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FReeper Canteen - Tunes For Our Troops - 28 April 2012
Our Troops Rock!!!!
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Posted on 04/27/2012 6:00:47 PM PDT by AZamericonnie
TOPICS: Culture/Society; Extended News; Free Republic
KEYWORDS: canteen; military; troopsupport
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To: AZamericonnie
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posted on
04/27/2012 6:23:04 PM PDT
by
TASMANIANRED
(We kneel to no prince but the Prince of Peace)
To: ConorMacNessa
And first in....Mac grabs the gold!!
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posted on
04/27/2012 6:23:15 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
To: Kathy in Alaska
Good evening, Kathy!
*HUGS*
Happy Friday! Great to see you this evening!
Nos genuflectitur ad non princeps sed Princeps Pacem!
Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)
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posted on
04/27/2012 6:23:47 PM PDT
by
ConorMacNessa
(HM/2 USN, 3/5 Marines RVN 1969 - St. Michael the Archangel defend us in Battle!)
To: Publius
I actually saw Mac Davis in concert when I was a young girl. It was a good show as I remember...I think I was only about 14 at the time. :)
To: AZamericonnie
One of the videos I tracked down of Davis is a live concert performance from 2008.
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posted on
04/27/2012 6:25:42 PM PDT
by
Publius
To: All; everyone; AZamericonnie; Kathy in Alaska; LUV W
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posted on
04/27/2012 6:25:48 PM PDT
by
Cindy
To: Publius
And close behind....Publius!!
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posted on
04/27/2012 6:26:11 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
To: Kathy in Alaska; laurenmarlowe; BIGLOOK; alfa6; EsmeraldaA; SandRat; mylife; TMSuchman; PROCON; ...
Welcome To All Who Enter This Canteen, To Our Serving Military, To Our Veterans, To All Military Families, To Our FRiends and To Our Allies!
Missing Man Setting
The Empty Chair
By Captain Carroll Lex Lefon, USN (ret), on December 21st, 2004
In the wardroom onboard the aircraft carrier from which I recently debarked was a small, round table, with single chair. No one ever sat there, and the reasons, both for the table being there, and for the fact that the chair was always empty, will tell the reader a little bit about who we are as a culture.The wardroom, of course, is where the officers will dine; morning, noon and evening. It is not only a place to eat it is also a kind of oasis from the sometimes dreary, often difficult exigencies of the service. A place of social discourse, of momentary relief from the burdens of the day. The only things explicitly forbidden by inviolable tradition in the wardroom are the wearing of a cover or sword by an officer not actually on watch, or conversation which touches upon politics or religion. But aboard ships which observe the custom, another implicit taboo concerns the empty chair: No matter how crowded the room, no matter who is waiting to be seated, that chair is never moved, never taken.
The table is by the main entrance to the wardroom. You will see it when you enter, and you will see it when you leave. It draws your eyes because it is meant to. And because it draws your eyes it draws your thoughts. And though it will be there every day for as long as you are at sea, you will look at it every time and your eyes will momentarily grow distant as you think for a moment. As you quietly give thanks.
As you remember.
The small, round table is covered with a white linen tablecloth. A single place setting rests there, of fine bone china. A wineglass stands upon the table, inverted, empty. On the dinner plate is a pinch of salt. On the bread plate is a slice of lemon. Besides the plate lies a bible. There is a small vase with a single red rose upon the table. Around the vase is wound a yellow ribbon. There is the empty chair.
We will remember because over the course of our careers, we will have had the opportunity to enjoy many a formal evening of dinner and dancing in the fine company of those with whom we have the honor to serve, and their lovely ladies. And as the night wears on, our faces will in time become flushed with pleasure of each others company, with the exertions on the dance floor, with the effects of our libations. But while the feast is still at its best, order will be called to the room we will be asked to raise our glasses to the empty table, and we will be asked to remember:
The table is round to show our everlasting concern for those who are missing. The single setting reminds us that every one of them went to their fates alone, that every life was unique.
The tablecloth is white symbolizing the purity of their motives when they answered the call to duty.
The single red rose, displayed in a vase, reminds us of the life of each of the missing, and their loved ones who kept the faith.
The yellow ribbon around the vase symbolizes our continued determination to remember them.
The slice of lemon reminds us of the bitterness of their fate. The salt symbolizes the tears shed by those who loved them. The bible represents the faith that sustained them. The glass is inverted they cannot share in the toast. The chair is empty they are not here. They are missing.
And we will remember, and we will raise our glasses to those who went before us, and who gave all that they had for us. And a part of the flush in our faces will pale as we remember that nothing worth having ever came without a cost. We will remember that many of our brothers and sisters have paid that cost in blood. We will remember that the reckoning is not over.
We many of us will settle with our families into our holiday season, our Christmas season for those who celebrate it, content in our fortune and prosperity. We will meet old friends with smiles and laughter. We will meet our members of our family with hugs. We will eat well, and exchange gifts and raise our glasses to the year passed in gratitude, and to the year to come with hope. We will sleep the sleep of the protected, secure in our homes, secure in our homeland.
But for many families, there will be an empty chair at the table this year. A place that is not filled.
We should remember.
Thanks To Alfa6 For The Narrative Of The Empty Chair.
Schumann - Traumerei (Click)
Never Forget Those Who Sacrificed All That We Could Live In Freedom!!
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Nos genuflectitur ad non princeps sed Princeps Pacem!
Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)
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posted on
04/27/2012 6:26:11 PM PDT
by
ConorMacNessa
(HM/2 USN, 3/5 Marines RVN 1969 - St. Michael the Archangel defend us in Battle!)
To: AZamericonnie
All's well and all are doing well too. ((HUGS))
If my son ever finishes working on his friend's transmission, we'll make plans and all get together.If his friend can't make it.....well, we'll all know why.
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posted on
04/27/2012 6:26:48 PM PDT
by
BIGLOOK
To: BIGLOOK
And Hawaii is close, too!
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posted on
04/27/2012 6:29:24 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
To: AZamericonnie; ConorMacNessa; Drumbo; Kathy in Alaska; MS.BEHAVIN; LUV W
Last week we looked at Memphis producer Chips Moman and his stable of songwriters: Wayne Carson, Mark James, Mac Davis and Eddie Rabbitt. Moman had taken the gifted Alex Chilton and turned him into a star, and had brought Elvis Presleys career back from the dead. By 1972, Momans work was done. He had laid the groundwork for Hot Country, and it would be the job of Mac Davis and Eddie Rabbitt to take it to the next level.
Mac Davis had grown up in Lubbock, TX. He was small, but a brawler, losing most of his fights. Even after joining Golden Gloves, he ended up on the mat more often than standing upright.
He moved to Atlanta, working as a regional manager for two labels and writing songs on the side. This was where he got the audition singing In the Ghetto (under its original title, The Vicious Circle) for Sammy Davis, Jr. As a musician, he worked with Nancy Sinatra for a few years in the twilight of her career.
In 1970 Mac left Sinatra for Columbia Records where he joined the labels roster of country stars. He had several song writing hits behind him for other artists, and it was time for Mac to make his own mark as a vocalist. In 1972, he hit it out of the park.
Mac Davis began by effortlessly striding the divide between country and pop. Music was changing in the Seventies. Country had always had its songs about honky-tonk angels and the seedier side of rural life. Now that the sexual revolution had invaded the areas outside of cities and college towns, Mac reflected that with a song telling his woman not to get too attached because he wasnt ready to settle down. The lyrics dont mince words.
Mac Davis: Baby Dont Get Hooked on Me
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posted on
04/27/2012 6:29:50 PM PDT
by
Publius
To: Kathy in Alaska
Thanks for da ping Kathy. Did your week end well? Mom & Dad doing well? *hugs*
To: ConorMacNessa
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posted on
04/27/2012 6:32:21 PM PDT
by
TASMANIANRED
(We kneel to no prince but the Prince of Peace)
To: ConorMacNessa
Aloha Doc!
How's the PT going?
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posted on
04/27/2012 6:33:06 PM PDT
by
BIGLOOK
To: mylife; LUV W; Kathy in Alaska; MS.BEHAVIN; Drumbo; EsmeraldaA; acad1228; STARWISE; Cindy; ...
To: ConorMacNessa
Evening Mac, Hugs.
I don’t know if it’s FR or my computer acting wacky tonight.
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posted on
04/27/2012 6:33:33 PM PDT
by
TASMANIANRED
(We kneel to no prince but the Prince of Peace)
To: Publius
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posted on
04/27/2012 6:34:10 PM PDT
by
TASMANIANRED
(We kneel to no prince but the Prince of Peace)
To: BIGLOOK
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posted on
04/27/2012 6:35:00 PM PDT
by
TASMANIANRED
(We kneel to no prince but the Prince of Peace)
To: SkyDancer
G’day Janie & so nice to see you! *Hugs*
What great pics you always post & thank you for them.
A good week for you? Lot’s of air time?
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