Philippians 4:8, "Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things."

Tuesday, November 11, 2003

Check out these stories:

CPT Zan Hornbuckle

McCoy's Marines

Great narratives from this Spring's campaign in Iraq.

I had an indescribable Veteran's Day. It has become our family tradition to join the observance at the WWII Memorial in Ketring Park, Littleton, CO. It is awe-inspiring to be in the presence of living history and to stand in their company is moving beyond words. There were prayers, the National Anthem, and wonderful, establishment-oriented speeches. As one man was speaking we heard the distant roar of jet engines... for the enemy, something that brings groveling in fear and terror, but for us, pride and righteous exultation. F-16s from the 120th Fighter Squadron then thundered by, and we stood in awe. There's our freedom, flying high!

I think I must have seen a dozen CIBs today, and they represent a world's worth of willingness and perhaps as much as anything why we're free.

Courage and Faith.

Monday, November 10, 2003

And happy birthday, United States Marine Corps: 228 years of excellence. Thank God for the Corps!
Here are some links to the story of Miss Clara Breed, an extraordinary American heroine whose field of battle was kindness and compassion:

"Dear Miss Breed"

Smithsonian Institute Exhibit

One of the letters in the collection:

Dear Miss Breed,

Thank you most sincerely for sending the things I asked to be purchased as well as the candies, clips, and the cute little shoes. I am always in a pridicament (is that the correct spelling?) when it comes to thanking you. I just can't seem to express my deepest gratitude in words. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Miss Breed, I know the remaining money will not go even half way in paying for the candies, clips, etc. but please keep it. Now we are even. You owe me nothing and I owe you nothing. No debts--in money I mean. I certainly owe a debt of gratitude to you that is higher than the highest mountain in the word. I shall never forget it and maybe someday I will be able to repay you.

I gave Florence the little doll and she was overjoyed. Everytime I see her she says--I tried it last night and I could see the doll in the dark" She seems to be so thrilled. I am sure she is cherishing it with her life.

Yes, that nickname "Roastem, Toastem, Postem" certainly is true! I am being roasted and toasted by the ever-shining Poston sun. You may not believe this but in the mornings 6:30 A.M. no one wears a sweater or coat for it is warm.--In the evenings, 9:00 P.M., people are walking about without wraps.

Tuesday, May 11th, the first group of volunteers left for Salt Lake City to be inducted into the U.S. Army. I beg your pardon it was Monday--May 10th.

19 boys from Camp III; 5 boys from Camp II; 12 boys from Camp I.

A procession of trucks with one volunteer on each truck left Poston III and headed for Poston I. Camp II joined in the procession -- making 24 trucks full of people going one after another. It certainly was a sight to see.

In Camp I a talent show was held in honor of the boys. Also at this time administration officials spoke. Then at 8:45 P.M. all the volunteers hopped on the awaiting bus. Leaving a puff of smoke behind them they were off to fight for our country, U.S.A. It was
a sad but yet a happy parting. I felt so sorry for the mothers.

Well, graduation is slowly drawing near. We are going to wear cotton, sheer, dresses of pastel colors.

I shall be glad to send you a picture just as soon as it arrives.

Well, that's about all the news for today.

Miss Breed, I certainly wish you would come to Poston but I suggest you come a little later when it is not so hot.

Hope to hear from you again soon and please give my best to Miss McNary.

Most respectfully,
Louise Ogawa