But there are no virgins among the appropriate choices.
December 24, 2016 at 11:10 am
Deplorable B Woodman
Hhmmmmmm………considering that it would be a blood sacrifice to a pagan god, I’m thinking a ProgLibTard sacrifice might be acceptable. After all, ProgLibTards believe in sacrificing the rest of us to their religion(s) and god(s) of Socialism, EnviroMentalism and SJW PCness du jour (race, womyn, global gubberment, LGBTXYZ, etc)
December 23, 2016 at 11:24 pm
NotYetInACamp
God Bless all of our warriors.
God will judge those who do not deserve to be named here.
I’ve known too many as fellows. Well done, Mr Muir, well done indeed.
December 23, 2016 at 11:40 pm
Alaska Paul
Chris — That was a very timely and thoughtful thing that you did in this day’s strip. We should commentate these dedicated and brave men every year. You are first rate, sir.
December 23, 2016 at 11:41 pm
Alaska Paul
Commemorate
December 23, 2016 at 11:45 pm
eon
BEYOND the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled-
Farther than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust swirled-
Live such as fought and sailed and ruled and loved and made our world.
They are purged of pride because they died; they know the worth of
their bays;
They sit at wine with the Maidens Nine and the Gods of the Elder Days-
It is their will to serve or be still as fitteth Our Father’s praise.
‘Tis theirs to sweep through the ringing deep where Azrael’s outposts
are,
Or buffet a path through the Pit’s red wrath when God goes out to war,
Or hang with the reckless Seraphim on the rein of a red-maned star.
They take their mirth in the joy of the Earth-they dare not grieve for
her pain;
They know of toil and the end of toil; they know God’s Law is plain;
So they whistle the Devil to make them sport who know that Sin is vain.
And oft-times cometh our wise Lord God, master of every trade,
And tells them tales of His daily toil, of Edens newly made;
And they rise to their feet as He passes by, gentlemen unafraid.
To these who are cleansed of base Desire, Sorrow and Lust and Shame-
Gods for they knew the hearts of men, men for they stooped to Fame-
Borne on the breath that men call Death, my brother’s spirit came.
He scarce had need to doff his pride or slough the dross of Earth –
E’en as he trod that day to God so walked he from his birth,
In simpleness and gentleness and honour and clean mirth.
So cup to lip in fellowship they gave him welcome high
And made him place at the banquet board-the Strong Men ranged
thereby,
Who had done his work and held his peace and had no fear to die
Beyond the loom of the last lone star, through open darkness hurled,
Further than rebel comet dared or hiving star-swarm swirled,
Sits he with those that praise our God for that they served His world.
-Rudyard Kipling, Dedication to Barrack-Room Ballads and Other Verses, 1892
God Bless and keep them.
eon
December 24, 2016 at 4:55 am
Blessed be Chris, Eon and all who here abide
Blessed be Chris, Eon and all who here abide.
Merry Christmas.
I have written the tale of our life
For a sheltered people’s mirth,
In jesting guise—but ye are wise,
And ye know what the jest is worth.
December 23, 2016 at 11:56 pm
Ozymandias
Well done, Chris.
December 24, 2016 at 12:07 am
Kafiroon
Thank You Gentlemen, You were true to the end; even though your “countries leaders” turned their backs on you. You deserved so much better.
Thank You Chris.
December 24, 2016 at 12:18 am
Ed Woods
To absent friends.
December 24, 2016 at 12:28 am
jackdeth72
To Fallen Friends:
Let Bacchus’ sons be not dismayed
But join with me, each jovial blade
Come, drink and sing and lend your aid
To help me with the chorus:
Chorus
Instead of spa, we’ll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory.
We’ll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
We’ll make the mayor and sheriffs run
We are the boys no man dares dun
If he regards a whole skin.(Chorus)
Our hearts so stout have got no fame
For soon ’tis known from whence we came
Where’er we go they fear the name
Of Garryowen in glory. (Chorus)
We’ll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
we’ll make the mayor and sheriffs run,
we are the boys no man dare dun,
if he regards a whole skin. (Chorus)
Our hearts so stout have got us fame,
for soon ’tis known from whence we came,
where’re we go they dread the name,
of Garry Owen in glory. (Chorus)
December 24, 2016 at 1:19 am
Chris S
Blanton’s, THE drink of choice when toasting fallen friends. Only the best will do.
December 24, 2016 at 1:48 am
Doc Epador
I think some salt and a lemon slice are in order
December 24, 2016 at 1:55 am
chuck...
Thanks…
December 24, 2016 at 2:08 am
MJ Larkins
I will hoist a glass of single malt in their honor.
Right after I toast my wife.
Demonrats and cancer sucks!
December 24, 2016 at 2:10 am
Blue Quasar
Well done! It’s good not to forget.
December 24, 2016 at 2:29 am
jim
Thank you, Chris, and God’s blessings on them and theirs.
December 24, 2016 at 4:32 am
V328
Nicely done Chris. Thank you to all who served. And we remember Glen and Tyrone. Saw a GDMF sticker on back of a truck on highway tonight up here in MA. http://www.glendohertymemorialfoundation.org
I bought a bottle yesterday just for this purpose – to spill a dram for the warriors passed, to the living, and to those still fighting the good fight.
I salute them all.
December 24, 2016 at 7:30 am
OpenTheDoor
Blanton’s, mighty fine bourbon for mighty fine men.
Pretty early for a toast but it is the holidays.
Skol mighty warriors.
May they include your names in the legends of the Gods.
May they tell of your exploits in the chronicles.
May they sing of your heroic exploits among warriors.
May Thor split the heavens for your arrival to Valhalla.
A true warriors death, you are remembered by men.
Skol
December 24, 2016 at 7:42 am
Cliff
Sad misty eyes. Well done.
December 24, 2016 at 7:57 am
Bill G
Very well done. Thank you.
December 24, 2016 at 8:08 am
PaulS
“At this point, what difference does it make!?!!”
THIS DIFFERENCE!!! Bitch!
D O L
December 24, 2016 at 8:34 am
EagleRising
They might have fallen but they are never forgotten. Thanks to Mr Frey and Mr Muir for the DDQ missing man honor and tribute.
December 24, 2016 at 8:40 am
billf
Great job , Chris,let’s all toast to the rough men on the wall.
December 24, 2016 at 9:48 am
Pamela
Raise a glass, speak their names and tell their stories
Rain drizzled the day I went
to view the newest gold star
no names listed upon the wall
just a date along side
I remember them
going where ever sent
no questions asked
get the job done
…some at great price
walk through walls
appear out of nothing
quick, painless extractions
they were the best
no ticker-tapes or
joyous reunions
caught for the viewers
at 5 and 11
homecomings were silent
unnoticed and forgotten
caught in times reverie
a voice came from behind
asking who they were
offering him a drink,
I spoke their names
so another would know
turning to leave, he asks
“The last space, whose name
goes there?”
December 24, 2016 at 9:51 am
B C Aeich
The image of the empty shots is comforting, those men and many more are worthy of their seats Valhalla! I too have toasted them, and will again tonight
(This list of comments speaks well of those here on this forum, btw, a fitting footnote for a powerful message)
December 24, 2016 at 10:52 am
Unca Walt
Chris Muir, I am a crusty old bastard.
And that’s TWICE you got me teary.
To all my brothers…
Salute.
December 24, 2016 at 11:14 am
Precision 270
MJ Larkin. Me too.
I think that hit me double. First because I am patriotic and second because cancer took my wife this year and she was my favorite patriot.
December 24, 2016 at 11:25 am
JW
“But nobody’s sitting there.”
Yes they are.
December 24, 2016 at 12:19 pm
sigofmugmort
Those 3 words said that says it all
“To absent friends”
A Lib-Prog(shoe are neither in actuality) will not get it and not understand the explanation of that military saying but i doubt anyone here does NOT get it
A beautiful and heart-rending toast, but they’re not really absent, are they…as so succinctly yet eloquently illustrated by Mr. Muir’s post and its title…Christmas Presence.
They and their many brethren are with us always.
December 24, 2016 at 2:28 pm
Swansonic
Indeed. It’s 23 years since my dad has passed on and I know he and my mom are always with me.
Still don’t listen as good as I should but I try to hear / feel their guidance.
Chris, thank you for your tribute today to those who are far away but always with us.
23 years for my Dad too as I mentioned here on his 89th birthday a few days back. We talked a lot about things on the nights when it was my turn to stay with him helping with breathing treatments, oxygen bottles, etc. I’m glad for that, we covered a lot that had been felt but unsaid over the years.
But I sure wish I had tried to learn more about his service at the end of WWII, he never liked to talk about it; somehow he had found himself in the same clean-up unit with two guys from his same tiny Tennessee town. Both were killed a week before they would have been going home by an unexploded take round, or was it a mortar shell?
My Dad was tough, I only saw him cry once, when his beloved Mother died. But when we spoke of those guys he would either get real quiet or leave the room. I understand better now, but I do wish I had tried to get more details and maybe help Dad some with his grief. Oh well, as with so many things, it’s too late now.
But like you, I do still hear his voice in my head often, and do my best to listen and make him proud.
As I was the distant son I didn’t get to see him much – my mom and older brother did the hard work through the cancer treatments and hospice.
We did get many of his stories before he died and that is a joy. What I really miss is not having my mom and dad in my children’s lives. So many things that they could have taught their grandkids ( and me! ) and shared with them as they grew up.
I just keep on sharing the lessons I learned from them and love seeing their evolution as they grow. I can see bits of my parents in them and that makes me proud.
Merry Christmas to all!
December 24, 2016 at 11:19 pm
eon
I always remember one of my college profs, retired squid, diesel boats. He went to Russia and China several times in the Fifties and Sixties, and wryly pointed out that they apparently didn’t know the war was over, to judge by the number of ashcans that got dropped on his boats.
To Jeff, CPO, COB, and the man who first introduced me to Tom Clancy’s The Hunt For Red October.
“To those on eternal patrol.”
Merry Christmas, everyone.
eon
December 24, 2016 at 12:46 pm
KenA
Thank you!
December 24, 2016 at 12:51 pm
Mort
Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year to all!
Absent companions will always be remembered by their comrades.
Our wonderful country will begin to recover in 17.
The Obama administration will be remembered with the criticism,
and disdain it deserves…. John McCain.
December 24, 2016 at 12:53 pm
John
Words have been said to the effect that if you are not liberal when young you have no heart and if you are not conservative when mature you have no mind.
I submit to you that the heart does not leave a conservative, it simply goes to where it belongs.
Thanks Chris
December 24, 2016 at 12:59 pm
Shotgun15
We do not cry . . .
But remembering our Comrades in Arms who are gone because . . .
Causes us to pause –
And try to blink away a bit of sweat from our eyes.
December 24, 2016 at 1:21 pm
Talie
Rest In Peace, Men. We’ll carry on.
December 24, 2016 at 1:23 pm
Barbara Skolaut
Oh, my. Thank you, Chris.
December 24, 2016 at 2:33 pm
Alemaster
I don’t know what our nation has done to deserve such men but thank God we had them. I think I’ll open a bottle of Blanton’s tonight. respectfully, Alemaster
December 24, 2016 at 2:49 pm
Pamela
They have always been there on the periphery of sight.
Where do you think Guardian Angels come from…
December 25, 2016 at 7:54 am
David M
I like that…
Damn allergies making g it hard to see what I’m writing…
December 24, 2016 at 6:21 pm
J C
Solemn Toast, too those who have gone before us, all too soon
December 24, 2016 at 7:11 pm
Spin Drift
To all who run to the sound of the guns and to all who have fallen, in time we will all be absent companions.
Thanks Chris for cutting to the chase this Christmas and Hanukkah season.
If I was the new President, I’d have a permanect toast under glass in the Oval Office. Just to remind all who come their the sacrifices made to make this country.
Spin
Semper
December 24, 2016 at 7:38 pm
Pamela
The Promise of a Soldier never dies
December 24, 2016 at 8:39 pm
Merle
Lots f pollen here in western PA also – got in my eyes and my throat……. 🙁
December 24, 2016 at 8:43 pm
Too Tall
Chris,
Thank you. DDQ truly raises the bar. I’ll second Corvette’s call for Shugart and Gordon as well. The parking lot is filling up. A black Ford F-350 with a “Punisher” front plate just pulled in. Some guy with the call sign “Legend” was driving. It looks like “Last Call” at Valhalla.Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Too Tall
December 24, 2016 at 8:44 pm
Bunker Builder
Let Us who live not forget and Waste the blood of patriots who have watered the Tree of Liberty. But Act to preserve our Culture’s Freedoms.
I hope there is some White House office that is tasked with ensuring the dead’s family and friends get all that is due the fallen in service to 44, HRC, and Kerry.
December 24, 2016 at 8:51 pm
Wayne M CW4, AV, RET
Absent companions.
Joy and Peace to you all.
December 24, 2016 at 11:20 pm
Alemaster
What, where, when did you fly? Merry Christmas and thanks for your service to our nation. Alemaster, CW5, AV, ret
December 24, 2016 at 8:52 pm
cb
\~/ To those who served, those serving and those to serve… thank you.
December 24, 2016 at 9:21 pm
Bill
Angel’s share.
December 24, 2016 at 10:16 pm
Heltau
Rudyard Kipling,
Man did know how to whip the language together.
To bad he is not still around. Could give us many more poms to describe the human conditions we live in today.
Merry Christmass out there.
89 Comments
OOHRAH! {=-{>
Missing Men Table…. Outstanding!
Good on you, Mr. Muir!
Thank you Chris!
Amen, from another resident – down in the “Root” (the Bitterroot, for those who aren’t familiar with that part of Montana).
Well done, sir. Well done b
+1 – Golly, it’s dusty in here
Hooyah!
And Hooah!
Damn, it got dusty in here all of a sudden.
Thanks, Chris.
Must be that high December Pollen Count.
Same situation here in Virginia, must be pollen…
South Carolina, too…
“Absent friends”
Zar Belk!
‘Cedar Fever’ here in Texas; Worst year since Columbia fell.
Still got it here since last night.
God bless those warriors.
A true toast to great, honorable warriors! Well done, Chris!! Well done!!! And Thanks from all of us!!
I would say refill them glasses, I saw Shugart and Gordon in the parking lot.
Corvette
Put those on my tab…
Thank you Chris. We must never forget how they were sacrificed by criminals and traitors
I might suggest sacrifices to the gods.
But there are no virgins among the appropriate choices.
Hhmmmmmm………considering that it would be a blood sacrifice to a pagan god, I’m thinking a ProgLibTard sacrifice might be acceptable. After all, ProgLibTards believe in sacrificing the rest of us to their religion(s) and god(s) of Socialism, EnviroMentalism and SJW PCness du jour (race, womyn, global gubberment, LGBTXYZ, etc)
God Bless all of our warriors.
God will judge those who do not deserve to be named here.
Ghosts of Christmas past, their presence guarding our Christmas future.
Nice tribute Mr. Muir.
Thanks to you too, Mr. TT Frey.
I concur on both sentiments. Chris, you have a talent for portraying ideas that must be shown and that grab the heart.
They stand Eternal Vigil…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZkE6ksNEEo
Zar Belk!
Wow … yes … thank you, Chris. May they taste nought but the best in Valhalla.
Let us pray they may now find some rest.
To fallen companions…
I’ve known too many as fellows. Well done, Mr Muir, well done indeed.
Chris — That was a very timely and thoughtful thing that you did in this day’s strip. We should commentate these dedicated and brave men every year. You are first rate, sir.
Commemorate
BEYOND the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled-
Farther than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust swirled-
Live such as fought and sailed and ruled and loved and made our world.
They are purged of pride because they died; they know the worth of
their bays;
They sit at wine with the Maidens Nine and the Gods of the Elder Days-
It is their will to serve or be still as fitteth Our Father’s praise.
‘Tis theirs to sweep through the ringing deep where Azrael’s outposts
are,
Or buffet a path through the Pit’s red wrath when God goes out to war,
Or hang with the reckless Seraphim on the rein of a red-maned star.
They take their mirth in the joy of the Earth-they dare not grieve for
her pain;
They know of toil and the end of toil; they know God’s Law is plain;
So they whistle the Devil to make them sport who know that Sin is vain.
And oft-times cometh our wise Lord God, master of every trade,
And tells them tales of His daily toil, of Edens newly made;
And they rise to their feet as He passes by, gentlemen unafraid.
To these who are cleansed of base Desire, Sorrow and Lust and Shame-
Gods for they knew the hearts of men, men for they stooped to Fame-
Borne on the breath that men call Death, my brother’s spirit came.
He scarce had need to doff his pride or slough the dross of Earth –
E’en as he trod that day to God so walked he from his birth,
In simpleness and gentleness and honour and clean mirth.
So cup to lip in fellowship they gave him welcome high
And made him place at the banquet board-the Strong Men ranged
thereby,
Who had done his work and held his peace and had no fear to die
Beyond the loom of the last lone star, through open darkness hurled,
Further than rebel comet dared or hiving star-swarm swirled,
Sits he with those that praise our God for that they served His world.
-Rudyard Kipling, Dedication to Barrack-Room Ballads and Other Verses, 1892
God Bless and keep them.
eon
Blessed be Chris, Eon and all who here abide.
Merry Christmas.
Kipling had a way with words, didn’t he?
Prelude to ‘Departmental Ditties’ http://www.bartleby.com/364/1.html
I have written the tale of our life
For a sheltered people’s mirth,
In jesting guise—but ye are wise,
And ye know what the jest is worth.
Well done, Chris.
Thank You Gentlemen, You were true to the end; even though your “countries leaders” turned their backs on you. You deserved so much better.
Thank You Chris.
To absent friends.
To Fallen Friends:
Let Bacchus’ sons be not dismayed
But join with me, each jovial blade
Come, drink and sing and lend your aid
To help me with the chorus:
Chorus
Instead of spa, we’ll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory.
We’ll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
We’ll make the mayor and sheriffs run
We are the boys no man dares dun
If he regards a whole skin.(Chorus)
Our hearts so stout have got no fame
For soon ’tis known from whence we came
Where’er we go they fear the name
Of Garryowen in glory. (Chorus)
We’ll beat the bailiffs out of fun,
we’ll make the mayor and sheriffs run,
we are the boys no man dare dun,
if he regards a whole skin. (Chorus)
Our hearts so stout have got us fame,
for soon ’tis known from whence we came,
where’re we go they dread the name,
of Garry Owen in glory. (Chorus)
Blanton’s, THE drink of choice when toasting fallen friends. Only the best will do.
I think some salt and a lemon slice are in order
Thanks…
I will hoist a glass of single malt in their honor.
Right after I toast my wife.
Demonrats and cancer sucks!
Well done! It’s good not to forget.
Thank you, Chris, and God’s blessings on them and theirs.
Nicely done Chris. Thank you to all who served. And we remember Glen and Tyrone. Saw a GDMF sticker on back of a truck on highway tonight up here in MA. http://www.glendohertymemorialfoundation.org
Close. Try:
http://www.glendohertyfoundation.org/
or
http://www.glendohertyscholarship.org/
Whoops. Thanks Sendarius!
I bought a bottle yesterday just for this purpose – to spill a dram for the warriors passed, to the living, and to those still fighting the good fight.
I salute them all.
Blanton’s, mighty fine bourbon for mighty fine men.
Pretty early for a toast but it is the holidays.
Skol mighty warriors.
May they include your names in the legends of the Gods.
May they tell of your exploits in the chronicles.
May they sing of your heroic exploits among warriors.
May Thor split the heavens for your arrival to Valhalla.
A true warriors death, you are remembered by men.
Skol
Sad misty eyes. Well done.
Very well done. Thank you.
“At this point, what difference does it make!?!!”
THIS DIFFERENCE!!! Bitch!
D O L
They might have fallen but they are never forgotten. Thanks to Mr Frey and Mr Muir for the DDQ missing man honor and tribute.
Great job , Chris,let’s all toast to the rough men on the wall.
Raise a glass, speak their names and tell their stories
Rain drizzled the day I went
to view the newest gold star
no names listed upon the wall
just a date along side
I remember them
going where ever sent
no questions asked
get the job done
…some at great price
walk through walls
appear out of nothing
quick, painless extractions
they were the best
no ticker-tapes or
joyous reunions
caught for the viewers
at 5 and 11
homecomings were silent
unnoticed and forgotten
caught in times reverie
a voice came from behind
asking who they were
offering him a drink,
I spoke their names
so another would know
turning to leave, he asks
“The last space, whose name
goes there?”
The image of the empty shots is comforting, those men and many more are worthy of their seats Valhalla! I too have toasted them, and will again tonight
(This list of comments speaks well of those here on this forum, btw, a fitting footnote for a powerful message)
Chris Muir, I am a crusty old bastard.
And that’s TWICE you got me teary.
To all my brothers…
Salute.
MJ Larkin. Me too.
I think that hit me double. First because I am patriotic and second because cancer took my wife this year and she was my favorite patriot.
“But nobody’s sitting there.”
Yes they are.
Those 3 words said that says it all
“To absent friends”
A Lib-Prog(shoe are neither in actuality) will not get it and not understand the explanation of that military saying but i doubt anyone here does NOT get it
A beautiful and heart-rending toast, but they’re not really absent, are they…as so succinctly yet eloquently illustrated by Mr. Muir’s post and its title…Christmas Presence.
They and their many brethren are with us always.
Indeed. It’s 23 years since my dad has passed on and I know he and my mom are always with me.
Still don’t listen as good as I should but I try to hear / feel their guidance.
Chris, thank you for your tribute today to those who are far away but always with us.
23 years for my Dad too as I mentioned here on his 89th birthday a few days back. We talked a lot about things on the nights when it was my turn to stay with him helping with breathing treatments, oxygen bottles, etc. I’m glad for that, we covered a lot that had been felt but unsaid over the years.
But I sure wish I had tried to learn more about his service at the end of WWII, he never liked to talk about it; somehow he had found himself in the same clean-up unit with two guys from his same tiny Tennessee town. Both were killed a week before they would have been going home by an unexploded take round, or was it a mortar shell?
My Dad was tough, I only saw him cry once, when his beloved Mother died. But when we spoke of those guys he would either get real quiet or leave the room. I understand better now, but I do wish I had tried to get more details and maybe help Dad some with his grief. Oh well, as with so many things, it’s too late now.
But like you, I do still hear his voice in my head often, and do my best to listen and make him proud.
…tank round…
As I was the distant son I didn’t get to see him much – my mom and older brother did the hard work through the cancer treatments and hospice.
We did get many of his stories before he died and that is a joy. What I really miss is not having my mom and dad in my children’s lives. So many things that they could have taught their grandkids ( and me! ) and shared with them as they grew up.
I just keep on sharing the lessons I learned from them and love seeing their evolution as they grow. I can see bits of my parents in them and that makes me proud.
Merry Christmas to all!
I always remember one of my college profs, retired squid, diesel boats. He went to Russia and China several times in the Fifties and Sixties, and wryly pointed out that they apparently didn’t know the war was over, to judge by the number of ashcans that got dropped on his boats.
To Jeff, CPO, COB, and the man who first introduced me to Tom Clancy’s The Hunt For Red October.
“To those on eternal patrol.”
Merry Christmas, everyone.
eon
Thank you!
Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year to all!
Absent companions will always be remembered by their comrades.
Our wonderful country will begin to recover in 17.
The Obama administration will be remembered with the criticism,
and disdain it deserves…. John McCain.
Words have been said to the effect that if you are not liberal when young you have no heart and if you are not conservative when mature you have no mind.
I submit to you that the heart does not leave a conservative, it simply goes to where it belongs.
Thanks Chris
We do not cry . . .
But remembering our Comrades in Arms who are gone because . . .
Causes us to pause –
And try to blink away a bit of sweat from our eyes.
Rest In Peace, Men. We’ll carry on.
Oh, my. Thank you, Chris.
I don’t know what our nation has done to deserve such men but thank God we had them. I think I’ll open a bottle of Blanton’s tonight. respectfully, Alemaster
They have always been there on the periphery of sight.
Where do you think Guardian Angels come from…
I like that…
Damn allergies making g it hard to see what I’m writing…
Solemn Toast, too those who have gone before us, all too soon
To all who run to the sound of the guns and to all who have fallen, in time we will all be absent companions.
Thanks Chris for cutting to the chase this Christmas and Hanukkah season.
If I was the new President, I’d have a permanect toast under glass in the Oval Office. Just to remind all who come their the sacrifices made to make this country.
Spin
Semper
The Promise of a Soldier never dies
Lots f pollen here in western PA also – got in my eyes and my throat……. 🙁
Chris,
Thank you. DDQ truly raises the bar. I’ll second Corvette’s call for Shugart and Gordon as well. The parking lot is filling up. A black Ford F-350 with a “Punisher” front plate just pulled in. Some guy with the call sign “Legend” was driving. It looks like “Last Call” at Valhalla.Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Too Tall
Let Us who live not forget and Waste the blood of patriots who have watered the Tree of Liberty. But Act to preserve our Culture’s Freedoms.
I hope there is some White House office that is tasked with ensuring the dead’s family and friends get all that is due the fallen in service to 44, HRC, and Kerry.
Absent companions.
Joy and Peace to you all.
What, where, when did you fly? Merry Christmas and thanks for your service to our nation. Alemaster, CW5, AV, ret
\~/ To those who served, those serving and those to serve… thank you.
Angel’s share.
Rudyard Kipling,
Man did know how to whip the language together.
To bad he is not still around. Could give us many more poms to describe the human conditions we live in today.
Merry Christmass out there.
Nothing but the best for the Missing Men Table.