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March 28, 2008

 Today’s Announcement

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Drop In, Drop Out.
Bill Walker
missourisage@yahoo.com

Don't know if that is the right title, Drop In, Drop Out. I was
thinking today of different people I knew at one time, and we dropped
out. That is they went one way, I went another. We lost touch.
It is kind of sad the number of people I have known, and  lost touch
with for some reason or other. You may have the same feelings also.

People move, people stop coming by or something happens. They were
here one day, and then are gone. Kind of like the old,  all time
great movie, Gone With The Wind. Some you know are moving, and you
get to say "so long" while others are just gone, and you really don't
know when was the last time you had seen them. Things do happen you
know.

I remember  many people like that, here today, and gone the next. In a
person's life time there are countless people you have known. I was
thinking today of a doctor, he was the doctor that did the surgery on
my eyes. I was with him for at least 30 years. I got to know each of
the Dollies that worked in his operation. Some came and went, but
there was always a smooth change of one now and then. I asked
about that one day. Why,  after so long  a time, a certain one was no
longer there? She said well it had to do with nursing, some felt
like a change was good, while some just like working for the man. He
was a card at times. He said he had to work hard to make the girls a
job. Then one day I walked in and every one was new to me. Old Doc
had turned the place over to a new doctor. New doctor had his own
fleet of Dollies. I lost the whole mob in that deal. I never got to
say, "so long." It wasn't the same place anymore. Oh it was
same building, same rooms, but different Dollies, and it just wasn't
the same. The old Dollies knew me, called me by first name, the new
ones do that mister stuff. That young whipper snapper doctor says
mister also. Makes me feel old you know.

People drop in, and drop out of a person's life. Where, when, and
why, years later, gets a person to thinking. What ever happened
to..... (what was that fellow's name?) Even years later, it gets to be
hard to remember  someones name you knew quite well 20 or so years
ago. I can remember the face, the little funny thing they said, and
the way it was said, but what was the name? They  were here, and now
they're gone.

I remember when there was a Gambles Store here. I knew every one that
worked there, by name. They all made it over to the old Burwood Cafe,
for coffee, rolls, and some at noon for dinner. I still see the
faces, but names, no. I remember when some moved away. It was
kind of sad to say, "so long." Never heard of them again. Some times
I wonder what ever happened to them.

I remember mother telling of girls she grew up with, down in the sticks
of Thayer, Missouri. I know she kept track of a few for a time.
Then the letters stopped going back and forth. She said she wondered
if Rose Lee had died, she had no way of knowing. Maybe Rose Lee
thought my mother had died. People drop in and drop out.

You know I heard from a Dollie today. I thought she had gotten miffed
about something. It had been days since I heard from her last. I
thought she had dropped out. I was about ready to cry.
Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write
http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5

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Poetry Corner

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Brothers and sisters, ATTENTION:

The good people of Morton Illinois (near Peoria) are sponsoring a display of a traveling replica of the Vietnam Memorial Wall, May 1st - 4th ... and I will be there reading my poetry, and displaying my pictures. I would like to invite all of you to come by during this gathering of patriots, as well as those who need to know, to honor and remember our brothers who gave the ultimate sacrifice. American Legion Post #318 MORTON, Illinois, and Larry Stimeling (larrynamvet), are putting on a wonderful display to open the hearts and minds of AMERICA, and to honor with solemn remembrance the sacrifice of so many of our young princes ... our soldiers, our sons and daughters, our mothers and fathers, our brothers, our friends, who went into harm's way for us.  This long black wall honors those who paid the highest price, their all, for what they believed.  So come on by and pay tribute ... and say howdy ... I'll be there, and I will proudly shake your hand. For more info, contact: http://nam-vet.net/wthhome.htm 

Ode to the Medic

by Gary Jacobson © September 2005

Ode to the medic, who never stood so tall
As when reaching to help bothers who by enmities anger fall
For these combat physicians feel the spirit of duty's call

To administer aid in succor to those in pain
Give comforting solace to those who nagging battle stain
Regardless of man’s wind and fire and pouring rain.

A medic ministers tender relief in battle’s distress
Holds his brother’s hand in soothing caress
Praying withering fire for one moment be suppressed
Using healer's hands to mend the sore oppressed
Helping God to guide a dying brother to his final rest
To feed his brother’s soul in times of want so blessed.

Read the rest of the poem:

http://namtour.com/medic.html

Gary Jacobson

"My Thousand Yard Stare." You asked for a book of my poems ... well, here it is, 270 pages with over two hundred full color pictures and graphics in this book of my most popular poetry. Buy my book instantly at, http://namtour.com/marketplace.html with the security and ease of PayPal or your choice of credit cards.

If you wish it signed by the author, email me.

"Vietnam Picture Tour," http://namtour.com/namtour.html A walk in "the park" grunts called Vietnam, with the 1st Air Cavalry on combat patrol. Experience chilling reality to leave the sweet and sour taste of "the Nam" pungent on your tongue, the smell of "the Nam" acrid in your nostrils, and textures of "the Nam" imbedded in you as though you were walking beside me in combat.

My poignant poems directory, pictures and artwork to show the essence and feeling of war on young "boys next door," http://namtour.com/nampoemsNpix.html

Read my online novel, "A Walk in the Park, One Soldier's Vietnam."
http://namtour.com/Nam.html

"Realm Of Poetry," http://dreamerzz.tripod.com/SiteMap.html Poems of love and romance, spirituality and meditation, Golden Oldies, comedy, Quests of the regal knight Richard Lionheart to the crusades and seeking the Holy Grail, dueling dragons, frolicking fairies, and comedy....and also links to my site of riding that bestial ogre called war...

Announcing a March Madness 20% off sale for my book of Vietnam poems ... "My Thousand Yard Stare."  There are over two hundred full color pictures, beaucoup poems in this book of my most popular poetry. To get the 20% off you must purchase from me directly @: 

 Gary Jacobson, 6325 south Old Hwy 191, Malad, Idaho 83252

where I will gladly sign it.

Price during march madness is $20 - 20% + $6 postage = total $22 USA dollars.

I would appreciate your vote for "Vietnam Picture Tour!" as a "Top Military Site," at "Veterans Topsites." Just Click this link to vote: http://www.worldwidetopsites.com/php/in.php?id=knights
Vietnam Picture Tour is presently in 3rd place on "Military Topsites," due to your efforts ... only a vote or two out of first ... so whether you vote once, every day, or now and then... I sincerely Thank You! 

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The Homeless Vet

by Gary Jacobson © 2002

http://namtour.com/day.html

In acrimonious harmony outside my cardboard box

Late again for appointment to detox

Misfortune and calamity my pox

The crickets singing seems so monotonous

Throbbing in these times barbarous

Forlornly disingenuous.

They sing to an ambiguous apparition lying there

Still with far away gaze in a thousand yard stare

Far across the sea...back there

To an Asian neverland’s nowhere

As people pass on nearby streets without a care

Life, food, drink...home, no longer simple fare.

Old men still hump wily jungle’s to Viet Cong auspicious

Wounded eagles with pure faith assiduous

Still fighting for right with audacious daring

Giving all to the good fight na?vely baring

Bearing God awful fear burnt out in vacant eyes

Men that “the world” they loved now seemingly despise.

Men armed and dangerous gone to war’s gray hoary bedlam

Still bearing the right arm of freedom

Gone to share with the disenfranchised America’s wisdom

Called from a country more than life they love

Great innocence protected surely by powers above

Lost in war without, to find within, a peaceful dove...

Won’t you see me now

Out of step with “the world,” somehow

Forgotten in sorrow somehow

Still living life in old battlefields

Sleeping in vacant fields

Without a haven, home on my back

All life in my combat rucksack.

Once a nation’s prince with such a bright future

Lost now in life’s dizzying adventure...

Once the hope for a nation, before that foreign war

Now destitute, bridging hadean woes I abhor...

Caught up in a world where I no longer belong

Still wondering where it all went wrong...

Now wounded and tired, the one disenfranchised

The old warrior with the forlorn look in his eyes

Now hearing in cricket’s singing monotonous...

Helicopters bringing attack spontaneous

Still feeling in life...fear...death

Caught fighting still in cankered breath...

I'm still searching for the bullet with my name on it

Still fighting a war back in fetid jungle pit

Hiding from the day so long ago abandoning

Once a hero...now in resignation living

Down-and-out, indigent, penniless

Disillusioned by life seeming hopeless...

Lost still in the singing of the crickets monotonous...

Gary Jacobson

.    Readers Feedback

  Carol,
Thank you for running my story about All Her Children.  It looked really good and the perfect touch was following it up with the cute and funny story of Ceciles.  Left you with a good feeling after my sad one.  Hope you are doing ok.  What ever happened to the Jury Duty Caper? Clara

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