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    Re-invention: A life long process. Lessons Learned of a Special Operator
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  • Today as we celebrate Christmas please remember those families whose loved ones serve in our Armed Forces. For many of these families, Christmas celebrations will not be complete. A familiar voice will not be heard and a chair at the table will remain empty because they have someone far from home. Those of us who are blessed to be with our families today let us remember in our prayers the homes that have an empty chair at the table for the brave men and women of our Armed Forces whose selfless service and sacrifice make our world a better and safer place. For those homes that have an empty chair that will forever remain vacant, may their sacrifice not have been in vain. May God Bless these families today and every day.
    Merry Christmas!
    Today as we celebrate Christmas please remember those families whose loved ones serve in our Armed Forces. For many of these families, Christmas celebrations will not be complete. A familiar voice will not be heard and a chair at the table will remain empty because they have someone far from home. Those of us who are blessed to be with our families today let us remember in our prayers the homes that have an empty chair at the table for the brave men and women of our Armed Forces whose selfless service and sacrifice make our world a better and safer place. For those homes that have an empty chair that will forever remain vacant, may their sacrifice not have been in vain. May God Bless these families today and every day. Merry Christmas!
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  • On 25 DEC 1863, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote the poem Christmas Bells as he was nursing his son LT Longfellow who had been severely injured during the Battle of New Hope Church in NOV 1863.

    Christmas Bells
    by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    I heard the bells on Christmas Day
    Their old, familiar carols play,
    And wild and sweet
    The words repeat

    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
    And thought how, as the day had come,
    The belfries of all Christendom
    Had rolled along
    The unbroken song
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

    Till, ringing, singing on its way,
    The world revolved from night to day,
    A voice, a chime,
    A chant sublime

    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
    When from each black, accursed mouth
    The cannon thundered in the South,
    And with the sound
    The carols drowned
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

    It was as if an earthquake rent
    The hearth-stones of a continent,
    And made forlorn
    The households born
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

    And in despair I bowed my head;
    "There is no peace on earth," I said:
    "For hate is strong,
    And mocks the song
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"

    Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
    "God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
    The Wrong shall fail,
    The Right prevail,
    With peace on earth, good-will to men!"
    On 25 DEC 1863, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote the poem Christmas Bells as he was nursing his son LT Longfellow who had been severely injured during the Battle of New Hope Church in NOV 1863. Christmas Bells by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Till, ringing, singing on its way, The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men! When from each black, accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound The carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men! It was as if an earthquake rent The hearth-stones of a continent, And made forlorn The households born Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said: "For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!" Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead; nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!"
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