From the Ranch

From the Ranch

Monday, April 20, 2015

My Grand-daughter Teaches me Things


She found a song on You Tube, and she shared it with me.

It really moved my soul and made me think of my retired Soldier.

It must be considered outside of the context of the media which used the song, 
I believe it was a vampire show, but it is way above that context in message.

It obviously is a song for weddings, and I think it will long endure the test of time!

 


Thursday, April 16, 2015

At First I Was Against This

I was sent an email concerning this training which is being provided at Dyess Air Force Base in Abilene, Texas, and at many other U.S. Military institutions.  The headlines are rather deceiving concerning what the training involves and what the cost is.  The 10K cost was presented in the email I received as $2,222.00 an hour.  That was a deceptive message.  Perhaps the cost should be weighed at cost per service member, and certainly the content as a whole should be considered rather than the indications that the title suggests...

 



I fired an impassioned email off after I read the email that was sent to me.  Serves me right that I embarrassed myself in my email, because I did not research the information that was sent me.  So tell me, what do you think of the training, considering the cost per Service Member, which is according to the number present at each session.  For instance at the Service Academies, each session could have as many as say a thousand people in attendance... so that would make the cost per Service Member under $2.50.  Sometimes how ideas are presented can be deceptive.




Monday, April 6, 2015

Many Who Have Served Still Struggle With War

“A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.”  John Steinbeck



UNDERSTAND
After the attack, I joined with the brave who heard the call,
To protect our country from an enemy determined to cause it to fall.
This duty my mind and heart could completely understand.

Then with my brothers and sisters, I went to a foreign soil.
Together we followed every order, and endured each mission, as on we toiled.
The need for this work I still understand.

I came home, and visions returned of things no man should ever hold in sight.
Always now I must be vigilant and watch for a means of flight.
These things were very difficult for me to understand.

Sometimes my mind begins to falter, and I feel cold fear rise.
I am now someone my family and friends do not recognize.
Of this I have no ability to understand.

Finally, in shame and despair, I went to my commander.
Grasping for words to make this man hear, I could only stammer.
I longed for him to understand.

The expression and tone of the words I received in return,
Have dealt wounds and pain that cause my very soul to burn.
All efforts failed to cause him to understand.

Since this confession, I know, though long I stood strong,
To my beloved band of brothers I will never again belong.
I have slowly and painfully come to understand.

Tonight in the solitude of this lonely room, I’ll make my last stand.
Summon courage and my life lay down, by my own hand.
For no longer do I have the desire to understand.

by Debra LeCompte 



When anyone, especially a Veteran, is suffering from depression it is a given that the person may very well not have the ability to help themselves. It may be up to us, those who love them, to be there, and know what to do.  Know the signs and symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome.  It might save the life of someone you encounter.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

I Miss a Little Friend From Home

I miss our little goat named Rocket who lives at Soldier's Heart Ranch, she is such a card.  She loves to follow me around the yard, and when I was taking hay back to the horses last spring, she hopped in the wagon for a little goat snack!



I let her out of her pen often to play, but I feel sorry for her when she is alone
 in her pen, so one Easter I let her try making friends with the rabbits!
She can be so charming, ... and not so charming!


Tuesday, March 10, 2015

The Trap

This reminds me of how Satan works in the lives of people. He sets out bait and a trap. It doesn't matter that all the pigs are doing it, or that it is only food, and everyone needs food. It doesn't matter that the food in and of itself is good and healthy for the pigs, nor does it matter that they have to have food to live... when Satan takes something and warps it... and uses it... and preys upon our human weaknesses and thinking... better watch out... The end result is fear, confusion, pain, and ... eventually, death.

The BoarBuster feral pig trap in action. To learn more about this trap, go to www.boarbuster.com