The 2010 Ford Transit Connect

The 2010 Ford Transit Connect

Livin' The Life

Livin' The Life

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Humor In Battle

Hi All How strange to be thinking about something like this but today I started remembering the things that were so different about being in a war. Not the shells and bullets and the loud noises but the fact that we wore our sink on our heads. The services called them helmets but we knew the truth. We brushed our teeth in them. Shaved with the water they held. Took what Mom used to call a cat bath in it and sometimes even heated some of the awful food we got from those WW11 rations that they first issued us. Funny how after all these years you are finally able to look back and see some humor in what we knew as ordinary life on the battleground. No one admitted it but everyone was scared. You were just young boys trying to be men but you still felt the tears running down your cheeks when someone screamed out in pain. No one had really impressed us with the terminal issues that you have to face. All we knew was what we had heard from our uncles who had returned from the Big One and they had said very little. Most of what we believed was really the result of fertile imaginations. Reality took away our bravado and replaced it with the conviction that we probably would never see home again and that made it possible to face each day. It was not long before fear gave way to anger and then the anger turned to hate. You hated the very reason that you were there. The term soldier and warrior were an insult and the enemy was cause for where we were and what we were doing. We were no longer the boys that left home we were a destructive machine that had one purpose --- kill or be killed. We did what we were told and we brought the results back to our own nation when it was over. No one cheered, no one cared. We were strangers in our own land and WE had to figure out how to readjust to a society that was too busy to help. most of us failed miserably. We learned how to put on a mask and survive behind what it represented. To be ourselves would have been suicide. When we talked many times it was as if we had been talking to ourselves. No one answered and after a short time we realized that we were being ignored. So we struggled and we survived or we cracked and we were institutionalized. Some like myself sought help but there was none. Few understood what was wrong with us and nobody had the formula for getting us back to being anything like we had been before we went over. Today it is worse than ever as the young men come back and enter into a society that has no idea how to help. They fail to realize that we have changed one enemy for another and this time the enemy is right here in the place we live. Don't be surprised when a serviceman who has returned from combat goes off the deep end. Understand that he has been walking a tightrope from the very first day that he returned. Today there is help but if someone won't point that out these returnees won't know how to go about getting it. I write this because I know that all of you know someone like me and I pray that you will reach out to one of them before it is too late. May peace be with you Ralph Arbitelle

The Final Goodbye

The hospital room was chaos. The patient lay in a coma and her mother was loudly declaring “I tried to tell her what those drugs would do, that she was killing herself but she wouldn’t listen”. Others were sobbing and muttering things like if only we could have made her realize and somebody should have stopped her somehow. Then the blame game started if only you would have told us earlier one of the women directed to her sister and the other replied I had no idea it had gotten so bad..

The mother started complaining to God. “Why did you give me such bad children? I have been so good. I don’t deserve to have to go through all this”

“Shut up” the words thundered through the room. It was the husband of the dying woman and you could see the fury on his face. “Don’t you self centered idiots realize that because of all of you she had given up on life and try as she might she could no longer face your lying faces? The hypocrisy that is your standard was the one thing that wound up destroying her. She knew she was killing herself but she chose to go out in a fog so that she could appear to be happy. She knew how bad the end would be but she determined to make it as livable until she con longer had control.”

The words stunned everyone. They were true. They all knew it but this was the first they had to openly face it and no one was exempt. Heads hung low.

Suddenly there was a stirring from the bed and her eyes fluttered open. She looked directly at her husband and he took her hand. She whispered but all could hear. “Thank you for being with me all these years and protecting me from them. I only regret that I have to leave you.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek and she was gone

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The Heroes by Sonny

THE HERO

By Sonny

What is a hero 

Why do they fight

When other men run away

What deep inside

Says it’s all right

To stand and do what you may

Heroes are men

Just like you and I

Who finally take a stand

Tired of running

Scared in the night

The last of a tight knit band

A hero is not

The result of a plan

He’s not always tried and true

A hero is one

Who decides not to run

Though it’s the smart thing to do

When chance calls on you

And your life’s on the line

You silently stop and pray

Then without thought

Of safety or fear

You do what you must that day

I once was a hero

Just for a while

It was not what I planned to do

Still I had to step up

It wasn’t my style

But I vowed to be brave for you

Love me not for who I was but who I am. No one is forever!!