What:  Chapter XXI Fall Meeting

Where: La Hacienda Hotel, The Villages. Meeting to be hosted by Jimmy and Shirley Steele. More details later

When   October 10th thru 12th.

 How  With Camaraderie.

 

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Listen Up...Hot Info

7/30/2008: Jim Ramsden

Hi folks,

I'll give you the short version. I had a CT scan on Monday and was scheduled to have chemo after that, but my Doc put

a squash on the chemo. We had a long talk and she said the chemo is not working and the cancer is spreading. She's trying to get me an appointment to see the radiation specialist here, and want me to go to Seattle to see a top Lymphoma specialist there.

 I asked my Doc how much time I have left, and she told me less than a year. While I still plan on fighting the cancer as much as I can, but barring any miracle, Fran and I plan to move lock, stock and barrel back to Florida towards the end

of the year. I'll get someone to pack up those items we want to take and use my cargo trailer to move.

Kim lives in Clearwater and I want to be buried at the Veteran's cemetery, so it's better to make things as easy for Fran and Kim as possible.

 Frank, this isn't a secret, I just want to let the Chapter know that Fran can count on some help when the time comes.

 I'll keep you all posted on any future develops as they occur.

                                                                                                 Jim

 

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Sick Call

8/2/2008: Charlie Blitcha in for back surgery on July 14, 2008 and a report from him on the 20th, states that he has returned to his lair. He is having some pain but getting better each day. He also wants to thank all the well wishers.

 

8/2/2008: Our thoughts go out to Bob Dewey who is going through a rough patch.

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Taps

None to report this month. Keep saying those prayers.

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Old Soldiers Never Die

There is an old cookhouse, far far away
Where we get pork and beans, three times a day.
Beefsteak we never see, damn-all sugar for our tea
And we are gradually fading away.

 Old soldiers never die,
Never die, never die,
Old soldiers never die
They just fade away.
Privates they love their
beer, 'most every day.
Corporals, they love their stripes, that's what they say.
Sergeants they love to drill. Guess them bastards always will
So we drill and drill until we fade away.

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I was that which others did not want to be.
I went where others feared to go, and did what others failed to do.
I ask nothing from those who gave nothing, and reluctantly accept the thought of eternal loneliness... should I fail.
I have seen the face of terror; felt the stinging cold of fear; and enjoyed.
I have cried, pained, and hoped, but most of all, I have lived times others would say were best forgotten.
At least someday I will be able to say I was proud of what I was...
A Special forces Soldier

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