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Whitedove Radio's Salute To The Troops Tribute to our Men and Women in Uniform around the world!

Showing allegiance to this country and our flag should never be compromised with the feelings and politics of an individual. This is where we live. This is a son, a husband, a brother, a cousin, an uncle and friend to us all. He is an American. Remember that when you vote that any candidate that refuses to place a hand on the heart and not respect that flag has no business running any country where the loyalty is in question for the ground in which they stand. I ask the question? You go to bed knowing our flag hangs high over the land and when you wake to news that our beloved Stars and Stripes have been removed and a new flag is in place will you complain then? We need to be in prayer and stay in prayer for our country and the land that has been fought for by men and women since our birth as a nation. I am so impressed with these young people and seeing true patriotism for a young man coming home to be buried on his home soil. Never take freedom for granted. Call it blessed as long as we have it! For this young soldier and all the others we have brought home and for the literal thousands who fought for freedom I Salute You and Our Flag! Please don't tell me I don't know what I am talking about. I buried my fiancé a year out of high school brought home from Viet Nam.

 

 

This is INCREDIBLE ! From what I can see of the uniforms, this is WWI era.


There is no date on the picture. Amazing Photo. A gift from our grandfathers...



 
 

One Picture is worth a thousand words! God bless our men and women!

 


 

This undated photo released by the U.S. Navy shows Navy Seal Lt. Michael P. Murphy, the recipient of the Medal of Honor. (AP Photo/U.S. Navy) Thank you CBS News!

 

Navy Lt. Michael Murphy, while shot and wounded in Afghanistan, managed to crawl onto a ridgeline and radio headquarters at the nearby air base for them to send in reinforcements. He later died of his wounds. He was awarded the Medal of Honor on Oct. 22. 2007.

A Navy spokeswoman confirmed Oct. 11 the decision by President Bush approving the posthumous award of the Medal of Honor, the first for the Navy for the wars in Iraq or Afghanistan.

Murphy, 29, was leading a four-man reconnaissance and surveillance team during Operation Red Wing in Afghanistan’s rugged Hindu Kush mountains June 28, 2005, when the team was spotted by Taliban fighters. During the intense battle that followed, Murphy and two of his men — Gunner’s Mate 2nd Class (SEAL) Danny Dietz and Sonar Technician (Surface) 2nd Class (SEAL) Matthew Axelson — were killed. A fourth man, then-Hospital Corpsman 2nd Class (SEAL) Marcus Luttrell, was seriously wounded and knocked unconscious, but managed to escape. Luttrell was rescued days later.

Murphy was killed while phoning in for reinforcements. The tragedy continued when enemy fighters shot down one of the transport helicopters carrying the rescue force, killing eight more SEALs and eight Special Forces operators. The 11 SEALs killed marked the largest single-day loss of life for the tight-knit community.

Bush presented the Medal of Honor to Murphy’s parents, Daniel and Maureen, and his brother, John, on Oct. 22 at a 2:30 p.m. ceremony in the White House.

When he deployed overseas, Murphy carried a patch from New York Fire Department’s Engine Company 53 and Ladder Company 43, in Manhattan’s El Barrio neighborhood, “as a symbol of why he was there and what he was doing,” Daniel Murphy said.

“Michael felt that he was doing something important ... to root out, capture and kill those who were responsible for 9/11,” he added. “Michael understood the importance of his work.”

In mourning their son, the Murphy family has also celebrated his life. “What a man he grew up to be,” said Maureen Murphy, who called him “an American hero.”

To the Murphy family, the announcement of the Medal of Honor isn’t just a personal recognition. “It’s more than just about Michael,” his father said. “It’s about Michael and his team. Michael, first and foremost, was a team player.”

“Eleven SEALs who fought, died and sacrificed for one another,” he added. “There’s no higher calling.”

Whitedove Radio gives thanks to our men and women in uniform and bows our head with thanks and prayers for each of them! To read more about these gallant young men go to Navy Times.

 

 

 

 

I lost a precious husband to the war of cancer and even though my little girl is not young in age she still is a little girl when it comes to her daddy.
Here is a poem of little girl to always keep in mind. When you judge a situation remember things are in God's design! He is with us always in all our sorrow.
Earthly, we may not know the answers to the sorrow we endure and why things happen we just don't understood.
We lay them all at Jesus feet because we can't carry them alone.
There are little boys and little girls, regardless of their age, missing mommy and daddy, husbands and wives, brothers and sisters and their children.
Jesus knows the sorrow and is able to carry you through. 

Daddy's Poem
 
                        Her hair was up in a pony tail,
                        her favorite 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 always 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 soldier
                            and died just this past year
                            When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
                           and taught Americans to fear.
                           But sometimes when I close my eyes,
                           it's like he never went away."
                           And 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 pink 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.
 
                            They say it takes a minute to find a special
                            person, an hour to appreciate them,
                           a day to love them, but then an
                                              entire life to forget them.

I don't know who the author is but it touched my heart.

JOHN MCCAIN'S REMARKS ABOUT THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE!!!

In light of the recent appeals court ruling in California, with respect to the Pledge of Allegiance, the following recollection from Senator John McCain is very appropriate:


"The Pledge of Allegiance" - by Senator John McCain
As you may know, I spent five and one half years as a prisoner of war during the Vietnam War. In the early years of our imprisonment, the NVA kept us in solitary confinement or two or three to a cell. In 1971 the NVA moved us from these conditions of isolation into large rooms with as many as 30 to 40 men to a room.
This was, as you can imagine, a wonderful change and was a direct result of the efforts of millions of Americans on behalf of a few hundred POWs 10,000 miles from home.
One of the men who moved into my room was a young man named Mike Christian.
 Mike came from a small town near Selma , Alabama . He didn't wear a pair of shoes until he was 13 years old. At 17, he enlisted in the US Navy. He later earned a commission by going to Officer Training School Then he became a Naval Flig ht Officer and was shot down and captured in 1967. Mike had a keen and deep appreciation of the opportunities this country and our military provide for people who want to work and want to succeed.
As part of the change in treatment, the Vietnamese allowed some prisoners to rece ive packages from home. In some of these packages were handkerchiefs, scarves and other items of clothing.
Mike got himself a bamboo needle. Over a period of a couple of months, he created an American flag and sewed on the inside of his shirt.
Every afternoon, before we had a bowl of soup, we would hang Mike's shirt on the wall of the cell and say the Pledge of Allegiance.
I know the Pledge of Allegiance may not seem the most important part of our day now, but I can assure you that in that stark cell it was indeed the most important and meaningful event.
One day the Vietnames e searched our cell, as they did periodically, and discovered Mike's shirt with the flag sewn inside, and removed it.
 That evening they returned, opened the door of the cell, and for the benefit of all of us, beat Mike Christian severely for the next couple of hours. Then, they opened the door of the cell and threw him in. We cleaned him up as well as we could.
 The cell in which we lived had a concrete slab in the middle on which we slept. Four naked light bulbs hung in each corner of the room.
 As I said, we tried to clean up Mike as well as we could. After the excitement died down, I looked in the corner of the room, and sitting there beneath that dim light bulb with a piece of red cloth, another shirt and his bamboo needle, was my friend, Mike Christian. He was sit ting there with his eyes almost shut from the beating he had received, making another American flag. He was not making the flag because it made Mike Christian feel better. He was making that flag because he knew how important it was to us to be able to Pledge our allegiance to our flag and country.
So the next time you say the Pledge of Allegiance, you must never forget the sacrifice and courage that thousands of Americans have made to build our nation and promote freedom around the world.
 You must remember our duty, our honor, and our country
"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."

MONSTERS AND THE WEAK - This was written by a Marine.

Monsters and the Weak by Michael Marks

The sun beat like a hammer, not a cloud was in the sky.
The mid-day air ran thick with dust, my throat was parched and dry.

With microphone clutched tight in hand and cameraman in tow, I ducked beneath a fallen roof, surprised to hear "stay low."

My eyes blinked several times before in shadow I could see, the figure stretched across the rubble, steps away from me.

He wore a cloak of burlap strips, all shades of grey and brown, that hung in tatters till he seemed to melt into the ground.

He never turned his head or took his eye from off the scope, but pointed through the broken wall and down the rocky slope.

"About eight hundred yards," he said, his whispered words concise, "beneath the baggy jacket, he is wearing a device."

A chill ran up my spine despite the swelter of the heat, "You think he's gonna set it off along the crowded street?"

The sniper gave a weary sigh and said "I wouldn't doubt it, unless there's something this old gun and I can do about it."

A thunderclap, a tongue of flame, the still abruptly shattered, while citizens that walked the street were just as quickly scattered.

Till only one remained, a body crumpled on the ground, the threat to oh so many ended by a single round.

And yet the sniper had no cheer, no hint of any gloat, instead he pulled a logbook out and quietly he wrote.

"Hey, I could put you on TV, that shot was quite a story!" But he surprised me once again -- "I got no wish for glory."

"Are you for real?" I asked in awe, "You don't want fame or credit?" He looked at me with saddened eyes and said "you just don't get it."

"You see that shot-up length of wall, the one without a door? Before a mortar hit, it used to be a store."

"But don't go thinking that to bomb a store is all that cruel, the rubble just across the street -- it used to be a school.

The little kids played soccer in the field out by the road..." his head hung low..."They never thought a car would simply just explode."

"As bad as all this is though, it could be a whole lot worse," He swallowed hard, the words came from his mouth
just like a curse.

"Today the fight's on foreign land, on streets that aren't my own. I'm here today 'cause if I fail, the next fight's back at home."

"And I won't let my Safeway burn, my neighbors dead inside; don't wanna get a call from school that says my daughter died."

"I pray that not a one of them will know the things I see, nor have the work of terrorists etched in their memory."

"So you can keep your trophies and your fleeting bit of fame; I don't care if I make the news, or if they speak my name."

He glanced toward the camera and his brow began to knot, "If you're looking for a story, why not give this one a shot."

"Just tell the truth of what you see, without the slant or spin; that most of us are OK and we're coming home again. And why not tell our folks back home about the good we've done, how when they see Americans, the kids come at a run."

"You tell 'em what it means to folks here just to speak their mind, without the fear that tyranny is just a step behind."

"Describe the desert miles they walk, in their first chance to vote, or ask a soldier if he's proud, I'm sure you'll get a quote."

He turned and slid the rifle in a drag bag thickly padded, then looked again with eyes of steel as quietly he added;

"And maybe just remind the few, if ill of us they speak, that we are all that stands between the monsters and the weak."

Michael Marks
January 25, 2006

Don't tell God how big your storm is.
Tell the storm how big your God is.
 

Dear Mom:

It's really your decision to march if you want to or not. You are the one who has to decide if what we are doing out here is right or not. My opinion is not yours. I do, however, have things I would like for you and Grandma and everyone else at home to know. I am a United States soldier. I was sworn to defend my country against all enemies, foreign and domestic. People may
not agree with the things we are ordered to do. I would like to address those people by telling them that terrorism is not only a threat to us as Americans, but to many other innocent people in the world.
What type of country would we be if we didn't defend the rights and freedoms of others, not because they're Americans, but how about just because they're human?
We live in a country where people feel secure with their daily lives. They do business like usual and don't worry about the thought of terrorism actually happening to them.
The people of 9-11 thought the same thing. We now know that it can happen to anyone at any time. Yet as Americans we're afraid of losing our soldiers to defend our security. I can only speak for myself when I say that my life is an easy expense to ensure that my family and friends can live in peace.
I strongly believe in what we are doing and wish you were here to see for yourselves the honor and privilege that American soldiers aboard this ship are feeling, knowing that we are going to be a part of something so strong and so meaningful to the safety of our loved ones. Then you would know what this potential war is about.
We will stand tall in front of terrorism and defeat it. We as soldiers are not afraid of what may happen. We are only afraid of Americans not being able to understand why we are here. I ask for your courage as Americans to be strong for us; I ask for your understanding in what we believe is right. I ask for your support in what we are sworn to do: defend our country and
the life of all.

We will succeed in our task and will end the threat of terrorism in our back yard. We will also end the threat of terrorism in our neighbors'.
We have to remind ourselves of what this country stands for: life, liberty, and justice for all. In order to maintain those rights we have to stop the threat of terrorism. I am proud to be here. I will be coming home, but not until I know that it's going to be safe for all Americans and for everyone I love. My family is first. My country is where they live. I will defend it.

Lonnie J. Lewis
Navy corpsman

P.S. Mom, please send this to everyone who has a hard time understanding why we are here. Ask the paper to put what I've said in a column so that others will know why we are here and what we are here for. I love you all and will be home soon. I left my address so that if anyone feels like writing to let me know how they feel, they can.
Note: The newspapers have not printed this story and what would you like to bet they never will.

A Simple Thanks!

Last week, while traveling to Chicago on business, I noticed a Marine sergeant traveling with a folded flag, but did not put two and two together. After we'd boarded our flight, I turned to the sergeant, who'd been invited to sit in First Class (and was seated across from me), and inquired if he was heading home.
 
No, he responded.
 
Heading out?? I asked.
 
No. I'm escorting a soldier home.?
 
Going to pick him up??
 
No. He is with me right now. He was killed in Iraq. I'm taking him home to his family.?
 
The realization of what he had been asked to do hit me like a punch to the gut. It was an honor for him. He told me that, although he didn't know the soldier, he had delivered the news of his passing to the soldier's family and felt as if he did know them after so many conversations in so few days. I turned back to him, extended my hand, and said, Thank you. Thank you for doing what you do so my family and I can do what we do.
 
Upon landing in Chicago the pilot stopped short of the gate and made the following announcement over the intercom.
 
Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to note that we have had the honor of having Sergeant Steeley of the United States Marine Corps join us on this flight. He is escorting a fallen comrade back home to his family. I ask that you please remain in your seats when we open the forward door [so as to] allow Sergeant Steeley to deplane and receive his fellow soldier. We will then turn off the seat belt sign.
 
Without a sound, all went as requested. I noticed the sergeant saluting the casket as it was brought off the plane, and his action made me realize that I am proud to be an American. So here's a public thank-you to our military for doing what you do so we can live the way we do.
 
Stuart Margel, Washington, D.C.
 
These are separate, but related pictures..................................................Pictures are authentic. 
 
Here are two pictures that were awarded first and second place at the picture of the year international  this year.  Very very touching photos.
 
First Place
 
 
First Place Todd Heisler The Rocky Mountain News. When 2nd Lt. James Cathey's body arrived at the Reno Airport, Marines climbed into the cargo hold of the plane and draped the flag over his casket as passengers watched the family gather on the tarmac. During the arrival of another Marine's casket last year at Denver International Airport, Major Steve Beck described the scene as one of the most powerful in the process: "See the people in the windows? They'll sit right there in the plane, watching those Marines. You gotta wonder what's going through their minds, knowing that they're on the plane that brought him home," he said. "They're going to remember being on that plane for the rest of their lives. They're going to remember bringing that Marine home. And they should."
 
Second Place
 
 
Second Place Todd Heisler The Rocky Mountain News.  The night before the burial of her husband's body, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of 'Cat,' and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. "I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it," she said. "I think that's what he would have wanted." This has been authenticated and has absolutely confirmed. The photographer also received the Pulitzer Prize.

From Dr. Sam

Thank you so much Crystal

I have forwarded your note on to Julie – I am sure that she will be thrilled. (A note from Crystal...Julie's song is aired on Whitedove Radio.
"Life Of A  Soldiers Wife." You can also download her song from Dr. Sam's site and all proceeds go to assisting her with health needs.)

Of course, we would be most appreciative if you would also mention and air our tribute to the veterans of WWII called “Before You Go” at www.beforeyougo.us

The song has been downloaded more than 8 million times in the last 6 months and is entirely free for listening and viewing of it’s associated pictorial.

The response from the veteran community and their families from all over the world has been nothing short of unbelievable.

Dr. Sam’s goal is to deliver this message of thanks to every surviving veteran of WWII while we still have them (they are dying at a rate of 1200 to 1500 per day), to their families and their descendants.

 If you have not yet heard and seen “Before You Go”, please take a minute and visit www.beforeyougo.us

 Whitedove Radio has viewed it and because it is so very moving we want to share it with you! Please click this link and as you listen and watch we at Whitedove Radio say "Thank You!" and may the Lord bless all of our men and women in uniform stationed around the world.
Click "Before You Go"

I look at this picture in wonder and pride. What makes our country an incredible nation is we have the liberty to speak out. When I see on the news there are people even in a close area of one of our own fallen soldiers funerals, carrying signs that are vulgar and disgusting, my blood runs cold. Do they not realize that is exactly what these men are fighting for now and in the past is for us to put their pathetic selves in a position to have the ability to stand there even though I disagree harshly! But gosh, the people I could call and have representation that this offends me is already defending them. Try that in the face or neighborhood of those we are fighting against. You don't have your day in court, you are dead! You don't have an independent thought. You are dead! If you are not with them and disagree in any way, you are dead! Have Americans forgotten 1983 and the pictures we saw on the news? Do people really know that Sadam was poisoning drinking water and killing his own. Forget about the weapons of mass destruction everyone wants to harp on. The drinking water alone and killing because he could is enough for me. He is soon to hang for his crimes.

Somalia and our Soldiers beginning drug behind vehicles. This is not new stuff. Osma and Sadam have come at us for two centuries. The pictures of one lone young man trying to stand for freedom in front of a tank and was shot by his government is forever etched in my mind. The genocide that takes place around the world with ruthless dictators. The images, we have seen them. We can't get food to them because those with the power take it to gain more power and purposefully allow death because they can. It makes me cry!

 Stand with them and behind them and pray for them. We have been again attacked on our soil and may be again. God forbid! Pray for the peace in Israel, for the Christians being slaughtered and beaten in Lebanon and not by Israel. Instead of hitting the streets chanting and carrying signs against our own, we should be outraged against the the real enemy like they do us. Hate mongers!  No, we turn inward. Watch "Gone With The Wind" and see what our own can do to our own. We don't ask them to practice a particular religion. Our own country is turning asking our own to do that that very thing. The manager scene and Ten Commandments are called into question, even if one, only one, makes a claim that it offends them. But it would just fine that daughters can have an abortion without parental consent and condoms being passed out at the schools. That's perfectly okay? But it is necessary to get Jesus and the manager scene and the Ten Commandments out of the way.

I wonder if I contacted the attorney's at an organization that is always ready to jump on this and ask them to defend me because they offend me. I wonder if I asked them to defend me against my being offended by them if they would do it?  Hummm! Wonder how that would work?

Support our Military men and women regardless of your politics. What does caring about human life and one another got to do with your political thinking? Whether you believe in God or not just remember one thing. You are only one breath and one heart beat away from finding out! There are wars and rumors of war all over the world. We need to be on our knees before God. 

I am very proud and in prayer for all of them. They are our husbands, sons and daughters of our Nation! Our President, like him or not, is not hiding in the rocks and caves. Pray for him to be lead properly. Pray for peace but peace has always come with a price! 

The Price Of Freedom


 

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