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If the Red shirt thing is new to you, read below how it went for a man...

Last week, while traveling to
Chicago on business, I noticed a Marine sergeant traveling with a folded flag, but did not put two and two together..

After we boarded our flight, I turned to the sergeant, who'd been invited to sit in First Class (across from me), and inquired if he was heading home.

No, he responded.

Heading out I asked?

No. I'm escorting a soldier home.

Going to pick him up?

No. He is with me right now. He was killed in
Iraq , I'm taking him home to his family.

The realization of what he had been asked to do hit me like a punch to the gut. It was an honor for him. He told me that, although he didn't know the soldier, he had delivered the news of his passing to the soldier's family and felt as if he knew them after many conversations in so few days.

I turned back to him, extended my hand, and said, Thank you. Thank you for doing what you do so my family and I can do what we do.

Upon landing in
Chicago the pilot stopped short of the gate and made the following announcement over the intercom.

'Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to note that we have had the honor of having Sergeant Steeley of the
United States Marine Corps join us on this flight. He is escorting a fallen comrade back home to his family. I ask that you please remain in your seats when we open the forward door to allow Sergeant Steeley to deplane and receive his fellow soldier. We will then turn off the seat belt sign.'

Without a sound, all went as requested. I noticed the sergeant saluting the casket as it was brought off the plane, and his action made me realize that I am proud to be an American.

So here's a public 'Thank You' to our military Men and Women for what you do so we can live the way we do.

Red Fridays.

Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the 'silent maj ority. We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or overbearing.

Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of
America supports our troops. Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -- and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that .. every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar, will wear something red.

By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the
United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers. If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, coworkers, friends, and family, it will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once 'silent' majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on.

The first thing a soldier says when asked 'What can we do to make things better for you?' is...... 'We need your prayers and your support.'

Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example, and wear something red every Friday.

Wishful thinking

Things went wrong again, and I should've seen it coming Never was good at it anyway, but I wish there was a way To make you see that everything I said and felt was real But it'll never happen after how bad I ruined things this time Maybe one day I'll figure it all out and look back on this See it for the learning experience and not the pain I felt The pain I caused is worse because you didn't deserve it Right now I only wish tears were enough to wash it all away Wishful thinking at it's best, nothing more, nothing less Is this what happens when you let yourself truly feel Who knows

Emo moment of the week

Do you ever wonder if you're consistently making bad decisions? Sometimes, I find myself sitting around thinking that maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I should've done "this" different or "that" different. Maybe if I had gone "there" instead of "here," things would be completely different. I don't want to say that I regret something because I feel that everything happens for a reason, but I can't help but wonder how things would be different. Who would I be now? Who would I know? I've met some amazing people in my life and had some awesome experiences, but I'm afraid that my life is going nowhere... as though I've fucked up one too many times, and I'm stuck in a rut. How many bad decisions can you make or trouble can you get in before it takes over? Is my life just one big pattern of eff-ups? Am I emo for thinking so? On more than one occasion, the same scenario has cycled over and over. There's a guy I'll be talking to for a while. He's an amazing to begin with, but as soon as I let him in, he immediately becomes this whole other person from the one I fell for and crushes me emotionally. I have to wonder if the two are connected in some way. It always seems that when I finally stop expecting someone to hurt me and let them in, that's when they decide to rip my heart out as violently as they can. I blame myself for falling for it every time, but what other choice do I have? Do I shut the world out and stop risking the pain? Or do I continue to get hurt again and again and become progressively more jaded until I'm bitter and alone? I've almost always considered myself the hopeless romantic. That one person that everyone knows that believes that there's one person out there for everyone, and no matter how much you look, they'll find you when the time is right. My problem is I'm starting to doubt myself. What if I already missed that person? What if they never come? What if they reject me just like everyone else has before them? The few guys I've met that were truly decent, I fucked it up in some way or another because I either expected them to be like the rest or I stopped thinking straight. It seems that I'm truly f***ed on both ends. The guys I think are genuinely nice turn out to be inconsiderate jerks, and the guys that turn out to be genuinely nice, I expect to be inconsiderate jerks and screw it up. I'm rambling. My brain is so cluttered right now. I don't know why I wrote this, but it feels good to get it out. I'm sure someone somewhere will read this and have something harsh to say. To that person, suck my ass. It's my blog, and I'll pout if I want to.

UGH! wtf man

cowboync: fuck u bitch if i'm a douche...u wouldn't catch me in ur twat if i'm a douche...u smelly bitch. ->cowboync: lol yes i am and you're a douche that doesnt take no for an answer cowboync: well fu cuse me dam...RAGGIN TIME! GOOD BYE ->cowboync: i'm not one of these little bitches running around letting everyone see my naked body. if you have a fucking issue w me refusing to do you an NSFW salute on MULTIPLE OCCASIONS then feel free to downrate me and block me. harassing me and making comments like that is how you DONT get an NSFW salute cowboync: ur in an exotic room and u won't make me an nsfw salute? cowboync: would u make me a free nsfw salute plz? Obviously it's from my sb, so you know how to read it. What the hell is wrong w some people? Why is it that they can't take no for an answer, and when you get tired of trying to work it out rationally instead of blocking them, you're a whore or your pussy stinks? Where's the logic in that? I'm gonna go rant on IM, but that's for everyone wondering why I'm pissed.
I've decided that today is the shittiest of all holidays. Every year, I spend it alone. Even when I was w the kids' dad, I basically spent it alone. At least then I had drugs... anything to numb the pain would be great right about now. It's not even 3PM, and I'm already considering hitting the booze. It wouldn't be so bad, but there's nothing like seeing the person you want wanting someone else. I'm not stupid. I'm old enough to see it, and I shouldn't be so bothered I guess, but what can you do? I've spent my whole life caring too much about everyone else and not enough about myself. I've been reduced to suppressing my feelings and slapping on fake smile after fake smile and pretending that I don't hurt. I'm a robot. It's become second-nature for me. People ask me what's wrong, and like a good little girl, I smile and simply answer "nothing." Idk how much longer I can hide behind the cheap facade and say everything is okay though. My heart's been crushed, ripped apart, and stepped on so many times, that I'm not sure how much longer it can take it before it just gives up. I don't want to be one of those bitter, loveless people that refuses to see the good in people because every other time they tried it blew up in their face. I'm so close that it scares me sometimes. It would probably easier at least for a while, but what happens when I'm 50 and alone and miserable? I'll look back, and there will be no one to blame but myself. Then I'll be even more miserable. *sigh* in summation.... Valentine's Day sucks balls. Fuck all the philosophy. The beer is calling. Bunny
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