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It is the soldier, not the reporter who has given us the freedom of the press.  It is the soldier, not the poet, who has  given us the freedom of speech.  It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. 

It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag.”  – Father Dennis Edward O’Brien, Sergeant, USMC

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You’ve been on my mind so much lately.  I’ve tried letting you go.  It’s been 5 years?

Sending my love and God’s angels.  Be well and happy my friend.


I dreamed about you a few nights ago.  I haven’t done that for a long time.  I meant to post sooner.

All My Love

You left me.

I have never left you.

I miss your smile and your laughs.

Life moves on.

All my love.


You may not know this but you are the one who told me I was beautiful, which started the transformation. Until then I truly didn’t understand. I always thought I was ugly. Blessings my friend and thank you.

Veterans Day 2013

You were with me all day. Stay safe.

I’ve already prayed and sent the angels to you. It’s 0438 and I had a dream. You were not specifically in it, but when I woke up I had to write to you.

I was on a detail protecting the president and there was a mole. I was on rounds, crawling because we couldn’t tell which way the fire was coming from and Two agents had taken a shot to the forehead, one was deceased the other holding on by a thread. I came back from a round and lay down on the ground in front of him and held his hands and prayed with him, he seemed to rouse and we were waiting but the ambulance couldn’t get through. There were several women with long (knee-length) hair walking out of the area (I cold see them from the back). one was blond with very long, curly hair and I suspected her but hadn’t seen her before in the unit and when I questioned her presence the detail leader just looked astounded and said “you don’t know who she is” implying that I wouldn’t question her if I did but no details were offered. She went into a small room and walked past a small group who were talking in whispers and there was a man who said “oy”, in a specific southern drawl which triggered the unit leader to look closer and immediately put him under security. He was the link to a group in a van who had made the shots. The man was mid height and slender, not quite 6′ and possibly 150 lbs, with dark hair, no glasses and holding a briefcase and a glass. He was linked to a group near a van in the corner of the parking lot facing us.

We were outside, 3 men were being tazered into submission. One man had two agents on him, a third was out of my line of vision and a man of your stature had the third. The situation seemed to be under control and then you answered your phone. He was waiting for that mistake and while your eyes were off of him turned and impaled a hunting blade in your groin, picked you up and threw you through a bus window and then the bus was rolling backward out of sight. Another agent tried to stop it but it was rolling downhill. You were still alive (the feeling of the moment) but critically injured. As I see to my right the bus rolling one way with you in it and all the glass broken out of the front window I look and the group had made their van and were also rolling out of sight the other direction. I woke up.

Do not take your focus off of the man on his knees in front of you. I have no idea why I had to write that but if it helps and you actual visit here ever then it was worth the effort.

All my love, my friend. I am here for you as always and cannot explain the connection I feel. If it will save your life or those around you, I had to speak out.
Blessings on your life.

btw – in this dream I was also an agent. My insight was on point and my hair was longer 🙂

Now, I’m gong to curl up next to my big orange purring cat and go back to sleep.


I keep my word.  I will always be here for you.

Be well, my dear friend.

All My Love