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---It's that time, should be all the time, that we remember those who gave their life for our freedom and those still fighting to keep our freedom.











Daddy's Poem


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Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
a man who wasn't there.

'Where's her daddy at?'
She heard a boy call out.
'She probably doesn't have one,'
another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day.'

The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.


And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak..
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.

'My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.

'Cause my daddy's al ways with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he'll forever be in my heart'


With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.

'I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star..
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far.

You see he is a Canadian soldier
And died just this past year


When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
and taught Canadians to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away.'
And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,
she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.

'I know you're with me Daddy,'
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed rose.



And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.


Send this to the people you'll never forget and
remember to send it also to the person that sent
it to you. It's a short message to let them know
that you'll never forget them.

If you don't send it to anyone, it means you're
in a hurry and that you've forgotten your
friends.

Take the time...to live and love.
Until eternity. God bless!E.C.
 

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Same here SIN hayfever is a swine bro[:'(]
 

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-------Original Message-------


From: Kev Koslowski-Smith
Date: 20/11/2008 10:54:59
To: John Akehurst
Subject: We will remember them......







Live Long, Ride Free
Kev, Meph, Elric & Bram


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Subject: Fw: : We will remember them......
To: "Annie" <[email protected]>
Date: Wednesday, 19 November, 2008, 6:57 PM



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Don't Break This - Without Apology

















Thinking of all the
Canadian http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm414YYCA
American
& British
Soldiers

I'm not breaking this one. If I get
It a 1000 times, I'll forward it a
1000 times! Let us pray...



















A Prayer chain for our
Military... Don't break it!
Send this on after a short prayer for our soldiers
Please Don't break it!
GOD BLESS YOU
FOR PASSING IT ON!




THE FINAL INSPECTION


The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

'Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you ?
Have you always turned the other cheek ?
To My Church have you been true?'

The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
'No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear..
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

'Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in ****.'

Author Unknown~

It's the Military, not the reporter who has given us the freedom of the
Press. It's the Military, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of
Speech. It's the Military, not the politicians that ensures our right to
Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. It's the Military who salutes
The flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by
The flag.

If you care to offer the smallest token of recognition and appreciation for
The Military, please pass this on and pray for our men and women who have
Served and are currently serving our country and pray for those who
Have given the ultimate sacrifice for freedom.
 

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Sorry guys but i just cannot get the bloody photos to come out on my last post
 

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Strange how hayfever can catch you out. He lived all alone,In a one bedroom house, made of plaster and stone.I had come down the chimney, with presents to give,
And to see just who, in this home, did live.I looked all about, a strange sight i did see,No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand,On the wall hung pictures, of far distant lands.With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,A sober thought, came through my mind.For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,I found the home of a soldier, once i could see clearly.The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,Curled up on the floor, in this one bedroom home.The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,Not how i pictured, an australian soldier.Was this the hero, of whom i’d just read?Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?I realised the families, that i saw this night,Owed their lives to these soldiers, who were willing to fight.Soon round the world, the children would play,And grown-ups would celebrate, a bright christmas day.They all enjoyed freedom, each month of the year,Because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.I couldn’t help wonder, how many lay alone,On a cold christmas eve, in a land far from home.The very thought brought, a tear to my eye,I dropped to my knees, and started to cry.The soldier half woke, and i heard a rough voice,“santa don’t cry, this life is my choice;I fight for freedom, i don’t ask for more,My life is my god, my country, my corps.”The soldier rolled over, and difted back to sleep,I couldn’t control it, i continued to weep.I kept watch for hours, so silent and still,And we both shivered, from the cold night’s chill.I didn’t want to leave, on that cold, dark, night,This guardian of honor, so willing to fight.Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,
Whispered, “carry on santa, its Christmas day and all is secure.”
 
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