I am...
I am lee strunk,life contracts and death is unexpected...
I wonder how when the wind stops,the clouds go nevertheless in their direction...
I see war making new nots to bind, wounding us, condemning us to war...
I want to dig without seace beneath the earth....
I am lee stunk life contracts and death is unexpected
I pretend to run from death with those same boots of lead....
I feel the smoke that roams...like war...looking for a home...will drift into me choking my soul...
I worry how s in a season of Autumn a soldier falls...
I cry for may you eyelids never water into the empty distance...
I understand my brain is like a services drum...keep beating and beating till i thought my mind was going numb
I say it seams that sense was breaking though...
I dream of how empty i went through the world...like wheat in a colored jar, without air, without sound, without substance...i try to sleep but war and silence, some strange race wreck solitary
and creeks across my soul
I hope that once its over i wont Wonder Maseley across the earth,and ask for shelter and a way to get back home...
I am lee strunk as life contracts and death is unexpected...
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
04/30/09
"I am"
I am the chill in your back, as you fade away...
I wonder what will smite my head....
I hear the frightning sound of death...
I see the bloody corps of men...
I want to make the reper rest...
I am the chill in your back, as you fade away...
I pretend to put an end to this ....
I feel a sudden rage of righteousness....
I touch the coffins of the dead...
I worry my death will end they day..
I cry not once but twice...for countless days at war...
I understand the distortion of my mind..
I say hey tomorrow no uniform!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I dream of growing old someday....
I try to stay alive today...
I hope I die in a painless way....
I am the chill in your back, as you fade away....
"I am"
I am the chill in your back, as you fade away...
I wonder what will smite my head....
I hear the frightning sound of death...
I see the bloody corps of men...
I want to make the reper rest...
I am the chill in your back, as you fade away...
I pretend to put an end to this ....
I feel a sudden rage of righteousness....
I touch the coffins of the dead...
I worry my death will end they day..
I cry not once but twice...for countless days at war...
I understand the distortion of my mind..
I say hey tomorrow no uniform!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I dream of growing old someday....
I try to stay alive today...
I hope I die in a painless way....
I am the chill in your back, as you fade away....
Sunday, March 22, 2009
it sucks to be kenny....
the tragedy under the deaths of kenny....
tragedy story...
special thank's to jeff
Monday, December 8, 2008
The Congressional Medal of Honor
The Medal of Honor was established by Congress on 12 July 1862 Is awarded in the name of Congress to a person who, while a member of the Armed Services, distinguishes himself by gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty while engaged in an action against any enemy of The United States
The deed performed must have been one of personal bravery or self-sacrifice so conspicuous as to clearly distinguish the individual above his comrades and must have involved risk of life. Incontestable proof of the performance of service is exacted and each recommendation for award of this decoration is considered on the standard of extraordinary merit. Full-text Listings of Medal of Honor Citations the President, in the name of Congress, has awarded more than 3,400 Medals of Honor to our nation's bravest Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, Marines, and Coast Guardsmen since the decoration's creation in 1861.
The deed performed must have been one of personal bravery or self-sacrifice so conspicuous as to clearly distinguish the individual above his comrades and must have involved risk of life. Incontestable proof of the performance of service is exacted and each recommendation for award of this decoration is considered on the standard of extraordinary merit. Full-text Listings of Medal of Honor Citations the President, in the name of Congress, has awarded more than 3,400 Medals of Honor to our nation's bravest Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, Marines, and Coast Guardsmen since the decoration's creation in 1861.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
...
Cpl. Rodolfo P. Hernandez
The Medal of Honor
These are the men who have received their nation's highest military decoration...
awarded by the united states government to the brave men who risk their life above and beyond the call of duty while engaged in an action against an enemy of the United States...
The Medal of Honor is often presented personally to the recipient by the president o the united states...
Rodolph is one of the 103 living recipients
he was born in April 14, 1931
in Colton California
of Mexican decent...
he joined the united states army in 1948 at the age of 17...
after training he was sent to Germany, where he was stationed until the outbreak of the Korean War.
Rodolph is one of the 103 living recipients
he was born in April 14, 1931
in Colton California
of Mexican decent...
he joined the united states army in 1948 at the age of 17...
after training he was sent to Germany, where he was stationed until the outbreak of the Korean War.
On August 27, 1950, the 187th Airborne Infantry Regiment was reorganized and redesigned as the 187th Airborne Regimental Combat Team. The unit was quickly sent to Korea. The 187th Airborne performed operations into Munsan-ni Valley, and fought bloody battles at Inje and Wonton-ni.
Hernandez was reassigned to Company G of the 187th Airborne Regimental Combat Team. His platoon was ordered to defend Hill 420, located near Wonton-ni.
On May 31, 1951, his platoon was attacked by a numerically superior enemy . A close-range firefight broke out when enemy troops went up the hill and caused several casualties on the platoon. Hernandez was hurt during the attack , but he was able to fire upon the rushing enemy troops. After his rifle split , he continued attacking the enemy with his bayonet. His attack enabled his comrades to regroup and take back the Hill.
while attacking the enemy a grenade explosion blew away part of his brain and knocked him unconscious. Hernandez, who had received grenade, bayonet, and bullet wounds, appeared dead to the first medic who reached him...
The medic realized, however, that Hernandez was still alive when he saw him move his fingers. Hernandez woke up a month later in a military hospital, unable to move his arms or legs or to talk.
On April 11, 1952, President Harry S. Truman presented Rodolfo P. Hernandez the Medal of Honor in a ceremony held in the white house
After many surgeries and physical therapy over a five year period, Rodolfo P. Hernandez regained limited use of his right arm and learned to write with his left hand.
Rodolfo P. Hernandez is currently married and has three children...Monday, November 3, 2008
number 5
i finally made my won website...
its a work in progress but check it out....
http://welcometomyword.weebly.com/
I'm going to keep on adding stuff to it kus it kinda stinks....
its a work in progress but check it out....
http://welcometomyword.weebly.com/
I'm going to keep on adding stuff to it kus it kinda stinks....
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
should you speak up when you hear a racist comment?
OPINION
Ignore them
If u speak up it just adds fuel to the fire,
it gives them more reason to do it. Responding to racist comments only makes you a victim of their insult.
When someone says a hateful comment, he gains a sense of power and control because you acknowledge him!
Ignore it.
I think people that make racist comments have a lower intelligence than I do, therefore I don't bother responding to their comments.
Help yourself and do the same….
Ignore them
If u speak up it just adds fuel to the fire,
it gives them more reason to do it. Responding to racist comments only makes you a victim of their insult.
When someone says a hateful comment, he gains a sense of power and control because you acknowledge him!
Ignore it.
I think people that make racist comments have a lower intelligence than I do, therefore I don't bother responding to their comments.
Help yourself and do the same….
Monday, October 6, 2008
number 9
number 9
Swim at lake Michigan...
Swim at lake Michigan...
i wen yesterday on Sunday October 5, 2008...
i don't know why but the water was warmer than it was in the summer..
"something about it getting warm the entire summer"
so yea....
there was this doc....and i was on a bike....right in the edge....
and my Lil brother came out of nowhere and pushed me into the water....
i was there like 10 min looking for my bike....
i kicked his ass when i got out...and that's about it.....
i don't know why but the water was warmer than it was in the summer..
"something about it getting warm the entire summer"
so yea....
there was this doc....and i was on a bike....right in the edge....
and my Lil brother came out of nowhere and pushed me into the water....
i was there like 10 min looking for my bike....
i kicked his ass when i got out...and that's about it.....
Thursday, September 25, 2008
my life as a slave...
interviewed near north Carolina
interviewed by Eduardo Gonzalez...
age when interviewed: 111
dear people of tomorrow...
my name i Carl Johnson...they call me CJ for short..
my life begins on a winter day of November 11, of 1717
I was born on a small plantation off the shores of the Mississippi river...
i want you all to know that its awful living as a slave and that a man does not have the right to treat another human Bean as an object because all men are created equal
since i was a baby i was owned by one family
and my first masters name was Vladamir Vandyke...
i lived with my mother and father...they told me i had 12 brothers....which i only knew 2...
because the master would sell them separately...
my brothers were Jordan Johnson. 2 years older than me and Shannen Johnson... 4 years older than me....
we had good food, plenty of warm home made clothes,and a cabin...
the house where the masters lived in was called the great house...
no one was allowed there unless they were invited in.....
there were a total of around 60 slaves in that plantation
but out of those 60 only 5 got the easy job...
the others had to work night and day
i was luckily put in that list...
this is how this worked... the master had 3 children,Arthur,Christopher,and Elisabeth...
a wife named Mary...and him....
now he had a personal slave for himself,a and for her wife..
but he needed one for each of his sons...
on October 20, 1721 i was Mr. Vandyke took his sons to the cabin there each son chose their personal slave...Mr. Arthur at the time around 14 years old chose me...
and i was terrorize by the news....
well it turned out he wasn't such a bad master.... he treated me like another of his brothers...
since now Arthur was my master i would sleep in the grand house. one room in front of Arthur's.
i would have to wake up at 6:00 in the morning and hand him his coffee and his clothes for the day...
then my day was over... Mr. Arthur would leave to school and come back at around 9:00 pm...i would take off his shoes ask him about his day and then he would go to sleep..
one summer afternoon Mr. Vandyke takes my mom my dad and my tow brothers to a place the white folks referred to as big city..
he came back empty handed... according to one of the slaves...i was never gonna see them again... it hit me like a bucket of water...
i still lived with the hope of seeing them once again....
the years went by and the only thing i got out of living with Arthur was a small period of what you can call education.... i learned to read and write...
by 1740 i was 30 years old and Mr. Arthur was 50... that was the year my master married to a woman named Polly...had 3 kids and moved to Virginia...
of course i went with him...miss Polly was the meanest lady i ever new....
i knew that the next few years were going to be the worst of my life....
when Mr. Arthur wasn't home Polly would make a mess around the house and make me clean it....
wile i was doing that she would boil a bucket of water...and when i wasn't looking would trough the burning water at me...then when Mr.Arthur came back she would tell her that i had an accident wile cooking...it was the most pain full and antagonizing thing that i ever went through.....
another day i was dusting near the stairs and i was at the 3 floor of the house mean old Polly put her foot in front of mine and pushed me ....
i went rolling down the stairs... i broke 36 bones and injured my neck....
when Mr . Arthur came back she of course lied and told him i tripped down the stairs....
interviewed near north Carolina
interviewed by Eduardo Gonzalez...
age when interviewed: 111
dear people of tomorrow...
my name i Carl Johnson...they call me CJ for short..
my life begins on a winter day of November 11, of 1717
I was born on a small plantation off the shores of the Mississippi river...
i want you all to know that its awful living as a slave and that a man does not have the right to treat another human Bean as an object because all men are created equal
since i was a baby i was owned by one family
and my first masters name was Vladamir Vandyke...
i lived with my mother and father...they told me i had 12 brothers....which i only knew 2...
because the master would sell them separately...
my brothers were Jordan Johnson. 2 years older than me and Shannen Johnson... 4 years older than me....
we had good food, plenty of warm home made clothes,and a cabin...
the house where the masters lived in was called the great house...
no one was allowed there unless they were invited in.....
there were a total of around 60 slaves in that plantation
but out of those 60 only 5 got the easy job...
the others had to work night and day
i was luckily put in that list...
this is how this worked... the master had 3 children,Arthur,Christopher,and Elisabeth...
a wife named Mary...and him....
now he had a personal slave for himself,a and for her wife..
but he needed one for each of his sons...
on October 20, 1721 i was Mr. Vandyke took his sons to the cabin there each son chose their personal slave...Mr. Arthur at the time around 14 years old chose me...
and i was terrorize by the news....
well it turned out he wasn't such a bad master.... he treated me like another of his brothers...
since now Arthur was my master i would sleep in the grand house. one room in front of Arthur's.
i would have to wake up at 6:00 in the morning and hand him his coffee and his clothes for the day...
then my day was over... Mr. Arthur would leave to school and come back at around 9:00 pm...i would take off his shoes ask him about his day and then he would go to sleep..
one summer afternoon Mr. Vandyke takes my mom my dad and my tow brothers to a place the white folks referred to as big city..
he came back empty handed... according to one of the slaves...i was never gonna see them again... it hit me like a bucket of water...
i still lived with the hope of seeing them once again....
the years went by and the only thing i got out of living with Arthur was a small period of what you can call education.... i learned to read and write...
by 1740 i was 30 years old and Mr. Arthur was 50... that was the year my master married to a woman named Polly...had 3 kids and moved to Virginia...
of course i went with him...miss Polly was the meanest lady i ever new....
i knew that the next few years were going to be the worst of my life....
when Mr. Arthur wasn't home Polly would make a mess around the house and make me clean it....
wile i was doing that she would boil a bucket of water...and when i wasn't looking would trough the burning water at me...then when Mr.Arthur came back she would tell her that i had an accident wile cooking...it was the most pain full and antagonizing thing that i ever went through.....
another day i was dusting near the stairs and i was at the 3 floor of the house mean old Polly put her foot in front of mine and pushed me ....
i went rolling down the stairs... i broke 36 bones and injured my neck....
when Mr . Arthur came back she of course lied and told him i tripped down the stairs....
after 7 years of suffering old Polly broke Mr. Arthur's heart...
he came back from work and found Polly with another men in his bed...
Mr. Arthur left and told her he did not want to see anything of hers when he came back....
Ms.Polly was so mad she wanted to take it out on me but not this time...
she started heating a bucket of water on the 3rd floor kitchen...
i left her continue since i had my own plans... when the water was just ready..... she went to the kitchen and I followed her just steps way... she was about to pick up the bucket,
and i called her "Polly" i took out my pocket knife and carved my initials on her back...
then i grabbed the boiling water and threw it right in her face... she was screaming in pain...
still conscious i dragged her to the stairs and pushed her down...
i walked down and she was looking at me screaming for help.. i said "how does it feel?"
"not very good does it"
then i grabbed all her belongings and took her and her stuff to the nearest road i could remember...
there i told her to never come back.... she was then piked up by a passing car...
i never hear of her again...
the next few months Mr. Arthur was very sad and started to act violent towards his children
and towards me specially....
he started to whipped me ..
20 years passed by and he was 70 he then realized and told me....
that his brain had turned to mush an that i was no longer needed....
there on a February of 1770 he gave me my freedom......
i then went in such of my brothers.... i never found them....
the years passed by and i keep getting older ....i just kept my age to my self until now...
now i await to meet my mother father and siblings in the promised land...........................................................................................................
he came back from work and found Polly with another men in his bed...
Mr. Arthur left and told her he did not want to see anything of hers when he came back....
Ms.Polly was so mad she wanted to take it out on me but not this time...
she started heating a bucket of water on the 3rd floor kitchen...
i left her continue since i had my own plans... when the water was just ready..... she went to the kitchen and I followed her just steps way... she was about to pick up the bucket,
and i called her "Polly" i took out my pocket knife and carved my initials on her back...
then i grabbed the boiling water and threw it right in her face... she was screaming in pain...
still conscious i dragged her to the stairs and pushed her down...
i walked down and she was looking at me screaming for help.. i said "how does it feel?"
"not very good does it"
then i grabbed all her belongings and took her and her stuff to the nearest road i could remember...
there i told her to never come back.... she was then piked up by a passing car...
i never hear of her again...
the next few months Mr. Arthur was very sad and started to act violent towards his children
and towards me specially....
he started to whipped me ..
20 years passed by and he was 70 he then realized and told me....
that his brain had turned to mush an that i was no longer needed....
there on a February of 1770 he gave me my freedom......
i then went in such of my brothers.... i never found them....
the years passed by and i keep getting older ....i just kept my age to my self until now...
now i await to meet my mother father and siblings in the promised land...........................................................................................................
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