Tuesday, October 31, 2006

For Halloween...

Here is a statue marking the grave of a young woman, in a local cemetary near Gunz and me.

The legend has stood for almost 100 years that the angel statue has a "handprint" on the left cheek of the face. The young lady was a pregnant wife whose drunken husband slapped her in a fit of anger. She fell down the stairs to her death, and also the death of her unborn child.

The husband grieved when he realized what he had done and erected this statue in her honor. Shortly after it was set in place, an image of a handprint appeared on the statue's left cheek. The statue has been sandblasted, sanded, painted, and even recovered. The handprint remains. Notice the weathering on the entire statue, except the left cheek.

She died in 1911. Even after 95 years, the handprint on the left cheek of the statue has not changed since I first saw it back in the 80's. My mother says it hasn't changed since she was a child and the legend continues.

When I first walked up to the statue to take the photos for
SugarCat, I had a very surreal feeling. I can tell you that the texture of the statue is as worn as the rest of the tombstones, gravemarkers and mausoleums of the same era, except for the left cheek of the statue. You can visibly see the surface is far smoother and lighter than the rest of her. When you are directly infront of her, you can see slight lines going in the same directions, it is in the shape of a human hand.

The legend also states that on the night of a full moon, that you can touch the stomach of the statue and it is warm, even in the winter months. I am not trying that! So I will take their word for it...

Take it for what it is worth...

Happy Halloween...

Friday, October 27, 2006

Warrior Brothers

'Warrior Brothers'
--For all of mine: Semper Fi--

There is a spirit that makes warrior's brothers
For together this band of neighbors
More tightly bound
By a special sense in combat found
Brothers by war infernal
Made fraternal
Looked into the eyes
Of the master of lies
Threatening tyranny on freedom’s sod
Challenged that bestial war God.

Brothers cast in war's dark shadow as one,
Forged civilization’s destiny with a gun
Felt a hellhounds fetid breath
Under war's wheels forevermore wielding death
Carried freedom's torch in youth’s unripe hands
Far and away to impassioned foreign lands
Swords drawn in hatred from battle's sheath
Around them swirling hostility's unholy wreath
Struggling mightily in inharmonious crescendo
Blasted by vengeful heat’s ingenuous inferno

These brothers in arms faced the barbaric demon
All for one bore valor uncommonly in war common
Contending with liberty’s foes
Hellfire scorching blackening souls
Combat brothers knelt before morality's alter
In prosecuting hallowed duty dared not falter
Body and spirit mortally wounded
As a battle of clashing souls immorally exploded

Embattled “Boys next door” prayed together
Cursed war’s whorehounds together
Held there by war’s darkning tether
Ever seeking the inner courage
Forever facing in grim revenge
Humanities great carnage
Finally at long last, from traumatic past
Finally understanding mankind’s major need
The love, peace and brotherhood creed
In fervid nightmares their credo does bleed

Brothers fought side-by-side together
Soldiers long ago slowly dying together
Crossing swords with our nation’s vile oppressor
A nation’s youth aching in a feud of blood
Unsullied honor in fiendishly bloodthirsty mud
Putting heart and soul on the line
Time after time after time
In horrible rhyme

Tho war demons emptied mankind's very core spilled
All innocence long ago killed
Displaying heroic bravery
Paid homage justly, defending hallowed liberty,
Brotherly bonds of patriotic justice thrilled
In fear and guilt filled
Answered their country’s call with fidelity's fealty
This band of brothers with child-like duty
Nurtured ties of a special kind
That to the eternities bind.

Brothers united solemnly still stand
Venerable veterans in brotherhood's band
Against all others in their hearts still bear
A knowledge none can fully know that were not there
For war was a blistering of the eternal soul
Rose colored glasses of youth destroyed, you know
Some brothers still after that vengeful beasts dice roll
Still cannot put back together fragmented man whole
Lost defending a country more than life they love
Reaping special reward in Celestial courtyards above.

by Gary Jacobson

Sunday, October 22, 2006

For Ebyjo...

Okay another quick post. I'm trying to take a weekend break here and watch some football, catch up on a few things, and hang out with my "Happy Tree Friends..."

This video sort of reminds me of the time Ebyjo and I competed against each other in a certain marksmanship 'game' a few months back...

I'm in no way sexist [as per the title], but this is hilarious...

Another Pic of Gunz in His Marine Days!!!

Here is another pic of Gunz that I found, while he was in the Corps. heehee...

I have been teasing him about this picture for a few days and I can't keep it to myself any longer! It seems strange to actually post something! I almost forgot my password. lol...Oh well, football season is almost over!!! I might get a break...maybe...