Monday, March 7, 2011


I read this story on the online journal of a friend of mine, and it got me to thinking about the men and women of our armed forces. (Just for you copywrite-happy people out there, I did not write this, I merely pasted it in because I liked it, and I wanted to share)

""Shifty" By Chuck Yeager

"Shifty volunteered for the airborne in WWII and served with Easy Company of the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, part of the 101st Airborne Infantry. If you've seen Band of Brothers on HBO or the History Channel, you know Shifty. His character appears in all 10 episodes, and Shifty himself is interviewed in several of them.

"I met Shifty in the Philadelphia airport several years ago. I didn't know who he was at the time. I just saw an elderly gentleman having trouble reading his ticket. I offered to help, assured him that he was at the right gate, and noticed the "Screaming Eagle," the symbol of the 101st Airborne, on his hat.

"Making conversation, I asked him if he d been in the 101st Airborne or if his son was serving. He said quietly that he had been in the 101st. I thanked him for his service, then asked him when he served, and how many jumps he made.

"Quietly and humbly, he said "Well, I guess I signed up in 1941 or so, and was in until sometime in 1945 ... " at which point my heart skipped.

"At that point, again, very humbly, he said "I made the 5 training jumps at Toccoa, and then jumped into Normandy . . . do you know where Normandy is?" At this point my heart stopped.

"I told him "yes, I know exactly where Normandy is, and I know what D-Day was." At that point he said "I also made a second jump into Holland , into Arnhem ." I was standing with a genuine war hero ... and then I realized that it was June, just after the anniversary of D-Day.

"I asked Shifty if he was on his way back from France , and he said "Yes... And it ' s real sad because, these days, so few of the guys are left, and those that are, lots of them can't make the trip." My heart was in my throat and I didn't know what to say.

"I helped Shifty get onto the plane and then realized he was back in Coach while I was in First Class. I sent the flight attendant back to get him and said that I wanted to switch seats. When Shifty came forward, I got up out of the seat and told him I wanted him to have it, that I'd take his in coach.

"He said "No, son, you enjoy that seat. Just knowing that there are still some who remember what we did and who still care is enough to make an old man very happy." His eyes were filling up as he said it.

"And mine are brimming up now as I write this.

"Shifty died on Jan. l7 after fighting cancer.

"There was no parade.

"No big event in Staples Center .

"No wall to wall back to back 24x7 news coverage.

"No weeping fans on television."

Let's everybody give a big salute to Shifty, and to all soldiers everywhere. My great-uncle Steve was a paratrooper. He jumped into Normandy a couple days after D-Day. Mom says he didn't really like to talk about it, but he had other stories that he liked to tell.

The soldiers of our nation are amazing people. Both of my grandfathers were in the military, in different capacities. My maternal grandfather was in the Air Force for 5 years, and then in the Army for over 20 years, and my paternal grandfather worked on planes in the Air Force, so I have a deep respect for soldiers. As far as I'm concerned, anyone willing to jump out of a plane into enemy fire for their country is a whole lot braver than I am.

It makes me so sad to hear about how some people treat soldiers. They are truly strong and honorable people, and they deserve respect.

So here's to all the veterans out there!

This post dedicated to
The men and women of our armed forces
You are wonderful, strong and honorable people
If I'm lucky, I'll be half as strong as you are
To my precious family
I'm honored to know you
To my baby brother
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Friday, January 7, 2011

These Are the Days of Our Lives

Sorry I haven't posted in a bit, but… I've gone longer, haven't I? ^_^;;

Other than that which shall not be named, life's pretty good.

It occurs to me just how much I dislike high school. I'm not gonna say it's pointless or worthless. I'm just gonna say that if these are the best years of my life, I'm getting a refund.

As far as I'm concerned, it's not going to be these crazy, hormonally charged, hectic, experimental, scary teenage years that will make me the happiest when I'm 64 with grandkids and a cat named Bast.

The minutes I'll use to smile at people will give me friends.

The hours I'll spend drawing the perfect picture will give me satisfaction.

The days that I'll be feeling overstretched, tired and helpless, but I get up anyway will give me pride.

The weeks I'll spend studying will give me knowledge.

The 9 months before each of my children and grandchildren are born will give me my legacy.

The 18 months that I'll spend preaching the gospel to those who want to hear it will give me honor.

The years that I'll spend with my parents, siblings, cousins, husband and children will give me joy.

And the life I'll spend wearing my faith like a medal of honor will give me peace and happiness.

One of my favorite feelings in the world (though it's not always obvious) is right after I've finished something that I've been working hard on. When the result is pleasing to me and to others, it makes me smile, because I know that I've accomplished something. I'm exhausted, and I'm probably a little hungry, but I've done something worth doing, and that makes me smile.

My advice to anyone who wants to hear it is this; don't forget how horrible high school was just so that you can say that they were the best years of your life, because I can tell you, they probably weren't. Decide that this year will be the best year yet, and it will be.

So, here's to 2011! May this year be great!

This post is dedicated
To 2011
(That is SO weird)
To new calendars
Sorry about the fit, Mom!
To resolutions
New Year's best friend
To Queen
(Check the title~)
To the missionaries
To my wonderful family
To the friends I haven't seen in awhile
To the friends I see every day
And to the time I have to spend with all of them
I love all of you very much
Don't ever forget it!
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