From: Ben517@aol.com
Sent: Saturday, October 17, 2009 5:45 PM
To: Ben517@aol.com
Subject: MAIL CALL NO. 1893 -517TH PRCT- 0CTOBER 17, 2009
70 Pleasant St. Cohasset, MA. 02025 ,781 383 0215 * Mail Call : Ben Barrett  Ben517@aol.com 

 
Hello,
 
Please send links  when possible. It saves me for searching for the link and saves space on Mail Call.
 
Donations for whatever program involving the 517th should be sent to our treasurer Leo Dean at 14 Stonehenge Lane, Albany 12203
 

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 Ben

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Recent website additions:

Remembrance of Capt. Robert P. Woodhull, by Tory Parlin

2009 Europe Road Trip Photos

Myrle Traver, F Co. biography


YouTube - Blood Upon the Risers(Gory Gory What a Hell of a Way ...

Click for Lyrics.A song written when the airborne divisions were formed. It's still played on Ft. Bragg every morning during PT


Rick Sweet

Hi Everyone,
         I am responding to Clair and putting my hand up for a reunion in Nashville, or anywhere else for that matter. It would be a shame not to continue getting together. I have only been able to attend Washington and St Louis. I missed Salt Lake due to reasons beyond my control but I know how important these things are. They should continue as long as they can be continued. I enjoy so much, meeting and talking to these great men that served with my father and also their families. It gives us all something great to look forward to. By the way from what I can put together my dad, Odas Sweet was also wounded on January 5th 1945. He got hit on the ear by shrapnel and he ran until he found the aid station. He thought he was hit bad. He was told that almost his whole unit was wiped out! He was with "H" co. I wish that he was around so that I could ask him things and get the facts. The 517th website is the next best thing for finding information. Please someone stand up to help the reunions continue. Even my mother is planning on coming to the next reunion. She just had her knee operated on so that she could walk better and attend. She is 82. My dad passed in 1959 and would be 84. Please don't let Salt Lake be the last one!!
 
SOB
Rick Sweet 


Matt Green

 Hi Ben, I have been thinking of making a trip to France & I was wondering if you have any tours planned next year, if so my wife & I would like to join you.  We didn't feel up to it when you went this year but we seem to be better now. Thank you.
   We read all the mail calls. Keep up the good work. Matt Greene


Steve Markle

 friend of mine just passed this on and I thought it worthy to keep it
going... Life is too short to keep your head stuck in the sand.
-Steve-


Mayonnaise Jar & Two Beers...

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a
day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 Beers

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of
him.

When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty
mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full..

They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.
He shook the jar lightly.

The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full.

They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.

Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

He asked once more if the jar was full.

The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'

The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the
entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the
sand..

The students laughed..

'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize
that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things---your family, your children, your
health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was
lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and
your car.

The sand is everything else---the small stuff.

'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room
for the pebbles or the golf balls.

The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have
room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.


Spend time with your children.

Spend time with your parents .

Visit with grandparents.

Enjoy your friendships.

Take time to get medical checkups..

Take your spouse out to dinner.

Play another 18.


There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.

Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter.

Set your priorities.

The rest is just sand.

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented.

The professor smiled and said, 'I'm glad you asked.'

The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's
always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.

Please share this with someone you care about.  I JUST DID!

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS...
...IT'S LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN !