a mixer he started to speak:

    “I stand with this lovely little girl today as her surrogate father. Her bravery, in the presence of such adversity would have made her dad very proud. And I’m afraid he would also have been very angry with you all.”

    “Let me tell you a story about this girl’s father: I don’t know what you have been told or what you have “surmised” in your little minds, but her daddy was a Soldier and a very good one. He was also a good father.”

    “He was one of my squad leaders and he, uh, went to Heaven protecting his men. For this he received the Silver Star and rests now at a place called Arlington.”

    “And he loved his little girl more than life itself.”

    The old sergeant picked up the letter from the lectern.

    “Sweetheart: You know that daddy misses you with all his might. I pray for you too every night! And like you and I spoke of before I left, we are never really alone for we carry each other in our hearts. And God watches over us all as He wills. Be happy precious cause I will be home soon.” He lay the letter back down.

    “He wrote this the night before he went to be with Jesus.”

    Pappy looked down at the little girl and anger swelled up inside of him.

    “This little girl’s father gave his last full measure to this country so that you could go to school, work and have happy families. But I come here and see where his family lives now and I have heard the stories. Instead of lending a hand you make snide remarks and feel superior. You make me ashamed.”

    Pappy reached down and picked up the little girl in his massive arms and she clung to him, her hands going around his neck.

    “This precious little girl, this—beautiful little spirit, is dressed in rags because of a foul up with the government over insurance paper work—and because of your neglect. You can rest assured she will no longer be poor.”

    As he carried the little girl to the door he stopped and looked back at them all:

    “She won’t be poor, if she ever was, but I’m very much afraid that you always will be.”

    The door slammed shut behind him.

    S J Newton The Old Sergeant is fictional This story was inspired by an internet poem called “Daddy’s Poem.” Author Leecy Madison.

    © All rights reserved

    And the morale of the story is: Be there for our hero’s AND their families

  • Bed time stories!

    12/13/2016 1:10:19 AM PST · 6 of 15
    Steve Newton to Harmless Teddy Bear

    Humm....I am sorry to hear that, though I have been there many times myself. But then again they have sat beside us too.

    Ok. This one is for you. Look for-—”My Daddy”

    Prayers for you both.


  • Bed time stories!

    12/13/2016 12:59:51 AM PST · 4 of 15
    Steve Newton to Harmless Teddy Bear

    Lol. Sorry wish I could. You heard of the old sergeant? If not I may have to start with older stories

  • Bed time stories!

    12/13/2016 12:52:52 AM PST · 2 of 15
    Steve Newton to Steve Newton

    Been is a good word.

  • Bed time stories!

    12/13/2016 12:51:41 AM PST · 1 of 15
    Steve Newton
    If you all want me to restart bed time stories with the old sergeant, let me know.
  • Yep, I'm Giving Away a Free AR15. Why? Because America, and Screw you

    10/21/2015 5:06:26 PM PDT · 53 of 135
    Steve Newton to StevenCrowder

    I have never really won anything in my life. But count me in!

  • CEO of the Silver Star Families of America Issues Warning to ISIS

    08/17/2015 11:50:08 AM PDT · 18 of 18
    Steve Newton to DesertRhino

    Your very welcome

  • CEO of the Silver Star Families of America Issues Warning to ISIS

    08/16/2015 10:12:07 PM PDT · 15 of 18
    Steve Newton to Steve Newton


    Gone for the night folks. I just always figured it is polite to hang around and answer questions. God bless you all and may He continue to bless the United States