Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Take Care

I will be taking a four week break from my blog as I prepare to return to my home, if I can post before then I will try my best. Thank you all for your comments and for your help through both your comfort and criticism. Take care

Sgt Zachary Scott-Singley


Melinda said...

God speed Zach. Thank you for sharing your journey with us. My prayers remain with you, your colleagues, and your family.

Paige said...

Be safe Zach. I'm glad you are getting to go home soon. Thank you for sharing part of yourself with us.

Anonymous said...

good news man, GOOD NEWS. almost there dude, don't even think about it any more. Just go through the motions and savor those sun rises and sun sets and think, "I'll never ever see this again, gladly," and next time you wake up your kids will be crawling across your face and you'll realize what it was all about. The rest will sort itself out in due time.

Zach, that America still has people like you is not only a credit to you, but a credit to America.

Put up some pics when you get home so we can see that big beautiful "I'm home" smile across your face!

jarvenpa said...

May you stay safe, and have a good homecoming to your beautiful wife and children.

Alain said...

This is the entry I was waiting for :) It's so good to read it !
Take care Zachary

Rose said...

I couldn't say it any better than everyone else already has. Can't wait to read your "I'm home" entry! Take care & happy holidays!

Puma said...

Yes Godspeed, Zach. And take the time to make the transition. A lot has changed here as well.

Tickneen said...

Way to go dude! Glad your time there is done. Get home safely and get busy livin! I bet you have a new career in this blogging thing! I will vote for you if you run for office dude!

Kate said...


Take care, dear Zach --

nothingnew said...

stay sharp zach, now is the time to make sure you stay extra focused and that you don't get careless, complacent, or distracted. make it back.

Russell said...

Thank you Zach and a job well done! GOOD LUCK and GOD BLESS

Anonymous said...

Zack, I can't wait to say.........WELCOME HOME!!!! Take care and stay safe, You are almost back home!!


Lance said...

I will surly miss your posts, but if no posts means going home...then silence truly is golden. Godspeed and take care!!!

marY-lous's guardian angel said...

sorry, this post was meant to be in response to your farewell post. here it is again.

mary-lou's guardian angel dijo...

marylou and nothingnew are examples that, in usa, nothing's new. the experiment has already failed.

muriKins been beating up on weaker peoples since day 1. read bury my heart at wounded knee, or a hundred other accounts. open your eyesto the genocide wrought by your SUV's, strip malls and walmart suburban sprawl. live by the sword, die by the sword.

"an all volunteer army"? yup. filled from the ranks of the southern, uneducated, unemployed or morally deficient. or just plain mean. love them skinhead looks on all the now-a-bit-portly west point grads running the "liberation process" around the world. mr snag from mi, how many O7's or higher go out on patrol, walking, with the likes of sgt zach and the all volunteer army? could marylou be helpful in falloojah as a cheerleader for our troops? contact your local recruiter, ma'am.

do any of you ever wonder what the little old ladies, and the young wives and religious groups did all those years between 1935 to 1944? in ole uncle germany? "but they're our husbands, brothers, neighbors, etc; and them damn pollacks attacked us anyway!" was it "tough fro them", rationalizing the concentration camps (guantanamo), the disappearing acts (rendition) the glorious speeches of their leaders (mission accomplished butch, chaingang, goebbels (rice, mengele, bolton, etc etc etc) as the wind carried the stench of burning flesh from the crematorium to their well kept homes? was it difficult for these damsels when the schools, hospitals, and infrastructure all went to war mode? (nola, fema, epa, etc etc etc). these "ladies" were surely proud of the "sacrifice" of their menfolk. could they also salute "la resistance" in france and elsewhere?

was it difficult for them l'il ole ladies, and young ladies, living a lie, repeating over and over to themselves the same old sad platitudes (we were attacked, fox news)? were they helpless to do anything except hide behind the propoganda and dummy leaders as their country went done the tubes?

see any parallels today in the late great usa?

nothingnew is 100% right; nothing's new. butchKo's usa and clingtongs usa has already failed. you are now more angry, afraid, rationalizing and distrustful than ever. the experiment was unsuccessful. before too long, your money will be worthless, the fields will produce no food, another culture or people will buy up all your homes and property and, just so you can eke out a living, put you all back to work tilling the soil, or in sweatshops to be, outwardly, more like the slaves you already are. ying. yang.

every cloud has a silver lining. it'll be the best of times for the next generation of WHITE peoples to be singing and composing their 21st century, post-DU blues............ you've tons to be proud of muriKins.

sgt scott and all the rest, muriKins, iraqis, palestinians and jews, keep safe and go home to your families with peace in your heart. you all are capable of much gentler behavior. even you marylou.

WE ARE ALL capable of much gentler behavior towards each other.

phinky said...

Good luck and Godspeed. Stay safe.

Umhakima said...

Have a safe trip home and enjoy yourself. have fun with the family and take care.

Smartypants said...

Safe travels!

And, may all the US soldiers come home from Iraq soon.

(I never did understand why we were there in the first place.)

Anonymous said...

I can't wait until you are back, my friend. I'll have to find some way to head out east and visit.

Take care,

Anonymous said...

Godspeed dear nephew. We're counting the days until you are home with Tara, Jake, Linnea and all of us. Take Care, Love Aunt S

A Soldier's Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed 'round the room and I cherished the sight.

My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure
and surrounded by love I would sleep.

In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.

Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, huddled here in the cold.

Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me,and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!

Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light, Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,

I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night. It's my duty to stand at the front of the line that separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.

My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December, "Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram will always remember."

My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam', And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue... an American flag.

"I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.

I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..

Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."

"But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?

It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget.

To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your own watch, no matter how long.

For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we fought and we bled.

Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered to you as you mattered to us. [author unknown]