Views and Views

The World War II memorial, how I would like to see that. It took so long for the memorial to be built and the attachment I received today, written by a medical doctor in a V.A. hospital tells the sad story of the forgotten many.

The Battle of the Bulge was a tale a friend used to tell. He was there and his version was strong in the sights and sounds of a winter battle that was fought inch by inch by our American troops. He was extremely proud of the hardships they survived and wanted everyone to know the kind of men who fought for freedom. An age old story that goes on forever it seems, as we are eight years into a terrorist 'war' and our young men are still dying for the same cause. Freedom comes at a very high price.

Another view of the memorial. There were pictures of many of the men who are now octogenarians and spending time in the V.A. hospital. The doctor went on to say much about his views of the daily grind he had until he realized who these men were and what they had suffered for him just as well as for us. He changed his mind about his thoughts of the old men who were struggling and became their hero as he wrote a letter and called our attention to these men who have been forgotten. Some folks in our world do not even know of World War II or about the battles they fought. He felt it was time we were reminded and he is right.

Morning Skies. I looked out the window to see a red sky and grabbed the camera and went out to see if I could catch the beautiful skies.

Reflection of the rising sun in my neighbors windows. That's my ocean view from my back porch you are looking at. I have hope that the trees will be cut back one of these days.

Sailor's Warning

Warnings come/warnings go/ a sailor chalks the sky/ for morning light/blood red at sight/sends waves thundering to shore./ The seagulls count a dozen score/but when the waves are high/they fly and wheel and sight their meal/tiny fish are floating by./ They dive and seem to multiply. The winds are strong/the air seems cold/the sky descending light/shades of pink to garnet red/a sailor's true delight. J.M.S.





So today, Thursday already, January all but gone . . . is that a sigh of relief? I bet it is as you have suffered through a long winter with still a bit more to go. Hang in there, it cannot last forever . . . think Spring . . . just don't waste your seconds bemoaning the weather. You know it will change, it always does. Keep in mind the veterans of our wars and say a prayer for them, both those that are still heading for the Garden Gate and for those that have already passed through it. Didn't you hear that doctor on television the other night saying 'hugs' are necessary for your health . . . well get out there and HUG. Hugs to all.