I remember back to elementary school like it was yesterday. I remember standing, with my hand over my heart, and saying the pledge of allegiance. I remember when that suddenly stopped and I never knew why, nor did I consider it a big deal as a child. In fact, looking back as an adult, having children swear oaths and make commitments of any sort, beyond a play date with a friend, is probably a waste of time.
Elizabeth Warren, a Democratic candidate for president of the United States, has proposed a wealth tax starting at $50 million. She has been accused of being a communist and of wanting to put an end to the American dream.
During the Christmas season, the Marines handed out toys for the youngsters. Each of them wore their Dress Blue uniforms and looked like toy warriors ready to lend a helping hand to those who deserved it. The children had to have maintained excellent marks in school and not started any behavioral issues. The entire affair took place in a warehouse with gigantic fans. Warmth from the heaters wrapped around the occupants like a comforter. But not all Marines held the holiday cheer. In a nearby restroom, two Marines aired their differences.
I, like I feel many people now, are not a big fan of politics anymore. I mean I haven’t personally been affected no matter who is the sitting president, other than maybe temporary strong emotions (i.e jumping, screaming like a high school girl at a Shawn Mendes concert/ curling myself up into fetal position and soaking fists with tears). But from what I understand, to sum this all up is...this impeachment is gonna lead to all kinds of wrong.
The junior Marines sat cross-legged on the ship’s deck. Wind was light and the sky was a serene cerulean. NCOs, SNCOs and officers stood at parade rest. Lieutenant Colonel Rosalyn Carr addressed them all. She boasted light features and straight, ivory white teeth. Her cammies appeared pressed and her silver oak leaf insignia glittered like platinum nuggets in the light.
When someone dies that’s close to you a piece of you dies with them. Death of a loved one can often throw up unanswered questions, things about that person and their life you never thought about when they were alive, or perhaps never even knew. What you are about to read is a true story. I know because I was there. This is my dad’s story, and also mine. It’s a chance for me to remember a winter in Sydney a long time gone.