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It seems now days I live out of my car. You can find a multitiude of things in it. There are probably 5 pairs of gloves, one pair of mittens, a Navy Cap, a bag of 4 plain caps, a blue scarf, a multi colored scarf, a blanket and my black and gold scarf. There is a truckers map (courtesy of Michael, my dear friend) of the East Coast earmarked for MD/DC, my passenger seat is covered with the remnants of " stuff" I sent to Iraq and Oh, I forgot there is some old mail in a bag in the back seat. On...

The oft times forgotten warriors Current mood: determined Category: Life Many times in our work as Patriots there is a group we often times forget, not intentionally, it just happens. I am writing this to give everyone a little reminder. If you are one of those wonderful folks who visit wounded warriors, God Bless You, you are a God send to the warrior and the family. But what if a young man or woman comes home a fallen warrior, who takes care of the family ? The Casulity Assistance Officer ...

Most of us remember where we were on 9/11/01 when we heard the news. Here in the Baltimore area many were on their way to work, moms were headed for shopping after getting the kids off to school on a beautiful September morning. I was on my way to see my mom in the nursing home to spend the morning with her and take her for a walk in the sunshine she got too little of. As I heard the news on my favorite radio station my first thought was that this has to be some kind of joke or mistake. A pla...

You have abandoned me in my greatest hour of need Words float through my muddled brain They have no meaning My precious words That I love so much Have left me with nothing To ease the pain I feel inside. Acute loneliness and now not only people But words have left me Feeling much more alone Much more abandoned Life seems futile without my words to express What is in my heart and soul That needs to come out There is no flow here There is no sense to these mundane words Only feeling that can no...

I have to run I am afraid of what may come from my lips that emanates from my heart and soul I can’t see your eyes anymore they look through to the depths of my soul and I can’t let that happen No one should get to the heart or the soul not even you you say you will not hurt me you will, but not by your own design but by a design of destiny and fate I have to run We are too much alike We have felt the same pain We understand We have driven down the same road To be hurt and devoured by grief T...