Sleep well America, our Sailors have your back !

I decided on my 2 week trip to visit my sailor in Virginia I would also go to DC and to Arlington and pay my respects to our section 60 children.
section 60 is about a 20 minute walk from where you can park and I had over 600 polished stones with me to lay on headstones. (just a little something to say I remember you, I love you and I will never forget what you gave up for me.)
I went into the locator room and asked how to find section 60. The woman behind the counter asked me if I knew or had s… Continue

I just found this website (thanks Shell) And decided I am going to do this.
I think we N4M could make a big difference in some sailors lives if all of us would just write one letter (you can do more if you want) Geez we did this in Boot camp we can do this again.
Just one letter, postcard or package a month. Lets try to see is we can do this, and if it works out we can pick a new name each month.
I will try to set this up if you all want. But before I start this I need to know who would be in ?… Continue

Today the Rose festival fleet is heading into town
these are the ships coming

USS Lake Champlain (CG 57)
USS Preble (DDG 88)
USS Kidd (DDG 100)
USS Gary (FFG 51)

If your son or daughter is on any of these ship's and needs anything I will be down there Saturday and Sunday
Anything I can do for them or anything they need. ( dinner, hugs, directions ? ) I will be willing to help anyway I can.
Just let me know either here or pm me :)

I went today to our airport to welcome home a 19 year old female Sailor coming from Guam.
There were about 20 of us in a flag line, people clapping and cheering.....her mom crying.
I had tears flowing down my face while I held the flag.
I was amazing !
The motorcade to the airport was a sight to see motorcycles with big flags on them flying in the wind, followed by cars with flags.
The sailor was in shock..........we all got big hugs from her.
I was so proud to be part of this.
God Bless America… Continue

Many a poet have written sailor tales
About South Sea Isles and furious gales
So, I'll not waste your time with a tale of this type
Rather, I'll write of the sweaty, greasy snipe.

He works in his hole when the temperature is right
When the thermometer reads one twenty Fahrenheit.
There's no salt water in his blood,
Just stinking fuel oil and slimey bilge crud.

He goes to sea with visions of bright sun, and wind swept spray
But there are no hours of this in his working day.
Four hours on and ei… Continue