Fading Away?

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(Photo from woundedtimes.blogspot.com)

 © Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved and observed

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“It’s time for your shower, Mr. Tilden.”

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He rolled over, slowly realizing another day had arrived; the nightmares were over, for a while.

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“Hurry up, Mr. Tilden, there’s others waiting for their shower.”

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Mumbling, he hunched himself up and scooted over to his bedside chest of drawers. Pulling clean shorts and tee-shirt out of the middle one, he flicked them onto his bed. “Man, they look ragg’dy,” he mused. “When I get some money by, gotta git me some new ones.”

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The aroma of coffee and grease wafting in from the kitchen told him he’d soon be eating the same old breakfast fare he’d had for the last three years: scrambled eggs, sausage gravy, toast and coffee. “What I’d give for a ham omelet with the works or a heap pile of flat cakes with lots’ o’ butter and syrup and real sausages ‘n hash browns,” he reminisced. “Yep, that’d be one fine day. Yeah.”

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Throwing that thought into the trash bin, he pulled, pushed, dragged, and yanked his pajamas off and slapped his threadbare bathrobe over his shoulders and back. The aide would help him get it under his body so he’d be decent enough to go shower. Waiting for her return, he dismally looked at the photos of his kids sitting atop the chest of drawers.

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Thoughts came ripping out of his spirit.  “Man, I sure miss you guys! Can’t ya stop by and see the old man once in a while? I get so lonesome to see y’all. You could at least write once in a while.”

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“Well, good morning, Mr. Tilden, how are you today?” The aide had rushed in to get him “decent” for his shower. Disgruntled, he accepted the assistance then down the hallway they flew, the aide steering his wheelchair in the direction of the shower room.

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Since he had lost his legs in ‘Nam, he’d had one heck of a time getting used to needing help from anyone. His pride broke down eventually as he resigned himself to the truth of the matter. But it still gnawed on him and he hated feeling useless and unwanted. His health was failing him more and more every day.

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First it was his leg amputations, and then diabetes, eye infections, and just last week the doc put him on medication for his heart. He knew in his heart that his kids loved him but they were too busy with their own lives to visit as much as he’d like. If he could just get out of this nursing home and get back on his own, he would feel better in no time.

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“Nah, it ain’t in the cards. I’m jes’ worn out.”

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Memories carried him away to days when times were carefree and life was happy. He lived in his “thought world” to escape the reality that faced him as he awoke each morning. He dreaded the nights; they brought ghastly visions. The days were no better, only bringing the realization that he was ever so slowly dying, apart from family and friends.

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“I jes’ wanna go home. That’s all.”

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Dear sisters and brothers, this story is to remind you of our veterans this Veteran’s Day. How about honoring them with a sacrifice of our own? Remember those who have gone on ahead by honoring those veterans who still abide among us. Invest some time in a visit, a card, a phone call, maybe even a trip “outside” for them? They sacrificed their lives and livelihood so we could remain safe and free; now it’s our time to “report for duty.”


Let’s see to it our veterans are safe and living in healthy and well run facilities. Too many obstacles are facing them today: mold infested rooms, shoddy treatments, despicable and dangerous medical care and a horrendous lack of respect for the honor that is too long overdue. Check on the facilities in your area. Let your senators and representatives know that you are concerned about the care our veterans receive. We owe them that…and more. Our veterans need to know they are not alone and we shall never let them “just fade away.”

Never!

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Lest We Forget …

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O Beautiful for Spacious Skies

~Katherine Lee Bates

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O beautiful for spacious skies,

For amber waves of grain,

For purple mountain majesties

Above the fruited plain!

America!  America!

God shed His grace on thee,

And crown thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining seas!

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O beautiful for heroes proved

In liberating strife,

Who more than self their country loved,

And mercy more than life!

America!  America!

May God thy gold refine

Till all success be nobleness

And every gain divine!

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Veterans Day – November 11, 2015

Honor our veterans everywhere on this Veteran’s Day.  They “cared enough to send the very best” to fight our battles, keep the peace, and maintain our country’s defenses. Support them through our many agencies, local and national, encourage them with packages from home, and pray for them with earnest hearts. Some of them are in foreign lands, while others are right in your own backyard. Remember their families also who wait their safe return home.

Remember ALL our veterans, whether retired or active duty men and women. Many of them are in need of our help. Would you mind visiting those who are set aside in veteran’s hospitals, nursing homes, Soldier’s homes, or in their own homes?  Now is the time to report for our duty, making the rest of their lives comfortable and safe.  Let us lift them up with honor and respect and endow them with our love and prayers.

GOD BLESS OUR VETERANS!

God bless America!

Memories Still in View

Veterans' Cemetery

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I hung the flag out today

The grand red, white and blue

In memory of all those who died

For our land, so precious and true.

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Their blood, sweat and nerve

Permeate every grain of sand

And surge within leaves and grass:

“Walk softly on this sacred land.”

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The wind echoes with their cries

Do you hear them calling out?

From sea to shining seas they sound

Over hill and dale they shout.

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Oh, say can you see

By the dawn’s early light,

The glorious red, white and blue?

It’s there! It’s within sight!

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We’ll remember all they gave

For those who followed too;

They are owed such a great debt.

“Patriots, we’ll never forget you!”

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Memorial Day 2015

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© Jeanne E Webster. All Rights Reserved.

MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOULS!

SOLDIERS

 

 

© 2014 Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved and observed

 

Thousands of our veterans have returned from battle needing treatment for wounds inflicted during their service for our country. There’s no doubt about it; medical care is available and adequate. But . . . our Veteran Affairs Department has thrown up roadblocks in the face of this ever present need of our walking and not-walking wounded troops to the extent they have had to wait months or years for medical treatment. Many of these brave soldiers have died while holding to the great expectation of proper medical care, yet such medical care has been purposely and coldheartedly sidelined by unnecessary bureaucratic red tape and brutal corruption.

I ASK EVERY ELECTED OFFICIAL SERVING IN OUR NATIONAL AND STATE GOVERNMENTS AS SERVANTS OF ITS PEOPLE:

WHY HAS THIS DISSERVICE AND DISHONOR TO OUR LOYAL AND DEVOTED VETERANS BEEN PUT UPON THEM?

WHY DIDN’T YOU KNOW THAT THIS EXPLOITATION AND CORRUPTION OF OUR VETERANS DEPARTMENT WAS HAPPENING?

WHY DIDN’T YOU KNOW THAT VETERANS WERE DYING WHILE LYING IN BEDS CRITICALLY ILL AND RECEIVING NO MEDICAL CARE?

WHY WERE YOU NEGLIGENT IN YOUR DUTY TO HOLD THESE VETERANS IN HONOR AND HIGH ESTEEM?

WHY DID YOU ALLOW THE SYSTEM TO BE MANIPULATED TO THE EXTENT THESE BRAVE VETERANS WERE PUSHED ASIDE INTO A VAST CLOUD OF ABUSE?

WHY DID THESE VETERANS HAVE TO HAVE THEIR BODIES FURTHER INSULTED TO THE EXTENT THEY DIED FOR THEIR COUNTRY . . . WHILE LYING IN A BED OF MALTREATMENT IN THEIR OWN COUNTRY?!

WHY? WHY? WHY?

SHAME ON YOU!

MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOULS!

Memorial Day Tribute

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© 2014 Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved and observed

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As I raised our flag this Memorial day,
That grand red, white and blue,
I thought of all those who had died
For our country, so free and true.
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Their precious blood, sweat and nerve
Permeate each golden grain of sand
And inhabit every leaf and grass:
Walk softly on this sacred land.
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The wind still resonates their cries
Do you hear them calling out?
From sea to shining seas they sound
Over every hill and dale they shout:
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“Oh, say can you see
By the dawn’s early light,
The glorious red, white and blue?
It’s still there! It’s within sight!”
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We’ll hold dear your sacred trust
Endowed to us and our followers too;
Your sacrifices were not in vain!
Our hearts reiterate with tribute to you!

 

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