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Hi All! My name is Sandi and I am the wife of a retired military man while I myself have served in the Air Force Reserve unit until I was told that both parents of a minor child could not serve at the same time..It is not so today but that was the rule back then. I was only able to serve six years but I am proud that I did and wouldn't give the world for the experience! I love this country..it is God's land. I remember the day, just before Kenneth was going to retire, that he was going to be sent to Iraq and the music in the background and all the proud men and women serving were at attention and the deep deep feelings of sadness and pride that he and I felt. That was when I learned how it felt to be the wife, mother, sister, brother etc. of an activated soldier. I want to thank the brave men and women serving today or who have served in the past for their bravery and unfaltering dedication whether in the states or in another land facing death each day of their life.. Yes that is the very least we can do and the most important words we can say to them...THANK YOU!
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The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's, but he has never collected unemployment either.He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer.He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all.He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime.He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking.In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot?A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.Prayer wheel for our military... please don't break it. Please send this .. a short prayer.Prayer Wheel"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless actsthey perform for us in our time of need. Amen."When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those in Iraq.There is nothing attached... This can be very powerful.......Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coastguardsman, Marine, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.
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I  never spoke a word until I was five.  It wasn't due to the broad spectrum disorder of autism that I was silent--there was no babbling, no cooing, no mispronounced words; nothing.&nbs...
Posted by Sandi on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 11:11:00 PST

With Love I Served, With Love I Left

By the time I went to Lackland AFB in Texas to do my basic training,  I had lived one lifetime.  I had loved and lost, married and buried, experienced divorce and remarriage, had children, g...
Posted by Sandi on Sun, 01 Jun 2008 04:16:00 PST

New Friend Requests

I get from 7-10 or more friend requests everyday and it takes time to look through profiles of each...Just don't give up on me.  If there is no accept/deny from me before they drop off, plea...
Posted by Sandi on Sat, 31 May 2008 05:03:00 PST

Just Some Childhood Memories

I grew up in a beer joint...at least that was what they were called when I was a child living in the coastal town of Corpus Christi, Texas. I was adopted at the age of three, separated from my primary...
Posted by Sandi on Thu, 29 May 2008 02:30:00 PST

Don’t Cut Down Our Country to Me!

I don't blog much but when I hear something that makes my hair stand on end, then I have to comment. I'm really tired of the a--holes that say, "I love my country but....!  Seems there's always a...
Posted by Sandi on Thu, 22 May 2008 11:25:00 PST

The Smile

The boy covered his ears with his hands to quiet the tauntings.  "What a bonehead!, just a stupid bonehead!" The gang of boys started throwing rocks at him.  He ran home, stumbling over the ...
Posted by Sandi on Tue, 20 May 2008 02:10:00 PST

The Little Girl

The little girl stood watching the lights of the ambulance and was frozen with fear.  She was so young that she had no idea what was happening and moved her head to look at her two sisters. ...
Posted by Sandi on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 02:53:00 PST

Joshua

My grandson Joshua Matthew has been diagnosed with autism.  He is the sweetest little man you’d ever hope to meet!  Josh will turn three years old the last part of June I was there whe...
Posted by Sandi on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 05:16:00 PST

You’ve Been Tagged!

Here's how you play. Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 weird, random things, facts, or habits about yourself. At the end, you choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names...
Posted by Sandi on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 11:36:00 PST

Brave Ones

The little male and the little female bird have a nest full of their newborn babies--each bobbing their small heads up and down, hungry for food.  They are completely dependent upon their parents...
Posted by Sandi on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 12:15:00 PST