haha...
We bagged the bastard... alive@!!!!
...
Ashley=bitch
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Third body found buried in home
Thursday, December 11, 2003 Posted: 11:53 AM EST (1653 GMT)
HAMMOND, Indiana (AP) -- A third body was discovered buried beneath a layer of freshly poured concrete in the basement of a rundown apartment house, and authorities began autopsies Thursday to determine how the victims died.
The remains, discovered during a search for three missing teenagers, were found covered in heavy layers of plastic and duct tape. Police used a jackhammer and hand tools to find and removed the bodies from the concrete.
"The person took a long time in doing this," Lake County Coroner David Pastrick said Thursday. "It took a while for our pathologist to remove all that was around the body."
Two of the bodies were identified as white males. Pastrick declined to immediately discuss details of the third.
A tenant described as "a person of interest" had been taken into custody and was being questioned, Police Chief John Cory said. Cory would not identify the person in custody. No criminal charges were immediately filed.
Police have not said what led to them house where the bodies were found, but city officials said they have battled gang activity for years in the neighborhood of tightly packed, rundown homes.
Denise Moll and Paul Goddard wait for any word about their missing friend, Nick James, as authorities continued their search for bodies at a home in Hammond, Indiana.
Three male teenagers, ages 19, 16 and 13, had been reported missing in the area in recent months, Officer Michael Jorden said. The youngest, Michael Dennis, was last seen September 10 at a home near the one that was searched.
Joanna Gilkison, Dennis' aunt, waited outside the house as police worked.
"We're just hoping it's not him, but we don't know," Gilkison said.
Officers have also searched in and around the two-story apartment house using ground-penetrating radar equipment and a dog trained to search for bodies, Cory said. Tarps were hung between the house and the home next door, and newspapers covered a first-floor window to block views of the search.
Thursday, December 11, 2003 Posted: 11:53 AM EST (1653 GMT)
HAMMOND, Indiana (AP) -- A third body was discovered buried beneath a layer of freshly poured concrete in the basement of a rundown apartment house, and authorities began autopsies Thursday to determine how the victims died.
The remains, discovered during a search for three missing teenagers, were found covered in heavy layers of plastic and duct tape. Police used a jackhammer and hand tools to find and removed the bodies from the concrete.
"The person took a long time in doing this," Lake County Coroner David Pastrick said Thursday. "It took a while for our pathologist to remove all that was around the body."
Two of the bodies were identified as white males. Pastrick declined to immediately discuss details of the third.
A tenant described as "a person of interest" had been taken into custody and was being questioned, Police Chief John Cory said. Cory would not identify the person in custody. No criminal charges were immediately filed.
Police have not said what led to them house where the bodies were found, but city officials said they have battled gang activity for years in the neighborhood of tightly packed, rundown homes.
Denise Moll and Paul Goddard wait for any word about their missing friend, Nick James, as authorities continued their search for bodies at a home in Hammond, Indiana.
Three male teenagers, ages 19, 16 and 13, had been reported missing in the area in recent months, Officer Michael Jorden said. The youngest, Michael Dennis, was last seen September 10 at a home near the one that was searched.
Joanna Gilkison, Dennis' aunt, waited outside the house as police worked.
"We're just hoping it's not him, but we don't know," Gilkison said.
Officers have also searched in and around the two-story apartment house using ground-penetrating radar equipment and a dog trained to search for bodies, Cory said. Tarps were hung between the house and the home next door, and newspapers covered a first-floor window to block views of the search.
A question to think about...
If the government has no knowledge of aliens, then why does Title 14, Section 1211 of the Code of Federal Regulations, implemented on July 16, 1969, make it illegal for U.S. citizens to have any contact with extraterrestrials or their vehicles?
For Old Times Sake...
Simply for old times sake...
Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"... Damn kids.
They're all alike.
But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him? I am a hacker, enter my world... Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me... Damn underachiever.
They're all alike.
I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..." Damn kid. Probably copied it.
They're all alike.
I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me... Or thinks I'm a smart ass... Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here... Damn kid. All he does is play games.
They're all alike.
And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all... Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again.
They're all alike...
You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert. This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals. Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for. I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all...
After all, we're all alike.
+++The Mentor+++
Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"... Damn kids.
They're all alike.
But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him? I am a hacker, enter my world... Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me... Damn underachiever.
They're all alike.
I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..." Damn kid. Probably copied it.
They're all alike.
I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me... Or thinks I'm a smart ass... Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here... Damn kid. All he does is play games.
They're all alike.
And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all... Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again.
They're all alike...
You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert. This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals. Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for. I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all...
After all, we're all alike.
+++The Mentor+++
*cough*
www.geocities.com/lorcantierney/index.html
gamecube and stuff
"the scroll the scroll.... the button the button... spreadin so smooth like the butter on the muffin..."
and on a non strong bad note... been playing gamecube all day... have luigis mansion, super mario sunshine, metroid, star fox... and 2 rentals from a thing like netflix... rented XIII and Enter the Matrix.
and on a non strong bad note... been playing gamecube all day... have luigis mansion, super mario sunshine, metroid, star fox... and 2 rentals from a thing like netflix... rented XIII and Enter the Matrix.
Oh my god....
Oh my god... there is a neopets TCG (trading card game) now...
hahaha...
Hahah... saw this for the second time today... thought I'd post it..
LETTER FROM A FARM KID . . . NOW AT SAN DIEGO MARINE CORPS RECRUIT DEPOT
Dear Ma and Pa:
I am well Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the
Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before maybe all of the places are filled. I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 A.M., but am getting so I like to sleep late.
Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot
and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing. Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there's warm water.
Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs,
bacon, etc.,but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food. But tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you till noon when you get fed again.
It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on "route" marches, which the Platoon Sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it is not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks. The country is nice, but awful flat.
The Sergeant is like a schoolteacher. He nags some. The Capt.'s like
the school board. Majors and Colonels just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none.
This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting
medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don't move. And it ain't shooting at you, like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes. Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy.It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home. I'm about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake He joined up the same time as me. But I'm only 5'6" and 130 pounds and he's 6'8" and weighs near 300 pounds dry.
Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers
get onto this setup and come stampeding in.
Your loving daughter,
Gail
LETTER FROM A FARM KID . . . NOW AT SAN DIEGO MARINE CORPS RECRUIT DEPOT
Dear Ma and Pa:
I am well Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the
Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before maybe all of the places are filled. I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 A.M., but am getting so I like to sleep late.
Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot
and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing. Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there's warm water.
Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs,
bacon, etc.,but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food. But tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you till noon when you get fed again.
It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on "route" marches, which the Platoon Sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it is not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks. The country is nice, but awful flat.
The Sergeant is like a schoolteacher. He nags some. The Capt.'s like
the school board. Majors and Colonels just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none.
This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting
medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don't move. And it ain't shooting at you, like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes. Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy.It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home. I'm about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake He joined up the same time as me. But I'm only 5'6" and 130 pounds and he's 6'8" and weighs near 300 pounds dry.
Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers
get onto this setup and come stampeding in.
Your loving daughter,
Gail
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Paid for my gamecube today... Should have it, my zelda disc, and a few other games here sometime next week or the week after... *yawns* It all needs to get here... heh.
yay!!
Yay my s-video to rca cable got here!!!! Buh-Bye 17 inch monitor... hello 54 inch tv...
My day that sucked...
I don't want to re-type all of this... so here it is in IM form... basically its telling about how stupid my work is making us park in a flooded field today...
Ryan Mercer: mother fuckers
Ryan Mercer: work is stupid
Ryan Mercer: when we got that at 4 am this morning
Ryan Mercer: they had us park in a field
Ryan Mercer: that already had standing water
Ryan Mercer: and it was raining...
Ryan Mercer: so like... I go out there at 1 to leave
Ryan Mercer: and most of the peoples cars... have sunk
Ryan Mercer: like one chicks car... you can't see her tirewells anymore
Ryan Mercer: because she's sunk so much
Ryan Mercer: and me
Philodox2000: lol
Ryan Mercer: I had sunk about 4 inches
Ryan Mercer: I worked myself out about 5 feet
Philodox2000: why did you park in a field
Ryan Mercer: about 100 yards to go...
Ryan Mercer: and I got stuck bad
Ryan Mercer: like REAL bad
Ryan Mercer: my truck was about as high as a car
Philodox2000: crazy
Ryan Mercer: (they had us park in the field because the parking lot was for the mass of customers)
Ryan Mercer: so then
Ryan Mercer: one chicks boyfriend shows up
Ryan Mercer: in his denali with towing cables
Philodox2000: lol
Ryan Mercer: to get her out (she's the one who's tire wells are no longer visible)
Ryan Mercer: he decides he can't get her out
Ryan Mercer: and he sees me trying to get out
Ryan Mercer: so he starts pulling on me
Ryan Mercer: gets me about 20-30 more yards
Ryan Mercer: then I get dug in real bad and he's still fine
Ryan Mercer: so he leaves to go put his snow tires on his denali and get a friend
Ryan Mercer: and then the friend comes back in some big ass suv with like giant ass mudders on it
Ryan Mercer: and they BOTH start pulling me
Ryan Mercer: we get almost all they way out and I get dug in real real real bad
Ryan Mercer: so finally we are all 3 just gunnin it in reverse as hard as we can... and we finally got me out
Ryan Mercer: and then we look over at the 30some CARS still over there
Ryan Mercer: and are like
Ryan Mercer: "uh... no"
Ryan Mercer: mother fuckers
Ryan Mercer: work is stupid
Ryan Mercer: when we got that at 4 am this morning
Ryan Mercer: they had us park in a field
Ryan Mercer: that already had standing water
Ryan Mercer: and it was raining...
Ryan Mercer: so like... I go out there at 1 to leave
Ryan Mercer: and most of the peoples cars... have sunk
Ryan Mercer: like one chicks car... you can't see her tirewells anymore
Ryan Mercer: because she's sunk so much
Ryan Mercer: and me
Philodox2000: lol
Ryan Mercer: I had sunk about 4 inches
Ryan Mercer: I worked myself out about 5 feet
Philodox2000: why did you park in a field
Ryan Mercer: about 100 yards to go...
Ryan Mercer: and I got stuck bad
Ryan Mercer: like REAL bad
Ryan Mercer: my truck was about as high as a car
Philodox2000: crazy
Ryan Mercer: (they had us park in the field because the parking lot was for the mass of customers)
Ryan Mercer: so then
Ryan Mercer: one chicks boyfriend shows up
Ryan Mercer: in his denali with towing cables
Philodox2000: lol
Ryan Mercer: to get her out (she's the one who's tire wells are no longer visible)
Ryan Mercer: he decides he can't get her out
Ryan Mercer: and he sees me trying to get out
Ryan Mercer: so he starts pulling on me
Ryan Mercer: gets me about 20-30 more yards
Ryan Mercer: then I get dug in real bad and he's still fine
Ryan Mercer: so he leaves to go put his snow tires on his denali and get a friend
Ryan Mercer: and then the friend comes back in some big ass suv with like giant ass mudders on it
Ryan Mercer: and they BOTH start pulling me
Ryan Mercer: we get almost all they way out and I get dug in real real real bad
Ryan Mercer: so finally we are all 3 just gunnin it in reverse as hard as we can... and we finally got me out
Ryan Mercer: and then we look over at the 30some CARS still over there
Ryan Mercer: and are like
Ryan Mercer: "uh... no"
...
Bad Santa is a good movie.
Happy...
Happy Thanksgiving all.
Save The Tribe in America- Season 5 on WAM
Take the time to fill out the petition to anyone I've ever had watch the tribe... and even if you haven't do it anyway...
Your help is needed to get season 5 for The Tribe on WAM! Please read and sign this petition for Season 5! We need at least 5000 people to sign it! Get your friends or anybody you know to sign it! Without your help America will not get season 5!
Where do we stand now?? In trouble thats where....
WAM has gotten a few letters and about 150 e-mails....
Becouse of this poor showing I think we need to start with something simple...
http://www.petitiononline.com/tribe5/petition.html
Your help is needed to get season 5 for The Tribe on WAM! Please read and sign this petition for Season 5! We need at least 5000 people to sign it! Get your friends or anybody you know to sign it! Without your help America will not get season 5!
Where do we stand now?? In trouble thats where....
WAM has gotten a few letters and about 150 e-mails....
Becouse of this poor showing I think we need to start with something simple...
http://www.petitiononline.com/tribe5/petition.html
Awww...
Damn... I didn't know Richard Pryor had multiple sclerosis.... I want to watch his special on comedy central sunday though... he is a pinoeer of stand up comedy... and a legend.
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This will make even a grown man cry... this will make the toughest of the tough cry...
Every day we see the reports of brave Americans dying, this puts a face on the statistics.
***********************************
A Daughter's Last Email
Jessica Blankenbecler, 14, e-mailed this final letter to her father, Command Sgt. Maj. James Blankenbecler, at 1:29 a.m. on Friday, Oct. 3., two days after he was killed in a convoy in Samara, Iraq. The Herald is publishing it, in its entirety, with the family's permission. Command Sergeant Major Blankenbecler was stationed here in Hawaii with the 25th Infantry Division on Schofield Barracks prior to his promotion to CSM.
Hi Daddy,
Sorry I haven't written to you in a while. A lot of things have been going
on. I miss you so much. How have you been? Is heaven everything it says it
is? I know it's probably that and more. I can't wait 'till I can come join
you again. I miss you so much - just being here for me to hold your hand and
you calling me "princess." But one day we can do this again. But it will be
even better because Jesus will be with us. I keep going in your office to
see all your things and your awards that you have gotten over the years. You
accomplished so much. I am proud you were my daddy; I would not have chosen
anyone else. I like to go into your closet, too and just touch and smell all
your clothes ... it gives me so many memories that I miss so much. Sitting
at this table I see your writing on a little piece of paper telling me and
mom what e-mail and address in Iraq to write to you ... CSM JAMES D.
BLANKENBECLER, 1-44 ADA. I love to just look at your handwriting so much.
I have your military ring on right now. It's kind of big for my little
finger, but it makes me feel you're holding my hand when I have it on ....
It's been on since we found out the news. I have your driver's license with
me, too, so I can just look at you whenever I want. You have a little smile
this time. When we went to get them done in El Paso I asked you to just
smile this time ... and you did it just for me. I also was looking at your
car keys and that little brown leather pouch you always had on your key
chain. It made me cry a lot when I picked it up. Everything reminds me of
you so much. When we pass by Chili's I remember you sitting across from me
eating your favorite salad. You always told the waiter to take off the
little white crunchy things ... because you hated them. And when we drive by
billboards that say "An Army of One," it makes me remember you in your
military uniform. How you always made a crunching sound when you walked, and
how you shined your big boots every night before you went to bed. I miss
seeing that all the time. Little things that I took for granted when you
were here seem priceless now.
One thing that I regret is when you wanted to open my car door for me, but I
always got it myself. I wish I would have let you do it. And when you wanted
to hold my hand, I sometimes would pull away because I didn't want people to
see me holding my daddy's hand ... I feel so ashamed that I cared what
people thought of me walking down the parking lot holding your hand. But now
I would give anything just to feel the warmth of your hand holding mine.
I can't believe this has happened to my daddy ... the best daddy in the
whole world. It feels so unreal, like you're still in Iraq. You were only
there for 17 days. Why did they have to kill you? Why couldn't they know how
loved you are here? Why couldn't they know? You have so many friends that
love you with all their hearts and you affected each and every person you
have met in your lifetime. Why couldn't they know? When I get shots at the
hospital I won't have my daddy's thumb to hold tight. Why couldn't they know
I loved for you to call me "princess"? Why couldn't they know if they killed
you I would not have a daddy to walk me down the aisle when I get married?
Why couldn't they know all this? Why? I know that you are gone now, but it
only means that I have another angel watching over me for the rest of my
life. That's the only way I can think of this being good. There is no other
way I can think of it.
All the kids at my school know about your death. They even had a moment of
silence for you at our football game. A lot of my teachers came over to try
to comfort me and mom. They all ask if they can get us anything, but the
only thing anyone can do is give me my daddy back ... and I don't think
anyone can do that.
You always told me and mom you never wanted to die in a stupid way like a
car accident or something like that. And you really didn't die in a stupid
way ... you died in the most honorable way a man like you could - protecting
me, mom, Joseph, Amanda and the rest of the United States.
In the Bible it says everyone is put on this earth for a purpose, and once
they accomplished this you can return to Jesus. I did not know at first what
you did so soon to come home to God. But I thought about it - you have done
everything. You have been the best husband, father, son and soldier in the
world. And everyone knows this.
One of my teachers called me from El Paso and told me that when her dad died
he always told her, "when you walk outside the first star you see is me."
She told me that it is the same for me and you. I needed to talk to you last
night, and I walked outside and looked up ... and I saw the brightest star
in the sky. I knew that was you right away, because you are now the
brightest star in heaven.
I love you so much, daddy. Only you and I know this. Words can't even begin
to show how much. But I tried to tell you in this letter, just a portion of
my love for you. I will miss you, daddy, with all of my heart. I will always
be your little girl and I will never forget that...
I love you daddy, I will miss you!!
P.S. I have never been so proud of my last name.
Sunrise - June 27, 1963
Sunset - October 1, 2003
***********************************
That letter reminds me of the first few days after my dad died... I kept his DL with me... smelled his clothes a lot, and I even set up an outfit in his chair and stuffed it a bit so it would stay there... had shoes on it and all for a while...
-The Wolf
Every day we see the reports of brave Americans dying, this puts a face on the statistics.
***********************************
A Daughter's Last Email
Jessica Blankenbecler, 14, e-mailed this final letter to her father, Command Sgt. Maj. James Blankenbecler, at 1:29 a.m. on Friday, Oct. 3., two days after he was killed in a convoy in Samara, Iraq. The Herald is publishing it, in its entirety, with the family's permission. Command Sergeant Major Blankenbecler was stationed here in Hawaii with the 25th Infantry Division on Schofield Barracks prior to his promotion to CSM.
Hi Daddy,
Sorry I haven't written to you in a while. A lot of things have been going
on. I miss you so much. How have you been? Is heaven everything it says it
is? I know it's probably that and more. I can't wait 'till I can come join
you again. I miss you so much - just being here for me to hold your hand and
you calling me "princess." But one day we can do this again. But it will be
even better because Jesus will be with us. I keep going in your office to
see all your things and your awards that you have gotten over the years. You
accomplished so much. I am proud you were my daddy; I would not have chosen
anyone else. I like to go into your closet, too and just touch and smell all
your clothes ... it gives me so many memories that I miss so much. Sitting
at this table I see your writing on a little piece of paper telling me and
mom what e-mail and address in Iraq to write to you ... CSM JAMES D.
BLANKENBECLER, 1-44 ADA. I love to just look at your handwriting so much.
I have your military ring on right now. It's kind of big for my little
finger, but it makes me feel you're holding my hand when I have it on ....
It's been on since we found out the news. I have your driver's license with
me, too, so I can just look at you whenever I want. You have a little smile
this time. When we went to get them done in El Paso I asked you to just
smile this time ... and you did it just for me. I also was looking at your
car keys and that little brown leather pouch you always had on your key
chain. It made me cry a lot when I picked it up. Everything reminds me of
you so much. When we pass by Chili's I remember you sitting across from me
eating your favorite salad. You always told the waiter to take off the
little white crunchy things ... because you hated them. And when we drive by
billboards that say "An Army of One," it makes me remember you in your
military uniform. How you always made a crunching sound when you walked, and
how you shined your big boots every night before you went to bed. I miss
seeing that all the time. Little things that I took for granted when you
were here seem priceless now.
One thing that I regret is when you wanted to open my car door for me, but I
always got it myself. I wish I would have let you do it. And when you wanted
to hold my hand, I sometimes would pull away because I didn't want people to
see me holding my daddy's hand ... I feel so ashamed that I cared what
people thought of me walking down the parking lot holding your hand. But now
I would give anything just to feel the warmth of your hand holding mine.
I can't believe this has happened to my daddy ... the best daddy in the
whole world. It feels so unreal, like you're still in Iraq. You were only
there for 17 days. Why did they have to kill you? Why couldn't they know how
loved you are here? Why couldn't they know? You have so many friends that
love you with all their hearts and you affected each and every person you
have met in your lifetime. Why couldn't they know? When I get shots at the
hospital I won't have my daddy's thumb to hold tight. Why couldn't they know
I loved for you to call me "princess"? Why couldn't they know if they killed
you I would not have a daddy to walk me down the aisle when I get married?
Why couldn't they know all this? Why? I know that you are gone now, but it
only means that I have another angel watching over me for the rest of my
life. That's the only way I can think of this being good. There is no other
way I can think of it.
All the kids at my school know about your death. They even had a moment of
silence for you at our football game. A lot of my teachers came over to try
to comfort me and mom. They all ask if they can get us anything, but the
only thing anyone can do is give me my daddy back ... and I don't think
anyone can do that.
You always told me and mom you never wanted to die in a stupid way like a
car accident or something like that. And you really didn't die in a stupid
way ... you died in the most honorable way a man like you could - protecting
me, mom, Joseph, Amanda and the rest of the United States.
In the Bible it says everyone is put on this earth for a purpose, and once
they accomplished this you can return to Jesus. I did not know at first what
you did so soon to come home to God. But I thought about it - you have done
everything. You have been the best husband, father, son and soldier in the
world. And everyone knows this.
One of my teachers called me from El Paso and told me that when her dad died
he always told her, "when you walk outside the first star you see is me."
She told me that it is the same for me and you. I needed to talk to you last
night, and I walked outside and looked up ... and I saw the brightest star
in the sky. I knew that was you right away, because you are now the
brightest star in heaven.
I love you so much, daddy. Only you and I know this. Words can't even begin
to show how much. But I tried to tell you in this letter, just a portion of
my love for you. I will miss you, daddy, with all of my heart. I will always
be your little girl and I will never forget that...
I love you daddy, I will miss you!!
P.S. I have never been so proud of my last name.
Sunrise - June 27, 1963
Sunset - October 1, 2003
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That letter reminds me of the first few days after my dad died... I kept his DL with me... smelled his clothes a lot, and I even set up an outfit in his chair and stuffed it a bit so it would stay there... had shoes on it and all for a while...
-The Wolf
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when I speak of sexual tension... why can't good looking women offer to prescribe and administer moist pressure treatments?
Любовь - все, что я нуждаюсь.
Я только хочу быть любим. Это - все, что я хочу. Также это была неделя, с тех пор как я говорил с Раслана ... она вероятно вещи, которые я забыл о ней... Я только не могу позволить себе, чтобы говорить с нею снова в течение другой недели или так ..., пока мне не платят снова ... афтерол, она находится в России ..., и говорящий с нею становится немного дорогим... Я надеюсь, что она действительно прощает мне, когда я могу говорить с нею снова. Однако я должен посчитать меня девочкой здесь ... кто - то, кто будет любить меня и позволять мне любить их. Кто - то, кто будет заботиться обо мне и будет там для меня ... кто - то, я могу провести мое свободное время с и наслаждаться их компанией.
- Волк
- Волк
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Oh my god... there is this fine ass 18 year old at zendik... thats it... I'm leaving... hahahahahaa