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  Snowman

  From EagleMom December 22, 2009

  I wish all of you my wonderful DS friends a very, very Merry Christmas! Here is a poem......please spoil yourself with a cup of hot cocoa and use your favorite flavor candy cane as your stirring stick!!
  
  Was told you’ve been real good this year,
  Always glad to hear it!
  With freezing weather drawing near,
  You’ll need to warm the spirit.
  So here’s a little Snowman Soup,
  Complete with stirring stick
  Add hot water, sip it slow,
  It’s sure to do the trick!!
  
  Please see my journal entry today and keep us in your prayers. Giant hugs from sunny and beautiful OKC!! Cindi

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  Present

  From EagleMom December 8, 2009

  A Different Christmas Poem:
  
  The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
  I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
  My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
  My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
  Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
  Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
  The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
  Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
  My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
  Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
  In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
  So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
  The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
  But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
  Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
  Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
  My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
  And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
  Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
  A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
  A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
  Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
  Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
  Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
  "What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
  "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
  Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
  You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
  For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
  Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
  To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
  Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
  I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
  "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
  That separates you from the darkest of times.
  No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
  I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
  My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
  Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers.."
  My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
  And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
  I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
  But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
  Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
  The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
  I can live through the cold and the being alone,
  Away from my family, my house and my home.
  I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
  I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
  I can carry the weight of killing another,
  Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
  Who stand at the front against any and all,
  To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
  " So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
  Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
  "But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
  "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
  It seems all too little for all that you've done,
  For being away from your wife and your son."
  Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
  "Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
  To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
  To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
  For when we come home, either standing or dead,
  To know you remember we fought and we bled.
  Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
  That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
  
  PLEASE, would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many
  people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our
  U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these
  festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people
  stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
  
  LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
  30th Naval Construction Regiment
  OIC, Logistics Cell One
  Al Taqqadum, Iraq
  

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  Little Love

  From EagleMom November 24, 2009

  Thank you Lord Jesus! I have rec'd many, many generous donations for Soldiers at Cindi's Thanksgiving Day to feed the Troops. We are planning to feed the Troops again at Christmas at a friend's church that is near Tinker Air Force Base. Wishing all of my DS frienda a fabulous, healthy, and Happy Thanksgiving!! Giant hugs from OKC!! Cindi

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  High Five

  From EagleMom November 4, 2009

  A lesson that should be taught in all schools . . And colleges
  
  Back in September, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren, a social studies school teacher at Robinson High School, did something not to be forgotten. On the first day of school, with the permission of the school superintendent, the principal and the building supervisor, she removed all of the desks out of her classroom.
  
  When the first period kids entered the room they discovered that there were no desks.
  
  'Ms.. Cothren, where're our desks?'
  
  She replied, 'You can't have a desk until you tell me how you earn the right to sit at a desk.'
  
  They thought, 'Well, maybe it's our grades.'
  
  'No,' she said.
  
  'Maybe it's our behavior.'
  
  She told them, 'No, it's not even your behavior.'
  
  And so, they came and went, the first period, second period, third period. Still no desks in the classroom.
  
  By early afternoon television news crews had started gathering in Ms.Cothren's classroom to report about this crazy teacher who had taken all the desks out of her room.
  
  The final period of the day came and as the puzzled students found seats on the floor of the deskless classroom, Martha Cothren said, 'Throughout the day no one has been able to tell me just what he/she has done to earn the right to sit at the desks that are ordinarily found in this classroom. Now I am going to tell you.'
  
  At this point, Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom and opened it.
  
  Twenty-seven (27) War Veterans, all in uniforms, walked into that classroom, each one carrying a school desk. The Vets began placing the school desks in rows, and then they would walk over and stand alongside the wall... By the time the last soldier had set the final desk in place those kids started to understand, perhaps for the first time in their lives, just how the right to sit at those desks had been earned..
  
  Martha said, 'You didn't earn the right to sit at these desks. These heroes did it for you. They placed the desks here for you. Now, it's up to you to sit in them. It is your responsibility to learn, to be good students, to be good citizens. They paid the price so that you could have the freedom to get an education. Don't ever forget it.'
  
  By the way, this is a true story.
  
  Please consider passing this along so others won't forget that the freedoms we have in this great country were earned by War Veterans.
  

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  Shout Out

  From EagleMom October 29, 2009

  Wish you were here!! Linda and I put together a “Bedlam” OSU/OU Energy Lab…….complete with Tesla Coil, glow sticks, black lights, glow bracelets, a strobe light, and a black light spider web….for creepy crawly energy. Whoooooo Hooooo!! How about those Cowboys??? I dressed up as Pistol Pete, complete with cowboy hat, orange and black fingernail polish, wild black eyebrows, mustache, and neon orange hair. Complete with six shooter cap guns…..and of course……Cowboy boots!! Hugs from OKC!! Cindi

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