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FINALLY - HE IS HOME!

Thanks for the welcome back everyone, It is truly appreciated.
Still trying to re-acclimate to things...Lonnie will have some stories I'm sure, but it sure is nice to be back.

John
 
When The Warrior Returns

- Francis Scott Key

When the warrior returns, from the battle afar,
To the home and the country he nobly defended,
O! Warm be the welcome to gladden his ear,
And loud be the joy that his perils are ended:
In the full tide of song let his fame roll along,
To the feast-flowing board let us gratefully throng,
Where, mixed with the olive, the laurel shall wave,
And form a bright wreath for the brows of the brave.

Columbians! A band of your brothers behold,
Who claim the reward of your hearts' warm emotion,
When your cause, when your honor, urged onward the bold,
In vain frowned the desert, in vain raged the ocean:
To a far distant shore, to the battle's wild roar,
They rushed, your fair fame and your rights to secure:
Then, mixed with the olive, the laurel shall wave,
And form a bright wreath for the brows of the brave.

In the conflict resistless, each toil they endured,
'Till their foes fled dismayed from the war's desolation:
And pale beamed the Crescent, its splendor obscured
By the light of the Star Spangled flag of our nation.
Where each radiant star gleamed a meteor of war,
And the turbaned heads bowed to its terrible glare,
Now, mixed with the olive, the laurel shall wave,
And form a bright wreath for the brows of the brave.

Our fathers, who stand on the summit of fame,
Shall exultingly hear of their sons the proud story:
How their young bosoms glow'd with the patriot flame,
How they fought, how they fell, in the blaze of their glory.
How triumphant they rode o'er the wondering flood,
And stained the blue waters with infidel blood;
How, mixed with the olive, the laurel did wave,
And formed a bright wreath for the brows of the brave.

Then welcome the warrior returned from afar,
To the home and the country he nobly defended:
Let the thanks due to valor now gladden his ear,
And loud be the joy that his perils are ended.
In the full tide of song let his fame roll along,
To the feast-flowing board let us gratefully throng,
Where, mixed with the olive, the laurel shall wave,
And form a bright wreath for the brows of the bravo.

Good to see you home, John. Thanks for your service. :patriot:
 
Welcome back

GI-John said:
I told her to break out the PB Blaster and wire brush.

And that's some kinky stuff right there.
 
Welcome home John. glad to know ya safely survived 18 hours in a plane cooped up with a bunch other stanky dudes;)


have fun, drink a lot of homebrew for me at NW Fest
 
ladywolf said:
Welcome home John. glad to know ya safely survived 18 hours in a plane cooped up with a bunch other stanky dudes;)


have fun, drink a lot of homebrew for me at NW Fest

30 hours, thank you, and I drank 6 dollar a cup coffee in Budapest and Keflavik.

I'll see you soon!

John
 
GI-John said:
30 hours, thank you, and I drank 6 dollar a cup coffee in Budapest and Keflavik.

I'll see you soon!

John



they actually let you guys off the plane?:D
 
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