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But it's yet ANOTHER WASTED AMERICAN LIFE, FIGHTING NON-WINNABLE WARS. All someone's son or daughter dying for Draft Dodging Scum who want to profiteer from Oil, and they do the Lying while we do the Dying!

This is the real cost, so tell the Bushes and O to go and get lost! 


Hell NO We won't Go!




Daddy’s day


By Cheryl Costello-Forshey

Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school,
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats.

One by one the teacher called,
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"
another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with red roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him,
I'm not standing here alone.

"Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he'll forever be in my heart"

With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day.

And to her mother's amazement,
she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed red rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining bright star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.


They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.

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To all those who have lost or have missing....


4 comments :

  1. Thank you for sharing Canauzzie, can only hope one day soon, that no father or mother heads off for another banker's war. The price of even one life is just too high. A price those bankers will never account for on their books, but for the families of all lost, they will never stop paying.

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  2. All the more reason why these young people should not be sent off to fight unjust wars on behalf of corrupt politicians, bankers and corporations. The innocent civilians they maim and kill are no different to them; they too want to live in peace with their families. So sad, so tragic and so unnecessary.

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  3. Easy fix ... Do not pay army, no money for service. Make volunteer service - one year and that's it. You will see how many patriots will line up to go to US army:.......WAKE UP PATRIOTS? For me it is a laughter .... low adducted brain washed young guys who do not want to work go to military!!!!!!!

    I am not buying all this US PATRIOTISM while they pay you while you serve ..... give me a break. It is job.

    Hallllllloooooooo

    As easy as that.

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  4. Vlastimil, it's not that easy actually. My boys were raised watching mom tend to sick and pregnant stock that needed help.Not all were ours, people brought them. My youngest son ended up going to nursing school and getting his LPN. He has also been influenced by an uncle who was a Veteran with a lost limb that gave him many issues. My son knew he could help and the best way was to become a nurse and in a position where he could give the best of care to freshly injured soldiers. He's now working on his RN in another country with the army. Will also mention this same son worked his way up from a fast food employee to a store manager while going to nursing school full time. In short, he's not afraid to work and is following his passion for helping amputees. Maybe, not all are like this, but many are.

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