Busy, Busy, Busy and an Important Message re: The Troops

I spent the day today organizing stuff, packing, and archiving tapes. I’ve made the most progress on the tapes – I’m more than halfway through the case of 100. Of course, I’m skipping quite a few.

I’ve been trying different methods for archiving a Ray Stevens tape called I Have Returned. It’s one of my favorites, but has been played so much, I could hardly get it to play. I actually tried to purchase the album from iTunes, but it’s no longer available there or from RayStevens.com. I did manage to retrieve a couple of the songs I like the most.

I had a great walk tonight just before dark. With the help of some Off, I was able to walk without getting eaten alive. The temperatures here have been wonderful. It’s 73 out right now.

Other than my walk and getting the mail, I stayed home and worked really hard. Never even took a nap and I’m retired. Oh well, eventually, I’ll get this retirement down pat.

My sister-in-law sent me the following in an e-mail. Please pray for our soldiers, sailors, air force and marines.

Your cell phone is in your pocket.   He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.    He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.  You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.  He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.  He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.  You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.  He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.  You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday. He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.  You roll your eyes as a baby cries.  He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.  You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.  He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and

remembers why he is fighting. 

You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him. 
He hears the gunfire, bombs and

screams of the wounded. 

You see only what the media wants

you to see. 
He sees the broken bodies lying

around him. 

You are asked to do some thing by

your parents. You don't. 
He does exactly what he is told even

if it puts his life in danger. 

You stay at home and watch TV. 
He takes whatever time he is given

to call, write home, sleep, and eat. 

You crawl into your soft bed, with

down pillows, and get comfortable. 
He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars and helicopters all night long. 

If you support your troops, send this

to 13 people. 

REMEMBER our Troops, and do not

forget them LATER 
Lest we forget - 
KEEP THE CHAIN GOING 

Until next time…