The inspiring true story of a US Special Forces soldier who was medically retired after stepping on an IED, and his incredible return to active duty. Sergeant First Class (SFC) Ryan Hendrickson is a brave, determined, and courageous soldier — a Green Beret clearing the way for his twelve-man team while conducting combat operations against the Taliban. As the “tip of the spear,” his role is to ensure the route taken by U.S. and Afghan troops are free of IEDs — improvised explosive devices. Many soldiers do not survive their last step; those who do often lose at least one limb.
One of the many biographical accounts of war I have read.
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Whenever we get together Laughter comes along No need for jokes or even a song We love and know each other well Results bringing old waters to the well All in fun and never to hurt Meanings sometime revert And take us back to a time or two Then laughter brings the memories through.
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Time flies, spins too fast If life’s easy, the spin doesn’t last Children are the future and we see them grow But every day you think, please let it slow Around and around pointed hands spin Keeping time as the pendulum swings Too fast.
Norma Rae is a 1979 American drama film directed by Martin Ritt from a screenplay written by Irving Ravetch and Harriet Frank Jr. The film is based on the true story of Crystal Lee Sutton – which was told in the 1975 book Crystal Lee, a Woman of Inheritance by reporter Henry P.
Reading his favorite book, a candle by the side, summer rain outside, it was a perfect day for the eighty year old man. The book was tattered but still perfectly fine to read on this cloudy day. He loved the soft drops landing on his window and the candle gave just enough light to read the well known passages. All of his lonely days captured on this day, August 12. Each year without her he would read her loved book, remembering how she would read it to him at night, in bed. As the afternoon grew darker, he stoked the fire and moved to the soft quilted bed, settled in by lamplight, to finish the tome.
All the wishful spoken promises and thoughts were untrue, no longer could Ruth pretend her secret meeting was hidden. Now her foolishness had her caught, trapped and a nice set of bruises to show for it.
Ruth was blind to the sinister creep’s dark side. It was simply a meeting in a sunny glade, surrounded by a copse of maple trees, so beautiful in autumn. It all seemed above board as she approached the clearing. A blanket laid on the grass, even a picnic basket…how romantic, Ruth thought. And he was there, beautiful in a light blue shirt that matched his eyes, sitting welcomely. She sat down and they continued a conversation they started online. Ruth was at ease and the wine delicious. As she began to feel drowsy, she started to feel anxious. Wine had never affected her like this before. She started to speak and passed out.
When Ruth woke up, she was alone. Her clothes were sitting, folded neatly beside her. She suddenly realized she was naked! She saw bruises on her thighs and arms. Ruth realized she had been attacked. She gathered up her belongings and walked back to her car, and headed straight to the police station. She had to report it, even though no one would probably believe her—she did meet him of her own free will, only knowing his online persona. Never again, she thought, as she sat at the detective’s desk.
The Bag Lady 
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