FReeper Canteen ~ Tunes For Our Troops!! ~ 02 March 2013

Our Troops Rock !!! | The Canteen DJs

[Kathy in Alaska]

~ Freeper Canteen ~

Canteen Mission Statement
Showing support and boosting the morale of
our military and our allies' military
and family members of the above.
Honoring those who have served before.

Please post your Tunes For Our Troops!!

Please remember that The Canteen is here to support
and entertain our troops and veterans and their families,
and is family friendly.

[ConorMacNessa]

GOD BLESS AND PROTECT OUR TROOPS AND OUR BELOVED NATION!



The Star Spangled Banner – Verse Four
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Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

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Genuflectimus non ad principem sed ad Principem Pacis!

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)

[Kathy in Alaska]

Thanks, Nana Hope, for today's Pledge…((HUGS)) Thanks, AfghanMan and Penguin Girl, for your service to America.

[ConorMacNessa]

Thanks very much, Kathy!

***HUGS***



Coming aboard as we speak. Rendering Hand Salutes to our National Colors and to the Officer of the Deck!

Good weather here this week - no problems driving. I had a doctor's appointment this morning so I didn't get to the office until after 10:00 a.m. Got 9 hours in - left office at 8:00 p.m. Pain is not too bad today, thanks!

Genuflectimus non ad principem sed ad Principem Pacis!

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)

[ConorMacNessa]

Good evening, Army Bro! Long time no see! How have you been doing lately?



Keep Faith with the Fallen of Benghazi! Let the Obama Regime, for once, tell the Truth!

Fiat Justitia, Ruat Coelum!

Genuflectimus non ad principem sed ad Principem Pacis!

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)

[ConorMacNessa]

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 gold 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 other’s 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 gold 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 Finding The Narrative Of “The Empty Chair.”

Robert Schumann – “Traumerei”
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Never Forget The Brave Men And Women Who Gave Their Lives To Secure Our Freedom!!

Genuflectimus non ad principem sed ad Principem Pacis!

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)

[Kathy in Alaska]

Aloha and good afternoon, Hawaii...((HUGS))

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good evening, Sand...((HUGS))

I suspect you and Maddi had a good day. d:o)

Have your temps gone back up?

[Jet Jaguar]

“I Am Happy To Report That None Of Our Valiant Troops Fell In Battle Today!”

That is good news!

[Arrowhead1952]

Good evening to everyone at the Canteen. 54º here and 28º in daughter's area.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Woohoo!! You get to buy Hilary lunch!! ((HUGS))

Days are warming up, but nights are still freezing.

Have a wonderful weekend!!!

[SandRat]

Good evening, Kathy...((HUGS))

I and Maddi had a good morning. Her Mom picked her up at Noon because of a routine Doc appt.

Temps are back int low 60s now.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good evening, Arrowhead...((HUGS))...does daughter still have snow?

Did you work today?

[Kathy in Alaska]

Working our way up into the 40s during the next week. Feels like breakup, but it is too soon.
You got chilly again. Weird weather.

[Mrs.Nooseman]

Hi Ma!!!{{{{HUGS}}}}

[Mrs.Nooseman]

Good evening Conor.{{{HUGS}}}

[Kathy in Alaska]

Cool assortment of tunes, spel. Thanks for spinning them for the troops. ((HUGS))

[Drumbo]

Other than Wednesday night I haven’t been out. I had a sinus infection last Sunday that morphed in to plain ‘ol chronic bronchitis. It’s about over for now, but I’m still takin’ it easy until the congestion clears up.

We had about 20 minutes of snow yesterday - not enough to do anything with.

I may have some blues on tap tomorrow, but right now I’m snoozin’.

[Mrs.Nooseman]

Good evening Hope.{{{HUGS}}}

[Mrs.Nooseman]

Aloha Biglook.{{{HUGS}}}

[Mrs.Nooseman]

Good evening Drumbo.