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Kim Isaacs…miss you guys like crazy. Thank you for your support of WHR and veterans.

Angel Joan Marine…thank you for you for your service, following WHR and support of veterans. Much appreciated.

Thank you Payton Durdin for following and supporting veterans. Love you, brother. Please tell everyone all your family that I love them too.

Thank you 772Echo for following and liking War Horse Ranch. Thank you for your support of veterans. 

I don’t usually copy and paste many posts from others, but this kinda hit home for me.

I may upset a few of you by posting this. We can handle it one of two ways: discuss it like adults or you can unfriend me. Your choice. You have your opinion and I have mine. But I might add that my ancestors came here from other countries, as did most everyone else's ancestors, and they learned the language and worked and never once did I hear any of them trash America. They became citizens, were proud to be one and some served in the military!

I have no problem with anyone coming here and making a good life for themselves and their family, BUT if you are coming here and expect us to become what you just came from, then that’s not happening! Return and work in your country and make it better where you can be proud to live in it.

Muslims who want to live under Islamic Sharia law were told on Wednesday to get out of AMERICA, as the government targeted radicals in a bid to head off potential terror attacks.

“IMMIGRANTS, NOT AMERICANS, MUST ADAPT.”
Take it or leave it. I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks, we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Americans. This culture has been developed over two centuries of struggles, trials and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom.
We speak ENGLISH, not Spanish, Lebanese, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society, learn the language.

Most Americans believe in God. This is not some Christian, right wing, political push, but a fact, because Christian men and women, on Christian principles, founded this nation, and is clearly documented. It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools.

If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our "culture." We will accept your beliefs, and will not question why. All we ask is that you accept ours, and live in harmony and peaceful enjoyment with us. This is OUR COUNTRY, OUR LAND, and OUR LIFESTYLE, and we will allow you every opportunity to enjoy all of this.

But once you are done complaining and whining about Our Flag, Our Pledge, Our Christian beliefs, or Our Way of Life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great AMERICAN freedom,
"THE RIGHT TO LEAVE".

If you aren't happy here, then LEAVE. We didn't force you to come here. You asked to be here. So accept the country that accepted you.

NOTE:
IF we circulate this among ourselves, WE will find the courage to start speaking and voicing the same truths.
If you agree, please SEND THIS ON and as for those who disagree, move to a country that suits you and live there. "
THANK YOU! 🇺🇸
Copy and Paste if you want...I can't be the only American that feels this way. As stated at the start, I copied it from a friend! 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸❤️❤❤️🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
This is what made America what it is today and we're slowly losing it.

Thank you Payton Durdin for liking War Horse Ranch’s FB page and supporting veterans.

Thank you Fish Or Price Ranch for the follow. We appreciate your support of veterans.

War Horse Ranch, LLC LOGO Redesign. Which one do you think best represents? Should the word “War Horse” be on the same line or above/below one another? What about the letter font? Notice just Horse head, the Human figure, Dog figure, Human & Dog figure, Dog w/vest, Dog w/o vest.

Thank you to S Khan and Kendra McIlvee Twitty for liking War Horse Ranch’s FB page. Thank you for supporting our American Heroes while rescuing horses and dogs.

Sorry for the length, but sometime it just flows out this way.

In my youth, today was always a day for wearing summer clothes, swimming, eating watermelon, drinking sweet tea and blowing up overpriced fireworks from a local stand.

As I got older and joined the military, Independence Day took on a different meaning. It made me think and wonder about our forefathers who fought and died so feverishly and with such conviction for our freedom to do these things and I suppose blow up fireworks (even though that’s symbolic).

35 yrs ago today, that meaning changed all over again. The events that unfolded this date in 1989 forever changed my life, my views on life, my purpose in life and sparked an unmeasurable ambition for my need to protect, provide and care for another.

I always thought I knew what love was until you came into my life. Little did I know that I didn’t know not only what it was, but how deep it could run or how wide of berth it could lend.

So many people knew you before you even came to us on this date. They loved you because we loved you. They cared because we cared. They felt the need for protection because we had to protect…and we protect our own.

As time passed, my memories range from your first act of sh****ng and pi***ng all over me and a 3 week old infant to an 18 month old child holding my finger walking up the gangplank at the airport still warring your diaper (of course with boots and jeans). The memories of you sitting on the countertop of your Grammy’s home, helping her cook, folding your hands, bowing your head and saying prayers before meals and bedtime. The memories of you playing games, telling secrets and laughing with your Pawpaw. Some of the funniest comments to fall from the mouth of a child…to the pride (and relief) felt as a parent of a returning soldier from war.

The fear of losing you to a bottle or an unnecessary fight was overwhelming. The need to intervene unmatched by the needs to just keep you alive from your public and silent death.

Today I stop, reflect back, and remember all the reasons why this date is so much more than just our nation’s date of independent birth. For me, it’s the meaning that today is also the birth of my firstborn. It’s the memory of your cries, your touch, your need for the ever “why” explanation and your need in knowing that there are forces in the world that hold you up for the things you do today as a parent in your own right.

He’s now older, a hard worker who provides not only for himself, but unselfishly for his wife and children. Yes it’s taken him down dark places to get here, but this is where he’s at and this is where he needs to be at this moment.

His family adores him. He’s a man of protection, high integrity, strong morals, strong conviction and deep love. He’s a man of compassion towards others, has deep roots when he befriends you and a man of deep thought. He’s an artisan of many mediums and a good man to have in your corner if ever a need for a fight. He’s devoted to his family, close friends and sincere in his actions, unwavering in his convictions, open to dialogue and reasoning (most of the time) and one of the most influential people within my own circle.

I could as for others to help me wish my son a happy birthday…and he’ll graciously accept it and be very humble the act. Instead, I’d like for you to not only wish him a HAPPY BIRTHDAY, but also share your story of him. Post it below within the comments. My goal is to present them to him in a special manner.

So…to end a lengthy post for a simple act, let me say…

Dear son,
You’ve changed my life on so many levels and in so many ways. I can’t thank you enough for the honor of calling me dad. Anyone can father a child, but it takes someone special to be a dad…and I wear mine like a badge of honor…so THANK YOU for bestowing that upon me.

THANK YOU for changing my life. It was certainly headed down a road of death. THANK YOU for allowing me to see the world through your eyes and feel the love felt by your hands. THANK YOU for making me a better person, a better man and motivating me to rise above. THANK YOU for allowing me to be your father. HAPPY BIRTHDAY son.

Love you,
Dad.