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Stardusk – The Revolution

[image error]In 1776, when the future of the American colonies looked promising, there was a plot to assassinate General George Washington that would have changed the course of American history. When their husbands, sons, brothers, and fathers took up arms, women served as the eyes and ears for military leaders, providing invaluable intelligence information throughout the war. Allied with the British cause, a mysterious woman spy known as Stardusk, emerges within Washington’s inner circle. Used as a secret agent by his commanders, Stardusk gathered vital intelligence for the Colonies, not suspecting that she was a double agent for the Crown.
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I can see the light.

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April, 2025 AD



I remember it all, vividly…a traumatic moment I shall never forget.



It was only two days until the end of Phase V. I was following the footsteps of my father, a Green Beret legend for his exploits in Afghanistan and Iraq.


I was good at avoiding capture by the opposing force, called the OPFOR. Of course, nothing is totally predictable, and, I never expected betrayal…by my own team.


I should have known though…they were all part of a standing good ‘ole boy network…who dreaded the idea of a woman wearing the Green Beret.


Led into a dark abandon shack, a lantern flicked on. I saw that I was surrounded by no less than five men…none of whom looked very friendly, at all friendly…including the ones who were supposedly on my team, the ones who led me here on false pretense.


One of them grabbed me by the arm while another came at me with rope. With my free hand, a mistake on their part, I reared back and let the dude who held my wrist, have it just below his eye…I missed, because I was aiming for the full flesh of his nose.

This only angered him and with the help from a third guy, they both held my hands behind my back…pulling my arms together. That was only a little painful because I am quite flexible.




The guy with the rope approached me and said, “Time to teach you some manners, girly…”



I did not give him a chance to finish. With a grunt, I mustered my lower extremities with a full force of energy, and placed a well-aimed kicked, right where it counts. “How’s this for manners?” I yelled in the process.



“GAHH!” He screamed like a baby, and doubled over to the ground…clutching his groin.

I was in survival mode…my adrenaline running in high gear. The punks behind me released their grip, either out of shock, fear, or both…or so I would have hoped. I went immediately into a basic shallow standing martial arts squat and waited. In hindsight, it would have been better if I had bolted for the door…but I hesitated…and it was a costly mistake.




I felt a sharp sting from a solid impact behind my right leg, just above the knee, that sent me crashing to the ground.



“Aaaahhhh! GOD!” That really, really hurt. I turned quickly to see a buffoon standing over me with a baseball bat. Before I could react with my lightening quick speed, which was now hampered, another guy came out of nowhere and kicked me in the back…the momentum thrusting me forward into the guy with the bat. I must say, it was not pretty after that.



Both of these guys picked me up and tossed me against the back wall, away from the door. For the first time…in a long, long, time…I felt fear. Sweat poured down my cheeks.

I tried to jump up…I really did…but when I put weight on my right leg, I immediately dropped to the ground. It hurt that bad.




I was now a “sitting duck.” The next thing I knew, my body was taking punches from every angle…there must have been four or five guys landing blows.



At this point, I tried my best just to cover my head and face…while my arms, shoulders and back took the brunt force, at least initially. When I tried to protect my mid-section from savage kicking, I momentarily exposed my face, and like bees chasing a honey thief, they stung my exposed flesh.



Everything began fading to black when I heard one of them yell, “That’s enough boys. I don’t think she’ll try kicking us again. Bill; Mike, tie her to the post.”



I was too weak to resist the dirt bags from dragging me across the floor and then tying my hands above my head to a wooden beam or pole. I will never forget the amount of pain I was in…and I remember trying my best not to groan, because to me it was a sign of weakness.



There I was, hanging with my arms extending above my head when the leader walked up to me and rubbed his nose on my bloodstained cheek. I could barely see out of my left eye, which was nearly swollen shut.



“Quite a kick you have there little darling. I betcha you can’t do it again.” He stepped back and nodded to someone behind me, which I quickly surmised was the one holding the baseball bat, because he swung his blasted instrument of pain again, striking my other leg. I will never like the game of baseball again.



“Aaaahhhh! Aaaahhh—JESUS!” I could not keep from yelling…as much as I wanted to stifle my screams. I panted for air like a thirsty deer running from a hunter. I wanted to remain defiant…a bad habit of mine.



When I slurred, “You—yourr crazy!” through my gasping, blood squirted from my lip and shot a stream on the leader.



The men snickered. The leader swiped his arm across his face and then reached around me to grab the back of my hair. Then he yanked hard, forcing me to look up at the wooden beams.



“Oh really sweetie? We’re just getting started here.”



The others laughed like a pack of hyenas…going in for the kill.



“Wha—whadoyou want?” I choked.



“Want? Why, you of course. Just you—the first woman who is about to receive the Green Beret. All of us here want a piece of you—especially the one still rolling on the ground. Oh, he’ll get up soon enough.”



“Yorr—eevil! Buh—but my God is stronger!”



“Well darling, where is he now, hum?”



“Yu—yull see.”



“Hear that boys? Her God is going to come get us,” he mocked.



I managed a weak smirk while trying my best to stare back through my good eye.



“You see darlin’, in these high-stake games, we must make it as real as we can. Unfortunately, people sometimes do tend to get hurt. We want you to be fully prepared for the real world…of a true Green Beret.”



I closed my good eye…I could not stand the sight of him…plus, I wanted to pray that I could hold back the tears. But, it was too late…I felt a drop roll down my cheek and I remember thinking, I hope it is a blood drop…but it wasn’t.



“Aw, look guys. Our little warrior is crying. Boo hoo.”



There was more laughter from the others. I heard one of them say, “Ray, you sure ‘bout all this? I think maybe…”



“Shut up Jimmy!”



“They never said anything abo…”



“I said, shut up Jimmy, or we’ll do something to you too.”



Oh, good, a slight glimmer of hope…maybe, I thought.



“You’re in our neck of the woods now, ‘lil darlin.’ Have you ever heard the saying, “What goes on in Vegas, stays in Vegas?”



I forced my drooping head up a little and glared at my assailant with the best look of defiance I had left. Forcing a slight grin, I spit out…with blood, “Nah—not Vegas half twit moron.”



I know, not the brightest thing to say under the circumstances. The dark-eyed man grabbed me by the chin, moved inches from my face, and hissed, “You’re very right about that sweet thing. Like I said before, you are in our neck of the woods now.”

Instinctively, I tried to move my legs.



“Aaaahhhh, ma—ma legs! I think you broke them!”



“Such a pity, and so close to the end of selection too. Guys, remove her foot gear.”

While someone was busily removing my boots and socks…not gently, I might add, the ringleader grabbed my belt that was holding up my trousers, pulled out a large Buck knife, and cut it off. Then in one swift motion, he yanked my trousers down…over my throbbing legs.



“AAHH! GAAH! Help me Jesus.”



Then it happened…just when I thought bad would get worse, I suddenly saw a blinding light shine through the whole shack and for a brief moment, I envisioned entering the gates of heaven. Then I heard the boisterous and life-saving sound of helicopter rotor blades. The voice over the loudspeaker blared, “ALL CLEAR!”



The next thing I know, a bunch of soldiers burst into the shack. I barely saw them, but the first guy stopped and was pointing a .9mm pistol at the ringleader. “Get away from her, PUNK!” he snarled.



The leader nodded and backed away from me. One of the men behind me, must have cut the rope because I dropped like a sack of potatoes with a thud. Somehow, I stayed conscious, but barely. I only heard voices now…wanting just to go to sleep.



“Just following orders, sir.”



Someone came over and covered me with a blanket or his shirt…or something. Thanks, I tried to say…but couldn’t speak. He checked my vital signs and I heard him say, “Captain, she’s in a bad way.”



The Captain yelled, “Help him out. Secure a clearing to land the bird… now!”



The soldier helping me stood up and I heard a commotion. Then I saw the ringleader fall beside me. He was bleeding profusely from his nose. Good, I thought.



Then I heard the Captain again. “I will pull this trigger if you take another step! Now drop that bat.”



I heard that horrible pain stick drop to the ground next to me.

One of the bad guys said, “You can report us if you want, Captain, but we were ordered to treat her under the pretense of what she’d receive if captured for real by an actual hostile.”



“Well, you bastards succeeded.” The Captain then spewed out a flow of words that would peel the paint of a wall.



The big soldier who rushed to my side cradled me in his arms, scooped me up, and rushed me to the awaiting chopper.



That was the last thing I remembered before slipping into darkness.

Me in the year 2025 AD

[image error]Hey everyone, Asha here. Ready for some more Ramblins’? I was on vacation last month. So, this may seem strange but, I’m going to tell you a little about myself…in the year 2025. How’s that for being different? Hee hee, haa haa.

So, I become the first woman U.S. Army Special Forces (Green Beret), but not without cost. After successfully completing the full 5-Phase training, I was hand-picked by the President of the United States (POTUS) to develop the new government agency, Human-Artificial Intelligence Trafficking (HAIT). After accomplishing missions around the world (Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, Dubai), I uncovered the nation’s biggest threat from within our own government. You can read about this story in the book, MILLENNIAL GIRL, by Scott Meehan, former Army Major.

I expose top-level government officials that led to a broad deep-state conspiracy and an operation of betrayal. A gunshot wound about did me in for good and placed me in a coma. However, I was placed in the care of top presidential surgeons who are not only keeping me alive, but are experimenting with the most sophisticated and Top Secret technology known to humankind.

While my body is on physical earth in an isolated government facility, my soul wakes up in the Quantum Zone, a place where there is no time. There, I meet another Army officer, Major David Allan, who is undergoing the same experimentation on earth. You can read about him in the book, DUTY RECALL, also by Scott Meehan. As my mentor and guide, David teaches me about life in the Quantum Zone. It was not long before I realize that David is the man of my dreams.

Together, we become quite the pulsating team as a force to be reckoned with against evil in the Quantum Zone, where we battle demonic beasts. Also, we travel through a portal to physical earth where we set past historical and future events onto its proper course…as long as we continue to defeat the evil resistance bent on stopping us. You can read about this in Scott Meehan’s latest book, a short story (Because it’s part one), THUNDERBIRD – THE QUANTUM ZONE.

Well, Bah for now. Oh, verse of the day:

“Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, ‘Whom shall I send?’ And I said, ‘Here am I. Send me!’ – Isaiah 6:8

Asha (One each)

P.S. How do you like me (seven years from) now?

Asha’s Ramblins’ 2018 – Cool Stuff Coming!

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by Asha Hawkins (One Each)

Army Brat

Well, I have not blogged in quite some time. In fact, my last Blog was on December 4th, 2017. I Blogged about my Thanksgiving in Tennessee. How was your Christmas, by the way? No worries, let’s jump to five months later anyway.

Yesterday was a special day…Memorial Day, when we honor the men and women who died while serving in the U.S. military. The day originated not long after the end of the Civil War and eventually became an official federal holiday in 1971. I usually go with my dad to a service, along with my brothers and mom.

So, quite a bit has happened since I last talked to you. I completed my sophomore year two weeks ago and am ready for the summer. My dad put in for Leave and we will go to Cocoa Beach, Florida for a week and enjoy the sun and sand. My brothers and I enjoy visiting Ron Jon Surf Shop also.

Now for the cool stuff. Major Scott A. Meehan (The Major) has new material coming out in the next several months, mostly featuring me…of course. Hee hee, hah, hah.

First, this August 9-12, the annual Indie BookFest 2018 will take place in Orlando! The Major will have a table with at least five book titles (I think many more) on display. He will also be featuring his new stuff and upcoming releases. I’m getting to that part in a moment.

This event features a Free Book Signing, Industry Day, Fanfare Party, YA Event, Reader Day, PJ Party, and much more. As for the Major, are you ready for this? The big announcement? Here goes…The Major will be launching his first Comic book line! Yes, you heard correctly! Comic Books! (See poster).

[image error]Yep, that’s me! The future Asha Hawkins! Cool huh? The future? The Major has started a series featuring me in the future…as the first female Green Beret. The series is set in 2025 and my mission is to free the oppressed human traffic victims, an epidemic on a global scale. Oh, notice the Major’s credits at the bottom. It is SaM (His initials) Comics and he is teamed with ViVi Arts. Anyway, his first mini-comic is due for a Fall release and will be available at Acme Superstore, a comic book shop located on E State Road 434 in Longwood, Florida. The Major is taking pre-orders now at $1.99 each.

The comic book series will be about the first female Green Beret known as The Millennial Girl and she contains some secretive bionic powers that were implanted in her during surgery after a traumatic incident that put her into a coma. The Major also wrote a novel about it http://mybook.to/MillennialGirl and is working on the sequel with a release date set for November 2018.

The sequel, Quantum Zone: Thunderbird (See cover) is somewhat of a fantasy because Asha enters a new realm after slipping into a coma where she is no longer on physical earth…nor is she in heaven or hell. In this new dimension, she can travel through time and return to earth…but not as a physical being. In an angelic spiritual state, Asha is able to alter historic events…or set them straight along with her mentor, Major David Allan (Duty Recall).

I’m really excited about these new series and not just because I’m featured but because they will really be cool! Believe me!

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http://www.scottameehan.com

scott.a.meehan@gmail.com

 

 

Bah, y’all

Asha

Reason to Write

[image error]Last June, I shared some about my writing—my inspiration, motivation, and purpose…my writing—style, characters, setting, and most of all, the message, which come from a life time of experiences as a missionary kid (“MK) and twenty-five years in the Army. So, having seen much of the world (no, not all of it), I write stories with the expression of hope, truth, and the acknowledgement of God—in today’s world setting of good versus evil, life and death, reality and imagination.

My genres include almost all of them: military romance, suspense thrillers, mystery, fantasy, futuristic, time travel, and general human interest…poetry in short story prose. I do not write horror or erotica. The underlying theme of my writing aims to penetrate the soul by exposing the feeling of both the oppressed and the victorious.

Additionally, a spiritual emphasis is placed through the characters’ actions, praise and worship of God, the heart of forgiveness, thankfulness, trust, and salvation. Just as normal people experience everyday life, my characters suffer heartache, defeat, temptations, and anxiety. Usually, they are able to overcome them by their heroic actions and faith in God.

In the past year, my books have been contracted with Creativia Publishing (Creativia.org). You can find them on Amazon:

Since the beginning of 2018, Creativia has published three of my books that had been self-published in the past:

Love in the House of War: http://mybook.to/LoveWar  

Millennial Girl: http://mybook.to/MillennialGirl  

Stone in a Sling: A Soldier’s Journey: http://amzn.to/2G5U6YO (Old site-Creativia link coming soon!) 

Each of them have new covers (See attached).

Generally speaking, an author loves to engage with his/her readers. I am no exception. I would love to converse and as they say in the Army, “Swap war stories.” Believe it or not, we often will use your (readers) ideas to implement in a storyline and even some of us will give you full credits.

So, if you have time, please visit scottameehan.com and become a fan! Watch for future opportunities to win prizes, such as free books, Amazon gift cards, and other items.

Signing off for now.

Scott A. Meehan

The American Soldiers Will Come

[image error]“The Americans will come here?”
 
“I would say so…yes. Just like the Russians did just before you were born.”

 “Will we be safe, papa?”
 
“If we help the Americans and not fight them, we should be safe. We will continue to do our duty to help people with their medical needs.”
 
“Will Uncle Abdul fight with the Americans?”

 “I think he will. We must leave for Dehi tomorrow and set up a clinic there. His men will need our help.”
         
Sarah had mixed emotions–apprehension about the dangers of being in the middle of war…yet a tinge of excitement about the possibility of meeting an American soldier. Rumors concerning American soldiers swirled through the villages and towns.

“We will leave tomorrow?” Sarah asked.

“Yes, my child. Tomorrow.”

The next morning, Dr. Rajiv and Sarah loaded their white Toyota pickup with medical supplies and clothing. “You seem cheerful this morning my little princess.”

Sarah shrugged her shoulders. “I’m always cheerful, papa. You said so yourself.”

The five-foot, seven-inch thin man shook his head. “This will not be an easy journey. Things will be different when the Americans come. There will be fighting like before…when the Russians were here.”
         
“We will see the Americans in Dehi?”

Dr. Rajiv eyed her suspiciously. “It is possible. Are you ready to travel? You have everything you want to take?”
         
“Yes papa, I am ready.”
         
“Get in. Let’s go.”
         
Sarah slid into the passenger seat adjusting her blue burka in the process. Their Toyota exited the walled compound and headed northwest towards the Samangan valley.

“One hundred kilometers to Samangan,” Sarah volunteered.
         
“Yes, more or less.”
         
“We will eat lunch there?”
         
“Yes, we will eat, pick up more supplies and complete our journey to Dehi.”
         
“That will be another 104 kilometers,” Sarah added, looking at a map on her lap.
         
“Indeed. But, the road will be harder so it will take longer.”
         
“Then maybe I will sleep now.”
         
“You did not sleep last night?”
         
“Not very well. I kept thinking about the…trip to Dehi.”
         
Dr. Rajiv glanced at her before returning his gaze on the road.

Sarah laid her head back and closed her eyes. If those missionary girls were right, I could possibly meet my prince to take me away from this place and live in paradise, she thought.
         
“Sarah?”

“Yes papa?”
         
“What are you thinking?”
         
“Hmm. Do you remember when I told you about the dream I had last summer?”
         
“The one with the prince saving the princess?”
         
“Yes, that one.”

From, “Love in the House of War”
Now on AMAZON  http://mybook.to/LoveWar

Girl Alone Part 1

[image error]I departed the veiled Kingdom of the Arabian Peninsula after four months. On my way to a new destination, I looked through the small portal of the C-130 aircraft and saw a land forsaken—void of springs and living water. Saudi Arabia was no different. Both places might well have been the dark side of the moon.

Being clothed in various brown and tan patterns, as if in garments of salvation, identified me as a soldier. With the red, white, and blue flag sewn on my shoulder, an American soldier—arrayed in a robe of righteousness.

Our plane began spiraling down in a corkscrew landing, when an Airman approached me. “Sir, we’re starting to land now if you’ll take your seat please.”

I nodded my head and tried not to stumble my way back to the olive-colored canvas seats attached to the red-strapped backrest. Daylight was fading. Darkness would soon cover the earth.

Leaving Saudi Arabia for Iraq was equivalent to jumping from a frying pan into the fire—there was a war. It was as if God tested me in one place to refine me in the other.

If we were going to bring about any vindication to this desolate, war-torn land, I thought, I would need to arise each day and shine my light in a gloomy place…for the next eight months.

 

It was during that period, amidst the almost daily bombing on our base at Camp Anaconda, I learned the Iraqi culture…not Sunni, Shi’a, Kurdish, or Christian, but Iraqi—through the eyes of entrepreneurs…Iraqi men and women conducting business.

I was a Contingency Contracting Officer and my job was to procure the best products, supplies, and services from local businesses for our American service members, both men and women. Our forces amounted to more than twenty-five thousand in our sector alone. It was a 0700 hours wakeup-to-midnight-bedtime routine…seven days a week—with three meals and a workout.

By learning the Iraqi business culture, I was successful in building and establishing a long-term and wide range trust base…one that paid strategic dividends. Highlights included hundreds of contracts, which supplied hard steel installed on our transport vehicles…that stopped bullets; portable ECU units to keep our soldiers cool in the blazing heat and warm in the bitter cold.

The ultimate show of trust however was when one vendor confided in me that his “cousins” knew important information but did not trust any Americans…until he told them about me. So, they agreed to travel to Balad from Baghdad—a dangerous trek, to share their knowledge.

When they arrived, the four of us departed the crowds and went to an empty field. “What would you like to tell me?” I asked.

The vendor translated my question in Arabic to the two men. One of them explained something in Arabic.

Turning to me, the vendor spoke. “He said that they know where one of Saddam’s hideouts is in Baghdad. It is a safe house with his officers and members of his team.”

“This is very important information,” I told him. As discussed the day before, I reminded him, “They will still tell my friends this story?”

The vendor looked at them and asked a question in Arabic. They both agreed. He looked at me and nodded his head.

“Come on,” I said in Arabic. “Follow me.”

I brought them to a pre-arranged room with three members of the military intelligence community waiting…and left them there. Two hours later, they returned to my contracting office. We had a small discussion—outside the building, and then they departed. I never saw any of them again.

Ten days later, American soldiers lifted a scraggly old man from a small hole in the ground. “I am Saddam Hussein,” he announced.

Later, I discovered that one of Hussein’s drivers told the Americans where he was hiding. Where did they find this driver? Soldiers rounded him up in the Baghdad safe house along with many others…the same safe house known by the vendor’s “cousins.”

To be continued…

Asha’s Ramblins’ I’m Back!

[image error]Hey everyone, Asha here for some ramblins’.  Been a couple of weeks—did you miss me? Probably didn’t even notice. Oh well, I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving and ate too much. Yep, I said ATE TOO much—like me. Hee hee, haa haa.

Ya wanna know what I did for Thanksgiving? I’ll tell ya anyway—smuh. My brothers, my sister, and I went with my dad to eastern Tennessee to visit my grandmother for Thanksgiving.

            Over the meadows and through the woods, to grandma’s house we went. (Yes, I was singing it—hee hee, haa haa).

Anyway—oh, my mom went too…but, she didn’t camp in the woods overnight and go hunting early the next morning like we did. So guess what we hunted for? If you guessed Turkey—you are wrong, but it was a good guess. I thought we would hunt Turkey but Turkey season ended on November 3rd. So, we hunted Quail but had to stop after bagging our quota of 6. Grandma fixed up some Quail soup to go with our Thanksgiving dinner and it was really yummy.

Then we all went back home to Clarksville and back to school. The best part about that is I’m playing basketball on the Girls varsity team. I score my fair share of points and we are doing okay with a 4-2 record. We won our last game, 68-15. Not much of a game really.

Want to know what’s cool though? Major Scott has five books up for the Book Of The Year Awards sponsored by Turning the Pages literary magazine and Promotions. Here’s a picture of the ones in the running:

   If you click on the picture, the link will take you to the voting and you get to vote! You know I’m there, because I’m in Two Tickets to Paradise as an eleven year-old.  Okay, now this is going to sound weird—but, the two Millennial Girl books, part one (Green Beret) and part two (Urgent) are about me—yep, yours truly…in the year 2025 when I will be 23 years old. Mull over that a bit.

Okay, gotta run. Um, verse of the day—my dad’s version:

“…my righteousness will be before me and the glory of the Lord will be my ‘six’” Isaiah 58-8

It really says “rear guard” but my dad said, “Six.”

Bah,

Asha (One Each)

Asha’s Ramblins’ Martial Arts

[image error]Hey everybody, Asha here with another week of Ramblins’. Since I just completed my homework (blah) I have time before dinner to throw something out there while I’m still on my school-given MacBook Pro. Cool huh?

So, the Holiday season, my favorite time of year, is coming up beginning with Thanksgiving! We will have our annual Thanksgiving Feast next Monday, November 20 at our school. Our whole family usually takes part when we can, and this year my dad will be home! Yea!

Also, I never mentioned it before, but I’m on the Robotics team and yesterday we visited a local fire department for a Hydrodynamics Project. Basically, we’re doing research on water transportation during fire rescue. I’m still waiting for an Android trip one of these days…

Oh, I completed my transition from taking Karate lessons, which I have been doing since I was seven and started Jiu-jitsu. Why? Because I wanted to—hee hee, ha ha. No, actually, I want to attend the Military Academy at West Point after I graduate and well—I just want to be ready, ya know? Jiu-jitsu is a Japanese martial art emphasizing close combat against an armed opponent.

One last thing before I close. Major Scott has decided to re-release all of his older versions of books with different covers and even the ones he did under his pen name, Al M. Scott when he was publishing with Tate. He will slowly begin adding the links and blurbs on his website: http://www.scottameehan.com.

The Major’s grandson, Hunter, is in the hospital with a respiratory virus. Please remember him in prayer! I certainly will.

Verse of the week:

God is not far from any of us. For in him we live and move and exist—Acts 17:28

Bah,

Asha Hawkins (One each)

Asha’s Ramblins’ = Veterans Day

[image error]Hello everyone—Asha here for another week of Ramblins’. I’m excited about this one—you know why? Yep, Veterans Day coming up! This is the special day we can pay tribute to all who served, like my dad and Major Scott…and in the future—me too! I want to be the first female Special Forces soldier to qualify in all phases and receive the Green Beret. That’s my dream anyway.

So, Veterans Day! Are you going to participate in or watch a parade or some other activity? In the past, my dad always took advantage of a free breakfast, lunch and dinner from different participating restaurants around town. Wanna know what’s cool about this year’s Veterans Day? It’s on Saturday! Yep, that’s right. My brothers, sister, and me get to go with him this year to all the restaurants! I plan to indulge in a food fest—hee hee, ha ha. I know my brothers will too.

On behalf of our Veterans, I would like simply to share two video trailers—one that has already been released and the other coming soon. The one coming up in January 2018 is about the same battles that my dad was in when he met my mom. Please watch!

 

 Chris Hemsworth plays my dad’s boss!

Well ~ I’m touched because it is more than close to home—it is home!

Verse of the day:

“Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine.”—Isaiah  43:1

Until next week-Bah

Asha (One each)