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History very worthy of remembering!!

Not only are the pictures awesome, but so are  the statistics! Please take time to read this and share with the younger generations.

 

    

During the 3-1/2 years of World War II that started with the Japanese bombing of Pearl Harbor in December of 1941 and ended with the surrender of Germany and Japan in 1945, “We the People of the U.S.A.” produced the following:

22 aircraft carriers

8 battleships

48 cruisers

349 destroyers

420 destroyer escorts

203 submarines

34 million tons of merchant ships

100,000 fighter aircraft

  98,000 bombers

  24,000 transport aircraft

  58,000 training aircraft

  93,000 tanks

  257,000 artillery pieces

105,000 mortars

3,000,000 machine guns and

2,500,000 military trucks

We put 16.1 million men in uniform in the various armed services, invaded Africa, invaded Sicily and Italy, won the battle for the Atlantic, planned and executed D-Day, marched across the Pacific and Europe, developed the atomic bomb and, ultimately, conquered Japan and Germany.

It’s amazing what America did in those days

Many of you already know the story, here is the update.

 

THE FINAL TOAST

The text below references the movie “Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo.”

There is a second film made in 1944 that details the “show” trials of the 11 airmen that were captured & tortured by the Japanese titled “The Purple Heart.”

Three were executed as war criminals, a fourth died in captivity.

The FINAL TOAST! They bombed Tokyo 78 years ago.

 

They once were among the most universally admired and revered men in the United States .. There were 80 of the Raiders in April 1942, when they carried out one of the most courageous and heart-stirring military operations in this nation’s history. The mere mention of their unit’s name, in those years, would bring tears to the eyes of grateful Americans.


Now only four survive

After Japan ‘s sneak attack on Pearl Harbor,with the United States reeling and wounded, something dramatic was needed to turn the war effort around.

 Even though there were no friendly airfields close enough to Japan

for the United States to launch a retaliation, a daring plan was devised.

Sixteen B-25s were modified so that they could take off from the deck of an aircraft carrier. This had never before been tried — sending such big, heavy bombers from a carrier.

 



The 16 five-man crews, under the command of Lt. Col. James Doolittle,

who himself flew the lead plane off the USS Hornet,

knew that they would not be able to return to the carrier.

They would have to hit Japan and then hope to make it to China for a safe landing.

But on the day of the raid, the Japanese military caught wind of the plan.

The Raiders were told that they would have to take off from much farther out

in the Pacific Ocean than they had counted on.

They were told that because of this they would not have enough fuel to make it to safety. And those men went anyway.



They bombed Tokyo and then flew as far as they could.

Four planes crash-landed; 11 more crews bailed out, and three of the Raiders died.

Eight more were captured; three were executed.

Another died of starvation in a Japanese prison camp. One crew made it to Russia .

The Doolittle Raiders sent a message from the United States to its enemies, and to the rest of the world: We will fight. And, no matter what it takes, we will win.

Of the 80 Raiders, 62 survived the war. They were celebrated as national heroes, models of bravery.

Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer produced a motion picture based on the raid; “Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo ,” starring Spencer Tracy and Van Johnson, was a patriotic and emotional box-office hit, and the phrase became part of the national lexicon. In the movie-theater previews for the film, MGM proclaimed that it was presenting the story…….“with supreme pride.”

 



Beginning in 1946, the surviving Raiders have held a reunion each April,

to commemorate the mission. The reunion is in a different city each year.

In 1959, the city of Tucson , Arizona , as a gesture of respect and gratitude,

presented the Doolittle Raiders with a set of 80 silver goblets.

Each goblet was engraved with the name of a Raider.



Every year, a wooden display case bearing all 80 goblets is transported to the reunion city.

Each time a Raider passes away, his goblet is turned upside down in the case at the next reunion,

as his old friends bear solemn witness.



Also in the wooden case is a bottle of 1896 Hennessy Very Special cognac.

The year is not happenstance: 1896 was when Jimmy Doolittle was born.



There has always been a plan: When there are only two surviving Raiders, they would open the bottle, at last drink from it, and toast their comrades who preceded them in death.

As 2013 began, there were five living Raiders; then, in February, Tom Griffin passed away at age 96.

What a man he was. After bailing out of his plane over a mountainous Chinese forest after the Tokyo raid, he became ill with malaria, and almost died. When he recovered, he was sent to Europe to fly more combat missions.

He was shot down, captured, and spent 22 months in a German prisoner of war camp.

The selflessness of these men, the sheer guts … There was a passage in the Cincinnati Enquirer obituary for Mr. Griffin that, on the surface, had nothing to do with the war, but that was emblematic of the depth of his sense of duty and devotion:

“When his wife became ill and needed to go into a nursing home, he visited her every day. He walked from his house to the nursing home, fed his wife, and at the end of the day brought home her clothes. At night, he washed and ironed her clothes. Then he walked them up to her room the next morning.

He did that for three years until her death in 2005.”

So now, out of the original 80, only four Raiders remain: Dick Cole (Doolittle’s co-pilot on the Tokyo raid), Robert Hite, Edward Saylor and David Thatcher. All are in their 90s. They have decided that there are too few of them for the public reunions to continue.

The events in Fort Walton Beach marked the end. It has come full circle;

Florida ‘s nearby Eglin Field was where the Raiders trained in secrecy for the Tokyo mission. The town planned to do all it can to honor the men: a six-day celebration of their valor, including luncheons, a dinner and a parade.

Do the men ever wonder if those of us for whom they helped save the country have tended to it in a way that is worthy of their sacrifice?

They don’t talk about that, at least not around other people.

But if you find yourself near Fort Walton Beach this week, and if you should encounter any of the Raiders, you might want to offer them a word of thanks.

I can tell you from first hand observation that they appreciate hearing that they are remembered.

The men have decided that after this final public reunion they will wait until a later date — sometime this year — to get together once more, informally and in absolute privacy.

That is when they will open the bottle of brandy. The years are flowing by too swiftly now; they are not going to wait until there are only two of them.

They will fill the four remaining upturned goblets. And raise them in a toast to those who are gone.

Their 70th Anniversary Photo  


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YOUR ADDRESS BOOK, ESPECIALLY TO THOSE WHO
WERE TOO YOUNG TO KNOW ABOUT THESE BRAVE HEROES.

They are all gone now but should never be forgotten.

A Meadow Walk

A solitary walk and the simple messages surrounding me….

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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. (Robert Frost)

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Go into the fields for they are ripe unto harvest…. (Jesus)

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A hiding place to raise her young exposed to the sun and elements of winter…

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God’s handiwork of beautiful hues of green and no four leaf to be seen!

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A weed in my flowerbed yet a lovely purple hue in the meadow!

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A prehistoric monster laid to rest and be reclaimed by it’s Maker…

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Drinking at the springs of Living Water… Happy am I!

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Could this be that smelly old Skunk Cabbage? Can you smell it?

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An umbrella for mice and such!

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A notation of love? A message from above? Lab Bug 15? Ha!

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The “Plus 30” Plan

In this time of quarentine, bordom or restlessness… take a seat in a quiet place and open your Bible to the book of Psalms and follow this plan.

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From the very moment we open our eyes in the morning the world cries out for our time and attention. Work, housework, exercise, yard work, appointments, shopping, errands to run, kids crying for attention, on and on it goes. Where do we get the energy? How do we keep everything together and going in the right direction? From where do we get our guidance? How do we answer life’s questions which inevitably face us as we move through our day? I suggest before you do anything take time every morning to look up. Yes, look up to God and seek His face before doing anything else to start your day.
The place to seek God and hear from Him is in His Word the Bible and I suggest following this simple plan by reading the book of Psalms to start your day. The Psalms have been referred to as the…

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Feed the White Dog!

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There is a story told about a missionary who led a tribal leader to Jesus. Some time later he went back to see the chief and asked how he was doing. The chief responded, “Inside of me there are two dogs, a white one and a black one. The black dog is mean and tries to talk me into making the wrong choices. The white dog is good and encourages me to make the right choices. The black dog fights the white dog all day.” When asked by the missionary which dog wins, the chief reflected for a moment and replied, “The one I feed the most!”

You know, most of us believers are the same way. There is a part of us that is Christ-filled, compassionate, trusting, caring, serving and focused on helping others. (Our White Dog or New Nature.) We also have a self-centered, fearful, vengeful, controlling, anxious part of us that is generally focused on “me, myself and I” and preserving the status quo. (Our Black Dog or Old Nature.)  These two natures are in a constant battle.

Even the Apostle Paul had this struggle. He put it this way. “I have discovered this principle of life—that when I want to do what is right, I inevitably do what is wrong. I love God’s law with all my heart. But there is another power within me that is at war with my mind. This power makes me a slave to the sin that is still within me. Oh, what a miserable person I am! Who will free me from this life that is dominated by sin and death? Thank God! The answer is in Jesus Christ our Lord.” (Romans 7:21-25 NLT)

So how do you feed the white dog? Turn from the dark and un-holy things which your spiritual enemies, the World, your Flesh and the Devil throw at you every day and seek and saturate yourself with the things of the Lord instead! Daily reading and meditation of the Bible, God’s holy Word (see link below for my blog “The Plus 30 Plan” for a helpful way to read the Bible).

Make a prayer list and pray daily for yourself, your family and others. Attend a church which preaches from the Bible and where you can make new friends of common faith. Serve others in any little and large way you can. All these things feed the white dog and lead to a much much more fulfilling and rewarding life.

And here’s the secret… the White Dog inside of you is Jesus, the Lion of the Tribe of Judah! He has already vanquished Satan the enemy of your faith. Trust in Him today!

FEED THE WHITE DOG!

Feeding plan here: The “Plus 30” Plan

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Back to Normal?

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Here’s a good perspective a friend of mine posted on Facebook.

For weeks I have heard people saying:
“ I just can’t wait for things to be back to normal.”
I remember even saying that a few times myself.
But as I’ve thought about our current situation I have realized how much I DON’T want things to go back to the way they were. Here are a few of my thoughts why…

1. I pray that the next time a friend grabs me and pulls me in for a hug, I actually take the time to appreciate the gift of their embrace.

2. I pray that the next time I’m sitting in a crowded restaurant I take the time to look around at the smiling faces, loud voices and thank God for the gift of community.

3. I pray that the next time I’m standing in church listening to the voices of praise and taking communion that I take a moment to thank God for the gift of congregation.

4. I pray that the next time I see a person or situation that needs prayer, I hope I pray as passionately and fervently as I have these past few weeks.

5. I pray that when I am at the grocery store that I take a moment to thank God that He provides us with the necessities of life and the amazing people who work so hard to keep us supplied.

6. I pray that I never again take for granted the ability to hop in the car and visit a friend, go to the mall, or even go to the park, etc.

So, truth is, I don’t want things to return to the way they once were. I pray that we take the lessons and challenges of the past few weeks and create a new normal.

My goal is to pray more, love harder, and truly appreciate the daily abundance of blessings that were so easily overlooked just a mere few weeks ago.

We really do need a new normal and to be more thankful!

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What Will You Do?

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The little boy put on his clothes for the cold and then told his father:

“Ok dad I’m ready”

His Dad, the pastor, said: “Ready for what?”

“Dad, it’s time to go outside and distribute our flyers.”

Dad replied: “Son, it’s very cold outside and it’s drizzling.”

The child looked surprised at his father and said: “But dad, people need to know about God even on rainy days.”

Dad replied, “Son, I’m not going outside in this weather.”

With despair, the child said: “Dad, can I go alone? Please!”

His father waited for a moment and then said: “Son, you can go. Here’s the flyers, be careful.”

“Thank you dad!”

And with this, the son went out into the rain. The 11-Year-old walked all the streets of the village, handing out the flyers to the people he saw.

After 2 hours walking in the rain and in the cold and with his last flyer in his hand, he stopped in a corner to see if he saw someone to give the flyer too, but the streets were totally deserted. Then he turned to the first house he saw, walked to the front door, touched the bell several times and waited, but no one came out.

Finally the boy turned to leave, but something stopped him. The child turned back to the door and began to touch the bell and pound the door strongly with his knuckles. He kept waiting. Finally the door was opened gently.

A lady came out with a very sad look and gently asked:

“What can I do for you, son?
With radiant eyes and a bright smile the child said:

“Lady, I’m sorry if I upset you, but I just want to tell you that God really loves you and that I came to give you my last flyer, which talks about God and His great love

The boy then gave her the flyer.

She just said, “Thank you, son, God bless you!”

Well, next Sunday morning, the pastor was in the pulpit and when the service began he asked:

“Someone has a testimony or something they want to share?”

Gently, in the back row of the church, an older lady stood up. When she started talking, a radiant and glorious look sprouted from her eyes:

“Nobody in this church knows me. I have never been here, even last Sunday I was not Christian.

My husband died a while ago leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday was a particularly cold and rainy day, and it was also in my heart; that on that day I came to the end of the road, since I had no hope and didn’t want to live anymore.

Then I took a chair and a rope and went up to the attic of my house. I tied and one end of the rope to the rafters of the roof; then I climbed onto the chair and put the other end of the rope around my neck.

I then stood on the chair, so alone and heartbroken, I was about to throw myself off the chair, when suddenly I heard the loud sound of the door being knocked.

So I thought: “I’ll wait for a minute and whoever it is will go”

I waited and waited, but the door knocking was getting louder and louder every time. It got so loud that I couldn’t ignore it anymore.

So I wondered, who could it be? No one ever comes close to my door or come to visit me!
I released the rope from my neck and went to the door, while the bell was still ringing and the door was still being knocked on.

When I opened the door, I couldn’t believe what my eyes saw, in front of my door was the most radiant and angelic child I’ve ever seen. His smile, ohhh, I can never describe it! The words that came out of his mouth made my heart, dead so long ago, come back to life, when he said with the VOICE OF CHERUB: “Lady, I just want to tell you that God really loves you”

“When the little angel disappeared between the cold and the rain, I closed my door and read every word of the flyer.
Then I went to the attic to remove the chair and rope.

I didn’t need them anymore. As you see. Now I am a happy daughter of the King.
As the direction of the boy, when he left, was to this church, I came personally say thank you to that little angel of God who came just in time and, in fact, to rescue my life from an eternity in hell. And replaced it with an eternity in God’s presence. ”

Everyone cried in the church.

The Pastor came down from the pulpit to the first bench of the front, where the little angel was sitting; he took his son in his arms and cried uncontrollably.



Don’t let this message die of cold; after reading it, pass it on to others.

Remember, God’s message can make a big difference in someone’s life, never be afraid to spread it.

(I copied this story from a friend’s Facebook page. I don’t know if it’s true but I do know it illustrates a truth that there are people out there at the edge of eternity who need to hear about Jesus. It’s up to us true Believers to share the Good News of Jesus.)

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Are You a “He Who”?

I just love it when my pastor uncovers new truths from the Bible which are blessings to my waiting ears! A major benefit for a Child of God is to sit under the teaching of a Man of God who pours his life into the study of the Holy Scriptures, who then breaks open the Bread of Life and serves it to his people on a weekly basis. This is a TREMENDOUS blessing and that’s what happened to me this past Sunday.

We just wrapped up going verse by verse through the entire book of James in the New Testament, and finishing up we came to the below two verses closing it all out. This portion of Scripture is often used to teach that a person, once Saved or Born Again, can lose their salvation! Admittedly, when you look on the surface of the text it’s not too hard to come to that conclusion.

19 Brethren, if anyone among you wanders from the truth, and someone turns him back, 20 let him know that HE WHO turns a sinner from the error of his way will save a soul from death and cover a multitude of sins. (James 5:19-20)

The “new truth” to me, which my pastor powerfully proclaimed, was that in the New Testament God never refers to Believers as sinners! That is because after conversion, after a person is Born Again in Jesus, God sees them as “In Christ”, no longer a lost sinner! Not sinless mind you! We still do that, but from the day we are converted we should be sinning-less, as they say, as we grow in our newfound faith.

So back to James…

I’m sure you can identify with the fact that many people darken the door of a church, some making a profession of faith, some hanging in there months or even longer, some even following in the sacraments of the faith, but then “poof, they’re gone”! Sure, some may have just been on a search for a church that met their needs, but some just fall away! It’s like the parable Jesus taught, the seeds of their faith having fallen on hard ground, stony ground, or in the briars, dies out from lack of nourishment.

So here’s where the “HE WHO” comes in. Who in the world is the “HE WHO”??? Well, YOU ARE! That is, if you are a Born Again child of God growing in your faith, you are the HE WHO. It’s up to us, not just the pastor, to reach out in love and compassion to those who have struggled or fallen by the “wayside” in their faith journey. Only GOD knows what was going on in their hearts in the time when they may have thought they were doing business with Him. But a true living Faith grows, matures and multiplies and if that’s not happening then we who are “HE WHO’s” should, as the text says, endeavor to “turn them back from the error of their ways” with true love and compassion.

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A person in my life who was an expert at this was my brother, Evangelist Larry Wolfe who on this day last year went to be with the Lord. He ministered as Chaplain to hundreds of people in a truck stop on I-85 in South Carolina. He faithfully sat in his booth in the McDonalds with an open Bible on the table and it was like a magnet. People approached him from all walks of life and all manners of faith, and he was an amazing “HE WHO” giving counsel, answering questions and turning many to true repentance and belief in Jesus.

He’s my “HE WHO” hero! Let’s all commit to be a “HE or SHE WHO” hero!

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