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THANKING GOD REMEMBERING SENATOR BOB GRAHAM AFTER MY I BECAME DISABLED AT WORK FOR THE DEFENSE DEPARTMENT MACDILL AIRFORCE BASE I SPENT MY CAREER SERVING WORKING ON BASE I ALSO WORKED FOR THE BASE EXCHANGE BUT I RETIRED WITH A DISABILITY FOR THE DEFENSE DEPARTMENT MANY MILITARY WIVES WORKED FOR THE BX MY CALLING WAS FOR THE DEFENSE DEPARTMENT SO I LEFT THE BX AND CONTINUED MY EMPLOYMENT ON BASE FOR THE DEFENSE DEPARTMENT WHERE I HAD HANDS ON WITH RETIREES AND MILITARY FAMILIES I WAS SO HAPPY SO BLESSED UNTIL THEE ULTIMATE INJURY RESULTED IN A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN SENATOR BOB GRAHAM EEOC AND THE SUPREME COURT MERIT BOARD ALL ASSISTING ME BUT IT WAS BOB GRAHAM WHO FAUGHT FOR ME AS A DISABLED MOTHER OF 8HE WAS TRULY A GOD SEND I NEVER FORGOT SOME PEOPLE ARE CONFUSED THE BX IS A TOTALLY DIFFERENT SECTOR ON BASE IT HAD ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH MY RETIRMENT I WASN'T WORKING FOR THE BX WHEN I WAS INJURY THESE RUMORS ARE FROM PETER GARGANO SENDING MEXICAN CARTEL TO RIP PAGES IN MY DIARY HACKING INTO MY DISABILITY MY SOCIAL SECURITY DISABILITY ATTEMPTING TO PERPUTRTATE FRAUD UPON.ME SENATOR BOB GRAHAM WAS RIGHT THEM LIKE I WAS HIS OWN DAUGHTER ALTHOUGH I ADORE THE BX BUT I DIDN'T RETIRE FROM THE BX I RETIRED FROM THE DEFENSE DEPARTMENT IT IS SAD THAT THE GARGANO FAMILY TRIED TO MARKET MY EMPLOYMENT MY DISABILITY MY PPETRY MY HUSBAND PURPLE HEART HONOR MY GRANDDAUGHTER HIGH HONORS A CENTRAL AEROSPACE ACADEMY WHERE MY HUSBAND AND AND HELPED ON THE SUN N FUN PROJECT HATRED ENVY RAGE FROM GARGANO AND HIS JHORES OF JAMAICA ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME AND MY FAMILY
GOD BLESS AMERICA HE CARED ABOUT THE AMERICAN PEOPLE
Sixty years since i saw him
But he suddenly came to mind
A quiet sense of humour
Of the mischievous kind
A pleasant disposition
Except when crossed
Then very soon to remind
Who was in fact the boss.
An unlikely friendship because
We were years and ranks apart
But somehow i could never
Take the Army thing to heart
A square pegged soldier
Never quite fitting in
Leading this charmed life
Of undiscovered sin.
Always respectful of rank
When together on base
Down in the pub at night
Near equals face to face.
I, of course left
He carried on
I only found out
Long after he was gone
He achieved senior rank
Became very well respected
I suppose on reflection
Only what was expected.
I wonder if he ever remembered
His disrespectful boozing mate
And how we both reassumed rank
As we passed the barracks gate
Jesus has laid down the bunt
So others can advance
Jesus is the Sacrificial One
Jesus has given us a second chance
Jesus is the Sacrifice Fly
Jesus is the Reliever
Jesus is the Grounder with a Seeing eye
Jesus is the Big Leaguer
Jesus is the Pinch Runner
When we feel beleaguered
He heads home along side each sinner
[Sliding] We hear "Safe!" from our Redeemer
Jesus keeps His eye on the ball
We too must keep our focus
We must look to Him Who goes to the wall
He's the Warning Track we must notice
Notice Him Who coaches
Notice Him who hits the cutoff Man
Notice Him Who broaches
(As an extra inning approaches)
Notice Him Who takes notice
Notice Him Who gloves (and doesn't have to grasp)
Notice Him The A-Mays-ing Grace
Making the over the shoulder catch
(He's making us fisher's of men
By going over the wall, catching and bringing us back again)
When we make an error
He is there to help us through it
He expects us to persevere
Even when we over threw it
Get over it, get on with it
Don't remain in your sin
Confess and repent of these things
This is how we win
So stretch your muscles,
but not the truth
You can do nothing against the truth
Because we have The Sleuth
Jesus helps us get ahead in the count
Even when we are behind in the count
Check your swing and choke up
Don't get caught looking around
Don't get caught looking up
As they did when He went up
If you are on base, have faith
Jesus is batting clean up
So if your in the line-up
It doesn't matter your place in order
Jesus has positioned you
Where He needs you as an athletic supporter
So walk to first circumspectly
And to second (but don't roam)
Don't steal third, wait on the Lord
And He will drive you home
So on that day and in that game
When Jesus makes the call
Remember you have faith not by how you field
But by The One and His Faith that has been revealed
So if your tired of the baseball metaphors
Remember God is keeping the score
But I'll leave you with Golf's Harbinger
God is yelling the warning "Fore!"
It was January '68
Chapter 2 – Phan Rang - 1st TDY
by Franklin Price
3/5/2019
Raking sand got old real soon
Was not why I came to war
My job was not for combat
The reason why I thought was more
Before the month was over
Went to do a site survey
Traveled down to Phan Rang town
About 60 clicks away
We drove down on the roadway
I think highway number one
Traveled in an open jeep
Each of us had a gun
Through Coconut groves and other things
Had been warned to be concerned
My M-16 at ready
Tried to remember what I'd learned
Training I got at Hamilton
I hoped would do me well
But we made it without incident
Did not have to load a shell
Spent a few days on the survey
For an on base VOR
Every night a drink or two
At the non-commissioned bar
Daily on the flight line
Saw many fighters come to land
Saw an F-100 lead-sled
That was old but still was grand
One day went out to Thap Cham
The closest local town
Went to a Budhist temple
Had been a thousand years around
Burned a little incense
Beside the small front door
No room to enter through it
A shrine took up all the floor
Was also a monkey dwelling
We could hear them howl and call
The locals left food gifts for them
At night they came and ate it all
There I first rode in a cyclo
They were the three wheeled local hack
Had a scooter on the front end
And two bench seats in the back
Seated four quite easily
Entered from the rear of it
When not used as a taxi
Carried anything that fit
Once I saw a full grown cow
In the rear where I had been
There was strap around its ass
Don't know how they got it in
That was much later in the year
Not on this first time out
When everything amazed me
Gave me this trip to write about
The returning trip to Cam Ranh
When this TDY was done
Came off without an incident
Was a non-combatant run
Midnight darkness suddenly descended upon the city as morning peeped through the blackened sky the city waits in suspense to die.
They have been working for several days battening up windows and doors as if they can keep the wind out. Thousands of sand bags lined the shore forming a pyramid in the shape of a door, the sea gulls' flies to and fro holding mass on top of the sand's bags.
The military is on base, trying to put things in place, the governor is issuing warning and mass evacuation is happening. They have been through this process every year but some people just don’t care. Those that refuse to leave went flying seventy-five meter in the breeze landing in the boat that capsized on the shore.
The hollowing wind comes dancing in and the branches and roots begin to sing scattering leaves on the ground just warming up and looking around.
Everyone grips tightly to their beds holding on to their pillows while the little children held tightly to their mothers as the howling wind races like a mad man through the city. The intensity is low and the wind does not have a long way to go, it swirls around the street dumps water around as the surge spreads water throughout the town.
Everywhere is dark and just the old larks flying around looking for a place to ride out the storm before the wind picks up speed.
Hundreds of them are flying in the air looking for a place to land but the wind is blowing in different directions. They all hobbled on a in a dense tree trying to escape from the breeze but a category three wind was not strong enough to done them in.
The worst is yet to come, the day has just begun, its eyes are bulging, its body is swelling and its head is enlarging, it is coming out of the mountain and it is approaching the county center ripping up power lines, breaking up houses and tossing boats in the middle of the sea.
It rips through an entire city and flattens every house on the street leaving mud and debris in business places and private residence . I stood above and watch the Rolling Tides creating havoc in the town while the old lark kept flying around.
Crawling down the tunnels
Of Chu Chi
I could almost imagine
The Viet Kong guerillas
Hiding deep under the tunnels
As the land above is turned
Into a temporary dessert
With the vegetation burned off
By napalm and agent orange
The Viet Kong creep out at night
Stealing onto the bases
Stealing weapons, food, supplies
And occasionally killing soldiers
In their sleep
The US soldiers
Stay on base at night
Terrified of the mosquitos
And of the Viet Kong
the ghosts
Surround me
Telling me their stories
And at last I fled
Through the emergency escape tunnel
Declaring victory
Profoundly shaken up
By the ghosts of the Chu Chi tunnels
Perchance, happenstance, my sailor found me
as I arrived (a package deal) but I stole his heart
and wouldn’t share, though some so-and-so tried.
She’s lucky she’s still alive. Thankfully my sailor
couldn’t be bribed. He was revived, not villified,
by my return. He told me all about so-and-so.
I said so-what, we had just met, no big deal.
But I didn’t know she’d hide behind rocks, at the end
of our dates, ga-ga-ing over him. Her glasses brim
with puppy loving, but I stole his heart. It was around
my neck so she couldn’t find it. Kick to the curb,
so-and-so, you're so outta there. Really “out there!”
My Prince, thus nicknamed, brought me to a movie,
first base - ahem…I mean on base. We kissed,
we missed what was playing in the dark. He took
my hand as our lips played like a bow and harp.
I momentarily look up. Some chump, who worked
there was holding my hand - I am NOT that kind of girl.
Roll up your sleeves…knock out this jerk, this l o s e r.
MY sailor had won my heart. No other hand comes close.
Did I tell ya, I also had a sailor in the chow hall, during
boot camp, lick my boots - no my hand. What is wrong
with the seas. Glad I swept up the pearl and not the disease.
9/2/2022
How would I begin to define happiness?
Am I the right scribe to ask?
I've struggled with depression longer than I haven't now
But I noticed something today
And it's not the first time I've noticed it
It's stunning, really, how easy it is to solve a puzzle
When you decide to focus on literally anything else for a minute
And realize nothing is as linear as it seems
I broke through it once before on a balmy Fall day
The second of my three weekly doctor's visits for the second month in a row
Getting to see those sights I could only see on base
And getting to relax exactly as I chose once I returned home
I rode that high for months
Drinking in the sights, the sounds, the smells of the world around me
Colors faded to winter gray, but it was all more vivid to me than ever
And yet it faded once more, so it goes
For the better part of a year, I've been trying to fake it
No matter how crushing the world is, faking a smile got me through the day
To provide the slightest pushback against a world of pressure
And today I realized, what's the difference?
Fake happiness, real happiness
No matter where you pull that strength from, does it truly matter?
If it's all getting you through the day, does it truly matter?
If you can't get homemade, store-bought is fine
The fake motivation was enough to kindle the real thing
And thus placebos are the ultimate cure-all if you lie hard enough to yourself
After all, once you've tricked yourself into thinking you're happy
If you're on top of the world and safe, isn't that the true definition anyway?
Game 5 starts with a bang, a base hit then home run by Pearce right away
Red Sox are 2 to 0! Go Sox – Yay!
Then the Dodgers come back with a home run on the 1st swing!
Making it 2 to 1, as their fan’s cheers loudly ring
Then a great double play and strike out stops them quick
Their momentum isn’t allowed to stick
Into the 2nd, Dodgers are on base but no runs come in
Then in 3rd Dodgers on base again, fighting to win
Red sox come back in the 4th on base, but stopped too
Their great playing in the 5th, keeps Dodgers behind straight through
In the 6th it’s a Red Sox home run by Mookie Betts, as they rise!
It’s now 3 to 1 with another great home run surprise!
Great playing double play later keeps them on the top this night
It seems the red sox are focused on their goal in sight
Into the 7th can you believe? This time Red Sox - Martinez - hits a home run!
And now the Red Sox are in the lead 4 to 1
Dodger’s good plays keep up the fight, nice
But Red Sox don’t let up, amazing pitching by Price
Then comes the 8th as they reach for their dream in the sky
It’s ANOTHER home run! 2nd for Pearce this night, as they fly!
Large crowds in Boston celebrate and rock the night away
Into the streets they gather and cheer this special day!
Pitcher Kelly enters the game, a strike out master
Brings the Red Sox closer to champs even faster
Into the ninth, pitcher Sale comes into the game
Finishing it off with a strike out into Red Sox Fame!!!
Red Sox are now World Series Champions 5 to 1
Pearce most valuable player award, with 2 home runs
The Red Sox fully earned their way to the top
An amazing team proving, no-one could stop!
CONGRATULATIONS SOX!
Heidi Sands
10/29/18
lids black out and allow me to write
while eyes shut tight
bring back four legged friends sprite
and though many years passed quite
I can remember those precious creatures
who barked at night
howling at inaudible sound or invisible light
casting silhouettes that fight
punctured the air with verbal byte
and now I list long gone
smart pets in alphabetical order – alright?
Baron – substantially German Sheppard
met his demise chasing a car on level road
the advantage overtaken
per vehicle with greater lode
which accidental death
found him buried in an unmarked grave
i.e. underground abode.
Georgie – a combination Boxer and Dalmatian
(with his cropped tail to boot
grew up as my canine brother
an essentially gave up the ghost
from organ failure of one or another.
Lady – this fur certain white German Sheppard
uncertain how, when or what
led to her body to collapse
perhaps while listening to snoop doggy dog raps
found on base near first stair
when rigor mortis set deathly traps.
Ruff – he and his litter mate Teddy
(listed below), an alpha beast o man’s and
woman’s best friend with moments of rage
as applicable to a dog, and seemed
to evince an intelligence like a sage.
Schultz – he apparently vanished in thin air
without a trace, not e’en
a filament of fur like hair
hopefully taken in by another pet lover,
but who knows where.
Shadow – pride of eldest sister,
he succumbed after becoming thermally ill
though diminutive for a black lab,
his absence left a void quite large to fill.
Socrates - dealt with harsh mistreatment
and distemper than tossed out
like trash, mine to sisters,
who nursed him with tender loving care
from his faux paws to a keen snout
which maintained his longevity no doubt.
Teddy – another throw away pet
found at Jacobsburg –
near Easton, Pennsylvania.
one lame leg (damaged
during his puppy hood)
lived til olde age.
my younger sister ( Shari)
brought him and Ruff home,
where their entire life he did stay
inherently evincing intelligence
that happiness found that chance
provided a doting owner this way.