Posted on 03/23/2008 5:55:17 PM PDT by The Mayor
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HALL OF FAME #19 THE WEEKEND THREAD T.G.I.F. at the Finest |
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Your welcome Meg... As always Thank You for your great posts and your dedication to the troops.
PS..... I Love your new Graphic. Did you make that for me????
You are so sweet.
Thank you!
I had the butterfly graphic but had lost it..I just inserted the words..I can’t “create” graphics..I just frame and do html.
Great pics of your dogs and the snow...It’s 34 right now but will warm up to the 60s later today.
You are very talented Meg.
Thank you.
;o) I owe all to Billie...and lots of trial and error...
Dolly, there is nothing I like better than seeing your darling dogs in the big snow. They just are so enthusiastic! Thanks!
Thank you, Mr. Mayor for our Military Monday thread and your Pledge is so pretty!
Meg, Love your butterfly graphic and your picture above it! Isn’t that little boy just darling dressed up?
Thank you and your welcome.
I have to run and it’s gonna be a long day. Tonight I have to interview candidates for local, state and congressional offices. D and R’s as we run people with a Primary Challenge endorsement.
Check it out at http://primarychallenge.org
Friday Mornings at the Pentagon
By JOSEPH L. GALLOWAY
McClatchy Newspapers
Over the last 12 months, 1,042 soldiers, Marines, sailors and Air Force personnel have given their lives in the duty that is war. Thousands more have come home on stretchers, horribly wounded and facing months or years in military hospitals.
Army Lt. Col. Robert Bateman, who recently completed a yearlong tour of duty in Iraq and is now back at the Pentagon.
Here’s Lt. Col. Bateman’s account of a little-known ceremony that fills the halls of the Army corridor of the Pentagon with cheers, ap plause and many tears every Friday morning. It first appeared on May 17 on the Weblog of media critic and pundit Eric Alterman at the Media Matters for America Website.
‘It is 110 yards from the ‘E’ ring to the ‘A’ ring of the Pentagon. This section of the Pentagon is newly renovated; the floors shine, the hallway is broad, and the lighting is bright. At this instant the entire length of the corridor is packed with officers, a few sergeants and some civilians, all crammed tightly three and four deep against the walls. There are thousands here.
This hallway, more than any other, is the `Army’ hallway. The G3 offices line one side, G2 the other, G8 is around the corner. All Army. Moderate conversations flow in a low buzz. Friends who may not have seen each other for a few weeks, or a few years, spot each other, cross the way and renew.
Everyone shifts to ensure an open path remains down the center. The air conditioning system was not designed for this press of bo dies in this area.
The temperature is rising already. Nobody cares. ‘10:36 hours: The clapping starts at the E-Ring. That is the outermost of the five rings of the Pentagon and it is closest to the entrance to the building. This clapping is low, sustained, hearty. It is applause with a deep emotion behind it as it moves forward in a wave down the length of the hallway.
‘A steady rolling wave of sound it is, moving at the pace of the soldier in the wheelchair who marks the forward edge with his presence. He is the first. He is missing the greater part of one leg, and some of his wounds are still suppurating. By his age I expect that he is a private, or perhaps a private first class.
‘Captains, majors, lieutenant colonels and colonels meet his gaze and nod as they applaud, soldier to soldier. Three years ago when I described one of these events, those lining the hallways were somewhat different. The applause a little wilder, perhaps in private guilt for not havin g shared in the burden ... yet.
‘Now almost everyone lining the hallway is, like the man in the wheelchair, also a combat veteran. This steadies the applause, but I think deepens the sentiment. We have all been there now. The soldier’s chair is pushed by, I believe, a full colonel.
‘Behind him, and stretching the length from Rings E to A, come more of his peers, each private, corporal, or sergeant assisted as need be by a field grade officer.
‘11:00 hours: Twenty-four minutes of steady applause. My hands hurt, and I laugh to myself at how stupid that sounds in my own head. My hands hurt. Please! Shut up and clap. For twenty-four minutes, soldier after soldier has come down this hallway - 20, 25, 30. Fifty-three legs come with them, and perhaps only 52 hands or arms, but down this hall came 30 solid hearts.
They pass down this corridor of officers and applause, and then meet for a private lunch, at which they are the guests of honor, hosted by the general s. Some are wheeled along. Some insist upon getting out of their chairs, to march as best they can with their chin held up, down this hallway, through this most unique audience. Some are catching handshakes and smiling like a politician at a Fourth of July parade. More than a couple of them seem amazed and are smiling shyly.
‘There are families with them as well: the 18-year-old war-bride pushing her 19-year-old husband’s wheelchair and not quite understanding why her husband is so affected by this, the boy she grew up with, now a man, who had never shed a tear is crying; the older immigrant Latino parents who have, perhaps more than their wounded mid-20s son, an appreciation for the emotion given on their son’s behalf. No man in that hallway, walking or clapping, is ashamed by the silent tears on more than a few cheeks. An Airborne Ranger wipes his eyes only to better see. A couple of the officers in this crowd have themselves been a part of this parade in the past.
These are our men, broken in body they may be, but they are our brothers, and we welcome them home. This parade has gone on, every single Friday, all year long, for more than four years.
‘Did you know that?
The media hasn’t yet told the story.’
God Bless America & God Bless Our Troops
Thank you, jaycee..That picture made me smile big!..Love your sweet patriotic graphics..and AMEN!
I need to get out and clean up my patio but I am having a back attack..Maybe later it will subside. My youpon drops red berries and I track them in on the carpet ..no matter how carefully I try to avoid it..All it takes is one forgetful moment.
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SOoo beautiful, Kitty! Amen
Have a Blessed Day Everyone.
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