Listed below is a little info about me.
My Favorite Web Sites
HOME PAGE
TEARDROP
ANGELFIRE
Free Web Pages
LADY OH'S
WARP SPEED
BECAUSE I CAN!!!
LINKS PAGE
MY THANK YOU VETERAN'S
PAGE
I was born in Springfield Mo. Apr 8th 1942. Enlisted in USAF May 8th 1959. Retired from USAF Nov 1967 on Disability Retirement. Worked for Maritime Administration DOT Suisun Bay Reserve Fleet, retired 1997 on Disability do to injuries received on the job. Now live at Lake Berreyessa, Napa Ca.
I have five children, two girls and three boys. Eight grandchildren, and in Jul 98 became a greatgrandpa. Also have three foster girls, and eight foster grandchildren.
Live each day as it comes, as I am now a cancer survivor of three years and just hope to spend a nice peaceful life for as long as I remain here on this great planet.
Plan on updating this as time goes on, so please check back, and remember to reload page to be sure you are getting the lastest update. Thanks for visting, and ya'll come back often to check my other pages as I get them done.
GOD, grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change Courage to change the things I can and the Wisdom to know the difference. Living ONE DAY AT A TIME; Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardship as the pathway to peace. Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it. Trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will; That I may be reasonably happy in this life, and supremely happy with Him forever in the next. Amen By Reinhold Neibuhr
Always a friend to anyone.
Doug
Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye. Others may carry the evidence inside them: A pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity. Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can't tell a vet just by looking. What is a vet? He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel. He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel. She (or he) is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang. He is the POW who went away one person and came back another- or didn't come back AT ALL. He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs. He is the carrier pilot landing on a rolling, pitching, heaving flight deck during a rain squall in the pitch-black night of the Tonkin Gulf. He is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand. He is the career quartermaster (Army Supply Corps) who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by. He is the Army Ranger who humps endless miles of burning sand for three days with no sleep or food and very little water to designate targets for laser guided bombs or swims through a disease infested swamp and crawls over poisonous snakes under the cover of darkness to conduct Intelligence on a foreign government hostile to our own and our cherished way of life. He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep. He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come. He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being - a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs. He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known. So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say.
"THANK YOU"
That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.
Read my
Dreambook! Sign my Dreambook! |
![]() |