The radio station in Marquette have always gone out of their way to help support the Forgotten Eagles, if you are ever in that neck of the woods stop by and say Hi to them. The following link is some pics of this years RAM when we stopped by.
http://www.broadcasteverywhere.info/coppermine/thumbnails.php?album=32
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Letter of Thanks
To all Veterans who attended the celebration of The Vietnam Memorial on the 4th of August in Mt.Pleasant
It is never to late to say “Thank You”
My memory of this day ‘haunts’ me every day since then. For me, an unforgettable day.
You Veterans gave me a chance to speak to you, and after 60 years of silence to express my gratitude to you for your offerings on the battlefields around the globe. I call you all “EAGLES OF THE WORLD”, “THE SPIRIT OF THE WORLD.” I remember raising my clenched fists to heaven, shouting: “ God send Americans to save us from the hell of Nazi oppression! If you do not do this I will course You to ….to death!” So great was my despair. And God send you, and I was praying God forgive my boldness.
The cry for your help still echoes, and you are always ready to offer your lives to save the oppressed from suffering. No gratitude, no matter how great it may be, is enough to repay your suffering since it is but “words for your life and blood.”
Now I would like to contact personally those who embraced me at the Memorial after my short speech. I thank you brave Veterans for your tears which painted my face when you held me in your arms.
I would like to meet the young lady who approached me and said: “Karina, m father knows you, my father told me about your.” I was astonished that there is a person who knows me from the Upraising in Warsaw, in 19944. I would be happy to meet that man who once was a soldier as I was, a nurse, a field surgeon of necessity. I greet you, Dear Friend.
My thanks to the woman who embraced me when I was shaking/crying when the band struck the Anthem.
I thank the person who helped me get up off my knees after my prayer for soldiers in Iraq and for America. Thank you for giving me your hand.
Thanks to the man who wanted to drive me home. Thank you, Friend. I appreciated your kindness, but rejected your offer as I needed to organize my emotions by walking home alone. I would be happy to know you better and enjoy your visit with us.
Thanks to the ladies who invited me to seat at their table and share their food together with them; I rejected this kindness for the same reason as the offer to drive me home—I was very moved, and wanted to collect myself in loneliness.
The last thanks are for the gentleman who, seeing me walking on that hot day called: “Madam, madam I have cup of punch for you!” Yes, this I did not reject!
It was the offer at that moment I needed most. I was very thirsty. Your cup of punch helped me to walk the long way home. The punch I drunk, and the cup I marked with the day and the occasion, and put it among my memorabilia. It will never be forgotten.
You all who listened to my speech, and who wanted to meet me to talk, to enjoy, to discuss, you all Veterans- my “family” – you are all welcome here. I feel one of you, I would be proud and happy if I could join your union and see you, greet you at your gatherings.
My best greeting to you, God bless you all, and may He never stop blessing this Great Country and the best it unceasingly gives others: her Soldiers.
Karina
kwekstrom@digitalrealm.net
Tel: 734-527-7120 (when calling please leave the message I will answer as soon as I can)
It is never to late to say “Thank You”
My memory of this day ‘haunts’ me every day since then. For me, an unforgettable day.
You Veterans gave me a chance to speak to you, and after 60 years of silence to express my gratitude to you for your offerings on the battlefields around the globe. I call you all “EAGLES OF THE WORLD”, “THE SPIRIT OF THE WORLD.” I remember raising my clenched fists to heaven, shouting: “ God send Americans to save us from the hell of Nazi oppression! If you do not do this I will course You to ….to death!” So great was my despair. And God send you, and I was praying God forgive my boldness.
The cry for your help still echoes, and you are always ready to offer your lives to save the oppressed from suffering. No gratitude, no matter how great it may be, is enough to repay your suffering since it is but “words for your life and blood.”
Now I would like to contact personally those who embraced me at the Memorial after my short speech. I thank you brave Veterans for your tears which painted my face when you held me in your arms.
I would like to meet the young lady who approached me and said: “Karina, m father knows you, my father told me about your.” I was astonished that there is a person who knows me from the Upraising in Warsaw, in 19944. I would be happy to meet that man who once was a soldier as I was, a nurse, a field surgeon of necessity. I greet you, Dear Friend.
My thanks to the woman who embraced me when I was shaking/crying when the band struck the Anthem.
I thank the person who helped me get up off my knees after my prayer for soldiers in Iraq and for America. Thank you for giving me your hand.
Thanks to the man who wanted to drive me home. Thank you, Friend. I appreciated your kindness, but rejected your offer as I needed to organize my emotions by walking home alone. I would be happy to know you better and enjoy your visit with us.
Thanks to the ladies who invited me to seat at their table and share their food together with them; I rejected this kindness for the same reason as the offer to drive me home—I was very moved, and wanted to collect myself in loneliness.
The last thanks are for the gentleman who, seeing me walking on that hot day called: “Madam, madam I have cup of punch for you!” Yes, this I did not reject!
It was the offer at that moment I needed most. I was very thirsty. Your cup of punch helped me to walk the long way home. The punch I drunk, and the cup I marked with the day and the occasion, and put it among my memorabilia. It will never be forgotten.
You all who listened to my speech, and who wanted to meet me to talk, to enjoy, to discuss, you all Veterans- my “family” – you are all welcome here. I feel one of you, I would be proud and happy if I could join your union and see you, greet you at your gatherings.
My best greeting to you, God bless you all, and may He never stop blessing this Great Country and the best it unceasingly gives others: her Soldiers.
Karina
kwekstrom@digitalrealm.net
Tel: 734-527-7120 (when calling please leave the message I will answer as soon as I can)
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