Tuesday, October 20, 2015

SPIRITUALLY BLIND, CONFUSED AND DEAD


Spiritually Blind, Confused and Dead
Dear Lord,
I woke up one morning with this pain deep in my chest, a burden so heavy caused by years of built up stress, it dropped me down to my knees, arms raised I felt lead to confess the sins of this world. Father, some of us are spiritually blind. Others are spiritually confused but worst of all, there are some that are spiritually dead. I remember watching on the TV not so long ago, the arrival of Pope Francis to America. So many people were in AWE as if he were your son. These are the spiritually blind. Those that are putting their hope in the pope to throw them a rope which will lead them to salvation, but only Christ can do that. Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved (Acts 4:12). The Pope has become the “Golden Calf” of this era. An idol, worshipped by those who have lost their way but if they read your word, Jesus already told us that he is the way, and the truth and the life. No one comes to the father except through Him (John 14:6). Reciting “Hail Mary full of Grace” are prayers that are misplaced, it’s a disgrace because ultimately they should be seeking your face. Only you can give us Grace Lord. Our gift for seeking your face was your eternal grace through your son who died on the cross to save your chosen elect that were lost. You made him who had no sin to be sin for us (2 Corinth 5:21).
Confessionals and rosary beads are used as a means to satisfy their needs of cleaning their soul, at 1st glance you see this sparkling white porcelain clean bowl but deep in their hearts you’ll discover a black hole because it is empty. We are all sinners Father. For all have sinned and fall short of your glory (Romans 3:23) and the wages of sin is death but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord (Romans 6:23). All are justified freely by your grace through the redemption that came by your son (Romans 3:24) but only if they believe in Christ as their savior. The spiritually blind are being led by the spiritually confused. These false teachers, like prosperity preachers are nothing more than wolves in sheep’s clothing. Joel Olsteen can boost your self-esteem but won’t lead you to God. They won’t preach what needs to be said, otherwise their mega churches would be dead. They’re preaching “feel good” sermons Father. These people are nothing more than “Clouds without rain”, blown along by the wind; autumn trees, without fruit and uprooted – twice dead (Jude 1:12). Their sermons have no real nourishment for the soul. Then you have the condemner who doesn’t explain how to be saved but assures you that “you’re going to hell” which leads people to think “Oh well. I might as well enjoy this world while I can”, they don’t believe or fear you, all of their trust is in man, and they seek not your face nor your hand because you don’t even exist. The idea that you don’t even exist to these people means they are spiritually sick but most of them are spiritually dead like zombies without a brain in their heads or a hospitalized patient not taking their meds. These are those that have fully committed and acclimated to living in the world.
Your words mean nothing to them and they are the creators of their own fate. Scientist and atheist are working to keep your word out of public schools which will breed a generation of fools who are non-believers of God. The fool says in his heart, “There is no God” (Psalm 53:1) and I find it kind of odd that our youth are not allowed to learn about God but it’s perfectly fine to spend a little time learning about being transgender and homosexuality, but in reality, it’s a tragedy how badly they want you to just fade away. The world is growing colder and bolder and Christians are being persecuted and slain like soldiers on a battle field because we refuse to yield and be consumed by the evil of this world. Father, your son told us that this would happen. “If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first” (John 15:18). He also said that if we belonged to the world, it would love us as its own but we don’t belong to the world because he has chosen us out of the world which is why the world hates us (John 15:19). Lord, I pray that the spiritually blind, like Saul will receive their sight and come to the realization that Jesus is the light that will guide them to the father and give them the strength to fight in this spiritual warfare to not do wrong, but to do what is right and pleasing to your name, no longer spiritually lame and the fruit of their tree will lead others to do the same. The spiritually confused has learned to misuse your word for personal gain by feeding off of the pain of those that are blind and are seeking your name. Shame on them for misleading lost souls. They are bad trees and they produce bad fruit. Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire (Matthew 7:19).
I pray it’s not too late for the spiritually dead because somewhere along the way, those poor souls were misled and even though they are the ones who persecute us the most, I pray that you bless them with your heavenly host so they could feel what we feel and testify that it is real and finally understand why we don’t put our trust in any man because we know that there is something far more greater, and that is You.
Amen




Thursday, October 8, 2015

CRIES FOR FORGIVENESS


CRIES FOR FORGIVENESS


Always Remember

I’ve heard your cries for forgiveness.  They
touched deep down in my heart and my soul.

I will never forget your cries, for my heart was
crying along with you because my love for you
is so deep.

I told you I forgive you and now you have to ask
God to forgive you.  You then took my advice and
asked God our Father to forgive you.

You felt His presence when you asked Him to forgive
you and right then and there you felt that deep burden
lifted off your shoulders.

You had joy and peace in your heart because you knew
God had forgiven you.  I then told you that you had to
forgive yourself.

Again, you took that step and asked God to help you
forgive yourself.  You did.  Your soul/spirit is now free.

When God forgives you, whatever you have done in the
past is thrown in the sea of forgetfulness.  Your slate is
clean and you start life anew.

Remember, God will forgive you of all your sins just ask
and believe in Him.

Copyright 2006  Florence Jean Wiggins



WHY DID THIS HAPPEN?








WHY DID THIS HAPPEN?


All Because I Am A Marine

While driving down the street I was hit head on by
another car.  A little dazed I get out the car to check
the damage.  I walked away from the car to get out
of harm’s way and to make a phone call but I am
stopped by a police officer who for some reason thinks
I am trying to run away.

Next thing I know, I’m in handcuffs that are too small for
my wrists.  I’m then escorted to the police car and placed
in the car.

The police officer goes through my ID and sees that I am
a Marine.  He turns to me and makes the statement: “Oh
you are a Marine, you think you’re a tough guy.”  Next thing
I know, I’m tazed.  I feel like I can’t breathe.  I’m fighting for
air now.  My reflex after being tazed causes me to kick.

Oh no, I just kicked the window out of the police car but you
know what, I can now breathe again.  Why was I tazed?  And
what happened to the man who hit may car?  After all, he
was the one under the influence not me.  Is he free while I
sit here in jail?  Where is he?  I WONDER.

Copyright 2006  Florence Jean Wiggins

IRAQ




IRAQ


To All Our Troops Serving And Preparing To Serve In IRAQ

I – I don’t want my three sons going to Iraq.
R – Real reason for the U.S. involvement is what?
A – Are any elected officials children now serving?
Q – Quit sending our troops to be slaughtered.

When in the war zone, keep God’s Word in your heart.
It is the compass that keeps you on course.

You will find that you are free when you live for God
each day you are out in the field serving your country.

If you don’t live for God, you will find that you have chains
of bondage shackled around your ankles. You won’t be
confident out in the field.

You want God to dangle and cover you with His blood so
the enemy can’t find you in the war zone of Iraq.

The more clearly you see that God is sovereign in all things,
the less perplexed you are when man/the enemy tries to
trick you.

When you see that you are in a difficult state, you look
toward God to guide you.

If you love God, you will have no fear of Him or man.

Trust God to guide you through this war in Iraq.

Copyright 2006  Florence Jean Wiggins



REMEMBER THE SACRIFICE



REMEMBER THE SACRIFICE

Dedicated To All Our Troops/Soldiers Overseas

R – Rockets shooting overhead to their targets.
E – Everybody is to always be alert/watchful.
M – Mines are hidden in the ground.  Be careful.
E – Each step is taken with caution.
M – Marines presence gives us support/strength.
B – Bombs above directly hit their targets.
E – Echo Company makes their move forward.
R – Recon has already surveyed the area.

T – Troops get in position to fight the enemy.
H – Heavy artillery is now being fired.
E – Enemy is seen in the foreground.

S – Shoot your weapons in that area.
A – Allow no survivors to go free.
C – Crush the enemy.  NOW!!!
R – Run them out of the area.
I – Into the hills they run and hide.
F – Fallen are many of their soldiers.
I – In our ranks there are causalities too.
C – Call upon God for deliverance of our troops.
E – Even our troops/soldiers have fallen.

Copyright 2006  Florence Jean Wiggins





THE HEAT IN IRAQ


THE HEAT IN IRAQ

Dedicated To All Our Troops In IRAQ

As I sit here in my nice comfortable room, I think
about the suffering and pain my son and the troops
are going through in IRAQ.

With the average temperature being about 130 degrees
it feels to them like a hot hair dryer constantly being on
them with no relief in sight.  It also feels as though they
are in the kitchen where their dinner is being prepared
and the oven door is opened to check on their dinner.
That blast of heat when they open the oven door is the
heat felt in IRAQ at all times of the day. 

Now maybe when they are blessed at night the temperature
will drop down to 100 degrees.  That is a slight relief for our
troops.  That drop in IRAQ is like 60 degrees here in the U.S.,
a welcome change in temperature.

Don’t dare leave your water bottle outside in the heat of the
day, if you do, be prepared to make hot tea because that is
how hot the water will be.  Who wants hot tea in the middle
of the dessert?

Let’s continue to pray for our troops everywhere.

Copyright 2006  Florence Jean Wiggins

ALWAYS SAFE



ALWAYS SAFE

Chilling In Iraq/Busting Tires/Danger/LVS/Wiggins

When I look at the pictures you sent me of the bullet
holes in the windshields of a vehicle in Iraq and for all
I know it could have been the vehicle you were driving,
how can you say “always safe”.

When I hear the news on the TV set as I watch CNN news
about the different attacks on civilians and our troops, how
can you say, “always safe”.

When I hear how different convoys going out in the field and
how some are hit with IED’s and other weapons, how can you
say, “always safe”.

When I see you back at base just chilling with your homeboy in
a relax setting of a calm Iraq, how can you say, “always safe”.

Then I remember one very important thing and the reason why
you can say, “always safe”.  You have Christ in your life and He
will always keep you safe from all hurt, harm and danger seen
and unseen.  You know no matter what, your soul is “always safe”
in Christ’s Hands.  Thank GOD.


Copyright 2006  Florence Jean Wiggins

NEXT TO HIM



NEXT TO HIM

As a fallen soldier was shipped home, his wife
had to have one last night sleeping next to her
husband.

She went into the funeral home and laid down
next to his casket and she spent her last night
next to her husband in his casket.

While laying there she remembered nothing but
the good times they had together.  If there were
any bad times they didn’t even come into her
thoughts.  She just wanted to remember all the
good they shared, nothing else mattered.

As she felt herself getting tired, she played some
of his favorite songs as though he could hear them
and then she fell asleep.

When she woke up she felt that she got the chance
to tell her love good-bye last night.  She felt a peace
in her heart like never before. 

She knows she will see him again in heaven, praising God.

Copyright 2006 by Florence Wiggins & ilovepoetry.com


MARINE' ARRIVAL




MARINE’S ARRIVAL

We’re on our way back from a beautiful vacation in Florida.
The plane approaches the airport in New York.  I look out
the window and it seems as if I could see my house down
below.

The plane lands.  It comes to a stop but for some strange
reason the seatbelt sign is still on, then we hear an
announcement over the loudspeaker.  It is the captain and
he is addressing us.  He informs us that we have one of our
fallen soldiers aboard on his way home. The captain ask us
to stay seated until the Marine that is Escorting this fallen
soldier home gets off the plane first.

When he leaves the plane he goes to where the fallen
soldier was placed.  As other Marines meet him they go in,
place the flag the Marine had in his lap on the plane, over
the casket and take the fallen soldier out. 

They proudly carried the fallen soldier’s casket to the Hurst
and off they go into the distance to the fallen soldier’s
hometown to be buried.

Copyright 2006 by Florence Wiggins & ilovepoetry.com


WOUNDED WARRIORS



WOUNDED WARRIORS

First level of treatment, bandagesTriage is the next level. 
Next, The Golden Hour which is one hour, they have a chance.

The Medicine Man will get them to the proper medical care.
They are brought to the Cash Hospital or Surgical Unit.
Freedom Bird will take them to the hospital.  Make sure bleeding
has stopped.  

Under the Geneva Convention, no weapons can be on the choppers.
Terrorist shoot at anything flying.  They have to fly evasively.  They
try to save whoever goes in.

Most of the time they are under attack but they don’t stop saving
lives.  Alarm Red meaning eminent danger but the doctors stay at
the soldier’s bedside.

When chopper arrives, they go out and get them and race to the ER.
They tell the soldiers what they are doing because of the fear they
have. Most of them don’t want to go home.  They want to go back out
with their troops.

In taking them by plane they have to try and keep the wounded soldiers
alive until they get to their destination.  They transform a C141 from
tactical to practical.  They need to move the injured.  Flight Medics are
ready. 

Litter patients first.  Next ambulatory.  Last critical patients because
they will be the first to leave the plane.  Plane goes dark for tactical
takeoff.  When Iraq airspace is cleared, then lights go back on.  Six
hours later touchdown in Germany.  The soldiers will get continued
treatment there.

Maxwell Hall is for the Wounded Warriors.  Counseling, eating, sleeping
and change of life issues are discussed there.  When they go home there
is no one to talk to.  Maxwell Hall helps them to adjust to life before
going home.

I hope people don’t forget our troops in uniforms.

Copyright 2006 by Florence Wiggins & ilovepoetry.com



BULLET HOLE



BULLET HOLE

As I look at the bullet hole in the window I think of
its destination.

Was its destination animate or was its destination
inanimate?  Who or what suffered the damage/destruction
when the bullet shot through this window and reached its
destination?  Who shot this bullet?

The damage to the window was minimum.  Just the hole can
be seen.  The glass wasn’t shattered upon impact through it.
It was round like the shape of a donut hole.  What was the
shape/condition of its destination after being hit?

This was a sniper’s bullet trying to hit one of our troops.  Its
destination was for something that was animate.  I’m talking
about human life but God was on the side of this troop’s life.

God’s presence directed the bullet to another location.  God’s
presence directed the bullet to an object that was inanimate
which saved human life and made that troop/soldier aware
and on his guard that danger was in their area.

Put on the whole armor of God and you will be protected from
the enemy.


LEAGUE OF AMERICAN POETS – Verify Poem

WHO IS MOTHERS OF AMERICA?



WHO IS MOTHERS OF AMERICA?

Who’s Really Behind This Organization?

Why was this group formed and who is really responsible
for organizing this group?

It has been brought to my attention that this group was
formed because soldiers were going home after boot camp
complaining to their mothers about the things they had to
endure in boot camp.

Of course being a mother they felt that their child should not
have to endure such treatment.

When in a war zone, do the enemy slack up on you?  If the
weather is too hot or too cold do you not perform your duty?

If you don’t perform well you might be wounded or killed, then
who is at fault?  It won’t be the military.  They tried to do their
jobs and train their soldiers/troops under all conditions.

Should this group should be held accountable for the weaknesses in
our troops?  Now the question is, “Who is really responsible for
 organizing this group?”  How about our enemy to make our troops
weaker.

We need God’s presence in our troops.

Copyright 2006  Florence Jean Wiggins


BEWARE OF THE YELLOWMEN




BEWARE OF THE YELLOWMEN

Wake Up America For Destruction Is Coming.

When I was a child, I went to church a lot.  During one
of the services, we had a visiting missionary speak.  Her
theme/message was “Beware of the Yellowmen”. 

Back then her theme/message didn’t seem important but
now as an adult her theme is very important to me and it
should be to this country.

Open your eyes America and look at what is happening in
the world today.

In the Korean War we fought against China and North Korea.
In World War II we fought against Japan.  Japan bombed
Pearl Harbor, the U.S. bombed Hiroshima.  In the Vietnam War
we fought China and the North Vietnam.  Now who is
building up their army and weapons of mass destruction?

America is sleeping and not focusing on who they really should
be focusing on.  Retaliation is coming back on America.  We need
to “Beware of the Yellowmen”. 

Destruction is coming sooner than we think.  America needs to turn
back to God now before it is too late.

Trust in God.

Copyright 2006  Florence Jean Wiggins


THEY'RE LEAVING



THEY’RE LEAVING

They’re Joining The United States Marine Corps

Our children are so precious to us.  We want the best
for them always.

We try to protect them from hurt, harm and danger in
this world but sometimes we just can’t protect them.

We watch them grow up from being and infant and reach
adulthood.  We watch them attend kindergarten through
high school.  Some of them will continue on with their
education to go to college and some to grad school.

These achievements we are happy to witness.  Our hearts
rejoice because of these achievements.  Our children then
decide they want to go a step further.  The want to join the
U.S. Marine Corps.

Their father is a Marine and now they want to be a Marine
like him.  The happiness and joy now turns to love, support
and concern.

You support their decision but you have that concern for their
safety/welfare.  They are your children and you want them to
be happy in this next step that they have taken by showing your
support for them.

The concern for your children will always be there.  Now is the
time to put your complete faith and trust in God.  They will be safe.

Copyright 2005  Florence Jean Wiggins



A YEAR LATER



A Year Later

The time has come for us to end what they begun.
They gave a fierce blow but if we stay down then they've won.
So many lives lost without firin' a single gun.  With petty difference aside as a nation we must be one.

No red or yellow, no black or white.  No gay or straight, no more wrong or right.
No fear in our hearts cause with fear there's no fight.
No more hidin' in darkness, we must stand strong in the light.

A strategic attack; they loose 19, we loose 3000.
People afraid to leave their homes, even those in public housing.
In the projects I've seen battles everyday, but what's the point of counting; cause the losses in the hood is the force of a stone while 9-11 is the force of a mountain.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not sayin' I don't care.  I was born in the hood; my heart will always be there.  But to see so much pain, so many eyes with a tear.  So much confusion, men women children; so much debris, so much fear.

I tip my hat to the officers who firmly stood their ground.  My hat goes off for the firefighters who made sure they stuck around.  
My heart goes out to those that were lost, and my prayers go to those that were found.  Adaptation is the key for us to succeed; we can't fight if we keep our heads down.

J. WIGGINS AKA OFFICIAL - Copyright 2009
PERSONAS OF A PROJECT POET-The Diary of a Black Man


INNER THOUGHTS (WHILE ON THE ISLAND)


INNER THOUGHTS
(WHILE ON THE ISLAND)

The longer you're on the Island the more you get noticed.  People focus on you, especially if you've recently had family become  part of their family.  Even more so if you have family on the island simultaneously with you.  Well I'm the lucky dude that suffers from both cases and what makes these situations taken an elevated position is the size of my family bloodline.

You're just mindin' your business then out of the blue individuals come up with names to describe you.  Like my oldest brother, a jerk and devilish smile, the man is so huge that they called him the green mile.  My older brother and me lucked out it seems.  We always ended up with names that locked us up in a team.  Names like those cornbread fed mofo's or craig and debo.   Sometimes somethin' simple like THE WIGGINS BOYS or THE BASH BROTHERS cause with the sticks we brought the noise.

It seems like half the island respects us while the other half is scared, and they know they're on the island so they get tough to show no fear.  The DI'S are similar in a different sort of way.  Some of them use their authority to play their mind games and try to break us down...I guess we're the new "Mess with me" model of recruit.  But the more I think about it the more it makes sense; MARINES like challengin' large obstacles to help keep them convinced that they are indeed the best of the best.  Now I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't slip a bit from time to time, but I never lost it.  Slippin' is completely different from loosin' it.  But my older brother, that cool "brother", is just that..cool, calm and collected.  Thoroughly respected by me with a capital "T".  I see him slip from time to time but not nearly as severely as me.  Now I see, he has the patience while me and oldest, we hate waiting.  But that's what I'm here for, to explore my abilities and earn some money in the process.  After all...my SDI said it best;  "THROUGH PAIN COMES COMPLIANCE".

J. WIGGINS AKA OFFICIAL
Copyright 2009 - PERSONAS OF A PROJECT POET - THE DIARY OF A BLACK MAN



SNIPER'S STORY




SNIPER’S STORY
He sat in silence in a swampland foreign to him.  With snakes swimmin’ beside him…he just sat.  Camouflage covered his coal black skin; the Bastareds of 27 got called in to give cover fire for a sniper.  Still, he sat in silence waitin’ for that first shot.  This soldier is not a new kid on the block, for this was his fifth mission in a month.  This fifth week made him weak.  Minutes felt like hours but he still had the power to withstand the wait.  His military mentality manipulated his mind and body.  Sittin’ in the homeland of rice patties, he tried to push aside the thought that he was now a daddy.  A daddy creates lives while a father provides for those lives.  Deep down inside he knew he wanted to be a father but to do so, he had to stay alive.  To survive he claimed no friends in his company; to him those men were just company.  I too wouldn’t recommend makin’ friends with men whose lives could end any moment.  The moment of truth had come to past, at last he heard the blast from a Springfield 03.  That’s when the enemy started lookin’ in the trees to see where the shot came from.  With the sun beatin’ the back of his neck and sweat drippin’ from his chin, he was ready to begin.  He forced his focus on the field in front of him.  The fight was in his foreground and in his background, his life away from the fight…his friends, his family; his future.  The Japs. started shootin’ back, that’s when his company countered the Japs. counter-attack.  The Bastards of 27 blasted anything with a weapon…mission complete.  With the battle won he lowered his gun, but his body grew sore; he knew he had more to do.  He knew they’ve won the battle but they had a war to look forward to.

J. WIGGINS AKA OFFICIAL
Copyright 2009 - PERSONAS OF A PROJECT POET - THE DIARY OF A BLACK MAN



A MARINE SINCE BIRTH





A MARINE SINCE BIRTH

“Rise and shine, exercise time”, that’s what my mom cried as I wiped cold from my eyes.  Wit my breath still hummin’; 50 pushups 100 crunches now time for mornin’ runnin’…a 5k to start my day.  I just turned 8 and I’m feelin’ great; I’m in tip top shape not even close to my prime, by the time I was 9 a 10k was cake.  I escaped from society’s statistical criminology with my athletic ability thanks to my father’s Marine mentality.  The man made a man out of me before I reached my teens.  He kept me focused on my dreams and with a mom like mine on his team, my confidence kept building.

In high school I was the cool captain that every man wanted to be and every woman wanted to be with.  I was the B.O.M.B. and I didn’t take anything from anybody.  If you showed respect towards me I returned the love respectably.  That’s the way I grew to believe life was meant to be.  Becoming a senior taught me how to be a leader.  In college I gained knowledge but learned little from the teachers.  Now here I stand a grown man workin’ on a  plan to put a some paper in my hand…legally.  I went and joined the Marines.

The Marines told me that I had to quit smokin’ but that’s like writin’ a love poem after your heart was just broken…impossible.  But I’ve never been so serious about something so serious…I need this.  So much anger and aggression, depression and stressin’ over what?...Nothin’.  After watchin’ my brother graduate with honors then lookin’ in his eyes and seein’ his mind was cleared from drama I knew that was my callin’.  I even cut my hair for the occasion.  I finally quit my job’ I feel my work there is done.  Now my focus is the gym; it's like I’m back to square one.  Some folks were born to be famous and some to never be seen.  Well I was born to be both, born to be a Marine.

J. WIGGINS AKA OFFICIAL
Copyright 2009 - PERSONAS OF A PROJECT POET - THE DIARY OF A BLACK MAN


A PARIS ISLAND CHRISTMAS





A PARIS ISLAND CHRISTMAS

Tis  the  season  to   be  sneezin’  but   not  where  I  am  cause  the  sun  is  beamin’.  The   few   that  are  sneezin’  are  side  effects  from  weezin’.  It  seems  the  island  got  to  them  and  now  pneumonia  is  teasin’.

No   stockings   on   fireplaces   but   rifles  on  racks.   No  model  train  tracks  but  footlockers  neatly  stacked.  We  really  have  no  time  to  decorate  a  tree  so  we  grab  one  of  those  footlockers  and  on  top  steps  Chesty  Pulley.

Instead   of   snowflakes   there   are   swarmin’   sand  fleas.  The   pines   and   evergreens   are   replaced   by  palm   trees.  Havin’   snowball   fights  but  usin’  pebbles  and  stones.  But  of  course  on  my  team  is  the  warrior,  John  Basilone.

No  snow  so  no  snow  angels;  for  fun  we  have  the  rifle  range.  Snackin’   on  MRE’s  instead  of  minty  candy  canes.  And  who  needs  Christmas  carols  when  you  have  rifle  ditties.  BWT  in  the  woods  sort  of  creatin’  our  own  cities.

Then  out  rings  a  bell  soundin’  like  it’s  from  a  sleigh.  It’s  just  Hathcock  showin’  off,  bull’s  eye  from  two  miles  away.  Our  Santa  Clause  is  Gunny  Clauses,  carryin’  no  toys  for  girls  and  boys.  Instead  his  sack  is  completely  packed  with  the  types  of  toys  that  create  loud  noise.

No   magical  sleigh  but  a  loaded  Humm.  V.   William  Rupertus  ridin’  shotgun  reciting;  the   Rifleman’s  Creed.  You   can  forget  about  sharin’  a  nice  dinner  with  the  neighbors  cause  they  all   passed  out  in  the  dag-gone  gas  chamber.

A  Marine  always  holds  his  bearing  so  not  a  single  soul  is  smilin’;  and  that’s  a  typical  Christmas,  here  on  Paris  Island.

In order to lead you must first know how to follow.  Follow Series Plt. 1006
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J. WIGGINS AKA OFFICIAL
Copyright 2009 - PERSONAS OF A PROJECT POET - THE DIARY OF A BLACK MAN