I received this and thought as the father of two daughters it was appropriate enough to post. 
To all those who are parents they will understand. 12/12/08

So much has transpired

So much to reflect

She's lost her childhood

Though it's not done yet

I try to give

All a father can

She's growing so fast

I can only hope

When she changes, it'll last

This Christmas

Like every Christmas

Since she was born

I will pray and wish

Her dreams untorn

If I can help her

I will with my heart

She is my daughter

I'm her family

A part

That never dies


Subject: Letter from Australia

From an Australian whose son is in Iraq

Gentlemen,
I am an Australian and my son is an Australian - as far as we are concerned
there is not place on God's earth better than Australia, and there are no
people better than Australians.
That was until the past week or so.
My son is in the Australian Army and he is currently on deployment in Iraq. I
can not go into his duties in great depth, but shall we say that he and his
fellow army buddies are on a glorified guard duty looking after the Australian
Embassy. They don't go out looking for "action", though it is a
different story in Afghanistan, there the Aussie troops chase the baddies over
the hills and into the valleys..
My son and I just ended a long phone conversation and here are some of his
comments, believe me this is what he said. We have all seen the bullshit
emails written by some clown in his lounge room pretending to be at the coal
face, but this is what was said.:
"Before I came over here I thought we (the Australian Army) were pretty
shit hot..... was I ever wrong!....The Yanks (I hope you don't mind me using
that word) are so professional from the top to the bottom that it is almost
embarrassing to be in their company, and to call yourself a soldier....don't
get me wrong, we are good at what we do but the Yanks are so much
better.....they are complete at what they do, how they do it and their attitude
is awesome....they don't complain they just get on with the job and they do it
right.....I carry a Minimi (SAW) so I am not real worried about a confrontation
but I tell you I feel safer just knowing that the US Army is close by....If we
got into trouble I know that our boys would come running and we could deal with
it but they would probably be passed by a load of Hummers."
"No questions asked, no glory sought, the Americans would just fight with us
and for us because that is their nature, to protect those in need of
protection.....We use the American Mess so you could say that we are fed by the
Americans.....they have every right to be pissed at that but they don't bitch
about that they just make us feel as welcome as possible....what gets to me is
that the Yanks don't walk around with a 'we are better than you
attitude,' and they could because they are, they treat us as equals and as
brothers in arms. If nothing else, coming here has taught me that the Americans
are a truly great Nation and a truly great bunch of people....."
"Let's face it they don't HAVE to be here, they could stay in America and beat
the shit out of anyone who threatened them, BUT THEY ARE HERE because they
believe they should be here, and the Iraqis would be screwed if they weren't
here.....When I come home, you and I we are going to the US, we will buy some
bikes and we are going riding..."

The reason why I am sharing this with you is because I realize that you (as a
nation) must get pretty pissed with all the criticism you receive by the
so-called "know it alls" who are sitting at home - safe. The reality
is that they are safe, just as I am, because of America. If the world went arse
up tomorrow there is little all we (Australia) could do about it, but I know
that the Americans would be there putting themselves on the line for others.
That to me is the sign of greatness.
The most precious thing in my life is my son, I look at him and I thank God
that I am fortunate enough to be able to spend time in his company. We laugh,
we discuss, we argue, we dummy spit, we have the same blood. I am not happy
that he is where he is but that is his duty. He joined the Army to protect and
to defend, not to play games. I mightn't like it but I accept it. My reasons
for not liking it are selfish and self centered. I felt assured that he would
be safe because he is in a well trained army with an excellent record, BUT NOW,
I feel a whole lot better knowing that he is with your sons, daughters,
brothers and sisters.
Whilst he was growing up, I was always there to look after him, I would
not let harm befall him and I would always put myself before him to protect
him. I can't do that now. When it comes to looking after him now he and his mates
will do the job, but also THANK GOD FOR AMERICA.
Gentlemen, I have rambled on for too long. but as I finish I say to you, as a
foreigner and outsider, a nation is only a collection of its people and its
attitude is the attitude of its people, collectively and as individuals. I am
really glad you are here on this Earth and I respect you as a nation and as
people.
Stand up and feel proud because you deserve it, there is no one else who will
do what America does without question. The next time someone howls you down,
take some comfort in the fact that America is defending their right to act like
an idiot.
Finally, thank you for looking after my son.
Peter Turner


For all who Know Motorcycle Riders
I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.
But you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.
I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.
But you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall.
I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.
I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by.
But you didn't see me driving behind you when you flicked your
cigarette butt out the car window.
I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But you didn't see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.
I saw you stare at my long hair.
But you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.
I saw you roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.
But you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those
that had none.
I saw you look in fright at my tattoos.
But you didn't see me cry as my children were born and have their name written over
and in my heart.
I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But you didn't see me going home to be with my family.
I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.
I saw you yelling at your kids in the car.
But you didn't see me pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.
I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.
But you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.
I saw you race down the road in the rain.
But you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.
I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But you didn't see me trying to turn right
I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.
But you didn't see me leave the road.
I saw you waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But you didn't see me. I wasn't there.
I saw you go home to your family.
But you didn't see me.
Because, I died that day you cut me off.
I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family.
But you didn't see me.
Thanks to Rachel for sending this In!

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man."

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.
Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author)
©Copyright 1998-2007

Another Fallen Hero ~
Every night, my spouse and I watch the evening news. We stop what we are doing and watch in silence, as the names and faces of the fallen US soldiers are listed.
Many soldiers are so young like your sons and daughters.
Many are from cities we recognize.
When a soldier is from our hometown it brings home the reality of the war even more.
Even though we have no children in the military, I wanted to tell you and your family our deepest thoughts are with you.
My heart breaks as I sign another guestbook of such a courageous soldier who gave his life so selflessly. May he rest in peace knowing that he is loved and remembered by those who knew him.  May you child rest in peace.
Bless this child and family who gave all and made the ultimate sacrifice.  May God grant you peace, strength and comfort in such a difficult time. My prayers are with your family. May his family and friends cherish the good times and memories of a fine young person who gave the ultimate sacrifice for this country.
 
   
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