Peace. What a concept. And yet growing up I can remember my dad being my hero. Seeing him come home in his uniform. Watching him bring out those Time-Life books and see how his eyes would light up when he showed me those pictures of gore. Hearing talk about the Korean War through his actual experiences and how it was different for him during the time he spent in the Viet Nam war. How he went into the Army when he was 17 after his mother signed for him so he could enlist. Then thinking back how growing up was like being in basic training. Picking up and leaving for a new place to live every time he was transferred to a different base. And learning how to do the same when I lived with my mom since my step dad later was regular Army, too. Watching mom when my dad and step dad would get together while they shared their stories of war. Seeing how my step dad looked in his uniform. And how they met in Playcoo, Vietnam. Listening to mom talk about how it was to be an Army wife and the inspections she endured because it seemed like we lived on bases for a long time. Later remembering how much fun my grandmother and me had cutting up his uniforms to make quilts. Today, I called my older sister who has the same dad and mom as me to remember what it was like growing up from pillar to post like a yoyo between the two. She is my hero for she like me remember what it was like growing up in basic training. After the call I made to her she told me that she loved me and I told her the same. It was very peaceful.

apparently when you don't believe in something it disapears...

*twightlight zone theme*

thanx for the honor Di.From you it is a heady compliment.I vote aye for the human of the day!!
thanx again.

I think I need a dictionary for these forums. Can you all please use two syllable words for dumb folks like myself? I feel like George Bush Jr sometimes.

I love you because you are human.

Ahhhhhh, a place where there is not yet any hatred. I sincerely hope it stays that way. Good job anoasis! Nite everyone!

an Oasis filled with coffee...for humans....


sounds like home

Hey - I'll post here. I even have a story. There's an old guy comes into my work. We donate bread, bagels and cakes to various organization. This 'ol guy collects for the veterans association. He's a WWI vet, yea old. I have to put take his stuff out and get it in the car for him. He brings us all lollipops and ALWAYS remebers to ask me about school. We compared our tatoos last summer.

Anyway, he was part of a group that got to go to Washington about a week ago. He told me about it, how few WWI vets there were and how proud he was to be there, and when he told be his eyes filled with tears and we hugged.

That 'ol guy still serves his country, oddly he brings food to a few needy veterans, while our countries past and present politicians have annual pensions fare exceeding a life time of social security benefits.

enjoy your day off tomorrow.

Thanks for this thread, we are all human, after all.

Ah....I like the sound of this place. I am human and I enjoy being. But I don't like coffee, so maybe it's not the right place for me.

The rumor that I am an alien is a gross exaggeration. I am a light being having a human experience. I hope that counts.

We remember our fallen and honour those who have served on Remembrance Day ... Novemeber 11

We did just have a long weekend this past weekend... Victoria Day ... a remnant of the commonwealth and the birth of Queen Victoria.

That mango iced tea sounds perfect. Thank you!

A coffeehouse? For Human Beings?


Ahhhhhh, now this feels like a comfy place ... as close to a label-free zone as I've been able to find ...


Thank you anoasis ... I think I'll pull up the cushy chair in the corner and settle in with an iced tea and an interesting book ...