[HopeandGlory]

Oh Spotsy . . . .you'd better get here soon and defend yourself . . . LOL!!!

[Soaring Feather]

WOO HOO #50!!! Hope and Glory!!

[Spotsy]

LOL! I see you ladies are causing trouble again. ;)

What is this 8/30/05 business? I nearly fell off of my chair thinking that I have the date wrong. Isn't today the 27th???

Song of the Pancake Chef

I'm the pancake chef,
And I do, when I can,
Eat pancakes by the score;
I bake them brown,
And the Troops swallow them down,
And loudly call for more.

I'll lay my stakes
That a million cakes
the Troops eat between two naps;
Then call for more,
A million and four,
Or a million and five, perhaps.

It makes us fat,
And more than that,
we're jolly through and through;
We've been known to laugh
For a year and a half,
Or why not call it two

Oh, they long for a cake
As big as I make,
Say, fifty townships wide;
They would handle it quite
At a single bite
And stow it away inside.

modified work of John Edward Everett

[MNJohnnie]

My 1st shot at poetry. Posted it on the Canteen thread. Would be intrested on feed back.

For us there were no homecomings, no yellow ribbons, no parades.

58,266 of our heroes moulder in their graves.

We answered our call, we stood our ground and met our foe with steel.

In a land far away, they call Viet Nam.

For this our countrymen spit on us and said we should be 'shamed.

We bite our tongues, got on with life and held our 'nam brothers close

We hid our tears and our scars and dreamed of forgotten ghosts.

And the generations change and time moves on and our critics learn a truth.

It is not us who are shamed but they who had spit

WE answered out call, fulfilled OUR oath and of this our children boast.