Can I Touch Your Heart

Can I touch your heart?
Will your ears hear my plea?
Will you reach beyond your world?

They are alone and frightened
Fearing worse as days linger one to another
Who will care?

Can you just simply think of another?
Whose needs are greater than any you might have
Where will you sleep tonight my friend?

Will tomorrow grant you peace of mind
For many there will be no peace
No food, no water, just dread

Can I touch your heart?
Can I get you to care?
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© Tobie Haga Roy

Don't speak for me Cindy Sheehan

I am so fed up with this story and her road to fame. What does the word Noble mean ? In case you don't really know here is the definition at Dictionary.com

noble

adj 1: having high moral qualities; "a noble spirit"; "a solid citizen"; "an upstanding man"; "a worthy successor" [syn: solid, upstanding, worthy- Solid---Upstanding and dependable: a solid citizen,-- upstanding, ---adj : having high moral qualities; "a noble spirit"; "a solid citizen"; "an upstanding man"; "a worthy successor". Ok you get my drift right?

I am the Mother of an Army man and a Mother-in-law to a fine young man who flies Helicopters for the Army. Yes I have earned the right to speak. If either of these two fine young men were taken out while in Iraq or any service in the Army I would be more than upset and probably would never get over the loss. I understand her pain and somewhat understand her anger. She needs to remember her son for the good he did, the honor for which he served and did what was asked of him. Like my son says he knew the cost when he signed the dotted line, cold yes it is, but truth is what it says.

I am sure that I am not the only Mother who feels that she is dishonoring her son, SHE DOES NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO SPEAK FOR ME as you see I am quite capable of doing it and doing it well.

Where was she when all the talk was a buzz in Washington before the war, why did she not speak and cause this ruckus then, I would have joined her then. I"m speaking of late September before the war, as my Daughter was still in the Army also. I sent open letters to the PRESIDENT to all the major newspapers and they all refused to publish what I wrote then, as sure as I am now that if only it leads to something big its not news in their books and lets face it, my opinion didn't matter then and probably not now. The question I asked then was, that I wanted absolute proof of those ill begotten MASS DESTRUCTION WEAPONS BEFORE ONE LIFE WAS LOST. I wanted to know absolute proof that Saddam was a danger to Our Country. I sent an email to some trying to stir interest but to no avail, I tried to ask for proof, if he was a THREAT TO OUR GREAT COUNTRY, I damn well wanted to see it. No one listened nor cared then. No I didn't ask for the U N to bless this war. I wanted truth before it had a chance to start, from one man only, THE COMMANDER IN CHIEF, who would start this ACTION.

Don't you wonder why this all happened, I do many times and as I asked then or rather said, that Mr. Bush our President wanted revenge for Saddam trying to have Daddy killed, bet I'm not far off folks. You can offer up your opinion and dwell on this subject for years if you live that long, but for me, I truly believe it was not for Oil, or profit, only for revenge for dear Old Daddy.

I will close this with the words of Wisdom from my young son; I'm well trained, well supplied and capable of doing a good job for my country. What man would not lay down his life for his Country?

War has been since the beginning of time, ( remember Cain and Able ) after all Eve did start the wheels in motion. Some idiot will always come along to start one without ever thinking of who they hurt, as long as they achieve what they want.

I don't want to hear anymore from Cindy Sheehan.

Did You

Did you ever wonder why you made a blog? Was it just to get in on the action? Did you really think people would come and read your words, look at your pictures or just listen to you rattle on about whatever?
Well I am here to say I probably fall under all of those, but what the heck, it got me up from the TV, and thats saying something right there. Well I am tired and bored as hell and just plain depressed about blogging. It seems its just as dead as the group I manage, truth hurts at times and now is one of those times. Can't say I have had a goodtime mainly all alone, sometimes easywriter and Carolyn drop in, but heck I wanted the whole world. Well Rome wasn't built in a day or even a year and I felt like spouting off at something, so here's to an empty space thats taking up cyber space (Wonder if it has a limit)?
Not even going to yell real loud just getting it right out of my system for now, if you happen around, good, if not do I care. I'll have to ponder on that I reckon, night cyber space, hope you enjoyed my visit.

Come Share My Campfire-Chapter 2

Thanks for coming and keeping me company, just pull up a log and grab a hot cup of coffee, it's ready and some coffee cakes are over by the pot.The warmth of my campfire is calling me back, bringing me to the safety of long ago. The night is beautiful with stars flickering from the heavens above and I am drawn into a peaceful state, a slight chill runs over me as I move closer to the fires warmth. I sense someone else is here, yet I can not see them, but their presence is strong as I gaze into my fire, wishing for all the things I once had, the safety of Mom and Dad and my brothers. Feeling the loss so very much these days, I had to come back here to my roots, my beloved mountains here in Tennessee. I needed to ground myself again and draw strength from things I so loved, and had learned in those early years of my life.
It seems lately I am hiding in my own selflessness and letting those down who believed in me. Fear is knocking on my door these days as I struggle to come to terms with current events that soon will be right here. Dread has turned me into a recluse, not wanting to be a part of anything, yet deep down I want to enjoy all that is around me, but my fear along with the dread keeps me from reaching out to those who I so love.
My world is changing and seems control is turned over to someone else, I don’t know how my parents managed some of the changes they faced, seemed they were always strong and knew the right ways to choose and wisdom to know that difference. Is that where this is taking me, courage to face and know the difference, to place my faith alone in the only hands that have never forsaken me?
“Oh goodness” I say as the fires glow is so magical and now I need to add another few logs, “excuse me while I get a couple” I need that feeling to last the night, as I grab my blanket now and lie by the fire. My eyes are heavy and I am so tired, the fires warmth is soothing me into that safety net I so need as sleep finally comes and my dreams now take me into my fears.
I see myself in my living room, on the phone and tears streaming down my face as I am listening to a voice from the other end. It is my youngest son, Troy and he is saying goodbye to me once again, telling me things will be good and he will write soon as he can to let me know he is all right. I hear his loving words as he says “Mom this is not goodbye, it’s I’ll see you in awhile, remember don’t worry the Army has trained us well.” As I hear the dial tone, my prayers are going fast as my words can be released to the heavens above. Tears fall in fear as I try to cling to my beliefs, “oh God, please keep him in your care and grace.
Now the phone is ringing once again, another familiar voice that I have come to love is there saying “hi Mom, well I’m getting ready to take off, we leave in a few hours. Charlie and the girls will need you a lot more now. Listen out for them, and you take care, I’ll write soon and let you know how things are here, love you Mom, bye for now.” Bye Jack, I love you, hearing the dial tone again tears fall for the fear is overwhelming me now, as I quickly send my prayers off to the heavens once more, asking God to keep him in his care and grace.
I feel a chill as my eyes open and my fire has gone out. This had never happened before, is this a sign of things to come as I get up to find more wood to make another fire. Soon the new fire is going and I sit back on my log looking into that fire. It comes to me that my fire went out to put my fears to rest, I had given my dread and fear’s a face, I had placed them into the hands of God He had received them and now he would once again put me to the test. Would I pass this time, would I build my faith on the only rock I had ever known, yes I believed I would as I took a stick and went about poking the fire and felt the warmth of the embers spread over me, giving me the comfort I had searched for, wisdom to go on and face each day and take what ever comes in stride.
It’s time for me to leave my beautiful mountains again, as I put my fire out and gather my belongings up, I open the door to my old van and off in a distance I see them looking and waving to me, they were with me and would always stay with me. Bye Daddy and Momma, thanks for pulling me back here to touch those roots which you taught me, and to help me regain my strength as new days come, yes I love you and miss you, but the kids are needing me so I gotta get going, as I start the old van up and head for home.
© Tobie Haga Roy

Come Share My Campfire-Chapter 1

I want to go traveling a bit, come journey with me and sit by my campfire, while I look back and maybe forward to tomorrow. Its getting close to the end of the day and I’m, kinda tired from the drive. I found the old camp stove and have Dad’s old coffee pot right here, give me a few and I’ll brew us up some. I got the tin cups and yep I have all the breakfast fixings, so tomorrow will be a nice wakening with fired taters and bacon sizzling away. So while you think about all that and maybe what you will share with me let me drag a few logs closer.
Isn’t this a great place, I love it here in the hills of North Carolina, Cherokee is a favorite of my past, many a weekend here with my family and I’ve had a longing to be here for awhile now, thanks for coming here with me. Sometimes we can find a new look on life if we can only see what we saw as a child, remember how fresh and good the world was back then. I hope that we can all meet again at one of your favorite places and learn things you experienced when you were a child.
I think I was bout seven when Dad first brought us here. He had a van like truck and Mom would load it on a Friday afternoon and in a few hours we would have a big campfire going. Mom would get the stove out and fry us some fish the boys had caught, as they loved fishing, we would have coleslaw she made at home with, (yep you guessed it) fried taters. Later she would pull out that Coconut cake with her famous white icing and boy you talk bout eating we sure could put it away. We never had paper plates and we would wash the dishes in the lake, then Mom would boil some water and scald them dishes for the morning.
After an evening of us kids playing and running back into the woods, Mom would call us and say time for bed and we would gripe and complain. Dad with his firm voice would say that’s enough now and off we would go finding our blanket and fighting over where each would sleep. I liked being by the fire, that way if a ghost or some critter was gonna come, he would stay away from the fire, I would laugh to myself and say, “just think one of them ghost might like my brothers” and I would fast fall asleep snuggled in my blanket on the ground by the fire.
The next morning aroma from the sizzling bacon would waken us and off to the lake for a quick dip to wash away our stink of the night. Mom had to cook a lot of bacon and she would always make our eggs in bacon grease, yummy, yummy was all I could ever say. Dad would take the boys and the guns and off into the woods, I would help Mom around the campfire and then we both went down to the lake to fish. Mom always had to bait my hook as I wouldn’t touch them big grunt worms as they would ooze all over your hand (yuk) Mom would easily catch them fish. Seems like the old tale “of throwing a fish back in would ruin your luck,” well that was me, but I never gave up trying.
Dad would bring the boys back and set up a place for target practice and we all tried our hand at shooting, I had gotten pretty good now and could almost hit the bulls eye Dad had made from an old cornflake box. Of course the boys were really good and Mom well she would only shoot one round and quit, she didn’t much like guns, boy us kids loved doing that. The boys had learned to shoot the thirty-ought-six not me, that thing had a kick that would knock you on your butt if you were that lucky and a sore shoulder to boot. We just had great times there, nothing ever planned just listen to Dad tell us some stories of his life and Mom well her early years were in an orphanage and she din’t like to talk bout them so we left her be on that. We would all swim in the lake and play around, me getting mad cause the boys would dunk me anytime they could and yes off I would go by myself to get away from them. I hated getting dunked and they knew it, I wonder now if they would still get me if they could.
I guess revisiting this place has let me see that I was a fighter and yes I was a tomboy and loved horsing around with the boys as long as they wouldn’t dunk me, I could handle all the other tough things they handed to me. Was this a conditioning for my later life? I think yes, I managed to be strong when needed and soft when it mattered most. I learned truth and family are my deepest values; of course God is my greatest achievement, meeting him there in those hills and seeing his beauty as a child touched in me that part which I rarely share with other folk. I was selfish in that, I knew he was mine even then and yes later I did walk away from him, but thanks for those hills and weekends I found my way back to him
There were many weekends spent roaming there and we would visit other places like Virginia, I reckon every child should be exposed to nature and family values; they are so easily instilled in a child when life is simple and pure. Where the world’s influence is left out and just wholesome goodness exist to pass on to children, I thank God for those endearing times and I hope you enjoyed my campfire, please share it again with me.
©Tobie Haga Roy

Spouting Off I Reckon

I recently posted this on a blog for a response they had going on, to silently march on Washington. I also do get angry and I for one would like truth, nothing but the truth. I for one know it will never come (at least not in my lifetime ) to be, I think somewhere along the way Washington has forgotten where to find truth and live by it. Our value system is so long gone and yes many think of us as Bully's of the Universe, I ask myself if in many ways is this not true, for if it were not we would find war would have been the last option on the list. we need to vote and get new blood in All of Washington, not just the White House. The people who have been in office for years need to go, get some fresh blood and thinking, maybe they will listen to WE THE PEOPLE OF THIS GREAT LAND. If you find you disagree, find a way that represents our fine young men and women who carry our Honor to other shores. First I would ask you to stop a Soldier and ask how he feels about the war and his duty. I have not found one here at Fort Stewart to say no they should come home. Now that is pride in what they do and how they feel, fighting to Honor the Fallen and Wounded, can't you find a way to peacefully do the same?

Here is my answer for the call to Silently March on Washington



While I might agree on some points with you, I look to one of my inspirations in life My Son, he is a Staff Sergent, a lifer with the Army, he has 3 small children,(1 of which was born while he was there boots on the ground),I have his letters and I still hear his words of wisdom when I complained on how unfair the war was and begged him to get out of the Army. He says it is his Honor to serve and that Bush is his Commander and he will fight with his last breath to maintain that Honor. He says to leave now will let down all those who have lost their lives and the ones who came home mutilated. He asked me what Honors lies in a man that would not lay down his life for his country, I respect that and him, so that being said he keeps his political views to himself and does a fine job training his men and offering words of comfort to me and his wife. He will leave to go back soon for another year, scared hell yes I am and I know he carries the right amount of fear with him to survive. I will not Dishonor any Military man with this and in no way would I ever support Move-On, he dishonored so many in his attempts to discredit. We must find a better way to end the war than the Hatred that is starting to consume this great country, peace is a blessing to each one of us and we must follow the Soldiers who fight to bring that peace, don't tarnish that Honor while you try to change views of our country.