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On December 30th, 2006 Saddam Hussein died and received his 72 virgins. After Saddam ordered all of his 72 virgins to remove their coverings he said this: “Oh, so that’s why you are all virgins, help me Allah”.

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Why “TAPS” is played..

If any of you have ever been to a military funeral in which taps were played; this brings out a new meaning of it. Here is something Every American should know. Until I read this, I didn’t know, but I checked it out and it’s true. We in the United States have all heard the haunting song, “Taps”. It’s the song that gives us that lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes.. But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be cinterested to find out about its humble beginnings.

Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men at Harrison’s Landing in Virginia. The Confederate Army was
on the other side of the narrow strip of land. During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay >severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment. When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead. The
Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out.

Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in the Confederate Army. The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial, despite his enemy status. His request was only partially granted. The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son at the funeral. The request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate. But, out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician. The Captain chose a bugler. He asked
the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth’s uniform. This wish was granted. The haunting melody, we now know as “Taps” used at military funerals was born. The words are:

Day is done … Gone the sun…From the lakes…From the hills …From the sky … All is well…Safely rest …God is nigh…Fading light… Dims the sight…And a star … Gems the sky…Gleaming bright from afar …Drawing nigh…Falls the sky… night. Thanks and praise … For our days …Neath the sun … Neath the stars…Neath the sky …As we go…This we know … God is nigh.

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Thank You to drum corps hall of famer Donny Allen for sending this to us. Donny Allen is one of the finest drum and bugle corps and marching band arrangers in the country.

Ruth went to her mail box and there was only one letter.

She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope again.

There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address.

She read the letter:

Dear Ruth:

I`m going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I’d like to stop by for a visit..

Love Always,

Jesus

Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table… ‘Why would the Lord want to visit me?

I’m nobody special. I don’t have anything to offer.’

With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets.

‘Oh my goodness, I really don’t have anything to offer. I’ll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner.’

She reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Five dollars and forty cents.

Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least.’

She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.

A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk…leaving Ruth with grand total twelve cents to last her until Monday..

Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings tucked under her arm.

‘Hey lady, can you help us,lady?’

Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn’t even noticed two figures huddled in the alleyway.

A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags.

‘Look lady, I ain’t got a job, you know, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street, and, well, now it’s getting cold and we’re getting kinda
Hungry and, well, if you could help us.. Lady, we’d really appreciate it.’

Ruth looked at them both.

They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to.

‘Sir, I’d like to help you, but I’m a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I’m having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him.’

‘Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway.’

The man put his arm around the woman’s
Shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley.

As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart.

‘Sir, wait!’

The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them.

‘Look, why don’t you take this food. I’ll figure out something else to serve my guest.’

She handed the man her grocery bag.

‘Thank you lady. Thank you very much!’

‘Yes, thank you!’ It was the man’s wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering

‘You know, I’ve got another coat at home.

Here, why don’t you take this one.’

Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman’s shoulders..

Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street…without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest…

‘Thank you lady!

Thank you very much!’

Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front
door, and worried too.

The Lord

was coming to visit and she didn’t have anything to offer Him.

She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox.

‘That’s odd. The mailman doesn’t usually come twice in one day.’

Dear Ruth:

It was so good to see you again.

Thank you for the lovely meal.

And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.

Love Always,

Jesus

The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.

- copied

Event Name: Dennis McCurry USN
Address: Oak Grove Baptist Church Cemetery
1212 County Rd. 100
City: Athens
State: TN
Date: 2009-10-28
Time: 1100
Dr. Michael Schmidt to play taps for the United States Navy and Bugles Accross America.

My dear friend Harter Harold “Hud” Thomas passed away last night.
Birth: 1950-7-29 Death: 2009-10-26.

Last Friday afternoon I had just visited Hud at Woods Memorial. I treated him to a cheesburger from the Mount View Coffeee Shop in Etowah.  I spent a little over an hour visiting with Hud , little did I know that this would be the last time that I would ever see him alive. Life is precious , sieze the moment.

Funeral service 11am October 31 st at St. Paul Episcopal Church located at

123 S Jackson St
Athens, TN 37303-4710
(423) 745-2224

Visitation is at 7 pm on 10-30-09 at the Jerry Smith Funeral Home in Athens, TN.

Take a look at these alleged huge salaries for Larry Jones and his family(allegedly $588,309.00 a year), allegedly feeding themselves not just  needy hungry children:

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The Trumpet of the Lord Ministry 501(c)3  does NOT pay anyone at all a salary. All members of the Trumpet of the Lord Ministry, including Dr. Michael Schmidt and his family, are volunteers.

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