Blog-a-thon 2008

Blog-a-thon ’08: Heros

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Many thanks to Right-Wing Right-Minded for posting about our heros.

Airmen from the 816th Expeditionary Airlift Squadron at an air base in Southwest Asia prepare a C-17 Globemaster III for an airdrop mission Jan. 14 to deliver humanitarian supplies to coalition forces in Afghanistan

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Blog-a-thon 2008

Blog-a-thon ’08: Patriotic Homecoming

As it should be.

(Have tissues close at hand).

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Blog-a-thon ’08: Welcome Home [2]

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This is the beginning of an ongoing story that I plan on posting over the next several hours. Though I have an idea what I want to write, it’s not written – so this story will be rough, really rough, but I thrive on this impromptu stuff so … there you go. 🙂 Thanks for reading!

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Welcome Home

Alecia could feel, rather than see, her baby girl tensing from the sudden, and unexpected noise and activity of the airport. They were from a small town, so their airport was smaller than most, but it seemed overly crowded to Alecia. Though she had only been to the airport a half dozen times in her life, it had never been this busy.

She muttered a smattering of apologizes as she navigated the stroller through the throng of people. It wasn’t until they had found a series of seats, all arranged in a half circle by a large window overlooking the drop-off area, did she relax her hold on the baby carrier.

“Whew,” she exhaled as she plopped down on the hard, cushioned seat. “There are a lot of people here today,” she said while dragging the diaper bag off the stroller. “I’m betting there are a lot of military people coming home today.” She pushed the diaper bag under her feet and swept a hand across her moist forehead. “What do you think, Lisa?”

The baby began waving her arms and kicking her feet at the sound of her name.

Alecia laughed and settled back in her seat. She continued to gaze at her beautiful daughter, the love she had for this little being, the creature that her and her husband had made, (she still hadn’t quite come to terms with that fact), caused her eyes to twinkle and her face to soften.

“You’ll be a good girl for mommy, right?” She nervously chewed on her lower lip. The plane was scheduled to land in two hours. She glanced at her watch and then lifted her gaze to look out of the window. Her in-laws were supposed to meet her in twenty minutes. She hoped her baby girl would behave herself until grandma got there.

“Excuse me,” a tall, thin man with a long thick scar running across his right cheek addressed her.

Alecia stiffened and pasted on a polite smile. “Yes?”

“Are these seats taken?”

He gestured to the seats on either side of her. “Actually,” she cleared her throat. “I’m expecting my in-laws to be here any minute, so I need a few of them.” She offered a smile to soften the rejection.

“Oh, okay. I understand,” he responded and glanced down at the baby. “She’s adorable.”

Lisa blinked up at the strange man.

“Thank you,” Alecia said and sat up a little straighter. Lisa was a beautiful baby. She had thick, soft hair the color of a raven’s wing and dark blue eyes that sparkled like jewels in her round face. The baby offered a smile at the stranger, a dimple, just to the left of her moist mouth deepened.

“Ah, she’s going to be a heart breaker.”

Alecia chuckled and nodded. “I’m afraid you’re right about that.”

The stranger nodded politely and moved down several seats to settle slowly into a chair.

Alecia studied the man from under her lashes. She was curious to know if this man had served in the military. Had he received that scar in service? Was his body stiff from combat? Her thoughts turned to her own husband and she wondered if Carter’s scars would be visible, or merely buried deep inside.

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A Year of Absence: Six women’s stories of courage, hope and love by Jessica Redmond

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Blog-a-thon ’08: Operation Paperback

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(Photo courtesy of Department of Defense – public domain)

Operation Paperback is a non-profit, grassroots program founded in 1999. We collect gently used books and send them to American troops deployed overseas.

Many of our troops are serving far from home and living in facilities that provide few of the comforts of home. At the end of the duty day, the opportunity to escape into a good book is welcomed. Every week we receive thanks from troops who are glad to be appreciated and remembered.

Our service members make sacrifices every day for our country. It takes so little to let them know that we appreciate what they are doing for us. When you join in Operation Paperback, you will let our troops know that you support them, and you have not forgotten them.

Operation Paperback has ways you can volunteer your time and efforts or if you wish, donate postage to help mail the books to our soldiers.

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A Year of Absence: Six women’s stories of courage, hope and love by Jessica Redmond

If you would like to win this book, just leave a comment on any of the posts between NOW and 11:00 a.m. U.S. central time! A winner will be announced in the 11:30 a.m. U.S. central time entry!

Blog-a-thon 2008

Blog-a-thon ’08: Welcome Home [1]

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This is the beginning of an ongoing story that I plan on posting over the next 22 hours. Though I have an idea what I want to write, it’s not written – so this story will be rough, really rough, but I thrive on this impromptu stuff so … there you go. 🙂 Thanks for reading!

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Welcome Home

Alecia slammed the trunk of her ’97 Buick Skylark shut. She grunted slightly as she unfolded the huge, pink monster stroller and locked it in place. She had only had the stroller for a month, a gracious gift from her in-laws, but she still didn’t feel completely comfortable using the thing. She triple checked to make sure the stroller was properly assembled before wheeling it around the side of the car. She opened the back door and smiled at her baby.

“Hey there baby girl,” she said in a sing-song voice. “Are you ready to go inside?”

The baby waved a tiny fist as way of greeting and flashed a toothless grin. A bubble of spittle popped at the side of her mouth, leaving tiny droplets of moisture dotting her lower lip. Alecia chuckled.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

She grabbed the pink and purple pastel diaper bag and dragged the heavy bag across the seat. “For a tiny person, you sure need a lot of stuff,” she mumbled under her breath.

The baby cooed in response.

Alecia placed the diaper bag on the ground and then reached in to unbuckle her daughter. Her fingers moved automatically and she had her free in record time.

“I remember when this used to take me forever,” Alecia said while lifting the tiny girl from the car seat. “I’m getting pretty good at this mommy stuff.”

She gently placed her daughter into the stroller, buckled her in, balanced the heavy diaper bag onto her shoulder and began the trek across the short-term parking lot, her head held up high.

The day had finally come. After ten long months of short, frantic, hurried phone calls, pages of emails and countless sleepless nights, they were finally going to see him.

She hoped he hadn’t changed.

She knew he had to have changed.

Alecia blinked back tears of apprehension and lifted her chin. Now was the not the time to get teary eyed, she would need all of her strength to see herself, and her daughter, through the next two hours.

She stiffened her arm around her baby girl as she made her way across the airport driveway. Though the traffic hadn’t been bad when she first entered the parking lot, numerous cars now dotted the drop-off lane. Her large, sky-blue eyes quickly scanned the people lined up on the sidewalk. Most were busy tugging large pieces of multi-colored luggage from the trunks of cars, a handful of people stared expectantly down the driveway, their expressions tight and eager as they waited for their rides.

Alecia maneuvered her way between the parked cars and pushed her way into the airport. The blast of cold air hit them squarely in the face.

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Blog-a-thon ’08: America Supports You

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We’ll begin with the mother of all support organizations: America Supports You.

America Supports You

America Supports You is a Department of Defense program that provides opportunities for citizens to show their support for the US Armed Forces. The program was launched in 2004 in an effort to highlight citizen support for our military men and women and communicate that support to the members of our Armed Forces at home and abroad.

America Supports You connects individuals, organizations and companies to hundreds of homefront groups offering a variety of support to the military community.

The program also connects military service members and their families to homefront groups that provide assistance.

The America Supports You website, www.AmericaSupportsYou.mil, provides a one-stop location for citizens and service members to connect with hundreds organizations eager to help.

America Supports You homefront groups show support in many ways including writing letters and e-mails, sending care packages, offering scholar­ships and helping the wounded when they return home.

If you have a few minutes (in between posts!), please watch their introductory video. I can almost guarantee it’ll being tears to your eyes.

In addition to the above intro video, you’ll find 131 additional touching and informative videos on how you can get involved in America Supports You programs nationwide.

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Blog-a-thon 2008

Blog-a-thon ’08 – An Introduction

Support Our Troops

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Well, here we are, the second post of 48. I plan on posting something every 30 minutes until 6:00 a.m. July 27th.

I’d like to start out things by introducing myself and tell you why I chose to blog for our troops.

My name is Karen. I’m a 40-something year-old woman. I’ve been married for 18 1/2 years to my best friend and lover. I’ve known my husband for nearly 21 years. We have two boys, GD (Game Dude) 15 and MK (Mushroom King), 13. I graduated from college in ’03 with a BS in technical writing, a minor in creative writing. I spend the majority of my time blogging, updating and building websites, juggling family obligations and writing short stories. I won’t bore you with the details, you can always read my about page, but suffice it to say, I’m no stranger to blogging. I’ve been blogging for nearly four years now (I started on Blogger, then moved to my own host, then finally made the [FINAL] move to wordpress.com). I blog to document my life. I’m not overly interested in making money from my blog, nor am I interested in selling my blog to others. I write for my entertainment and to record my life – according to me. I adore blogging and the community I’ve muscled my way into. I don’t see myself giving it up any time soon.

I do not have any direct ties with our military, though my father was in the army for a while when he and my mom were first married. He was a specialist who had high clearance for top secret missions. One time, he was on Air Force One and my mom never knew about it; it’s quite fascinating to listen to him talk about those days.

I’m blogging for our troops for one reason, and one reason only – awareness. I think it’s incredibly important to remind people of the sacrifices our men and women have made for our great country over the years and nothing makes me more angry than to listen to people trash talk our freedoms. People have DIED so that we may enjoy the freedoms we have now. The United States is GREAT! And don’t let any politician/person/nuthead try to convince you that it’s not. Sure we have problems, sure we could approve in some areas, but compared to so many countries out there, right now, we have it EASY. And I think people are too used to taking that fact for granted. No one needs to come in here and “improve” things, we need a leadership that will take charge (without removing our rights or taking complete control over our lives) and continue to protect our constitution – our armed forces have spent a few hundred years doing just that.

Who are we to belittle what they fought so hard to uphold?

Our country is a work-in-progress. It will NEVER be perfect. It will NEVER satisfy every person’s need or want. All we can do is try and strengthen our weaknesses and coexist in peace.

I think our troops get overlooked and taken for granted. Each and every person in our military deserves a warm hug, a heartfelt handshake and a hero’s welcome. For the next 23 hours, I plan on driving that point home.

You can expect a support the troops post at the top of every hour. At every half hour, I plan on posting short stories, links, and various fun things – stay tuned!