"Peace is not the absence of conflict, but the presence of God no matter what the conflict." -Anonymous 

 To everything there is a season, and
a time to every purpose under heaven:

A time to be born, and
a time to die;
a time to plant, and
a time to pluck up
that which is planted;

A time to kill, and
a time to heal;
a time to break down, and
a time to build up;

A time to weep, and
a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and
a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and
a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and
a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and
a time to lose;
a time to keep, and
a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and
a time to sow;
a time to keep silence, and
a time to speak;

A time to love, and
a time to hate;
a time of war; and
a time of peace.

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 " Concrete Angel "

Martina McBride

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vBYSZIX4FUQ

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 " You ain't called....... You ain't writ...... You ain't sent no flowers........ "   Shine

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There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won't anymore.........and who always will.
So don't worry about people from your past, there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future.

A Memorial to NCSHP Trooper Shawn David Blanton Jr

In Memory of Tyler Blanton

God bless you little one, and your Daddy

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In Memory of Trooper Andrew Stocks, NCSHP

March 2, 1965 ~ September 9, 2008

Rest in peace our good and faithful servant.

Your service to this country and the State of North Carolina

will never be forgotten.

c352, 10-42

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3w3Tkpm4dpI

~ Wear your wings with as much honor and dignity, as you did your badge ~

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* For you Jack, and your Brothers*

Beneath the Badge
By Major Charlie Carden

What lies beneath the starched-ironed shirts and the badges upon their chests? And where do the tears flow when their hearts are broken from the tests?

So often Death will intervene, to carry out its will...But they stare Death coldly in the face, they defy its chilling kill.

You say they lack compassion and they abuse their roles...Do you really think they're cruel? Do you damn their very souls?

Believe me, Sir, they cry within...They choke to hold it down...So, when Death comes to kiss their lips, they'd like to turn around.

For beneath those shirts and polished badges, breathes a special breed of being...With tear-stained hearts and eyes that cry and see what you are seeing.

But then, you - "The Public" - demand their presence; they truly give their best; So, remember them when you kneel down to pray before you rest.

And don't forget those "Little Eyes," who wish they were at home; or the "Worried Hearts" that support them, in a battle that can't be won.

What lies beneath the badges? What makes them take the parts? What absorbs their tears and spills their blood? Their Hearts, my man, their Hearts!

Written by Major C.J. Carden when he was a cadet for the 66th NCSHP Basic School © November 1979.

Still love reading your profile. You are the bomb!! :)  leo-nc

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