Posted on 06/25/2002 2:31:57 AM PDT by Snow Bunny
With the Marine Corps at its greatest buildup then, for Korean combat, Women Marines freed men for their primary role - to protect our Republic and its ideals.
Wow - fifty years ago? That's a long time, dear LadyX - but it probably seems like yesterday.
God bless you and your wonderful family on this special day. And thank you for your FR friendship and our sharing of our faith in our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ!
I absolutely was in heaven when the sun did not set there from the middle of May to the middle of August, with just a little twilight around midnight and then back to full sun.
Personnel coming off shift at midnight would go out and play baseball, go fishing, etc. - didn't have to turn on the lights in the house until about 10:30 p.m., briefly.
To me, going to sleep meant closing my eyes, and I didn't KNOW whether it was light or dark!
When we drove out to return to the Lower 48 at 0001 on 1 June '66, at 2 a.m. I had to put on sunglasses, going toward the southeast.
It was the dark winters - the opposite - that depressed me. Two and a half hours and then pitch black was horrible.
To this day, when the summer solstice passes, I put on a mental black armband, knowing I'm losing light until the winter solstice!
Harking back to a LONG time ago, my reply to you is
only The Shadow knows!! - LOL
Loogy Lotion? What Loogy Lotion? Never heard of the stuff!
From this Website
When you think the U.S. isn't thought well of all over the
world, read this editorial from a Romanian Newspaper.
FROM ROMANIA: RECOGNITION (AND ENVY)
OF THE AMERICAN ETHOS AND ÉLAN!!
Subject: Editorial from a Romanian newspaper An ode to
America Why are Americans so united? They don't resemble
one another even if you paint them! They speak all the
languages of the world and form an astonishing mixture of
civilizations. Some of them are nearly extinct, others are
incompatible with one another, and in matters of religious
beliefs, not even God can count how many they are.
Still, the American tragedy turned three hundred million people
into a hand put on the heart. Nobody rushed to accuse the White
House, the army, the secret services that they are only a bunch of
losers. Nobody rushed to empty their bank accounts. Nobody
rushed on the streets nearby to gape about. The Americans
volunteered to donate blood and to give a helping hand. After the
first moments of panic, they raised the flag on the smoking ruins,
putting on T-shirts, caps and ties in the colors of the national flag.
They placed flags on buildings and cars as if in every place and on
every car a minister or the president was passing. On every
occasion they started singing their traditional song: "God Bless
America!".
Silent as a rock, I watched the charity concert broadcast on Saturday
once, twice, three times, on different TV channels. There were Clint
Eastwood, Willie Nelson, Robert de Niro, Julia Roberts, Cassius Clay,
Jack Nicholson, Bruce Springsteen, Silvester Stalone, James Wood,
and many others whom no film or producers could ever bring together.
The American's solidarity spirit turned them into a choir. Actually,
choir is not the word. What you could hear was the heavy artillery of the
American soul. What neither George W. Bush, nor Bill Clinton, nor
Colin Powell could say without facing the risk of stumbling over words
and sounds, was being heard in a great and unmistakable way in this
charity concert.
I don't know how it happened that all this obsessive singing of
America didn't sound croaky, nationalist, or ostentatious! It made you green
with envy because you weren't able to sing for your country without running
the risk of being considered chauvinist, ridiculous, or suspected of
who-knows-what mean interests.
I watched the live broadcast and the rerun of its rerun for hours
listening to the story of the guy who went down one hundred floors
with a woman in a wheelchair without knowing who she was, or of
the Californian hockey player, who fought with the terrorists and
prevented the plane from hitting a target that would have killed other
hundreds or thousands of people. How on earth were they able to
bow before a fellow human?
Imperceptibly, with every word and musical note, the memory of
some turned into a modern myth of tragic heroes. And with every
phone call, millions and millions of dollars were put in a collection
aimed at rewarding not a man or a family, but a spirit which nothing
can buy.
What on earth can unite the Americans in such a way? Their land?
Their galloping history? Their economic power? Money? I tried for
hours to find an answer, humming songs and murmuring phrases which
risk of sounding like commonplaces. I thought things over, but I reached only one conclusion.
Only freedom can work such miracles!
!
LOL! This certainly brings back memories for me. In fact, my brother and I were just reminiscing about this last Sunday night. He had just returned from a trip to Alaska and had forgotten about the light. We revisited our Fairbanks memories of dirt clod fights at 2:00 am and coming in to ask mom (LadyX) if it was supposed to be "daytime or nighttime". As kids enjoying a blissfull summer, we didn't have work or school schedules to guide us. Thanks for the memories...
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.