Dear God, where do we get such men?

Dear God, where so we get such men?
What loving God has provided,
that each generation, afresh,
there should arise new giants in the land.
Were we to go but a single generation
without such men, we should surely
be both damned and doomed.
-Anonymous military officer
as quoted by
Lt. Dave Grossman, On Combat

The Sheepdog's Prayer

This prayer is dedicated to all the Sheepdogs who make our world a safer place to live.  To all of the law enforcement  / rescue / military personnel and armed citizens: THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE.

By Roger E. Temple - Revised 02/2011

The Knights of Olde were Men of Honor
Who used their Might For Right!
Today they’re known as Sheepdogs,
Those who carry on the fight.

I am a tired old Sheepdog,
The guardian of my flock.
I keep the predators at bay
And stand watch around the clock.

Please stop the Sheep from pulling my teeth.
I’ll need them for the fight,
When the hungry Wolves come calling
Some dark and deadly night.

I pray I'll never need my gun,
But someday if I do,
May my cause be just!
My draw be quick!
And my aim be ever true!

Heaven holds a special place
For those who do the deed,
Defenders of the innocent
In their hour of need.

May the Sheep someday be grateful.
There’s a debt they can not pay
To the Sheepdogs who lay it on the line
Each and every day.

I am proud to be a Sheepdog.
I've done my very best.
I'll stand my watch until my Maker
Calls me home to rest.

But when I meet St. Peter
There's just one request I’ll make,
“Please let me spend Eternity
Standing guard at Heaven's Gate”.

Lord, help us bring this ''Age of Sheep''
To a rapid end.
Then fill this land with Sheepdogs,
Men of Honor, once again.

This prayer is dedicated
To those who bravely face,      
The dangers all around us,
To make our world a safer place.

To the soldiers, cops and warriors-
Sheepdogs through and through.
Thank you for your service
And your sacrifices too.
Amen

Do not go gentle into that good night

▶ Dylan Thomas - Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Dailymotion video

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

Because it's that kind of day.....

Going through old posts, and old memories...and this is a good one. I still wonder often how, and where she is....

http://piecesofmymind.blogspot.com/2007/09/trip-to-viper-room.html

What I'm looking at right now, and what's looking at me....

Reposted from February 26, 2010:

For lack of an original thought on my part, or a new quote, I dug into the "good" box and came up with this gem, originally posted by me on Sept. 6, 2009:

"Because you are a man,' she said. "Like other men, insecure. When a woman throws herself at you, you are incapable of just accepting your good fortune. You don't think you are worthy of what you are being given, so the woman has to have some ulterior motive."
-from Black Ops by W.E.B. Griffin hb pg 222

Apparently my lack of original thoughts is an ongoing problem. That is all. 

Two Mission Tuesday

First: Pasquale Cordasco, 78, USA, West Covina/Glendora

The family of US military veteran Pasquale Cordasco has invited the Patriot Guard Riders to be present to honor this American Hero.  It will be our privilege to do so.

Pasquale or "Pat" was born in 1936; he served his country in the US Army from 1958 to 1960.  He entered Basic Training with Company C, 1st Armored Rifle Battalion, 50th Infantry at Fort Hood, TX where he also attended Advance Training at 3rd Corps Academy.  Oversees duty found him assigned to Combat Command C, 4th Armored Division, Crailsheim, Germany.   He was honorably discharged on September 1, 1960, at the rank of Specialist 5th Class.

Second: SGT Lee Henderson Manning,21,USA,MIA/POW,Korea, Los Angeles-

We have been invited by the family and the U.S. Army to be present for the arrival and services to honor SGT Lee Henderson Manning, U.S. Army, who was MIA in the Korean War and has been MIA all these years until he was recently identified.  We are very honored that the PGR will be in attendance.

SGT Lee Henderson Manning was declared MIA in the Korean War in May, 1951, he was 21 years old at the time.  He is one of hundreds of Heroes who have since been located and sent to Hawaii for identification through advanced technology in DNA testing.  By a miracle, this Hero will now come home to rest.

Sergeant Manning was a medic with the Medical Company, 9th Infantry Regiment, 2nd Infantry Division. He was taken Prisoner of War while tending his wounded comrades in North Korea on December 1, 1950 and died while a prisoner on May 31, 1951. His name is inscribed on the Courts of the Missing at the Honolulu Memorial.\r\nSergeant Manning was awarded the Combat Medical Badge, the Prisoner of War Medal, the Korean Service Medal, the United Nations Service Medal, the National Defense Service Medal, the Korean Presidential Unit Citation and the Republic of Korea War Service Medal.

On Autumn, la troisième partie

Ah...Autumn...Fall...my least favorite time of the year. I've written about it before. You can go here to read those posts if you're so inclined. This season, which I so dislike, apparently makes me want to write more than just about anything else.

Wikipedia says this:

Autumn in poetry has often been associated with melancholy. The possibilities of summer are gone, and the chill of winter is on the horizon. Skies turn grey, and many people turn inward, both physically and mentally. (link)

Apparently then, I am not the only one.

The same article led me to the poem "Chanson d'automne"
("Autumn Song")

Les sanglots longs       The long sobs
Des violons                    Of the violins
De l’automne                 Of Autumn
Blessent mon cœur      Wound my heart
D’une langueur             With a monotonous
Monotone.                      Languor.

Tout suffocant              All choked
Et blême, quand           And pale, when
Sonne l'heure,              The hour chimes,
Je me souviens             I remember
Des jours anciens        Days of old
Et je pleure                    And I cry

Et je m'en vais               And I'm going
Au vent mauvais          On an ill wind
Qui m'emporte             That carries me
Deçà, delà,                    Here and there,
Pareil à la                      As if a
Feuille morte.               Dead leaf.

The poem has some interesting history behind it that you can read at the link above. It also inspired the French in the title.

This year, I believe I started to feel the melancholy even earlier. I'm not sure what day it was, but one day it just hit me that the shadows were longer and it set in. It didn't get colder, or more overcast....just that the shadows were longer as the sun crossed lower in the Southern sky. That's how we tell the onset of Autumn here at the 33rd parallel north. The leaves don't change, and it doesn't necessarily get colder, or wetter, or darker (at least right away)...but the shadows get longer. At least that's what always hits me first.

I've written previously about how the season makes me feel, so I won't write it again. This year the feelings started, then subsided a bit as I was busy with preparations for my 35 year high school reunion. That kept my mind occupied for a time. Then, all too soon, the preparations and the event were over. And it came back in full force and effect, if not multiplied. Not only was I dealing with the dreaded season that makes me feel older, but I had the reunion to help it along. Don't get me wrong...it was wonderful seeing everyone...catching up, chatting, rekindling old friendships...but now it was over and I was older. I honestly could barely get out of bed the next day...and I did nothing that day except sit in front of the television and watch mindless drivel. Ok, well, the truth is I was a bit hungover, but that was only a small part of it.

The next day, Monday, needing to get the hell out of the house, I got back on my (steel) horse and rode. I went with my brothers at the Patriot Guard Riders to pay respects to two veterans. Photos here and here. I warned the Ride Captain, a good friend named Joker, that I was about a half bubble off center and to keep on eye on me. He joked that if I was only half a bubble off, then I was better than he was and that I should watch out for him. The day made me feel both better, and worse. Nothing like attending two interments when you're already a bit down. But it was a good thing. It needed to be done, and I was better for having done it.

But when I got home, it set in again. Then a call from a high school friend that I had reconnected with at the reunion raised my spirits immensely, and I've been getting gradually better ever since. Tuesday I went in to work a day, which was perfect, then I rode for another veteran on Thursday and was honored to be asked to be a pall bearer and carry this hero on his final journey (photos)

Last night it started raining, for the first time in forever, and while I do like the rain, and the sound of it on the windows, the promise of life, I feared it making matters worse again. See, in my other posts, I've mentioned how I'm still single, and don't really want to be...well, that intensifies sometimes when it's raining at night. I don't need to explain further. Feel free to use your imagination. But it did not make matters worse. I enjoyed going to sleep to the sound. This morning, I woke up earlier than I wanted to, but shortly after that I was greeted with this:

 I didn't even notice the secondary rainbow
(about half way between the main rainbow and the upper right corner) until I opened the image to process it. 

...a reminder that there is always sunshine after the storm, that the long night does turn to day, and that God has made us promises that are ours to claim. The next thing, unexpected, is that my daughter and I got to spend some time with a special someone...

Again, reminding me that life goes on, good shit happens, and there is much to live for. I still wish there was someone here to throw on a jacket, sit on the back of my bike, wrap her arms around me, and go for a ride...but as a very dear friend told me: "If your dreams don't scare you, they're not big enough".  Thanks for reading. I welcome your comments.