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Date:         Thu, 11 Nov 2010 13:57:34 -0800
Reply-To:     Donna Skarloken <dskarloken@GMAIL.COM>
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From:         Donna Skarloken <dskarloken@GMAIL.COM>
Subject:      Re: Remembrance Day/Veteran's Day (NVC)
Comments: To: Al Knoll <>
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With Vanagon content - remembrance and thanks to my Dad, James Lures Stewart, (1926-2005), Purple Heart veteran of the 83rd Division, US Army, 331st Combat Team, Normandy, Northern France and Rhineland campaigns, and Vanagon driver (86 passenger, 89 camper). We had great times camping and driving those vans all over the Western U.S.

Donna, 87 Syncro

On Thu, Nov 11, 2010 at 1:30 PM, Al Knoll <> wrote:

> Thanks Jake and welcome home to all the Veterans on our list. > > From time to time I share the following with other veterans. It is OFF > TOPIC with no vanagon content. > > Soldier in the rain. > It had been a long time since he'd heard that eagle scream. > It had rained hard at the river camp where he and others had spent the > night. In the drizzle before dawn, he wrapped his sleeping bag in the > plastic tarp and gathered his things. It was only a couple of miles to a > corner out of the rain near the park. He stumbled coming up the slippery > bank and as he picked himself, up the mud on his tattered clothes brought > back memories of mud in another place, now so far away. He wandered > through downtown, but at this early hour few noticed the bedraggled figure > with his bedroll and muddy clothes. The corner near the convention center > would be dry just across from the park and the sun would warm things up a > bit he thought as he crossed the trolley track. Memories of long ago were > powerful today as he thought of friends whose faces would never age like > his > had over the years. His reflection in the glass door of the auditorium > embarrassed him and he stopped to try to straighten his hair and brush off > the mud. Just around the corner, he set down his bedroom and leaned back > up against the building. The parade would be by in a couple of hours and > he > could warm up here while he waited. There was a little bit left in the > bottle and it felt good going down. As the commute traffic along the > street next to the capitol picked up for the morning, the sun peeked out > and illuminated his corner behind the hedge. He remembered last year when > he and his buddy had shared the corner. His friend had died that winter > from alcohol and abuse, this year he was alone. From inside the tattered > jacket he took three grimy medals and carefully pinned them on. The > street > was quiet now, closed off for the parade. He sat in the corner and > thought > how things had gone these past years when he couldn't hold a job and lost > his home. Dark images from the past had stolen his resolve and ambition > and pulled him down to where he was today. He could hear the parade music > as they turned onto the street a block or so away. Wiping away some inner > rain, he stood up and gently took an old green hat out of his bag. He > smoothed his tangled hair as best he could and put the beret on at just the > right angle. As he stepped from behind the hedge towards the street he > could see the flag bearers at the front as they marched toward him. The > sparse crowd at the curb moved aside as he approached. When the flag drew > close, he snapped to attention and held a razor sharp salute as it passed. > Sometimes all you have left is your pride and your memories. He'd made it > to one more Veterans Day. > The Veterans Administration estimates there are over 175,000 homeless > veterans in the land of the free this winter. > (c) Al Knoll 1999 > > On Thu, Nov 11, 2010 at 12:33 PM, Jake de Villiers < >> wrote: > > > I'd like to take a minute to thank the veterans on this list (and > > everywhere > > else) for their service in the causes of freedom and democracy. > > > > For sure, not all military conflicts are entered into for the right > reasons > > but the men and women on the ground deserve all the support we can give > > them > > for the work that they have done and continue to do. > > > > Thank you all. > > > > -- > > Jake > > > > 1984 Vanagon GL 1.9 WBX 'The Grey Van' > > 1986 Westy Weekender/2.5 SOHC Suby 'Dixie' > > > > Crescent Beach, BC > > > > > > > > > > >

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