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vharrison

Island Girl
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Our local DAV does that sort of thing. Right now, at our front door, we are collecting some goodies that are to be turned in on Saturday morning. Do what you can.
 

GASoline71

'cause chicks dig scars
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Nov 13, 2005
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The Great Pacific Northwest
We do it here locally Butch. :)

We also support our guys and gals that are in our own Department (Operations Dept.) that have been deployed as Individual Augmentees (IA) in Iraq and Afghanistan, by sending care packages.

There's lots o' love mang! :thumbup:

Gary
 

TC3

Headache !
Joined
Aug 12, 2006
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Location
Michigan
To all of you (like myself) who aren't sure what to do or HOW...
Stop in at your local VFW. Drop off something... hard candy, a magazine, a used DVD... it don't matter. These guys (and gals) love hearing from home !
If you have time, drop in at the same VFW & volunteer your time. They need folks to help put together pkg.s & such, & are grateful for even an hour of your time.
The beauty of this type of volunteer work is that it is what you can afford to give >>> & that it is so graciously received.
Thanks to all who give !
The tiniest bit makes a difference, I promise !!!
 

Stumper

Treehouser
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Mar 6, 2005
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Colorado
A Different Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, my daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, so I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, but I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, and I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, a lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve! You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light, then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night, so that your family can sleep without fright.
It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, that separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me. I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December," Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers"
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam', and now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while, but my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, the red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone, away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another, or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all, to ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright! Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least? Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done, for being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, to stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, that we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
 
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Rotax Robert

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WOW, that was a great read. Thank You for sharing that with us.
 
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Cedarkerf

Guest
Current and past armed services member are our best and brightest.
 
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JamesTX

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Here's a good one - lbeh.org. They buy tickets for soldiers to come home for the holidays. You can even donate your frequent flyer points.
 
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