Posted on 04/27/2008 5:53:50 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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Thank you, Rus, THE Mayor. Here’s the story, I just found it. Happy homecoming for local CA National Guard troops.
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National Guard soldiers return from year-long deployment in Iraq.
More than 60 soldiers of the 160th Long Range Surveillance Detachment celebrated their return from a 12-month combat tour in Iraq at a homecoming ceremony at the Joint Forces Training Base in Los Alamitos on Sunday.
During their deployment, the soldiers conducted security missions and supported humanitarian drops — care packages with school supplies and soccer balls.
http://www.ocregister.com/articles/soldiers-2028230
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Thank you, one and all of the 160th, for all you do. WELCOME HOME!!!
AMEN!! Thank you.
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Thank you LUV W!
My honor to do anything to honor our brave troops!
Love that post! Go Armed Forces!
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We still have four missing in Iraq: Navy pilot Scott Speicher from Desert Storm; soldiers Alex Jimenez and Byron Fouty and Army translator Ahmed K. Altaie.
We rightly disparage Job's three friends for their insensitive response to his suffering. Yet when they came, they sat in silence beside Job for 7 days before speaking. As it turned out, those were the most eloquent moments they spent with him.
Instinctively, I shrink back from people who are in pain. Who can know whether they want to talk about their predicament or not? Do they want to be consoled, or cheered up? What good can my presence possibly do?
Tony Campolo tells of going to a funeral. By mistake he ended up in the wrong parlor. It held the body of an elderly man, and his widow was the only mourner present. She seemed so lonely that Campolo decided to stay for the funeral. He even drove with her to the cemetery.
At the conclusion of the graveside service, Campolo finally confessed that he had not known her husband. "I thought as much," said the widow. "But it doesn't really matter. You'll never, ever, know what this means to me."
Most often those who suffer remember the quiet, unassuming person. Someone who was there when needed, who listened, who didn't keep glancing at a watch, who hugged, touched, and cried. In short, someone who was available and came on the sufferer's terms, not their own.
Good Morning, Thank you.
Just being there is more important than we realize.
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