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July 4 , 2005
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Warrior Souls
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Posted at 05:00 EST
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 "Soon…16 warrior souls are seeing each other for the first time – with questioning eyes…whoa. What now? They see their physical bodies in the wreckage – but they are still here. Is this what death is? They are motionless, unsure, seeking answers. A light shines above them, and an angel comes down to them – beckoning them to come. The angel is dressed in a WWI style infantryman’s uniform. He tells them, without words, not to worry. Warriors take care of their own in Heaven, he says. They have been expected, and there is a big reception planned. He asks if they would like to visit their loved one’s before going to Heaven. They all say yes. The angel takes them instantly to their homes – where word of the tragedy has not yet reached. They see their wives and children sleeping, playing. They see their parents, friends, and teammates. They tell them not to worry, for they are going to a safe place. They pray that their loved ones will understand that life is fleeting, and that death is part of the warrior’s path. Do not grieve us they say…we died an honorable death. Honor our memory. Tell our story. Teach our children how to live with dignity and honor. Teach our teammates how to live well, and die honorably. Mourn us for a time, but then celebrate our lives."
God Bless them all.
And God Bless all of you on the 4th of July.
Mark Divine USN (Ret.)
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July 1 , 2005
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Not Your Ordinary Blondes!
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Posted at 05:00 EST
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Meet one of the US Air Force's largest and most precious aircraft, the KC-135 Stratotanker.
This is the plane you've seen "mated" to fighter and bomber jets while transferring fuel to them.
Now, for the really fun part, I give you the real live crew of what was the busiest of these tankers at work in Afghanistan during the beginning of US operations there:
The crew, starting from the lower left and moving clockwise, is 1st Lieutenant Alison, navigator, Capt. Heather, pilot and aircraft commander, Capt. Waynetta, co-pilot, and Senior Airman Lyndi, boom operator. Between the four of them, they total almost 4,000 flying hours.
Next time you think we aren't doing much in that country as far as operations go, think of all the Afgan women who have seen these young women in action!
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June 6 , 2005
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D-Day June 6, 1944
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Posted at 19:00 EST
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For those who served, that we may live, thank you. You will be remembered!
Clicking on the plaque below will take you to the National D-Day Memorial Foundation.

This organization is currently working to memorialize the names of all members of both US and Allied forces who lost their lives during the D-Day invasion on June 6, 1944. |
May 30 , 2005
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The Love of Friends
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Posted at 12:00 EST
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I was away from AW for about 6 months so this is my first entry in a long while...
The reason for my absence was a rather ugly car accident that left me with, among other things, broken hands. So I couldn't even send so much as an "IM" to tell folks here where I had disappeared to or what might have happened to me.
I am doing much better now, and healing day by day, but that is not the point of this writing...
After having gone through such a traumatic emotional and physical ordeal, I was determined that nothing would ever come close to reaching my emotions, good or bad, ever again - I'd had quite enough of them in the days following my wreck. Now, more than ever, I keep them locked away in a nice safe place where they can't be harmed.
But I didn't count on the amazing people here at AW - folks I am honored to call my friends. Even after I had been gone with no word for months, their emails kept right on coming. And when I finally did login after all that time, I was welcomed to such an extent that it brought tears to my eyes. (You know, the ones I swore I'd never let fall again. *S*)
It felt like coming home again, except this time it was to the family of my own choosing. *LOL*
So to those folks who helped me in both my physical and emotional recovery more than you could ever know, I thank you from the bottom of my soul.
Corney, Bryce, Cearas, Bronwyn, Eoghain, Cathal, Holly MacRoth, Katlyne MacRoth, Amlaidh Niafer, Flidais Niafer, "Mac" and everyone who welcomed this "prodical daughter" back to the fold so warmly, you are the true meaning of what it is to be a friend and I am blessed to know each and every one of you.
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September 16 , 2004
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Live with Intention
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Posted at 08:00 EST
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The gram appeared nearly 2 hours after it was written and it's author was long gone. It's single sentence read: "Each life is a story...how will yours be told?" (Or very nearly that, I'll have to look again to make sure.)
Well my friend, I can't say for certain, but when all is said and done, I sure hope it sounds something like this...
She danced...
she sang. she took.
she gave.
she served.
she loved.
she created.
she dissented. she
enlivened.
she saw. she grew. she sweated.
she changed.
she learned. she laughed.
She Shed
Her Skin.
She bled upon the pages of her days,
she walked through
walls.
She lived with intention.
"A Living Eulogy" Written by:
Mary Anne Radmacher '97
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September 11 , 2004
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Can't Cry Hard Enough
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Posted at 23:00 EST
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The title of this entry comes from a website tribute to those taken from us so suddenly three years ago today.
(See link below)
The second link is also a memorial of that day and it's difficult to watch. It is graphic and it is heartbreaking...but what occured that day was graphic and heartbreaking wasn't it?
I owe it to my friends, especially the ones no longer here, to never forget, nor water down the horror they went through that day...
because I would then deny their response to it.
All of them...on the planes, in the buildings and in the rubble of the aftermath met with the darkest hour our nation has ever seen. And they did so with the brightest light of all that is good and honorable in the human spirit.
I love them and I miss them and I'll be damned if I take that away from them now.
It hurts like hell, but I will remember.
And I will hug the friends I see today extra tight and maybe be a little more aware of how blessed I am to have them.
Can't Cry Hard Enough
"9/11 Tribute"
(graphic images)
Cut & Paste if link fails
http://home.comcast.net/~sept11/
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Climb Higher
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Posted at 06:00 EST
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Tribute to FDNY
"Keep on climbing," says the Captain "On up through the smoke and smell!"
"Keep on climbing," says the Captain " Think I heard somebody yell!"
"Keep on climbing," says the Captain "Alive or dead, not ours to tell!"
"Keep on climbing," calls the Captain "Forget about your pain!"
"Keep on climbing," shouts the Captain "We still have more floors to gain!"
"Keep on climbing," yells the Captain "We will bring them down again!"
"Keep on climbing," cries the Captain "I am right here, climbing too!"
"Keep on climbing," barks the Captain "Now they need the best from you!"
"Keep on climbing," gasps the Captain "Forget about those sounds!"
"It’s just some girders twisting and some concrete falling down..."
"Keep on climbing," he now whispers "Climb on, right up to that light!"
"Right up thru that brilliant sunshine, No more smoke, No fire to fight."
"Keep on climbing," sings the Captain as an Angel led the way.
"Steady now boys," says Captain "We just did our job today."
"Keep on climbing" prays the Captain, eyes raised, headed for the top...
So when you’re tired and feel like quitting...?
Remember Them,
They Didn’t Stop.
Written by Jim McGregor, Fire Chief
Langley City Fire-Rescue Service
September 2001
FDNY
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