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and voice their support of our troops, veterans, or just say "Thanks!" as a
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There are several reasons for our radio
show and website.....
Support our troops
Our troops need support our support, period. We need to take the focus
from the overpaid celebrities and athletes that make mistakes, and put
it on our underpaid and under-appreciated serviceman and servicewomen
that are fighting for our freedom. While we can't fix what happened to
service members in Vietnam, we can certainly help assure that the
military of today never feel unappreciated or ashamed for serving their
country. They need to know, unconditionally, that we support them,
regardless of our views on war or politics. Low morale leads to mistakes - let's
them know we care about them, and appreciate what they are doing.
Veteran's Day and Memorial Day are not enough
Our veterans need to be recognized more than twice a year. Our phone
lines are open on the show for veterans to call in any time to share
their thoughts and experiences, and for family members or friends of
vets to call in and simply say thanks. We've also made it easy to recognize our
local Hernando County veterans by recording all 1,600+ names on the
Hernando County Veterans Roll of Honor.
It shouldn't take the death of a service member
for us to show patriotism as a community
In August of 2007, my wife, children, and I attended the funeral for
PFC Cody Grater. It was awe inspiring. We were there to offer support
for the family, and also thank a hero. Proud Americans from every walk
of life lined up for miles to show their support as well. It
shouldn't take a death for us to share in showing our patriotism. You
are welcomed to call into the show any time to voice your thanks to our
veterans, and support for our troops!
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from the Son of Matt Peters while serving in Iraq.
"Gifts From Home",
Linda and Larry Kidwell
Donations are always appreciated towards shipping - please E-Mail
Needed or Requested items:
Lea’s Prayers and
PO Box 9000
Masaryktown, Fl 34604
Donations are used to pay for shipping care packages and other items to
our troops overseas. To date, over $80,000 has been spent on postage.
Bob Williams -
Make checks payable to "Postmaster"
Send to Bob Williams
PO Box 7560
Wesley Chapel, FL 33544
Deborah & teller
volunteers at Bank of America
(Only at the location on the corner
of Spring Hill Drive and Mariner)
Fridays - stop by and purchase some home-baked cookies and brownies -
proceeds go to purchasing items for care packages sent to troops...
Donations are always accepted towards purchasing care packages.
THANK YOU WALL
Linda and Larry Kidwell,
who operate "Gifts from Home," a nonprofit organization based in Spring
Hill that sends care packages to the troops.
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Thanks to every Vietnam Vet who was mistreated or
under-appreciated when they came home. No matter where you were or what
you did, your time in service is appreciated!
Thanks to Rick Bolt for his service to our country in Vietnam. We also
appreciate Rick taking the time to talk to us about his experiences.
Jackie - we thank you, too!
Dougherty for providing great information about Veterans benefits.
Kyle Tuttle with Patriot Lending for coming on and sharing valuable
knowledge on VA loans.
E-Mail or call Kyle at (352) 797-9911.
Doc Hofmeister for the idea of showing our troops support by starting
"Red Shirt Fridays."
Ferdinand Zogbaum with Bay News 9 for doing a
great story on us.
Beth Gray and the
St. Petersburg Times for doing a
story on us.
Barbara Burke and her volunteers for
treating the troops to homebaked
cookies. Over 74,000 sent as of May 2009.
Charles Haig for his frequent supply of information and guests to the
Military Appreciation Show.
Deborah and the tellers at Bank of America on the corner of Spring Hill
Drive and Mariner, who volunteer their time and resources to send care
packages to troops.
Mrs. Dee Mills for the "Lea's Prayers and Postage" program, benefiting
our troops abroad.
Thanks to Bob Williams for
dedicating much of his life to sending care packages to our troops.
|Thanks to all
the folks at WWJB for use of their studio and equipment.
Solutions for hosting our website.
YOU ARE ACTIVE DUTY AND ARE SERVING IN THE US OR ABROAD, OR IF YOU ARE A
We will never
these brave men, and neither should you!
Spc. Cody C. Grater
20, of Spring Hill, Fla.;
assigned to the 407th Brigade Support Battalion, 2nd Brigade Combat
Team, 82nd Airborne Division, Fort Bragg, N.C.; died July 29 in
Baghdad of wounds sustained from enemy direct fire.
Grater joined the Army in April 2006. His awards and decorations
include the Bronze Star Medal and the Purple Heart.
Sgt. Lea R. Mills
21, of Brooksville, Fla.; assigned to the 3rd Assault
Amphibian Battalion, 1st Marine Division, I Marine Expeditionary
Force, Camp Pendleton, Calif.; killed April 28, 2006 while conducting
combat operations against enemy forces in the Anbar province, Iraq.
Also killed was Cpl. Brandon M. Hardy.
Staff Sgt. Michael W. Schafer
25, of Spring Hill, Fla.;
assigned to the 2nd Battalion, 503rd Infantry Regiment, Vicenza,
Italy; killed July 25 when he was shot by enemy forces while on a
quick reaction force mission in Oruzgan, Afghanistan.
Spc. Justin Dean Coleman - 21, of Spring Hill,
Fla., died July 24 in Nuristan Province, Afghanistan, of wounds suffered
when enemy forces attacked his unit using small arms and
rocket-propelled grenade fires. He was assigned to the 1st
Battalion, 32nd Infantry Regiment, 3rd Brigade
Combat Team, 10th Mountain Division (Light Infantry), Fort
"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.'
HELLO! REMEMBER ME?
Some people call me Old Glory, others call me the Star
Spangled Banner -- but whatever they call me, I am your Flag, the Flag of
the United States of America. Something has been bothering me, so I thought
I might talk it over with you, because it is about you and me.
I remember some time ago people lined up on both sides of
the street to watch the parade and naturally I was leading every parade, and
proudly waving in the breeze. When your daddy saw me coming, he immediately
removed his hat and placed it against his left shoulder so that his hand was
directly over his heart - remember?
And you, I remember you, standing there straight as a
soldier. You didn't have a hat, but you were giving the right salute.
Remember little sister? Not to be outdone, she was saluting the same as you
with her right hand over her heart. Remember?
What happened? I'm still the same old flag. Oh, I have
a few more stars since you were a boy. A lot more blood has been shed since
those parades of long ago.
But now I don't feel as proud as I used to. When I come
down your street you just stand there with your hands in your pockets and I
may get a small glance and then you look away. Then I see the children
running around and shouting - they don't seem to know who I am. I saw one
man take his hat off then look around. He didn't see anybody else with
their hats off so he quickly put his back on!
Is it a sin to be patriotic anymore? Have you forgotten
what I stand for and where I've been? Anzio, Guadalcanal, Korea, Viet Nam.
Take a look at the memorial honor rolls sometime of those who never came
back, in order to keep this Republic free: One Nation Under God. When you
salute me you are actually saluting them.
Well, it won't be long until I'll be coming down your
street again. So, when you see me, stand straight, place your right hand
over your heart - and I'll salute you by waving back -
and I'll know that