For Evil slithers unprovoked, its memoirs masquerading in endless graves of tyranny, its victims promenanding Before the Throne of Justice like a thundering waterfall, while here—a bugler wails his taps in mournful protocol.
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It was my honor to write “Warriors in the Night” about them and to let them know that there are still some Americans that appreciate what they do. These heroes are a "cut above" and America is blessed to have these unique warriors on our side! So to all the Special Operators, please enjoy my song dedicated to you and know that you will never be forgotten. I pray God’s richest blessings and protection on these warriors and their families.
It’s written in the earth, That sunshine follows rain. It’s written in the earth, That sorrow comes again, That wars will ever roam. It’s written in the earth, While far away from home.
I pray for your peace of mind,
Your steady aim,
For your intuition and senses to be keen.
I pray you find happiness in your heart
And kindness when you are far from home.
Jo wrote to Bill on Nov. 5, 1941. Darling: Five days gone & each worse than the one before. Our model child goes to sleep right after 6 & sleeps thru the night so it is plenty quiet. Where are you? (Don't you wish you knew?) I do.
A sniper was terrorizing our camp at Tent City in Quang Tri for more than 30 days. If we lit a cigarette after dark we were likely to be targets for a sniper shot. We used a red lens in our flashlights at night if we went to the outhouse or shower so we would not be an easy target. We were quite relieved when the Marines propped up this dead Viet Cong sniper on the barbed wire fence outside our mess tent for all of us to see as we exited from breakfast. The Marines did their job.