Showing posts with label Respect. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Respect. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

You Want To Take A Knee?


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Take a little trip to Valley Forge in January.  If you don't know where that is, just Google it from the sidelines. Hold a musket ball in your fingers and imagine it piercing your flesh and breaking a bone or two.  There won't be a doctor or trainer to assist you until after the battle, so just wait your turn.  Take your cleats and socks off to get a real experience.  Then take a knee.

Take a knee at Pearl Harbor. Look at the remains of the USS Arizona.  Read the names on the wall.  Do you see small globules of oil coming to the surface, after 75 years.  There are American Sailors inside.  They are there forever.  Then look aft at the USS Missouri.  The Arizona was where it started, the Missouri is where it ended.  There is no goal post here.

Then, take a knee at the beach in Normandy where man after American man stormed the beach, even as the one in front of him was shot to pieces...the very sea stained with American blood.  The only blockers most had were the dead bodies in front of them, riddled with bullets from enemy fire.

Take a knee in the sweat soaked jungles of Vietnam, from Khe San to Saigon...Anywhere will do.  Americans died in all those jungles.  There was no playbook that told them what was next, but they knew what flag they represented.  When they came home, they were protested as well ​ ​ and spat upon for reasons only cowards know.

Take another knee in the blood drenched sands of Fallujah in 110 degree heat.  Wear your Kevlar helmet and battle dress...Your number won't be printed on it like football ​ ​ unless your number is up!  You'll need to stay hydrated but there won't be anyone to squirt Gatorade into your mouth.  You're on your own.

There are a lot of places to take a knee.  Americans have given their lives all over the world.  When you use the banner under which they fought as a source for your displeasure, you dishonor the memories of those who bled for the very freedoms you have. That's what the red stripes mean.  It represents the blood of those who spilled a sea of it defending YOUR liberty.

While you're on your knee, pray for those that came before you, not on a manicured lawn striped and printed with numbers to announce every inch of ground taken...but on nameless hills and bloodied beaches and sweltering forests and bitter cold mountains...every inch marked by an American life lost serving that flag you protest.

No cheerleaders, no announcers, no coaches, no fans....just American men and women...delivering the real fight against those who chose to harm us...blazing a path so you would have the right to "take a knee."

You haven't an inkling what it took to get you where you are...but your "protest" is duly noted.  Not only is it disgraceful to a nation of real heroes, it serves the purpose of pointing to your ingratitude for those who chose to defend you under that banner that will still wave long after your jersey is retired...!


(Author Unknown)
If you want to upset a Conservative, tell them a lie.
If you want to upset a Liberal, tell them the truth.


Thursday, May 21, 2015

Chris Kyle: Amen





This is apparently from a wife of one of the Navy Seals in attendance... it makes interesting, disturbing, but hardly surprising reading.


Chris Kyle became the armed services number #1 sniper of all time.
Not something he was happy about, other than the fact that in so doing, he saved a lot of American lives.
 
Three years ago, his wife Taya asked him to leave the SEAL teams because he had a huge bounty on his head by Al Qaeda. He did and wrote the book "The American Sniper." 100% of the proceeds from the book went to two of the SEAL families who had lost their sons in Iraq.
 
That was the kind of guy Chris was. He formed a company in Dallas to train military, police and I think firemen, how to protect themselves in difficult situations. He also formed a foundation to work with military people suffering from PTSD. Chris was a giver not a taker. He, along with a friend and neighbor, Chad Littlefield, were murdered trying to help a young man that had served six months in Iraq and claimed to have PTSD.

Now I need to tell you about all of the blessings.

Southwest Airlines flew in any SEAL and their family from any airport to the funeral... free of charge. The employees donated buddy passes and one lady worked for four days without much of a break to see that it happened.  Volunteers were at both airports in Dallas to drive them to the hotel.

The Marriott Hotel reduced their rates to $45 a night and cleared the hotel for only SEAL's and family.

The Midlothian, TX Police Department paid the $45 a night for each room.  I would guess there were about 200 people staying at the hotel, 100 of them were SEALs.

Two large buses were chartered (an unknown donor paid the bill) to transport people to the different events and they also had a few rental cars (donated).

The police and secret service were on duty 24 hours during the stay at our hotel.

At the Kyle house, the Texas DPS parked a large motor home in front to block the view from reporters. It remained there the entire five days for the SEALs to meet in and so they could use the restroom there instead of the bathroom in the house.
 
Taya, their two small children and both sets of parents were staying in the home. Only a hand full of SEALs went into the home as they had different duties and meetings were held sometimes on an hourly basis.

It was a huge coordination of many different events and security. Derek was assigned to be a Pall Bearer, to escort Chris' body when it was transferred from the Midlothian Funeral Home to the Arlington Funeral Home, and to be with Taya.  A tough job! Taya seldom came out of her bedroom. The house was full with people from the church and other family members that would come each day to help. I spent one morning in a bedroom with Chris' mom and the next morning with Chad Littlefield's parents (the other man murdered with Chris).
 
George W Bush and his wife Laura, met and talked to everyone on the Seal Team one on one. They went behind closed doors with Taya for quite a while. They had prayer with us all. You can tell when people were sincere and caring.

Nolan Ryan sent his cooking team, a huge grill and lots of steaks, chicken and hamburgers. They set up in the front yard and fed people all day long including the 200 SEALs and their families.

The next day a local BBQ restaurant set up a buffet in front of the house and fed all once again. Food was plentiful and all were taken care of. The family's church kept those inside the house well fed.

Jerry Jones, the man everyone loves to hate, was a rock star. He made sure that we all were taken care of. His wife and he were just making sure everyone was taken care of....Class... He donated the use of Cowboy Stadium for the services because so many wanted to attend. The charter buses transported us to the stadium on Monday at 10:30 am.  Every car, bus, motorcycle was searched with bomb dogs and police. I am not sure if kooks were making threats trying to make a name for themselves or if so many SEALs in one place was a security risk, I don't know. We willingly obliged. No purses went into the stadium!
 
We were taken to The Legends room high up and a large buffet was available. That was for about 300 people. We were growing.

A Medal of Honor recipient was there, lots of secret service and police and Sarah Palin and her husband. She looked nice, this was a very formal military service.

The service started at 1:00 pm and when we were escorted onto the field I was shocked. We heard that about 10,000 people had come to attend also. They were seated in the stadium seats behind us. It was a beautiful and emotional service. The Bagpipe and drum corps were wonderful and the Texas A&M men's choir stood through the entire service and sang right at the end. We were all in tears.

The next day was the 200-mile procession from Midlothian, TX to Austin for burial. It was a cold, drizzly, windy day, but the people were out.

We had dozens of police motorcycles riders, freedom riders, five chartered buses and lots of cars. You had to have a pass to be in the procession and still it was huge.

Two helicopters circled the procession with snipers sitting out the side door for protection.

 It was the longest funeral procession ever in the state of Texas. People were everywhere. The entire route was shut down ahead of us, the people were lined up on the side of the road the entire way.

Firemen were down on one knee, police officers were holding their hats over their hearts, children waving flags, veterans saluting as we went by.

Every bridge had fire trucks with large flags displayed from their tall ladders, people all along the entire 200 miles were standing in the cold weather. It was so heartwarming.  Taya rode in the hearse with Chris' body so Derek rode the route with us. I was so grateful to have that time with him.
 
The service was at Texas National Cemetery. Very few are buried there and you have to apply to get in . It is like people from the Civil War, Medal of Honor winners, a few from the Alamo and all the historical people of Texas.

It was a nice service and the Freedom Riders surrounded the outside of the entire cemetery to keep the crazy church people from Kansas that protest at military funerals away from us.


Each SEAL put his Trident (metal SEAL badge) on the top of Chris' casket, one at a time. A lot hit it in with one blow. Derek was the only one to take four taps to put his in and it was almost like he was caressing it as he did it.

Another Tearful moment
 
After the service Governor Rick Perry and his wife, Anita, invited us to the governor's mansion. She stood at the door, greeted each of us individually, and gave each of the SEALs a coin of Texas. She was a sincere, compassionate, and gracious hostess. We were able to tour the ground floor and then went into the garden for beverages and BBQ. So many of the Seal team guys said that after they get out they are moving to Texas.

They remarked that they had never felt so much love and hospitality. The charter buses then took the guys to the airport to catch their returning flights. Derek just now called and after a 20 hours flight he is back in his spot, in a dangerous land on the other side of the world, protecting America

We just wanted to share with you, the events of a quite emotional, but blessed week."
 
To this day, no one in the White House has ever acknowledged Chris Kyle; his service, his death, his duty, his generosity, his caring, his life.

However, the President can call a sports person and congratulate him on his bravery for announcing to the world that he is gay.

He can say on national television that someone, a man who has committed a crime and was shot by police in the line of duty, would have made him a good son.


The SEALS have asked that you please, keep this moving if you think Chris Kyle would have made a good son.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

I Was Raised!


By Terry Orr 

  • I didn't just grow up.  
  • I was taught to speak when I enter a room.
  • Say please and thank you, to have respect for my elders and to get off my lazy butt and let the elder in the room have my chair.
  • Say 'yes sir' and 'no sir', lend a helping hand to those in need.
  • Hold the door for the person behind me, say 'excuse me' when it's needed and to love people for who they are and not for what I can get from them.
  • I was also taught to treat people the way I want to be treated.

(And my parents, aunts and uncles, and grandparents refreshed my memory if I had forgotten any of the above.)



Tuesday, July 9, 2013

TERRY’S LIFE LESSONS




By Terry Orr

In my early teens, my Dad said about making mistakes, “they are ok, just try to learn from them and keep from making them again”.  Decades later, I still believe that was good advice and have attempted to practice and share it each day of my life.

Growing up in Missouri in the 50’s and early 60’s trusting others was easy –sure there were shady characters – but for the most part – folks were honesty and trustworthy.  I still practice that trait – just a little more cautious with all schemers and crooks (remember – in Washington, DC is full of them).

Teamwork was something learned at a very early age.  The sooner we got our chores and task done for the day – the sooner we could go outside and play.  This was within our home and neighborhood.  Our folks taught us about helping others, especially the elderly and those who really needed help.  Mowing and raking the grass, fall cleanup, snow removal, or anything else that was needed.  We were not paid for these things – just the right thing to do.

Respecting all God’s creatures – even spiders and snakes – as they all have a purpose in the life.  Granny taught us this very early in life.  We would go on trips and learn about people, nature, differences in other locations in America, and how to take care of ourselves.



An important life lesson was recently discovered about three years ago while doing some research for a blog article regarding Native Americans. The Ten Native American Commandments (there are more than one version – but this one truly struck home.)
  1. Treat the Earth and all that dwell thereon with respect.
  2. Remain close to the Great Spirit, in all that you do.
  3. Show great respect for your fellow beings.
  4. Work together for the benefit of all Mankind.
  5. Give assistance and kindness wherever needed.
  6. Do what you know to be right.
  7. Look after the well being of mind and body.
  8. Dedicate a share of your efforts to the greater good.
  9. Be truthful and honest at all times.
  10. Take full responsibility for your actions


These are the founding principles my Granny taught me all those years ago and ones that I have attempted to follow.


Life lesson for all of us married guys – remember these great words “If mama isn’t happy – no one it happy.”
 (Photos from Google) 

Friday, May 17, 2013

Celebrating Armed Forces Day



By Terry Orr
USN Retired

Strong and Resilient
Prepared To Meet Any Challenge
For over 237 Years



"The heritage of freedom must be guarded as carefully in peace as it was in war. Faith, not suspicion, must be the key to our relationships. Sacrifice, not selfishness, must be the eternal price of liberty. Vigilance, not appeasement, is the byword of living freedoms. Our Armed Forces in 1950--protecting the peace, building for security with freedom--are "Teamed for Defense ..."

General Omar N. Bradley
Former Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff


“Then join hand in hand, brave Americans all! By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall."

John Dickinson

"Close understanding between members of our Armed Forces and members of civilian communities is most important to preserve the high level of national readiness necessary for safeguarding the free world."

General Nathan F. Twining, 1959
Former Chairman, Joint Chiefs of Staff

"...Word to the Nation: Guard zealously your right to serve in the Armed Forces, for without them, there will be no other rights to guard."

President John F. Kennedy, 1962



"Our servicemen and women shoulder the burden of defense as one of the responsibilities of citizenship in this free country. Having participated in protecting our rights and having met oppression on the battlegrounds of the world, they are able to appreciate and savor the blessings of citizenship in the country they serve."

The Honorable Melvin Laird, 1970
Former Secretary of Defense



”From time to time, the tree of liberty must be watered with the blood of tyrants and patriots.”

Thomas Jefferson


From all of us at KISBYTO - Thank You!
You remain in our hearts and daily prayers.

(All images from Google)

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