Friday, May 30, 2008
I am a Soldier
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Father's Day
her favourite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
a man who wasn't there.
'Where's her daddy at?'
She heard a boy call out.
'She probably doesn't have one,'
another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day.'
The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.
'My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.
'Cause my daddy's al ways with me,
even though we are apart I know because he told me,
he'll forever be in my heart' With that,
her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.
'I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far.
You see he is a Canadian soldier
And died just this past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy and taught Canadians to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away.' A
nd then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement,
she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.
'I know you're with me Daddy,'
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.
- unknown -
Monday, May 26, 2008
Breakfast In Kandahar
(to the tune of breakfast at tiffanys - Matchbox20)
All I want is some damn hot food
And I said, what about, some extra potatoes?
and she said f**k off, there arent any left!
So I said f**k you, I havnt eaten in 3 days!
And she said f**k off, next in line!
I see, Dont get me wrong I like KAF
with its high walls and great kitchen staff
Well,I guess I was wrong
So what the hell? Ive been in a FOB for a weekand its just warm food that I seek
Just give me some f**king turnip bitch!
And I said, what about, a little gravy?
and she said f**k off, there isnt any left!
So I said f**k you, I havnt eaten in 3 days!
And she said f**k off, next in line!
You'll say, I'd love some food that aint plastic
No mustard sauce or ham steak
And we're falling apart,
You'll say the cafeteria has come between us,
Our stavation is heinous!
Still I know you just don't care.
And I said, what about, some more potatoes ?
and she said f**k off, there isnt any left!
So I said f**k you, I havnt eaten in 3 days!!!
And she said f**k off, next in line!
And I said, what about, a little gravy ?
and she said f**k off, there isnt any left!
So I said f**k you, I can see it right there!!
And she said f**k off, next in line!
And I said, what about, a little more macaroni ?
and she said f**k off, there isnt any left!
So I said f**k you, I havnt eaten in 3 days!!!
Just give me some f**king turnip bitch!
Friday, May 09, 2008
Cpl. Michael Starker: Update & Guest Book
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Afghan mission is changing, new Canadian commander says
Brig.-Gen. Dennis Thompson is replacing current commander Brig.-Gen. Guy Laroche. The official handover will take place soon, although a date hasn't been specified.
Thompson said evolving conditions in the war-torn region mean there will be a greater emphasis on the civilian side of development and reconstruction.
Still, he said, there will still be a military aspect and he doesn't expect the army will be adopting a defensive posture just because the focus is shifting.
"I think there will be a change in emphasis, but I'm not prepared to say how much that will be [because] there are other players here," Thompson said, referring to the Taliban.
Canada's Conservative government is in the process of refocusing the mission and setting down objectives to be achieved before Canada's military mission ends in 2011.
Thompson will be laying the groundwork for refocusing the mission, and for a civilian administration at the provincial reconstruction base, which Canada operates in the city of Kandahar.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
A FALLEN COMRADE
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Your Family Might Be TOO Army IF:
Before you hit the road on vacation you conduct rehearsals, backbriefs, and cover your convoy checklist.
Your kids call the yard their AOR (AREA OF RESPOSIBILITY)
You require your mechanic to replace the sandbags in your floorboard as a part of a tune-up
Your station wagon is equipped with blackout lights
Your kids use the “f” word at least five times in every sentence
Your doorbell sounds off with the current challenge and password
Your house has range cards posted by every window
You make your daughter fill out a leave pass on Prom Night
Your kindergartner call recess “Smoke Break”
Your wife conducts an AAR (AFTER ACTION REVIEW) after sex
Your kids salute their grandparents
Your kids recite their ABCs phonetically
All your possessions are military issue
Your daughter’s first hair cut was a flattop
Your kids pull fire piquet
Your older kids call the youngest one “FNG” (F**KING NEW GUY)
Medals Finally Home!
For nearly 80 years, that sombre ceremony was one of the only tributes to Frank Forsdike, a corporal from the 4th Canadian Mounted Rifles killed in June 1916 at the Battle of Mount Sorrel in Belgium.
But next Saturday, thanks to the timely connection of long-lost cousins from opposite sides of the Atlantic, a public ceremony will be held in Berwick to present the unclaimed service medals of Cpl. Forsdike to Florence Layton, his recently found 94-year-old daughter.
"This means so much to Mom," Bert Layton, Florence’s son, said from his Berwick home. "She says it’s been a real blessing that she can celebrate him in such a public way."
Florence was only two years old when her father was killed in action and her mother remarried shortly after the war.
She only found out when she was 18 that the man who raised her was not her biological father.
A typographical error in the name Forsdike on Florence’s birth certificate made tracking family history tough — something she and her three children tried unsuccessfully over the years.
Three days later, he sent an e-mail to the website manager with the subject line: distant cousin.
When Ian Forsdike, sitting at his computer in Bedford, England, received the e-mail, he almost fell out of his chair.
"When I started reading, I became quite emotional," Mr. Forsdike said. "It was the end of 12 years of searching."
Mr. Forsdike created the website three years ago to learn more about his great-grandfather’s brother, whose military service had intrigued him ever since he read his ancestor’s name engraved on the Menin Gate Memorial.
"It was a personal loss in that moment," said Mr. Forsdike. "I have no explanation as to why that happened."
In his search, he found other Forsdikes in Canada and England, but he was most interested in Frank’s family.
Until that auspicious day last November, his search had proved fruitless. And when Mr. Forsdike discovered Florence was still alive, he said he couldn’t believe it. He travelled to Nova Scotia to meet his new-found family over the holidays and they applied to collect Frank’s medals from Veterans Affairs.
"Medals should not sit in a vault and not see the light of day," he said.
On May 10, almost 92 years after Frank Forsdike was killed on the front lines of Belgium, sunlight will shine on his medals.
The Royal Canadian Legion in Berwick will hold a formal ceremony, where Cpl. Forsdike’s medals will be officially presented to his daughter.
Ian Forsdike, who is speaking at the event, said the most important thing is that Florence gets to honour her father.
"It is so important that Frank’s sacrifice be remembered," said Mr. Forsdike. "And this can bring closure for Florence, who never knew her father."
by Mark Iype