USO Canteen FReeper Style....Veterans Never Forgotten.......July 7,2002

FRiends of the USO Canteen FReeper Style and Snow Bunny

[Snow Bunny]

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If you know a Veteran, someone in your family,
friend of the family, neighbor, who served their
country, take a brief moment of your day to thank them.

Thank them for the sacrifice they made for the better good
of their country.
We at Free Republic and the USO Canteen FReeper Style
are thankful for every service member in our military who
has served our great nation .

So, to the men and women who answered the call in both times of war and peace, thank you.

Our Veterans took a thousand towns and villages……Snow fields and empty stretches of Ocean…….. The jungles hot and deep, and fought the fight for FREEDOM, and turned then into sacred places with their courage in the face of unimaginable horror.

Anzio

When they fought their way ashore at Normandy…….Dodger their bombers through a deadly maze of antiaircraft fire.......Went weeks without sleep in a mad race to break the German Code……

They KNEW what was at stake.......it was US. Their children and grandchild and their homeland.......our FREEDOM

"THAT RAGGED OLD FLAG"

I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench, an old man was sittin there.
I said, "Your court house is kinda run down,
He said, "No, it will do for our little town".
I said "your old flag pole kinda leaned a little bit,
And that's a ragged old flag you got hanging on it".
He said "have a seat", so I sat down,
He said, "is this your first visit to our little town"
I said, "I think it is"
He said "I don't like to brag, but we're kinda proud of
"That Ragged Old Flag"

"You see, we got a little hole in that flag there,
When Washington took it across the Delaware.
It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key sat watching it, writing
"Oh Say Can You See"
It got a rip in New Orleans, with Packingham & Jackson
tugging at its seams.
It almost fell at the Alamo beside the Texas flag,
But she waved on tho.
It got cut with a sword in Chancellorsville,
Got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee and Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on
"That Ragged Old Flag"

On Flanders Field in World War I,
She took a bad hit from a Bertha Gun,
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp and low by the time that one was through,
She was in Korea, Vietnam, She went where she was sent
by her Uncle Sam. Mbr> The Native Americans, The Black, Yellow and White
All shed red blood for the Stars and Stripes.
And here in her own good land,
She's been abused, burned, dishonored, denied and refused,
And the very government for which she stands
Has been scandalized throughout out the land.
And she's getting thread bare, and she's wearing kinda thin,
But she's in pretty good shape, for the shape she's in.
Cause she's been through the fire before
and she can take a whole lot more.
So we raise her up every morning
And we bring her down slow every night,
We don't let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.
On second thought
I do like to brag
Cause I'm mighty proud of
"That Ragged Old Flag"
Written by Johnny Cash

FORGOTTEN FIGHTER

by James Kisner

"In World War II," he whispered, "I was wounded by a blast."
As he began his story, reminiscing of his past.
"I was just a boy back then, I lied about my age."
"To get into the army, and .... fight for the U.S.A."

"I love this country very much, it's still the very best."
"And I would fight, to keep it free, and safe from foreign pest."
"We won that war, and I came home, my wounds had healed enough,
To re-enlist with other men." "The army made us tough."

"Then a little flare up, in Korea called us out."
"A threat against our freedom, spreading fear without a doubt."
"There I caught a bullet, when I tried to save a friend."
"Another wound, for Uncle Sam, they sent me home to mend."

"Soldier, have you had enough? My sergeant said to me."
"Or, do you want another tour, if ever there's to be?"
"We would train and fight again, if ever ..... it need be."
"Because we love America, we'll fight to keep it free."

"It didn't take too long, before my boys were off again."
"We were shipped off to a war, we thought would never end."
"I didn't understand it much, if it was wrong or right."
"But ..... I was a U.S. soldier, and my country said "Go fight."

"I never questioned orders, that were sent from up above."
"I did it for America, the country, that I love."
"I fought to keep my country safe, again, in Viet Nam."
"Then, wounded I came home again, a victim of napalm."

"My fighting days were over now, and I had given all."
"But some had given more than me, their names are on a wall."
"I am now, well up in years, a soldier old and worn."
"I could only sit and pray, as I watched Desert Storm."

"So proud of our boys over there, who stand for what is right."
"Freedom is the battle cry, the reason why they fight."
"Young soldiers fight for liberty, protecting freedoms bliss."
"Old soldiers dream of by-gone-days, while fighting loneliness."
"We were heroes in our day," He said, and then he sighed.
"Forgotten in some V.A. home, and all my friends have died."

"I never ask for anything, just wanted to live free."
"But if you write this story, there are many just like me."
"Who fought to keep our country, safe and free from every foe."
"Only to come home again, and have no place to go."

"Sadly, when the limelight fails, Heroes fade away."
"Some men fight the silent battles, till their dying day."
"Please .... remember what it took, and what we had to pay."
"And join with us remembering on this Memorial Day."

"Memorial Day is special, it is not just summer's start."
"The reason that we have this day, should be etched on your heart."
"Lives were lost, and young men died, to keep this country free."
"So take a moment on that day, to meditate with me."
"Remember all those valiant men, and women who fought for,
The lifestyle that you now enjoy, because they went to war."

VETERANS NEVER FORGOTTEN

And away He went to war…….

Young, full of dreams and hope for a future...blue eyes shining bright.

He stepped on the bus that would carry him away from us.

We waved until we could see the bus no more and then we waved once more...as if to insure all our love went with him.

We could not imagine our baby boy going off to fight a war in a place we had never even heard of...

Days came and went. The letters were full of wonderful memories of his childhood and telling me to be sure and cook his favorite foods and think of him...He wrote about the endless rain that kept them walking in soggy field of rice ... and the heat that was relentless ... and of the people who were so distrustful because of the Americans.

He also wrote of his pride in our country...of believing in what he was doing.
And once he wrote a letter that ripped my heart into...he wrote

"Mom...there are times when I am in the foxholes and I feel like I am not going to come out. I don't want you to worry though, Mom because I believe I am going to come home...deep inside of me. I am coming home, Mom."

Never before had I thought much about soldiers until my son put on his uniform. And then I began to pray for them all...and when I would see one my heart would fill with love for them. I did not know all the horrors they saw or the pain they felt but I knew they were laying down their very lives for the country we live in.

I knew there was no greater love. Soon the calendar in our kitchen was filled with marks.

We were counting the days ... and then the letters which had been coming stopped.

A couple of weeks after the letters had stopped and my heart was growing so heavy...it hurt to breathe. A mother knows. I gave him life. He grew inside my body...and I knew. A part of my soul had died... I knew before the two men knocked on our door that morning. I did not hear much of their words...all I knew was my baby boy was gone. And I knew that my world would never be the same.

Many years have come and gone since that day in '69. But whenever I pass a soldier on the street or see one on TV, I stop and pray...

"Dear God...bless that young man...protect him and let him know how grateful we are for what he does. For what he is doing for this nation...bless His life, dear God. Please keep him safe and let him return home safe and sound..."

Today I laid a wreath and a flag on my son's grave. I could hear his words still even after all these years..."Mama, I am coming home." And he did ... not the way I had prayed but my son is home-in a place where there is no more death or sadness. And He is home in his mother's heart...with every breath I breathe.

Each time I sing, "Our Country 'tis of Thee...Sweet Land of Liberty," I see my son, I see mothers and fathers who have lost their children...I see wives who lost their husbands... I see children who lost their Dads ... and I see a flag waving in the wind over a land that is free.

And I know the cost of that freedom... God bless our veterans ... each and everyday.

May they always know the price they paid is not forgotten ... and the land they fought to save ... may freedom always ring!

I'M COMING HOME,A SOLDIER'S STORY

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me.

"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him." "There's something you should know," the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us." "I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live." "No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us." "Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."

At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police.

Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.

BALLAD OF THE CHOSIN

The nights were cold in the Korean soil But the night's been cold before And it's not so hard in your own back yard To be set for peace or war.

But in history there's a chapter of a place called Valley Forge Repeated one December on the Chosin Reservoir.

They had us all surrounded I could hear them scream and yell My feelings at that moment No tongue could ever tell.

I saw the bursting mortar shells And the bullets around me flew As all my strength had left me And all my courage too.

With the breaking of the morning Just before the dawn I heard the sounding bugles And the big attack was on.

The cotton quilted uniforms Against our bullet spree The screaming yelling banzai They called the human sea.

Baby faces bearded And chapped with hardenin' mud Parkas that were dirty And stained with frozen blood. Here a bunch of youngsters Who fought on 'til the end In the battle of the Chosin Where boys were turned to men.

Twelve long miles of convoy Headed for the sea Roadblocks at every turning Down through Koto-Ri. The frost bite and the wounded With their dead and dying too No matter what the objective be These boys were going through.

The Captain he informed us Perhaps he thought it right That before we reach the river boys We're going to have to fight

We're going out like Marines In an organized withdraw And no matter what the rumors say It's no retreat at all.

We fought at least nine hours Before the strife was ore And the like of the dead and wounded I've never seen before.

But the everlasting promise Kept along each bloody yard No one leaves behind the wounded 'Cause there ain't no fight that hard.

The Chaplain collected dog tags In his hands were quite a few There was Captain Smith's, McCloskies And Corporal Bryan's too.

And before we reached the river And fought our way back through The Sergeant had the dog tags And he had the Chaplains too.

If I made you pause one moment And take a little time Then I know it wasn't just in vain That I put these words to rhyme.

For there's just too many people Who take this all in stride Who hear these tales of battles Then cast it all aside.

The nights were cold in the Korean soil But the night's been cold before And it's not so hard in your own back yard To be set for peace or war

But in history there's a chapter of a place called Valley Forge Repeated one December on the Chosin Reservoir.

Written by Frank Gross

The Ballad of Chosin was composed on December 29th 1950 and it is believed to be among the first ballads to be composed on the war in Korea .

WHO'LL TAKE THE SON?

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Viet Nam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier.

The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son. About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door.

A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art. The young man held out his package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this." The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift."

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected. The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited overseeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son.

Who will bid for this picture?" There was silence. Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one." But the auctioneer persisted,

"Will someone bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding?$100, $200?" Another voice shouted angrily, "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"

But still the auctioneer continued, "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?" Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room.

It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

"We have $10, who will bid $20?" "Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."

"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?" The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"

A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!" The auctioneer laid down his gavel, "I'm sorry, the auction is over." "What about the paintings?" "I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time.

Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.

The man who took the son gets everything!" God gave his son 2,000 years ago to die on a cruel cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is "The son, the son, who'll take the son?" Because you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.

--Author unknown

11th Calvary Vietnam

To those warriors, who have passed on since
and to those who gave their youth,
their health and their peace of mind
in the fight for freedom,
particularly the freedom of speech,

We sleep safe in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night

to visit violence on those who would do us harm.” ~ Orwell

[Aquamarine]

[68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub]

Coos Bay Port Director: Security must not overwhelm Coast Guard

The tow boat Coos Bay helps a freighter move through Coos Bay and dock in the Bunker Hill area recently. With homeland security concerns, the U.S. Coast Guard is shifting from safety and rescue to national security. Port officials from around the Northwest have concerns about changing U.S. Coast Guard directives without providing adequate funding and resources that could compromise lifesaving missions. - World Photo by Lou Sennick

By Andrew Sirocchi, Staff Writer

As Congress begins to draft legislation intended to make the nation's ports safer from terrorism, the Oregon International Port of Coos Bay is warning that changing U.S. Coast Guard directives without providing adequate funding and resources could compromise lifesaving missions.

"Search and rescue stations are very important in the Pacific Northwest," said Mike Gaul, the port's operations director.

Hazardous, choppy waters make Oregon's and Washington's seascape among the most dangerous in the world, Gaul said at a Senate Subcommittee on Surface Transportation and Merchant Marine hearing, held in Portland early this week. The subcommittee hearing, chaired by Sen. Ron Wyden, D-Ore., and attended by Sen. Gordon Smith, R-Ore., has been charged with helping develop legislation to enhance port safety.

Gaul urged the group not to forget, as it develops strategies for protecting national security, that the Coast Guard's role in ensuring the safety of commercial and recreational boaters on the South Coast is imperative.

"Port security is one of the Coast Guard's missions but to go to the heightened alerts and do the things they have to do to make that their topmost priority they certainly have to, with their resources, have appropriate increases in personnel and resources," Gaul said.

Major port and security officials told Oregon's two senators on Tuesday that federal funding will be needed to make ports safer. Industry representatives also cautioned that any safety regulations should be crafted to avoid hindering trade.

"Many ports simply do not have the resources to comply with potential provision of a new federal law," Bob Hrdlicka, the marine director at the Port of Portland, stated in his written testimony. "Uniform federal funding is the surest way to secure maritime ports."

"In terms of port security legislation currently being considered by Congress, Nike would measure success in terms of implementing a process that sends relevant shipping information to U.S. Customs as the containers move toward the United States and in maintaining an effective in-bond program," stated Nike Director John Isbell in his written comments advocating for maintaining free and easy commerce.

Gaul agreed with both points.

"We have to have funding to go with any security that goes into place," Gaul said. "We want to maintain the level of service of commerce and trade and we certainly want to voice our concerns of any loss of the Coast Guard."

Gaul speaks from experience.

As a former master chief in the Coast Guard and manager of the Charleston Life Boat Station in the past, Gaul said he knows fatigue can set in and compromise the efficiency of operations when personnel are overworked.

"I just think that the threat is there," Gaul said; "that the priority may be national security and there may be a time when there's a search and rescue call that the Coast Guard may not be able to answer because of their primary mission."

The port representative said he is talking about future concerns and doesn't have any current worries.

"That's the reason for our comments," he said. "We wanted to alert the Coast Guard and alert the Senate Committee that they need to take these things into consideration."

Gaul presented the subcommittee with three concerns from the Port of Coos Bay, including:

-- committing to full federal funding for all security requirements imposed on ports. "As our agency has learned in managing the North Bend Municipal Airport (the only full commercial service airport on the Oregon coast) many ports do not have the financial resource necessary to comply with federal mandates. Federal funding is imperative to the success of any maritime security law, and we believe this applies to publicly-owned and privately-owned marine terminals," Gaul wrote.

-- committing to continuing free trade and commerce unhindered. "It is important to gear the regulation to the perceived problem rather than simply applying a blanket approach or to treat all ports in all situations the same," Gaul wrote.

-- and ensuring the historic mission of the Coast Guard in the Pacific Northwest is not altered from search and rescue and any changes to the Coast Guard's responsibilities should include increases in personnel and other resources.

The Port of Coos Bay was one of three from Oregon that was asked to be represented at the hearing. The other two ports included the Port of Portland and the inland Port of Umatilla.

Among the industry and agency personnel also invited to speak were Coast Guard Vice Admiral Terry Cross; Douglas Browning, deputy commissioner of U.S. Customs Service; Nike Director John Isbell; and the International Longshore and Warehouse Union.

While the Port of Coos Bay may not feel the impacts on trade as much as larger ports that can handle containerized cargo, Gaul cautioned against de-emphasizing risks to the Bay Area.

"We're probably a lower-risk port as far as bringing in some type of personnel or weapons or bomb," Gaul said, "but I think we're equally important as all other ports because we are a deep draft port."

[Light Speed]

King Edward I ..The "Longshanks",
Played by Patrick McGoohan.
Watched a documentary recently on Richard the Lionheart King of England.
Often Romanticised....Richard bumped his own father off to be King....the Guilt tormented him for the rest of his life.

[lodwick]

Beautiful - thanks. JL

[lodwick]

Keep your ears and eyes wide open - we just don't know where they could enter/attack next. Good man.

[Aquamarine]

Why don't you put Denises links inside her pictures next time? It gets everyone's attention that way.

[lodwick]

;-) I'm doing well to make a link, much less any artwork. That is a SUPER site.

[Aquamarine]

Freepmail.

[SassyMom]

Thanks for this link. That is one of my very favorite Toby Keith songs.

[SassyMom]

Hey, did I hear a rumor that there is going to be a beach party on the 13th??????? YIPPEE!!!!!!

[SAMWolf]

thunder storm coming through shutting down for a while

[Freedom'sWorthIt]

Nice picture, LadyX. Both Presidents Bush served in our military and both love and honor those who have served and who are serving today! What a JOY to know this after having eight years of America-hating, military-loathing Clinton Criminals in "power."

There's much at the White House website about saluting our veterans, here are some of the ones I have found there.

(And, Snow Bunny - once again - your first post is so breathtakingly beautiful - it is just awe-inspiring!)

And to those serving our country today and those who have served, deep gratitude and love forever!

"President George W. Bush salutes a veteran during a Memorial Day service at Notre Dame De La Paix Church at Normandy, France, May 27, 2002. The President and Mrs. Bush visited the beach and an American ceremony in honor of D-Day veterans. "

[SassyMom]

Come back soon!

[Freedom'sWorthIt]

Here's another:

(from last year)

"President George W. Bush salutes the Navajo Code Talkers during a ceremony at the U. S. Capitol July 26, 2001. "In war, using their native language, they relayed secret messages that turned the course of battle. At home, they carried for decades the secret of their own heroism," said the President who presented medals to 21 Native Americans who served during World War II."

[Freedom'sWorthIt]

Just saying, "Hi", and posting another "Veterans Salute" picture from the White House website:

Many Veterans were in the audience and on the podium for the July 4th West Virginia SALUTE to our military and our nation!

(Just posting here on this "Remember our Veterans" USO Canteener thread....)

[MeekOneGOP]

Looks like folks in Central Texas could use some oars, etc..........

Waters from the Canyon Lake
spillway flood a road in Comal
County.

Where once the Maricopa
bridge spanned the
Guadalupe River, now
there's nothing. The bridge
was known as the launching
point for tubers.
(TOM REEL / San Antonio
Express-News)


Deluge hits same place

'What are the odds it would happen again?'

07/06/2002

By DAVID McLEMORE / The Dallas Morning News

NEW BRAUNFELS, Texas - George Kapidian knows that lightning can strike the same place twice. He just didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

Friday morning, the Guadalupe River rose 20 feet, raging out of its banks to tear off Mr. Kapidian's garage door and run chest deep into his lovely brick home in northern New Braunfels.

Mr. Kapidian, 72, bought the house only last August. He knew it had been built on the foundation of a house washed away by the disastrous flood of 1998.

"We thought, 'What are the odds it would happen again?' Bam! Then the rains came," he said. "This is a big disappointment."

Dozens of homes in the charming riverside neighborhood in New Braunfels about six miles downstream from Gruene were awash to their rooflines Friday after Canyon Dam, gorged with rain from four days of thunderstorms, spilled torrents of water over its spillway for the first time in its 37-year history.

One such home, a wood house built on 8-foot stilts owned by Linda Coble, washed away Friday morning. Incredulous residents watched it float downriver past the Common Street bridge.

More than 50 people gathered along the roiling brown waters of the Guadalupe, taking photos as the river swept the house away. The water churned violently, carrying away tree branches, tires and other debris.

"It's just gone," said Dan Ackerman, who lives on higher ground in the neighborhood. "It got washed away in '98 and they rebuilt it. But it's gone again."

Ms. Coble's house had been built on the foundations of a stone home destroyed when the Guadalupe blasted out of its banks four years ago after record rains over a 24-hour period.

Ms. Coble was able to get most of her valuables out of the house and loaded onto a rental trailer. She later took shelter with family members, neighbors said.

In October 1998, when the skies opened up and dumped about 20 inches of rain on the region, the Guadalupe went on a rampage.

This time, after four days of continuing rainfall, Canyon Lake became engorged with upstream runoff. A new round of thunderstorms Thursday was too much.

Normally, the Guadalupe runs at an average flow from 300 to 500 cubic feet per second. By Friday afternoon, as 6.59 feet of water flowed over the spillway in a torrent, more than 61,000 cfs of water flowed through the Guadalupe.

"We're anticipating a flow of 84,000 cfs through New Braunfels by Friday night," said Comal County Judge Danny Scheel. "At the peak of the 1998 floods, the flow was 120,000 cfs. If we get a substantial amount of rain, it will be just like 1998."

Thursday and Friday, officials ordered about 200 to 300 homes along the Guadalupe to be evacuated. Many of those same residents had been washed out in the record-breaking floods of 1998.

"In 1998, many of the homes affected were outside the 100-year flood plain line," Mr. Scheel said. "They were victims of circumstance. Now, it seems, lightning strikes twice. And it's not over yet."

Many residents, who found life along the river too valuable to give up on, took a chance that Mother Nature wouldn't strike again so quickly.

"That barricade is about has high as it got in '98, so I think my house is safe again," said Trudy Wendler, whose pink brick home barely dodged the flood four years ago.

She points as chocolate-brown water laps five feet or so beyond an orange-and-white striped barricade that sits in the street only one house away from hers.

"It's been a little scary but the flood in 1998 was the worst ever and I've lived here for 17 years and in New Braunfels all my life," said Ms. Wendler, 80. "A lot of people got washed away, and they built again. Now they have to go through all that all over again."

Ms. Wendler doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon. "This is a really lovely part of town when the weather is good," she said. "I don't want to leave. This is my home."

A few blocks away at the Kapidian home, Mr. Kapidian and his wife, Mary Ann Kapidian, are now engaged in salvaging her mother's furniture from the flooded home next to theirs.

As a light rain falls, neighbors join in to wade through knee-deep water to remove heavy oak furniture. Other neighbors assist by covering tables, chairs and glass-front chests with blue tarps.

At Mrs. Kapidian's feet sits a small collection of wedding photos, family portraits and other framed photos. Her husband, a retired damage estimator for State Farm Insurance, lights a cigarette and sighs.

"The police came knocking on the door at 7 a.m. Thursday, saying we had to get out ASAP," he said. "That stretched to the afternoon, so we had enough time to get our important papers and some photos, and move out some of our valuables. But the other stuff ..." he gestures with his hands, like shaking something away.

That "stuff" includes woodworking tools, a new refrigerator and a new large-screen high-definition television that is now soggy.

"We're from California, but we moved here to be close to her mother," Mr. Kapidian said. "I fell in love with the place. It's really a great place to live. The question now is: What will we do next?"

A moment later, he answers his own question. "You know, it may sound stupid, but we'll probably tear it all down and rebuild," Mr. Kapidian said. "In California, you get used to living with earthquakes, mudslides and other disasters. We can do that just as easy in Texas."

E-mail dmclemore@dallasnews.com

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Online at: http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dallas/tsw/stories/070602dntexbattered.3cb8c.html

[lodwick]

;-) You're so welcome. Enjoy.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Nice song but, how about a little less talk and a lot more action…

Toby Keith

[SAMWolf]

Yep! Be there and be skimpy!!!