In Memoriam | The Bull Speaks! - Part 2

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United States Navy Master Chief Petty Officer.

Quite a mouthful, isn’t it? It is a title that should be a mouthful because it is a title earned by long days (and nights) of study, months of training, and years of service to our Nation. It is a title earned by damned few in the United States Navy. In our naval forces, those making the rank of E-7 become a “Chief” Petty Officer. E-8’s are known as a “Senior Chiefs”, and the few who dare, and make, E-9 become forever “Master Chief”.

The “Chief” is required to be a fountain of wisdom, the ambassador of good will, and the authority on personnel relations as well as the technical expert. “Ask the Chief” is a household phrase in and out of the Navy and Coast Guard. They even rate their own separate berthing due to their elevated knowledge and wisdom. Onboard boats (submarines), ships (haze gray and underway), Naval Air Stations and Coast Guard Stations the quarters (berthing/lounge) area for Chief Petty Officers is affectionately referred to as “The Goat Locker”.

Alas! Many who attain these lofty ranks do indeed begin to take on some of the personality characteristics of old, mean, billy goats. (In the case of Chiefs with a “(SS)” attached they even begin to smell like goats.) Most often those making E-7 and above can be noted by the permanent scent of burned tobacco and the forever-crooked forefinger oft with stained coffee cup still attached.

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Yet The Bull writes to you now of a Master Chief that transcended these somewhat less desired qualities and became the beloved leader of his men. I speak to you of MACM Robert Daniel Bornet, USNR. Master Chief Bornet first came to my attention through photographs sent home from the Middle East by the father of my step-children, who is also a USNR Master-at-Arms, during his tour. He had taken along with him a small plastic turtle we all called “Franklin” as a kind of tie to his children back home. Along with the stories of Franklin that came home in emails were the references and stories of a different kind of Master Chief. A man that lead from the front, laughed and cried with his men, trained them well, and in the end brought them all home. Here was a Master Chief The Bull would love to meet.

Sadly, it was not to be.
Robert Daniel Bornet, Master Chief in the Navy Reserve and deputy for the Ventura County Sheriff’s Department, was killed in an automobile accident Monday, Nov. 6, 2006. Bornet had served as a deputy for a decade and had served his Nation for nineteen years in the United States Navy – seven years active duty and twelve as a Reservist. Surviving him are his loving wife of 18 years, Vicki; and his children, Katie, Leslie, Daniel and Christopher. To them go my prayers and best wishes in this time of sorrow.

California Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger released the following statement regarding the death of Ventura County Sheriff’s Deputy Robert Daniel Bornet of Ventura:

“California peace officers face grave dangers each day serving and protecting their fellow Californians. Deputy Bornet courageously faced these risks and gave his life in the line of duty. Maria and I wish to offer our heartfelt condolences to Robert’s family, friends and fellow deputies. We will keep them in our thoughts and prayers as they grieve their loved one.�?

(click on photos for a larger view if available.)

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I couldn’t help but notice the word “DUTY” in that statement. Bornet understood that word well. He was born in 1960 in the Netherlands. He moved to the United States when he was 10. America soon became much more than just a word to him and he dedicated his life in service to his new home and to his fellow citizens. Bornet joined the U.S. Navy in 1987. Bornet moved to Ventura County from Coronado in 1992. After active duty, Bornet rejoined the Navy as a reservist in 1994, attaining the rank of ‘MASTER CHIEF MASTER AT ARMS’ on 23 March 2005. In 1996 he was hired by the Ventura County Sheriff’s Department. His military service, combined with his experience overseas, made Bornet an outstanding applicant, according to Sheriff Bob Brooks. Let me quote a bit from the story on this American Hero in the Ventura County Star:

Bornet not only was an incurable optimist but also someone with a strong sense of duty, said Brooks. Brooks recalled Bornet’s courage during a violent rampage in Simi Valley last year in which a former Air Force captain shot himself inside a Wal-Mart there.

Brooks said Bornet chased the gunman, Toby Whelchel, into the store alone after Whelchel had shot Deputy Scott Ramirez.

Bornet single-handedly escorted many people in the store outside, Brooks said, averting what could have been a bloodbath.

In his unassuming style, Bornet did not brag about his courage afterward.

“He was courageous, and he was humble,” Brooks said.

Mike Eldridge stood behind the crowd on a plot of grass and wept as Brooks spoke.

“Master Chief Bornet was one of the nicest guys you could ever meet,” Eldridge said after the funeral service, recalling how Bornet had helped train him in South Korea in the weeks before the 2001 terrorists attacks.

“He was someone who had a special presence who would light up a room when he entered it with his smile,” said Eldridge, a former Navy man who today lives in Oxnard.

Eldridge said he never forgot Bornet, even though he would never see him again after 2001.

“He had a lot of heart. There wasn’t a bad bone in his body.”

If Bornet loved his country, he had an equal amount of love for his wife and four children, said Brooks, recalling how Bornet wore two wedding rings, not one.

When his co-workers asked him why, Bornet would tell them it was because he loved his wife twice as much, Brooks said.

This was the sort of Man whose Life humbles The Bull, and should humble all Americans. There is nothing more I can say from this chair in Mobile, AL to honor this Hero. He was beloved by all who knew him and served with him in defense of his adopted Nation. That is the best that could ever be said of any person.

Please, contribute to the Robert Bornet Fund by visiting any branch of the Ventura County Credit Union or mailing a check to the Robert Bornet Fund, P.O. Box 6920, Ventura, CA 93006-6920. Please reference account number 1046280.

Ring the Ship’s Bell and lower the Flag. Another of America’s Best has gone, (as say Submariners), on ‘Eternal Patrol‘!

Bull, out.  End of Article

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Dan

Well, what do you know?! The Bull’s life must have truly been on an upswing of late, (or else I’ve been horribly preoccupied with these damned crutches), for I have missed – for the first time – the birthday of my late, beloved brother, Dan. He would have loved this blogging thing… though he would have been completely anonymous about it.

Rest now, Brother. We’ll run together again soon enough.  End of Article

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Yes, it has been over a year since a storm named ‘Katrina’ ran on shore along the central Gulf Coast killing many and destroying what lives it couldn’t take outright. It was an ugly time. In the days that followed we saw the worst that Man can be come out in the form of looters, rapist, thieves and murderers.

Something that amazed me as a citizen of one of the Gulf cities hit by ‘Katrina’, (Though thankfully a glancing blow.), was how we saw so much more of the Good side of Man than we saw of the Evil. Yes, as usual the Media chose only to show what things had failed. Well, what failed were buildings, not the Spirit of Man. The Media chose to show how, in their estimation, the U.S. Government didn’t get help to us quickly enough. The Government did plenty, but what was important was how we helped ourselves – as we should!

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Some pictures of the damage in Biloxi, MS the day after the storm were posted last night to my shooting club forum by one of our hard-working members, Woody W. It was those photos that encouraged me to write this post a a small remembrance of the horror of that storm. This first pic is of the beach road – actually, Hwy 90 – which is was the “main drag” of Biloxi where the casinos and food establishments once stood. Even well established, even ancient roadbeds are no match for storm surge!

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Here is a photo that I truly encourage you to click on in order to see it in its full size, (1024×768). It shows the utter destruction that ‘Katrina’ brought down on the folks down here. This, Dear Reader, *is* the big money-making business district along the beach. Nothing survived. Nothing at all.

While New Orleans was, and remains, a grand ol’ city and the damage severe, take it from The Bull that the State of Mississippi was far worse hit with far more damage and much more loss of Life. The liberal Media for some reason didn’t want to tell America that. Perhaps because the Mississippi Governor, , stood up like a real Man and made things work without whining. Moreover, he publicly stated that he’d hang the looters himself if they were caught and brought before him. Damn, I like that man’s attitude!

I was in Biloxi, MS some three weeks ago driving along this very road. The highway is repaired, some of the big casinos are running down on the river end of the beach, but the area in the last photo looks basically the same. The trash is gone, but not a building is standing. Just a few lonely sign post and broken poles.

We have been so fortunate in having this Hurricane Season come and go with no storms. It has given us time to repair and rebuild. However, the scars and pain of loss from ‘Katrina’ will last lifetimes.

In Honored Memories of Those We Lost,
Bull.  End of Article

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The following is a reprint from Military.com.

Navy News | PO2 Woody Paschall | September 15, 2006

USS Dolphin (AGSS 555) completed her final cruise Sept. 9 when she tied to the pier at Space and Naval Warfare Systems Center San Diego.

During the underway, the diesel-electric powered test and research submarine made her 1,560th and final dive to a depth exceeding 3,000 ft.

“It’s bittersweet,�? said Chief of the Boat, Master Chief Missile Technician Joe Eller. “Last night, we sat up on the bridge and today we drove her in. We had a good cry this morning down in the engine room. I didn’t think I would miss it, but I will miss it.�?

The submarine was commissioned in 1968 and is the sixth oldest ship in the fleet. Dolphin was designed for research, development, test and evaluation and is one of the world’s deepest diving submarines with a maximum operating depth in excess of 3,000 ft.

“It’s got its ups and downs, like any boat in the fleet, but we’ve got to do some things here that you couldn’t do anywhere else,�? said Machinist’s Mate 2nd Class (SS) Justin Newsome.

Among many milestones, the ship launched a torpedo from the deepest depth ever recorded, developed a highly accurate target management system, and achieved the first two-way laser communication between a submarine and an aircraft.

Equal to the submarine’s history of research, test, development and evaluation is the ship’s nonpareil camaraderie.

“This boat is more like a family I think than any other ship because everyone knows everyone else,�? said Culinary Specialist 2nd Class (SS) Mark Mundwiller.

This underway is one of the last times these Sailors will work with their shipmates aboard the Dolphin. Already, members of the crew are transferring to new commands and schools and more will be gone in the coming weeks.

“Being out with the ship is good… I’m here for this, but I won’t be here for the decommissioning,â€?? said Electronics Technician 2nd Class (SS) Mario Hose. “I’d like to stay for that.â€??

“The camaraderie of the crew was so much greater than anywhere else I’ve ever been,�? said retired Chief Warrant Officer Bill Sutter. “Dolphin I rode many times and the crews all had that same camaraderie. The names may be different but the spirit of the crew has always held true.�?

Sutter and his wife Patricia felt such a bond to the ship and her crew that she requested that her ashes be dispersed at sea from the ship when she died. Thirty years ago she was, but she left her most prized necklace and bracelet behind with a request to have the crew return them to her resting place at sea during the ship’s last underway prior to it being decommissioned. Dolphin’s crew fulfilled this request during this underway. (Blessings upon you, brave Crew of the Dolphin! ~Bull)

“It took a lot of committment from a lot of people to meet this obligation, and today,” Sutter added, “we’ve closed the circle.â€??  End of Article

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Carol Ann LaPlante, 59, New York, N.Y., USA

Confirmed dead, World Trade Center, in building.

Carol Ann LaPlante

Carol was a Admin for Marsh & McLennan Cos. Inc. on the 97th floor. Here I quote her boss, Eileen McGuire: “She was a wonderful woman. Always ready to help and worked hard. She had a good sense of humor and a nice laugh. I miss Carol’s smile in the office.”

True Believer

Security cameras caught Carol LaPlante going to early Mass on the morning of Sept. 11, before she made her way to the office of Marsh & McLennan at the World Trade Center.

It was a good start for her last day on earth, said her friend and fellow parishioner, Ann McCarthy. For Ms. LaPlante’s real calling, “the star of her life,” Ms. McCarthy said, was St. Francis and the art gallery in the lobby of the friary. Ms. LaPlante ran the gallery as part of the St. Francis Creativity Group for many years, and it was recently renamed for her. She would have been 60 today.

“She was a poet and an artist, and while her paintings tended to be very cheerful and flowery, the poetry we found after her death seemed to say she was ready to go,” said Ms. McCarthy. “She wrote about going back to God, and of being a star in God’s heaven.” One of her poems, “Alice O’Connell’s Candle,” was written after the death last Christmas of another parishioner, a woman who wept as she lighted candles in the sanctuary. But Ms. McCarthy thinks it could be about Ms. LaPlante. Here is the final stanza:

So God has blown your candle out.
He has relit its light, no doubt,
Some place our eyes must wait to see:
A heaven’s star he made of thee.

9/11.

A date seared into the hearts and minds of all true Americans. This exercise has also burned into The Bull’s mind the name Carol Ann LaPlante. Never again will I think of 9/11 without thinking of her smile.

In Rememberance,
Bull, out.  End of Article

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Steve Irwin, ‘The Crocodile Hunter’, was killed by a stingray barb to the heart on Batt Reef, off the remote resort town of Port Douglas in northeastern Queensland state, his wildlife park Australia Zoo said in a statement.

Crew members aboard Irwin’s boat, Croc One, called emergency services in the nearest city, Cairns, and administered CPR as they rushed the boat to nearby Low Isle to meet a rescue helicopter. Medical staff pronounced Irwin dead a short time later, the statement said.

Steve is survived by his American wife, Terri, from Eugene, Ore., and their daughter, Bindi Sue, 8, and son, Bob, who will turn 3 in December.

Here at The Bull’s house we are a sad herd indeed. Steve Irwin was a fixture in our home and a hero to our children, and in many ways, to us as well. Every show was a learning opportunity for all of us. Steve’s “Australia Zoo“, which started with one man’s dream, has been an inspiration to our fledgling “Chaos and Critters Exotic Rescue“. We are deeply saddened at this loss to the World.

Terri, Bindi, and Bob,
Our hearts go out to you at this time of shock and grief. Indeed, to all of Australia. Take strength from the knowledge that Steve was doing exactly what he wanted to do and lived Life to its absolute fullest. You and the kids are like family to millions. The great nations of Australia and the United States will always be there for you.

CROCS RULE!

Sincerely,
The Bull  End of Article

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It is with heavy heart I have to report the passing of one of my best friends.

A little fellow that loved his friends with an enormous passion. A dog that could tell when my joints were soon to be on fire and would sit with me, licking my aching knuckles until the pain went away. He was always funny, even when he was trying hard to be taken seriously.

Omar’s Eclectic Maximillian
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Yes, Max is gone.

He’s been losing weight for a couple of weeks an yesterday he was so weak he couldn’t walk. Off to the vet…. The doctor found a mass in his neck bigger than a golf ball and a much larger mass in his belly. She told us our Little Man was very sick, in a lot of pain, and with little chance in the long run. He was only two years old!

We had to make a decision and though it hurt terribly, we made the one to end his suffering. Little Man, sleep well.

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I picked up his body a short while later, brought him home, and buried him comfortably in his bed OUTSIDE the fence. He is where we can see his resting place every time we go to the kitchen. This evening we will move a slab over his grave to insure his not disturbed by man nor beast.

Even writing this is hurting. Max was my little partner. He was always with me when I was hurting and stayed with me until I was better. Ruby, is mate, is beside herself with grief. Lady Beth is in agony. We shall always have a soft spot for Shih Tzus, and a big hole where Max took part of our heart.

Well, that is the story.

Bull*  End of Article

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Last night I was so exausted I simply wanted to go to bed and sleep for a solid eight hours. Did I get it? No. So I wish I had stayed up and did my blogging then. At least I would have been on time with saying “Happy Birthday Dad”. My dad, Roy Clarence Jones, (b. 23 June 1923 d. 5 May 1997, WWII Veteran, USN: USS Wasp (CV-7) & USS Lansdowne (DD-486)), passed away a number of years ago but is on my mind every day. Even more so yesterday. I miss you, Dad.

Tonys Homecoming 004.thumbnail A Dad missed. A Daddy Home Again.

Tuesday evening we had a call from Dusty, (MA1 Tony Lafrenier’s new wife), telling us that he would be flying into Mobile, AL on a flight from Dallas, TX at 7PM. Having finished his tour in the Middle East, he arrived safely home last night to the sights and sounds of his four children jumping up & down and calling his name. His twin sons were dressed in ‘Cracker Jack blues’. Tony was one happy sailor! (Brought tears to ol’ Bull’s eyes…)

Franklin 069.thumbnail A Dad missed. A Daddy Home Again.This wee post would not be complete without a mention of another American Hero that arrived home last night: OM3 Franklin the Turtle, USN. Franklin is shown here being held by his “Mommy” Hanah, Tony’s youngest daughter. In honor of Franklin’s service the girls were presented with “Franklin” jewelry. Too cute!

Just as we were about to leave the airport, Tony stopped, dug into his pack, and presented The Bull with a challenge coin for supporting the troops on their mission.

Ever seen a Bull cry?

The folks at the Mobile, AL airport damned near did last night! It’s a crazy world we live in these days. For some reason you just wouldn’t expect this sort of exchange between a woman’s husband and her ex-husband. Heck, perhaps you do and I’m just behind the times. At any rate, Tony is a loving father to his kids, a police officer, and am honorable US serviceman. He deserves the support of all of us.

History Lesson:

The tradition of a “Challenge Coin”?? originated during World War I. American volunteers had formed flying squadrons. Each member of one of these squadrons had a solid bronze medallion produced by the squadron’s wealthy lieutenant. One member of this squadron escaped from German captivity and was recaptured by the French. The French were about to execute the American not knowing he was a friend. But the squadron medallion worn by the American was recognized by one of the French. The American flyer’s life was spared.
During and after World War I, a tradition began to ensure that members carried their medallion or coin at all times. This goal was pursued by having a member challenge another member to show the medallion. If the challenged could not show the medallion, the challenged had to buy a drink of choice for the challenger. If the challenged could show a medallion, the challenger had to buy the drink. For many years after World War I, surviving members kept this tradition alive.

Challenge coins may not be attached to belt buckles or key rings and still be considered challenge coins, and they may not be defaced in any way (such as drilling a hole to attach to a lanyard). A generally safe place to carry a coin is in a pouch worn around the neck (like the pilot in the legend). Carrying a challenge coin in the wallet is problematic because the distinctive circular bulge identifies the individual as a military member, a serious security consideration in many places, and because it can loosely resemble a condom (and therefore open the individual up to jokes from friends).
Here endeth the lesson.

One other note: Tony brought the complete story of Franklin and his journeys to us on CD. I hope to soon be publishing that story, and perhaps the video, here.

Bull, out.  End of Article

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Remembering…

THAT is what Memorial Day is all about. Yet even on this day, while our Armed Forces are in harm’s way in far away lands and while our borders leak like sieves and our Border Patrol officers are totally overrun, most Americans will grill hot dogs, eat chips, and watch various ballgames on the tube. Most Americans will enjoy a nice pool and then hit the house and cool off in a nice air-conditioned environment while our soldiers fight and die for our Rights and Freedoms in a vast sandbox with temperatures reaching 110+ degrees.

Enjoy your swim. Enjoy your hot dogs, chips, and ball games. Stay cool in your safe homes. However, take at least a moment – just one short minute – to remember those who have fought and died for your Freedom to do these things. Remember also those that continue to fight and die this very day for those Rights you enjoy every day as free Americans. Remember them all in your prayers today and every day, no matter to what Gods you pray.

As a final thought on this Memorial Day let me ask you all to find a Veteran, (they are everywhere), and simply say “Thank you”. It will mean a lot to them – and you.

tombstones Remembering...

In Rememberance,
Mark “Omar the Bull” Jones
Mobile, AL  End of Article

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Dan Roy.

Happy Birthday, my Brother. More than that, my older brother.

You taught me much in our too limited time together. How to shoot and actually hit a target. The best places to fish, even if it did cost a broken bone – or two – or more! The small things you taught me are endless and if not ‘life changing’ those things are at the very least the best of memories.

I should write much more, but the tears make it too hard to see the screen. Remember this, Dear Brother:

I love you and I miss you more every day I live. One day we will tramp together again.

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“Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children’s children what it was once like in the United States where men were free.”

“You and I have a rendezvous with destiny. We will preserve for our children the last best hope of man on earth, or we will sentence them to take the first step into a thousand years of darkness. If we fail, at least let our children and our children’s children say of us we justified our brief moment here. We did all that could be done.”

~~~Ronald Reagan~~~  End of Article

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I know just how “geeky” it sounds, but if I had to pick one television show that has had the most influence upon my life I’d have to say it is Star Trek, (and the resulting spin-offs). Yesterday the news hit me that one of the immortal characters from the first series has passed on through the Galactic Barrier… Engineer Montgomary Scott, actor James Doohan, is gone from us at last.

James Doohan was born on March 3, 1920, in Vancouver, British Columbia, and spent his early years in there and in Sarnia, Ontario. Surviving the anguish of living with an alcoholic father, he left home at age 19 to join the Canadian Forces, fighting with the Allies in World War II. After outscoring his fellow soldiers on an officer’s exam, he became Captain in the Royal Canadian Artillery. While leading his men into battle on D-Day, Doohan was wounded in the leg and hand, and eventually lost a finger. For the remainder of the war, he became a pilot observer, and received the dubious distinction of being called the “craziest pilot in the Canadian Air Forces.”
After returning home to Canada, Doohan performed a few scenes for the local radio station, and was awarded a two-year scholarship to the Neighborhood Playhouse in New York City. Beginning in 1946, he trained at the Playhouse with Sanford Meisner, alongside such future stars as Leslie Nielsen, Tony Randall and Jackie Gleason.

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In the ensuing eight years, Doohan shuttled between New York and Canada where he worked on 4000 radio programs, 400 live and taped variety and dramatic television shows, several films and plays. Though he became known as Canada’s busiest actor, he eventually found himself following other fellow actors in the pilgrimage to Hollywood. There, his versatility and talent as a dialectician helped him earn parts in more than 100 motion pictures and television series, including The Twilight Zone, Outer Limits, Fantasy Island, “Loaded Weapon 1″ and “Double Trouble.” He has also appeared in the first seven Star Trek motion pictures.

The word is given… Warp Speed, Scotty. We’ll miss you.
Omar, out.

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For the record, the following is a true copy of the email I sent to American Gold Star Mothers. I urge all my readers to do the same. Stand behind the troops. Stand with their moms!

To: goldstarmoms@yahoo.com
Subject: Your Failure

American Gold Star Mothers,

I am an American Veteran and I am writing to you concerning you treatment of Ligaya Lagman. Her 27-year-old son, Army Staff Sgt. Anthony Lagman (American Hero), was killed last year in Afghanistan. Yet your organization has seen fit to deny her full Gold Star Mother status. Non-citizen or not, she is the mother of one of our Fallen Heroes. It isn’t even as if she lives in some far off land. The woman is a permanent resident and a tax-payer!

I find myself wondering about this incident and have written on my blog questioning how many mothers of black Americans killed in combat may have been denied Gold Star status as well in times not-so distant. After all, it is but a small step from the xenophobic reaction of yours towards Ms. Lagman and old fashioned racial bigotry.

You dare post on your website the following:
“American Gold Star Mothers was incorporated in Washington, DC and granted
a Federal Charter by the ninety-eighth Congress. That was in 1929, and in the years
since, through times of war and times of peace, this organization of American mothers
has changed, grown, and always been there when needed.”

I submit that you have not either changed, nor grown. Further, I am writing to my Congressmen and Senators demanding that your Charter and any further funding be pulled immediately. I will also promote a letter writing campaign via bloggers nationwide to the same effect.

You owe Ligaya Lagman an apology. A public apology. There is no room in today’s America for such bigotry as you have shown in this case. Do the right thing. Change your rules, give Ms. Lagman the recognition she deserves, and join the rest of us in Honoring ALL of our Fallen Heroes.

Sincerely,

Mark T. Jones, US Navy Veteran
Mobile, AL

Granted, they dispute the federal funding. No matter. They STILL have much to answer for! This Nation is at war. We must stand behind the families – and in my mind especially the Mothers – of our Fallen. If we fail to do so we will have disgraced ourselves as a people.

Omar, out.  End of Article

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