A Word of Thanks

By: Frederick (Diary)  |  November 11th at 08:59 AM  | 

As you sit there, weak and weary Pondering your life (so dreary!), Remember you’re secure and safe And no matter how this life may chafe, Someone standing upon a hill, A tower or foxhole pays your bill. Our freedom comes at precious cost Of sweat and blood and lives we’ve lost. So as you read these token words Consider what your freedom girds: Life, liberty | Read More »

Remember the Fallen

By: Frederick (Diary)  |  May 22nd at 10:09 PM  | 

My brother returned, safe and sound, from Iraq this week.  A soldier in the National Guard, he was called up a year ago and spent about nine months overseas.  His first son was born while he was active and training to go over.  Though we both aspired to it, he chose the military path that I did not. My brother and I don’t get along | Read More »