Proud Mom to a 1-89 Cavalry Scout: Time Flies

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Time Flies

Oh wow, has it been this long since I have been here. Time really flies doesn't it?
So what have we been up to since January?

Kyles jr prom

D~man's 6th grade graduation

Scouts R&R

We spent a hot humid Arkansas summer watching the D~man play baseball and continue with his catchers training.

We also spent the summer falling in love with Kristen

We made it thru Scout's tour in Iraq and I am happy to say all 1-89 Cav are home safe and sound. Thank you Father God!!!!

Scout's promotion to Specialist. Way to go son, we are so proud of you!!!

Spent a week in NY with Scout and Kristen when he came back from Iraq

Managed to survive Kyle starting his senior year of High school and D~man starting jr high & jr high football

Did I leave anything out?????

OH YEA

SCOUT AND KRISTEN'S Wedding:

I am now the proud mother of a married Scout and a beautiful daughter in law. Welcome to the family Kristen.

God Bless
Cav Mom

2 comments:

Sarge Charlie said...: congrats on the daughter mom, I love his uniform.; Sep 21, 2010, 9:15:00 PM
Unknown said...: It's so good to read your words once again. Such a sweet picture of a beautiful couple. May God bless their union. Congrats on becoming a MIL.
Hugs!
~AM; Sep 22, 2010, 5:35:00 AM

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From my heart to God's ears

Father God~
Please send your angels of safety, love and peace to watch over our brave military men and women and please father ask them to give a extra squeeze to my Scout and Tyson, Matt G, Russ, Kyle, Mitchel, Jason, Warren, Matthew P, Josh, Chris C, Rush and the rest of the 1-89. I ask that you keep them safe, help them complete their mission and bring them all home safely. Father, I ask that you guide those in command as they make hard decisions that effect so many. I ask that you watch over the loved ones of all those in harms way and comfort those with heavy hearts.
Father, I know that without you all would be lost and I claim these request in your name. I thank you Father each time I see Scout pop up on my instant message or on his facebook because I know that at that moment all is well. And please provide termite control for their mascot Plank who gives comic relief where not much laughter is found. I will continue to give you all the glory each and every day. Amen

The Soldier's Mother Creed

"I am the mother of an American Soldier"I give my complete and unwavering support to my soldier.As my son serves the people of the United States, so I humbly offer up my prayers for his safety and the safety and health of those he serves beside. I respect his choice to adhere to a strict moral code and system of values that has preserved our great country for over two centuries.I accept that my soldier's first duty is to his country and I understand that this sacrifice he willingly makes is what keeps our nation great.I will never expect anything but the best from my soldier for I know he is capable. I know that a soldier's heart is true and strong, and that my soldier will endure. I will never abandon my soldier, my son, my love. I will love him unconditionally. he will know I am there for him, even when he is alone.I am disciplined, emotionally and mentally tough, learning to wait for phone calls and letters or emails home. I, like my soldier, am an expert. I stand ready to do what ever I can do to let my son, my soldier, know that we are here for him, beside him, we love him and I will pray for swift destruction of the enemies of our country. I am the person who stood guardian of this man who has become my soldier, now our guardian of freedom and the American way of life."I AM THE MOTHER OF AN AMERICAN SOLDIER."
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Fiddler's Green

Half way down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green.
Are the souls of all dead troopers camped,
Near a good old time canteen.
And this eternal resting place,
Is known as Fiddlers' Green.

Marching past straight through to Hell,
The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by Engineers,
Artillery and Marines.
For none but shades of the Cavalrymen,
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.

Though some go curving down the trail,
To seek a warmer scene.
No Trooper ever gets to Hell,
Ere he's emptied his canteen.
And so goes back to drink again,
With friends again at Fiddlers' Green.