While cleaning up my stupid files from my personal computer, I found a Word document Modified on Monday, March 26, 2001, 10:03:16 PM:
Greetings!
I want my LIFESAVING’S returned to me soon…
I need my money back to pay my bills…
I need assistance to get a new job…
I want to work with diligent and cooperative people…
My heart is broken again and need love…
I want a boyfriend…
I want to move out of my parents’ house…
I want to live in my own house…
My health needs improvement…
I want to reduce stress, anxiety and depression…
I want to remove my aches and pains…
I need to control my weight and bad eating habits…
I need negative people out of my life…
I need to assert myself…
I need more humor and laughter in my life…
I need to be more creative…
IN FLANDERS FIELD
(by Lt. Col. John McCrae, M.D. (1872-1918), Canadian Army
In Flanders fields the poopies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead.
Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders field
Note: BUDDY POPPY – Veterans of Foreign Wars, Sunnyvale Post 2421 – Honor the Dead by Helping the Living!
Inspired by Col. John McCrae’s “In Flanders Field”, a poem about those who fought and died in France during World War I, the poppy is distributed by veterans organizations around the world as a memorial flower. Since 1922, the artificial Buddy Poppy has been dispensed by the VFW as a means of raising funds to help needy and disabled veterans, members of the armed forces and their dependents, widows and orphans of deceased veterans, to support the VFW National Home, to perpetuate the memory and history of our dead. VFW Post 2421 meets on the first Thursday monthly at 7pm, 408-246-2288, poka513@comcast.net
Ceremonies on May 25:
11am at Oak Hill Memorial Park, 300 Curtner Ave, San Jose.
11am at Golden Gate National Cemetery, 1300 Sneath Lane (along Freeway 280), San Bruno.
1pm at Oak Hill Field of Honor, 300 Curtner Ave, San Jose.
3:30pm at Central Park (near Veterans Memorial), 969 Kiely Blvd, Santa Clara.
Vet Services Office: 68 N Winchester, Santa Clara, CA 95050, 408-553-6000
Vet Center: 278 N 2nd, San Jose, CA 95112, 408-993-0729
Blog: We received our ‘Buddy Poppy’ at 1130am at the base of the ramp of the DeCA in Moffett Field after shopping for grocery. At 1133am, we exited the Moffett Field Main Gate. I stuck out my tongue at the camera located at the left central guard’s box – my bad!
Saw his pic, a cutey pie! My pudding pie! Freckles awash, his blue-speckled eyes. May I call you, ‘Buddy’? My pumpkin pie! Life’s so dandy, Randy. It’s no lie!!
Hate you Pete. Hate you all. Taken everything, made me fall. Saudi tool & Muslim fools. Cowtow bankers & political stools. Laugh out loud, curse to you. Die,eh.
Long, purple whale-like clouds. Soft, pink cotton-puff shrouds. Golden rays of sunshine set. Crispy air of freezing net. Awoke to mid-pm nap. Happy,joyful brat!
She’s too small to break his fall. How dare you try to roll the ball, away from hope & fear? Stop the scams’ tear unless ur dead in ur track & better call back.
Frying eggs w/ joy. Sunny yellow and whitest clouds. Hot oil sizzles and bites back, sinking but a drop of venom unto my flesh. I yelp & hear its oily laughter.
