|Hi again, it's me, the Snail Trail blogger|
|She so liked the motto from WWII|
that she bought the shirt.
|Maryann helped me sew cool ties for the|
troops who had to fight in the desert
heat. We filled them with plastic beads
that could be frozen and the soldiers wore them
around their necks, lowering body heat by 10%.
Then one day she turned in her resignation. I was heart-broken. My husband and I both felt like part of our family was leaving. She wanted to join the Army, she told us. When I questioned as to why this sudden development, she informed me she'd been thinking about it for a long time. "I see how you and Mr. Keith love the military and I see how you support them with all you have. I love this land and I want to be part of the people who protect it."
How do you argue with logic like that?
|First day she got her camo's, she came|
to show us and then borrowed Jim's
dog for a photo op.
|When she was issued her medical beret,|
she stopped by to show it off.
|Maryann and I packed so many|
boxes over those three years
that no way on earth would I
ever forget how to do it.
Every one of we ladies are working overtime getting ready for Christmas. Knitting and crochet needles are flying, sewing machines are going double time, bead jewelry is in the works and our one lone embroidery lady is dreaming of floss ninjas attacking her while she slumbers. Even so, each and every lady in the group has the soldiers on top of their list and when something catches the eye, it goes into the cart and eventually makes its way to either Patty or me so we can stuff it in the next box.
|My husband and Maryann were quite the duo. Because I'm|
partly disabled, she took him to doctor and dentist
appointment, for walks, and cooked us Filipino food--
which we devoured.