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Hello all, I love getting comments from everyone but if you would like a reply I need your email address. Alot of you write a name with no way to reply. If you mean to do this then no problem, I just didn't want anyone to think I was ignoring their comments.
Thanks
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Merry Christmas, from South Texas...or Feliz Navidad as the locals say! FIRST: THANK U FOR YOUR SERVICE TO YOUR COUNTRY.
WHAT IS YOUR MOS? BACK IN THE 1980'S WHEN I WAS IN THE ARMY RESERVE I WAS A 76 YANKEE...SUPPLY CLERK(SUBSISTENCE SUPPLY CLERK). I LOVE HOW THE MILITARY HAS ALL THESE NIFTY NAMES FOR THESE JOBS..
I WORK AT A LOCAL NEWSPAPER AS A DISPATCHER IN THE CIRCULATION DEPT. IF U DID NOT GET A PAPER U CALL US..I DISPATCH IT OUT.
A WEEK AGO A YOUNG MAN CAME IN TO ORDER A PAPER FOR A FRIEND. HE WAS GOING TO AFGHANISTAN. HIS MOS? HE SAID 13 FOX(HMM...WE CALLED IT FOXTROT)SAME DEAL. HE IS A FOWARD OBSERVER HE SAID.
WE HAVE LOST ALOT OF YOUNG SERVICEFOLKS OVER THERE. FRONT PAGE TODAY. "MARINE COMES HOME" KILLED ON DAUGHTER'S BIRTHDAY. THE MARINE WAS 20 YEARS OLD. LANCE CPL SAMUEL TAPIA WAS IN IRAQ.
OK..TOO MUCH BLAH BLAH FROM ME. AS MY IRISH PRIEST WOULD SAY: KEEP SAFE STAY FAITHFUL AND PRAY AND MAY THE GOD LORD ALWAYS SHINE HIS LOVE ON YOU EVERYDAY YOU LIVE.
FATHER O'LEARY ROX!
FANTABULOUS BLOG!!! FAB READ. STAY SAFE.
THIS OLD SUPPLY CLERK HAS ONE
WWW.ZUBMAN.BLOGSPOT.COM
I'M NOT TOO HI TECKY...
cadiusa@usa.com
Stacy,
Your Comment interface doesn't have a space for email address. (But maybe I missed something, having been born in the year BC (Before Computers).
Anyway, as I may Comment to your blog in the future, I can be reached at decer@mindspring.com or alternately via dan@gringoman.com
Have a Safe & Merry Christmas,
dan (From Vietnam to Iraq---Now It can Be Blogged[?])
Via BlackFive (voted best military blog, 2004), another version of a traditional yuletide poem. This one is set far from the madding crowd of Beltway and Mall, the foto-ops and sound bites, neo-cons and neo-coms, Mother Sheehanites and Haliburtonites, the pros, the cons, the 'he lied' and 'look who died.' This is about a man, un-sung, un-celebrated. It begins...
MERRY CHRISTMAS, MY FRIEND
‘Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give
and to see just who in this home did live.
As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I’d seen.
This was the home of a U.S. Marine......(full text via site......)
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from dan!
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