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To: Tri Bui who wrote (31025)	11/11/1998 6:16:00 AM
From: William Brotherson	Respond to of 50264

Good Morning Everyone, Today, Veterans Day! To all of my Brothers out there, congratulations on making it another year. We do honor to ourselves, our fallen friends, and those that have been before us throughout history, simply by still being here. Today, if you know a Veteran, buy him a simple cup of coffee. Call and just say Hi, how's it going? Today, there are going to be a lot of thank you's posted, but please think today, How many Veterans are you going to pass in your daily activities. Are you going to be able to spot who is a Veteran? What type of life is that Veteran having today? Today, I am going to ask that everyone try very hard, to just smile at all you meet, all that you pass, all that may ask you for a handout ( it does not mean to give them a handout as most honorable Veterans I know, would rather cut their tongues out than beg for loose change), just give them a smile in recognition they are alive and have value. Today, Veterans day, I am going to be posting stories over the day, some I will write myself, some I already have saved, and some I will find. How about you, know any stories passed down from Veterans? Have a personal story or experience, why don't you post them today, I will be. If you feel uncomfortable about posting but would like to, send them to me and I will put them up, with or without your name, it will be your call. Today, is the first day, of the rest of your life, make it a day to be proud of!!!! wb

To: Tri Bui who wrote (31025)	11/11/1998 6:26:00 AM
From: Tri Bui	Respond to of 50264

Good Morning {{{DGIV-A-HOLICS}}} I'd like to send a THANK YOU to all Veterans on theirs day. Have a great day to ALL. Tri...#5

To: Tri Bui who wrote (31025)	11/11/1998 6:27:00 AM
From: William Brotherson	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 50264

Story # 2, I had this story given to me by a very good friend. This story is said to be true. It has to be labeled story #2, because just after midnight E' posted story #1. E', thank you for the reprint, but what in the devil were you doing up that time of night? Only us old farts are supossed to do that type of trick. But I do thank you me dear friend. COURAGE!!! Bob Butler lost his legs in a 1965 land mine explosion in Vietnam. He returned home a war hero. Twenty years later, he proved once again that heroism comes from the heart.Butler was working in his garage in a small town in Arizona on a hot summer day when he heard a woman's screams coming from a nearby house. He began rolling his wheelchair toward the house but the dense shrubbery wouldn't allow him access to the back door. So he got out of his chair and started to crawl through the dirt and bushes. "I had to get there", he says. "It didn't matter how much it hurt." When Butler arrived at the pool there was a three-year-old girl named Stephanie Hanes lying at the bottom. She had been born without arms and had fallen in the water and couldn't swim. Her mother stood over her baby screaming frantically. Butler dove to the bottom of the pool and brought little Stephanie up to the deck. Her face was blue, she had no pulse and was not breathing. Butler immediately went to work performing CPR to revive her while Stephanie's mom called the paramedics. She was told the paramedics were already out on a call. Helplessly, she sobbed and hugged Butler's shoulder. As Butler continued with his CPR, he calmly reassured her. "Don't worry," he said. "I was her arms to get out of the pool. It'll be okay. I am now her lungs. Together we can make it." Seconds later the little girl coughed, regained consciousness, and began to cry. As they hugged and rejoiced together the mother asked Butler how he knew it would be okay. "The truth is, I didn't know," he told her. "But when my legs were blown off in the war, I was all alone in a field. No one was there to help except a little Vietnamese girl. As she struggled to drag me into her village, she whispered in broken English, 'It okay. You can live. I be your legs. Together we make it.' Her kind words brought hope to my soul and I wanted to do the same for Stephanie." There are simply those times when we cannot stand alone. There are those times when we need someone to be our legs, our arms, our friend. Author Unknown wb