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A promise unkept

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Across the land, on flag poles public and private, a black and white banner will frequently be seen flying in the breeze. On jackets, hats, and leather vests, a smaller version of the flag made into a patch will often be stitched.

It is the POW/MIA symbol. POW, of course, stands for Prisoner of War while MIA means “missing in action.” Read More»

That which remains

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When I was a younger man, I had dreams — illusions, really — about the tremendous impact I would have on those around me, my community, and even the world. I suppose that such dreams are positive things and the fact is that some people go on to do just that ... impact the world. For most, however, it will not be so. Read More»

Sweet sixteen

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Just about this time 16 years ago, I was both very nervous and excited. After being in the ministry for 25 years and having turned 45 years old earlier in the year, I and several others were about to embark on a new adventure.

We were about to plant a church.

I had never been part of such a venture and, understandably, experienced a bit of fear and trepidation. It didn’t help when one man, whom I knew and considered a friend, said, “Well, when it doesn’t work out, I hope things go well for you wherever you wind up.” Not the most faith-filled statement I had ever heard. Read More»

Tattoo or not tattoo

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I am currently tattoo free. I realize that it is unusual to be both a biker and a Marine Corps veteran and have no tattoos adorning my body somewhere but that’s the situation.

When I was a child my late grandfather, Charles Daniel Duckett, had several blue and faded tattoos on his forearms. When I would stare at them, usually when he and I were on a fishing trip, he would say, “Son, don’t ever get one of these. You’ll be sorry if you do.” So I never did. Read More»

Hope for addicts

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One can argue that addiction is not a disease but a self-inflicted condition that one willingly entered into.

While there is truth in that statement, it is equally true that no one ever starts out to intentionally become an alcoholic or a drug addict.

For that matter, no one ever intends to become addicted to nicotine, food, gambling, or pornography. But many do. However one became an addict, the question becomes, “What do we do with them now?” Read More»

One nation under God?

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Someone said there were about 1,500 Marines present for the opening of the recent National Convention of the Marine Corps League in Mobile, Ala. Almost none of them were on active duty, however. Yet, as the Commandant of the Marine Corps has stated, and as Marines have known for decades, “once a Marine, always a Marine.” There are no former or ex-Marines. Read More»

Stupid warning labels

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It was 4 a.m. a few weeks ago and I had to get on the road. The hour was early enough that it would be some time before I could stop for a much needed cup of coffee. In the bathroom, I spied one of those little bottles of 5-hour energy drinks.

“Ah, just the thing,” I thought to myself as I unscrewed the top. Just as I was about to down the whole thing in one gulp, something on the little bottle caught my eye.

I lowered the bottle, looked at it, and, to my surprise and horror, it wasn’t a 5-hour energy drink at all. Read More»

The dangers of reading fiction

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I have not been an avid fan of fiction — at least when it comes to reading. I do read a great deal when I get the time but it’s usually non-fiction. Much of it is related to my profession, of course. I also like to read biographies and books on history. I also read magazines: news magazines, military magazines, motorcycles magazines, and religious magazines. Read More»

Senoia museum worthy of note

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Not long ago, while traveling through the town of Senoia, Ga., I decided to stop at the Senoia Area Historical Society Museum. I had passed by the place many times and had always thought, “Hmmm. I should stop in there sometime,” but I was always in a hurry. This time, even though I didn’t have a great deal of time, I decided to stop anyway. I was glad I did.

Senoia, Ga., is a town with more than a 150-year history. When my family moved to Georgia in 1983, Senoia appeared to be a tiny, sleepy village with, in essence, a Main Street with a few businesses. Read More»

The woods

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When I was growing up in northeast Tennessee I never heard the term “forest.” Our term was “the woods.” In the vacant lot near my home, the neighborhood boys and I would play “in the woods.” In Tennessee, there are lots of opportunities to be in the woods.

Across from Ross N. Robinson Junior High School, there were woods too. Back in those days, students, even junior high students, could leave the campus and go to a local restaurant for lunch. Just across the highway was Gary’s Restaurant. Behind Gary’s were the woods. Read More»

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