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“There’s many veterans with a lot of stories, and you know, we need to listen to those stories.  They did give it all.”

–Heath Claxton, Veteran

The story goes that Heath Claxton and William Smith both served in the Vietnam War.  So did my Papa. Thankfully they returned home.

Heath, a musician and William became friends and wrote a song to commemorate their battle experiences.  The song is entitled, “Fallen Comrades” at HeathClaxton.com.

On this federal holiday today, I salute all military veterans who have served our country justice and freedom.  God bless them all.


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Veterans Day

The barber enlisted soldier was carrying a message to the front line when a barrage of bullets killed him on July 28, 1918.  A diary was found in his shirt now famously known as “My Pledge.”  Martin August Treptow wrote:

America must win this war.  Therefore, I will work, I will save, I will sacrifice, I will endure.  I will fight cheerfully and do my utmost, as if the issue of the whole struggle depended on me alone.”

A duplicate of this pledge rests in the National Archives in Washington, D.C.

Thank you, all veterans, who have served and died for our good nation.


Amsterdam, The Netherlands


While perusing Bing for colorful images, this view reminds me of many European travels of long ago.  To say the least, Amsterdam was an eye opener for its traditional canals, art, architecture and tulip fields.  I tasted smoked eel for the first time which I quickly swallowed with a strong swig of local spirits.  My best souvenirs fill my home with art, lacey curtains, Deft china and antique candelabras.

Those were days of solitary freedom; however, these days are the best!


Safari Wallpaper by Alphonse Mucha


June for me is sometimes still bittersweet.  It took 35 years for destiny to reunite my mother to her beloved spouse on this day 4 years ago.

There’s no denying – I’m very wired for passionate sentiments.  I sympathize with this sultry lady above as she bows down to the bird in her hand while the other three wait for her gentle touch.  I was on the phone with the doctor when my mother expired.   Her goodbye groan jumped from my ear to my heart as if God had given me the capacity to comfort her in the last moment.  The groan was a sound I had never heard before.  Soon after the nurse sent me a photo of 3 pigeons perched on the room’s windowsill.  The Holy Trinity came to mind.

How astonishing is Mucha’s sentimental lady to encourage me to memorialize my mother with a happier sentiment – the joy of celebrating my marriage on June 4th – 32 years strong.

O, June, I will always embrace you with some bitter sweetness.