A Few Of FR's Finest....Every Day....06-24-03....Happy First Anniversary To The Finest!

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[dansangel]

His charming and gracious ways are exceeded only by his so wonderful imagination, and ability to put that on paper for us.

He is, indeed, all of that. We are so fortunate that he dropped in to visit one day and decided to stay!

Yes - Johnny Mac is a truly special guy - The Very Finest of the Fine.

You'll get no argument from me - which is a first coming from the Inquisitor! LOL!

[LadyX]

We still need you to ward off any pirates that hove into sight, gunner!!

Glad you climbed down from the mainsail to share some Spam Delight with the rest of us..:))
LOL

Miss our dear Captain ofMagog, wherever he is....

[Diver Dave]

So sorry I am late getting here.

Glad you made it...and you brought a note from home. Guess you won't have to stay after school and write, "I was late" on the blackboard. :) Louie's waiting anxiously for his hugs.

Let's all raise our glasses to each other and to ourselves in a congratulatory toast with best wishes for another Finest year! To US!!!

Glasses raised... To US!!!

[Dubya]

[Dubya]

Your welcome and thanks to you also.

[Dubya]

good one.

[MeekOneGOP]

So ..... I get it! She is not at fault, right? When she left him there to bleed to death, she committed murder!! Poor thing it must have been the enviroment where she was raised!



What a bunch of BS!

hehe! I almost missed part of your comment there. :O)

Her friend, Titilesse "T" Caree Fry, testified against her yesterday and today. Today they replayed some of her testimony from yesterday. She said that she talked Chante into going to the nightclub (Big Bamboo ??) the night the hit and run occurred. As soon as I heard that testimony, I figured that Chante probably blames her friend for her woes. I can hear it now: If 'T' hadn't talked me into going out that night and getting drunk and stoned, this NEVER would have happened in the first place !!

[Dubya]

You are my Sunshine

[Dubya]

[Dubya]

What is a Veteran
Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye.

Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg - or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity.

Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem.

You can't tell a vet just by looking.

He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.

He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.

She - or he - is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.

He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back AT ALL.

He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.

He is the parade - riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.

He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.

He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies
unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.

He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.

He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being - a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.

He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.

So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say Thank You. That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.

Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU".

"It is the soldier, not the reporter, Who has given us freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, Who has given us freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, Who has given us the
freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier, Who salutes the flag, Who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag."

Father Denis Edward O'Brien/USMC

[Mama_Bear]

Glad you made it...and you brought a note from home. Guess you won't have to stay after school and write, "I was late" on the blackboard. :)

Thanks, Dave. You are so graciously forgiving. That is one of the nicest things about this place, isn't it? Except for T Man, who, bless his heart, is on a personal mission to keep us marching towards perfection (someone has to do it, LOL), everyone is so good about overlooking tardiness, typos, grammatical errors and other short-commings.

We think you are pretty special around here. Thanks for a year of positive, supportive, informative and uplifting posts,.....and for everything else you do for this site and for your country.

(((((((((((((((Dave)))))))))))))))))

[Dubya]

CH-46E mechanic carries rifle, guitar while deployed in support of OIF Submitted by: 3d Marine Aircraft Wing

KUWAIT(June 7, 2003) -- All is not quiet in the "tent city" at an air base here in the evening. After working on and around aircraft all day in temperatures that can reach more than 120 degrees, many of the service members here take advantage of an evening breeze to socialize, play cards and watch other Marines go about their business.

Entertainment is hard to come by here - there are a few small portable televisions and several sets of playing cards and dominoes, but almost everyone has some type of portable radio, compact disc player or mp3 device. Music, it seems, is difficult for these troops to live without.

Each General Purpose tent in the tent city will often have its own type of music wafting through the tent fabric; the latest rap or hip-hop hit can be heard from one 'hooch,' country music blares from the next.

All of the music is loud enough to hear from a distance, but one musical sound somehow carries above the rest, as a Marine with an acoustic guitar plays a classic song that almost everyone within hearing range knows some of the words to.

Lance Cpl. Bobby E. George, aviation ordinance technician, Marine Medium Helicopter Squadron 165, has become proficient at strumming the guitar he has been playing for less than five years.

[The Mayor]

Hello!! I'm still here.

[Pippin]

Hi, TM!

[The Mayor]

Hi, It's been a while. How's everything?

[LadyX]

It's about time you check in with us, The One & Only The Mayor - we missed you!

[deadhead]

Thank You so much for your History of the Finest.

Brilliant, Johnny.

[Aquamarine]

Thanks Pip! It should be alot of fun, I'll just be hostessing a few times a month.

[The Mayor]

OH! God Love ya..

It's been a tough few weeks. I have been to Atlanta, Virginia and all over New York State.
I just found a place to live and will be moving the family up over the 4th weekend.
I miss my family and FreeRepublic..

[knighthawk]

All is fine. I was very busy lately, so I didn't spend enough time at the FR.