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2016 Ride for Freedom with 24-Hour POW/MIA Vigil

9/24/2016

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13 years now. 13 years I've been there in some way. The creators of the local vigil have been holding said vigil for 29 years and the ride for 19 years. I'm still a kid when you look at those numbers.

When you look at the numbers of Missing in Action and Prisoners of War just from WWII through present day, I'm a kid. Maybe we all are kids.

We certainly sent our kids off to war. The boys came home as men, the girls as women, and the others......You mean there are others? Yes, the others. The others. The other kids we sent to war. They didn't come home. We left them there, in prisons captured by the enemies, missing and not found while on duty, lost at sea, who knows; BUT, we left them there.

No, not you and I. Not even their best buddy in the fox hole. You might think he's the one to blame, but he isn't. Not when your buddy takes the shot that kills within a minute and your friend is conscious maybe, just maybe long enough, to ask you to tell his wife he loves her and he's sorry...... And you're still taking fire and the command is to Move Out and there's no time to take the dead because you're being overrun. If they're lucky, you grab the living wounded over a shoulder as you run, pausing long enough to turn and fire several volleys at the enemy approaching. There is no time to think, just fight and run, try to maintain your ground, move forward again, the sweat dripping from your forehead, running down your rib-cage, your feet soaked from weeks in swampy jungles or days in dessert induced sweat with no dry socks in sight. You fight and you run and finally, there is a silence. All around you, silence. You look around and more of your platoon is on the ground, and behind you, so is the enemy. A few of your company is staggering around and a radio begins to crackle as the radioman, still alive, calls for a chopper to airlift you out, you and the wounded man on your back. You didn't know it at the time, but that wasn't all sweat you felt running down your forehead and your ribs. You were hit with shrapnel in the head and that was your own blood you'd wiped away. That wetness on your ribs? That was your sweat mixed with the young man's blood from his chest wound running down over your shoulder. You two share a chopper and as you start to fade into unconsciousness, you remember your buddy.....your buddy, in the foxhole, who loves his wife and is sorry he's not going home........

Our government left them there. They didn't let these boys-who-became-men go back and get their buddies, didn't let them go back and search for the ones on special missions who were missing, didn't let them go break out the ones captured and made into prisoners of war, didn't let them go look for any of them. It wasn't the individual soldier, airman, marine, guardsman, who left our people behind, it is our government.

Once per year our nation has a day set aside to remember our Prisoners of War and Missing in Action. It is called National POW/MIA Day and is scheduled for the third (3rd) Friday of every September. To this day, multitudes do not know of this day or why it exists. It is not a federal holiday. How can you call such a remembrance a holiday anyway? Nonetheless, it should be a required day off, for schools, for workers, and all non-life-essential occupations with large community services to make a loud voice that we want our service people HOME, dead or alive. Obviously, we want them alive, but if the worst happens, give our loved ones the dignity of bringing them home to their families and friends. Give their families that closure. Our children must be taught about those left behind.

Our government must do a better job of finding our missing and our foreign-held prisoners. Do not negotiate and make our country weak. Just find them and bring them home with strength, dignity, and honor of the US military and the countrymen and women who support them.

Too many people in this country are unaware of our missing and our prisoners and that must change! We have WWII veterans still alive in the U.S., does it not stand to reason, they can still be alive somewhere abroad? Clearly, the same applies to Korean and Vietnam veterans and more recent wars.

When the list of numbers appears below, a comparison will be provided so that you may have a better understanding of how many people have been left behind by our, by your, government.

This year's local ride brought many tears to my eyes, more so than some years. It varies for me. The first year, I think I cried the entire ride. Some years there are many tears, some years I just feel quiet and snap my photos as we go along without a blurry focus. How can you not cry when you see the people committed to raising a voice, to those who stand along the ride route holding flags, signs of support, and yelling, “Thank you!”? How can you not cry when think that the noise you make on that motorcycle and the quietness you embrace at the candle-light vigil, are both there to shout a mighty thunder to our government that we must NEVER FORGET and that we must BRING THEM HOME. The silence in the night at a vigil can be as deafening as the roar of hundreds of motorcycles on a ride. The goal of both is the same. NEVER FORGET.

Imagine if your husband, father, son, mother, daughter, sister, brother, uncle, aunt, had gone to war to fight for your freedom or the freedom of someone devastatingly oppressed......and he or she never came home? Imagine if you never knew why? They just disappeared....and your government can't or won't tell you why. Imagine. Look at these people today and feel blessed they are in your home, in your life, that they came home, and that they continue to come home. There are 82,666 families out there who do not have that luxury. They still wait.

82,666 families: 73,121 from WWII, 7,795 from Korean War, 1,618 from Vietnam War, 126 from the Cold War, 6 from Iraq and other conflicts. (Source: website: http://www.dpaa.mil/Our-Missing/Past-Conflicts/ for the Defense POW/MIA Accounting Agency)
82,666 unaccounted for persons from “recent” wars – do you comprehend that number? The U.S. Cities of Warwick, RI; Sioux City, Iowa; Ogden, UT; Tracy, CA; and Alhambra, CA all have populations ranging from 82,672 to 83,089 respectively. The number of Unaccounted-For-Persons just from WWII to present equals a modern day city population, a city you have heard of, not just a small town! We/our government/the USA have left behind the equivalent to the population of an entire city. This is not acceptable.

Why do we do ride and hold vigil? – Because those who have no voices, must be heard. Those 82,666 families deserve closure. Be a voice. Show support. Teach a child. Write to your congressmen and senators. Ask how you can help. Support your troops and local veterans organizations. Tell a veteran or active duty person “thank you” when you see them. (They won't bite, honest.) They fought for you. Fight for those they didn't get to bring home.
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Lamb or Lion

3/1/2014

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Do you dread March, the ides of March, the possibility that spring may not arrive on its appointed date in March?
The old thought of March arriving like a lamb meant that it would end like a lion.  Likewise, if arrives like a lion, it will exit like a lamb. 
Wouldn't you rather have it arrive like a lion and leave like a lamb in the freshness of spring and all that is reborn?
Today is a mystery.  Calm weather, warmer temps in my locale, clear roadways, and an approaching winter storm named Titan.  Titan. 

(The following  definition courtesy of http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary)
ti·tan noun \ˈtī-tən\ Titan : one of a family of giants in Greek mythology
: an extremely large and powerful person, company, etc.
Full Definition of TITAN1 capitalized :  any of a family of giants in Greek mythology born of Uranus and Gaea and ruling the earth until overthrown by the Olympian gods 2 :  one that is gigantic in size or power :  one that stands out for greatness of achievement

Titan is on its way to parts of the USA.  Frightened of this giant?  Nope.  Not this chic.  Storms happen.  Life happens.  It goes on.  Weather occurs.  We deal with it.  If you're used to weather changes, you're prepared.  If you live in a utopian climate-controlled bubble somewhere, then this storm might frighten you.  Good luck.

What I'm wondering, since Titan was predicted to arrive tonight, the evening of March 1st, does that mean March is entering like a giant lion and the end of the month will have sweet innocent lamb-like weather?
   Where does one draw the line on time-held hearsay of weather predictions?  Most of today has been calm.  What if Titan waits to arrive until March 2nd?  Does that count as the beginning of the month?

What does all this matter?  Lions.  Lambs.  Titans.  Giants.  Weather. 
Life happens with or without lion/lamb-like weather.  Life goes on.

Big things happen.  Small things happen.  Do we take stock of the big and the little things in life?  The rescue of your neighbor's when their house caught fire?  The whisper in your ear of your child's  scary nightmare with arms tight around your neck?  The first spring flower you spot by your door or along the highway on your way to work?  The reality of the store being sold out of toilet paper and milk/water just before a big storm hits?
 

Are you prepared for the storms?  Are you prepared for the renewed sensation of good days?  Are you prepared for changes in your life?  Are you ready for children in your family?  Are you ready for divorce?  Are you battening hatches against political oppression?  Are you stocking up for a lack of electricity and heat?  Are ready to grow up and get a job?  Are you ready to say 'good-bye' to your parents, a child, a grandchild? 

Are you, are any of us ever ready for big storms and small changes?  We try to be.  We think we are. 
In reality, no one human person is ever ready for such changes.  We can prepare.  We can stock up.  We can think it through.  Truly, though, the day of change arrives and we want one more second of sunshine, one more breath, one more second being single, another year of school, and so on. 

The only thing that makes us ready is stepping into the moment.  We face that moment and rise to the occasion.  Perhaps we do not succeed as we thought we would,  or perhaps we second-guess our preparations, our words, our decisions. 
Either way, the moment arrives like a winter storm, at a given moment in time that we cannot change.  It is up to each of us to weather the storm, to adapt, to become who we are meant to be. 

Lion or lamb?  Which will you be?  A giant, prepared and strong, or a lamb,
gentle and adapting? 

Didn't know you could be likened to a winter storm, did you?  Your life compared to the seasons?  Oh sure, we've all heard about May-December romances and the winter of our lives when we get 'old,' but from my humble perspective, our lives mirror the weather, the climate, the change of seasons.  Do we mature, do we wither?  Do we blossom?  Do we allow ourselves to create fruitful lives?

We make choices everyday.  The weather happens.  Do we live as the weather, just letting life happen or do we utilize our ability to make changes in our personal weather patterns? 

Do we allow ourselves to walk as thunderclouds, scaring those around us or do we walk in the light, spreading the seeds of good will to strangers as well as those we hold dear.

Our personal weather patterns are up to us.  Titan-like lions or Lamb-like souls......or lambs who know when to growl like lions?  Are you a giant of person?  The choice is yours.  Human life is short and fragile.  Make the best of it.  Shout your love like a lion and swallow your anger like a lamb.  Choose wisely.  You won't get a do-over on those final good-byes.









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Time Flies

8/20/2012

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"Time Flies."  When you're having fun.  When you're living life.

I am reminded of this today because, today, a special young man in my life turns 30.  I cannot help but wonder where the time has gone.  It seems like just yesterday he met his "oldest friend" as he used to say when he introduced me to his school mates.  Just yesterday he was ring bearer in our wedding.  Just yesterday I attended his high school graduation party.  Just yesterday he got married.

I remember turning 30.  Actually I don't.  I remember turning 29.  My youngest (step)son was a senior in high school and threatened to have it announced at a local sports event that I was turning 30.  He didn't do it, but rather had it announced that he wished me a happy birthday.  Good kid (wide kid too).    After that, turning 30 was a piece of cake.   I was already a grandma at 26 (courtesy of the oldest one in my ready-made family).  Where do you go after that?

And now, well, now, time flies.  My late mum used to say that the older you get the faster time goes.  I thought she was nuts at the time.  She was right.  Time flies.  The older I get, the faster it's going. 

I'm pushing 50.  I don't mind.  In fact, I'm rather looking forward to 50.  Especially if God continues to bless me with my semi-teenage skin and apparent lack of crows feet.  I am blessed.   I've lost count of the grandkids, but can name them when asked.  I have arthritis and long for a cure.  I've had asthma since I was wee little, so am no stranger to chronic illness and treatments for such things, so no big aging surprise there.  I'm getting my body back into shape.......it may not be as it was when I was 30, but that is  OK.  I think I like my body better now.  It suits me.  I know it and it knows me.  Sure, life and time change it, but that goes with being human and having life.

Time flies.  Family health crises the past few years really have caused me to take notice of time.  Waiting for the paramedics and ambulance a couple years ago and then again this spring, every minute counts and in those minutes, time stops.  Maybe that's why it races forward at other moments, the ones we wish would linger,  It's a balancing act.   I wouldn't trade my time here, maybe rewind and try a re-take on a couple events, but then again, maybe not.  "Time waits for no man."  Indeed.  You get one shot, make it the best.

Whether scarfing down a burger or hugging a child, each act takes up a defined moment of time.  Electing a president, burying a beloved pet, interviewing for a job, holding the hand of a friend in a time of need.  Each task and event takes time.  How much time do we actually give to one another?   How much time do we let be stolen from us by useless things?  How much time do we let dark emotions steal from the time the goods ones should share?  Coffee at a drive-thru vs an extra cup at home with the family?  Not only time, but money gets stolen, thrown away, cast off to moments  and items that need not interfere with the very best parts of our lives.

Maybe it's time for cutting back on "life in the fast lane."  Cutting back on big government.  Cutting back on excessive consumerism of "time-saving" gadgets that actually steal our time from living our lives.  Cutting back on lost time.  Making time for important things:  family, friends, food, shelter, clothting, life.

Time flies.  Don't lose it.  Get out the net and catch it.  Use time wisely!
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Family Reunion

7/7/2012

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Happy 5th of July! 

I write today from a small family camp in “the middle of nowhere.”   This is a family reunion on my hubby’s side of the family.  We all meet every two years.  The numbers are dwindling as the older generation is slipping away from us and the younger generations are tied up with work and families.   This is common in every family I think.  We have a multi-day reunion and usually hubby and I have attended for a day or two, but this year we are co-hosting with a cousin and wife.  Interesting experience.

I enjoy the family immensely, but I really REALLY hate the heat and humidity.  I am spoiled, having been accustomed to air conditioning since I was a child when the doctor recommended it for my asthma.  I don’t do humidity.  Now that I’m middle-aged, I have hot flashes (yes, cousin, TMI).  Makes for an interesting time.  We are having almost record-setting high temps, so I’m sure I shall be a source of aggravation or entertainment for the family before these days together are done.

Yesterday we arrived, gathered around the campfire last night and sang songs, laughed at sagging marshmallows, shared good time.  We were joined by a couple from Berlin, Germany who are traveling the USA in a rented RV.  Neat couple, we asked them to join us for dinner and campfire time.  I do wonder what they thought of us crazy Americans celebrating our nation’s Independence Day.  They joined us as family members read The Declaration of Independence; they tried out campfire s’mores, they laughed with us in our silliness.  Laughter is universal. 

Too bad the world can’t laugh together.  Too bad the world can’t take a lesson from our Declaration of Independence.  Too bad the world can’t take a lesson from the traditional family unit:  laugh, cry, shout, fight, make up, and work through it.  Sadly, I think families are failing miserably in this modern era at working things out and consequently our governments are not improving with age, but rather heading downhill.

I wished you all, dear readers, a Happy 5th of July when I started this entry – not knowing when I will get this posted since there is no connection here in the family dining hall (I can get a connection in my room on the 3rd floor of the dorm – stifling with no A/C) – so, I am in a corner of the main hall listening to  gospel songs on the sound system as the  more senior generation sings along, and, switching to Hank Williams, they take the floor and dance.  All of a sudden the heat is not so oppressive and a cooler breeze comes through the window behind me.  Hubby and cousin are in the kitchen starting lunch and again there is laughter.  Wish the world could laugh more – so, you miss a step or a note now and then, laugh and move on. 


July 7th.  It is EVEN HOTTER.   Temps hovering near 100 degrees today; heat warnings.  Camp is HOT.  We are staying in the shade and hydrating.  Hoping others in this heat wave are hydrated and safe.  Family fun scheduled for tonight. 
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Worn out. Tired out.

4/1/2012

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Well dear readers, tonight I feel compelled to write; however, my mind is just too tired to gather a good topic.  Politics?  Blah Blah Blah.  Religion?  Pray and Believe.  Sex?  It's a good thing at the right time.  Kids? hahaha....they follow sex. 

I am worn out tonight.  Tired due to a very sudden family illness in the past week that has had the potential for grave overtones.  Tired from listening to politicians make empty promises that we carry to the voting booths and then complain about when they are not brought to fruition.  Tired as a middle-aged woman can get.  Tired from worry over somebody I hold close in my heart.

Do you get tired?   If you say you never get tired, then you're only kidding yourself.  Everyone needs rest.  No one is exempt.  If you say that you are full of energy, that's great; however, you are human and there are times when we all get tired.  Energy supplements, vitamins, sunshine, prayer, faith, exercise, yoga, fresh air.....we all believe we have the secret to keep going until we get tired.  And then..........we want a nap!  (and how often do we really get those naps worked into our busy schedules?)

I do not have a clever topic.  I do know that I've mentioned to various friends & family the odd concept of "when I am President" and have had a myriad of reactions from grins to one almost-snorted laughter to a few endorsements and offers of those who are ready to 'write me in.'  I'm not ready to run this year, although if the country ever needed someone completely different for the job, that would be yours truly.  I'm tired.  Want to enjoy my hubby after a few years of various family members having serious illnesses and health crises.  So, I'd really rather not run THIS year. Maybe in 2016 or 2020, but not this year. 

What's that saying, "Don't put off til tomorrow that which you can do today?"  Well, I'm not putting it off, but family first.  I want fewer snickers and more nods when I say I may run for President or that someone could write me in!   I want to have my personal goals a little bit more in order.  I want a nap.

But, on down the road, maybe.  And there will be coffee first.  No major briefings before 10:00 AM.  The press corp will have to behave themselves.  People will be expected to support our troops.  If you're here illegally, I will expect you to leave in an orderly fashion, or get your paperwork in order.  You will be a citizen or you will no longer receive entitlements, period.  And I will tell you that if you don't like it here, leave.  Find a better country (you won't), but go and quit fussing.  Get involved.  I will expect that we investigate alternative forms of energy (solar, wind, etc etc etc) while utilizing our own natural resources in an environmentally responsible manner so that our country may profit and save on our own expenses.  I will expect people to work and if the work seems beneath you, think back to your ancestors when they arrived here....was there work beneath them when they couldn't yet speak the local language?  (I bet some of our ancestors did some things that were pretty darn demeaning to them just to give their descendants a much better life.  Suck it up.)

Guess you can tell.  I am tired.  Hadn't really intended to mention the Presidential stuff, but gosh darn it, SOMEONE has to say it even if I never run.  Liberals.  Conservatives.  Bah.  You're all Americans.  We all are.  Suck it up and fix it.  Work together.  It's not about who's agenda is better than who's.  It's about running our country in a responsible manner so that we can maintain the greatness we once enjoyed.  Right now, we are rapidly becoming owned by foreign countries with our national debt and a laughing stock amongst all.  We have allowed some basic needs to become unaffordable for our citizens:  gasoline for transportation to and from our jobs, medical care for all, and grocery items that have skyrocketed due to transportation costs. 

The main political parties need to get it together.  Quit pulling apart and figure out how we can work  out our differing ideas in a beneficial manner to our citizens.  It's not about who introduces the most bills in Congress or gets the most pork for the constituency.  It's about running and maintaining a responsible government that allows its citizens to be responsible as well.

Good night.  I need sleep.
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