Showing posts with label Historical Author. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Historical Author. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Rod Thompson - Author and Guest


Our guest today is Rod Thompson, author of The Black Hills.  He has a message he'd like to share with our military, and it's something we all should consider, so without further ado....


While trying to come up with a subject for this blog, I remembered a newsman’s so very infuriating statement that: “Another young male and female soldier gave their lives for America today," and then went to the weather.  That's it?  They gave up their lives, thank you very much, have a nice day?  That's all they get? 
And what does “Gave up their lives mean?”
Does that just mean yesterday they were alive and today they’re not?

No!..Hell no!...They did NOT just give up their life for us,
They gave us fifty or sixty years of living.
AMERICA’S GUARDIANS
By Rod Thompson, author of America’s New Five-Star-Rated Favorite Western Epic: “The Black Hills.”
They keep us safe, they keep us well protected:
America’s Guardian’s…Heroes all:
They share their strengths and ignore their fears,
and when it’s quiet, they hide their tears
while dreaming of home and all of their used-to-be lives.
And they do it so we all can go to mall and worry over shorts or long pants,
or Barbeque burgers, or walk in the park, and enjoy all the many things that they can’t.
But when they die they DO NOT just give up their life!!!
They give us their lives!!!

Now he’ll never get that go-fast car on the poster back at home,
or have his face slapped for going to fast in its back seat.
He’ll never see the tears in his mother’s eyes
when he hands her his college diploma,
or feel the  pride when  his dad says “way to go, son…way to go”
And she’ll never see the love in her bridegroom’s eyes
As she glides towards him down the isle: resplendent beauty in a fitted gown of white.
And she’ll never hear his ragged breathing, or laugh as his nervous fingers, helps her slip it off that very night.
They’ll not have the chance to buy their first fixer-upper,
with the scraping and painting their own wonderful mess,
or share the excitement and relief, the laughter and love,
when her doctor explains the why of her morning sickness
There’ll be no dirty diapers, or baby boy’s geyser-surprise,
or peacefully nursing her baby in the two a.m. rocking chair.
No sleep-late Sundays or pizza at the mall,
or pretend-anger when her husband’s kiss musses’ her hair
No silly fights over forgotten reasons
not knowing whose right or whose wrong
No midnight lovin’ or make-up kissin’
with two hearts making love strong
There’ll be no coaching soccer or softball games
or teaching his son how to bat
No hi-daddy kisses or I-love-you-mommy hugs
from an angel-girl sitting there on her lap
No music recitals, no watching parades
No teaching their children to drive
No watching Reba on the CMA
with Dolly sitting there by her side
No super-bowl parties with Nachos and beer
and bets that are usually lost
Or watching macho-studs and movie stars
in bikinis made from dental floss
No four-wheel drives and water ski boats
And trips to their favorite lake
No rum in Hawaii or cruise to Alaska,
or good bourbon to wash down a good steak
No camping or fishing or hiking the hills
Or watching the sun come up
No fireflies or robins or crawdads or guppies
or watching a high flying duck
No Thanksgiving Turkey, no Christmas day ham
with Grandparents and a house full of kids
with too many presents and too much spent-money
and laughter making them glad that they did
They miss out on their lives,
the heartbreaks and tears,
their children and all of their friends
They miss out on their families and happy good times,
And  their  families  miss  out  on  them!!!

They keep us safe, they keep us well protected:
America’s Guardian’s…Heroes all:
They share their strengths and ignore their fears,
and when it’s quiet, they hide their tears
while dreaming of home and all of their used-to-be lives.
And they do it so we all can go to the mall and worry over shorts or long pants,
or Barbeque burgers, or walk in the park, and enjoy all the many things that they can’t.
But when they die they DO NOT just give up their life!!!
They give us their lives!!!
To our military and their families:
Freedom isn’t free
It's you who pays the price
For that, America loves you,
We thank you so very much
and we pray that God brings you all safely home.
Please God?
Amen


To find out more about Rob and his book, please visit Amazon.



Thursday, June 21, 2012

Welcome Diane Scott Lewis


Since I've been camping all week, I welcome Diane's offer to share a bit of humor...although it might just be painfully true.  So, please welcome Diane Scott Lewis, a fabulous historical author and great friend...

If a real estate agent acted like a literary agent:
I’m in the middle of trying to sell my house in this down market, and after fourteen years of trying to place a book with an agent, I wondered what if real estate agents acted like literary agents. It might go something like below:
No, I can’t sell your house because I have too many houses just like it to sell already. Houses that look like yours are difficult to sell right now. You have too many people living in your house, and it’s on a street and built in an era I don’t like.  You have never had a house up for sale before, so I’m leery about working with you. Your house is too big and the property meanders all over the place. Buyers might get confused by the many levels and overall concept of your house. After viewing your house, I just didn’t love it enough to offer representation.
Real estate form letter:
Dear Seller: Thank you for submitting your house to our agency. Unfortunately, we will not be able to take on your property at this time. The market is competitive and your house does not look like something I could sell. Another realtor might feel different. Good luck with placing your property. Sincerely, Agent.

To learn more about Diane Scott Lewis’ writings, a free short story and information on her historical novels, please visit her website: http://www.dianescottlewis.org

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