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TMR in upstate NY (NY Council) or White Mountain adventure base NH (Boston Council)

http://www.reuters.com/article/domesticNews/idUSN2635130120080327

From what I understand every year they get 1 or 2 scouts that earn every badge. Yes I have meet 5 scouts who earned Eagle before 13 - each is still envolved in scouting - some were home schooled (parents used the progran as education) the rest felt they enjoyed scouting more than anything. One earned every badge - by the time he had 80 word spread and he had counselors calling him to ask if he had one they offered. He finished the last 2 on his 18th birthday.

Wrap the post with a small bit of 00 steal wool and put an extra back on the reverse side of the uniform.

I was just thinking about this problem today. Start a team of seasoned scouters to help orginize local units. It would take a team of 3-10 with a goal to recrute train and offer guidence for new units. Each district or council could have teams for Packs Troops and Crews. Scouting was always a grass roots program, find a location kids and willing parents then let the proram start. Promotioin is 2/3 motion!

Troop 139 WLACC 54 years 178 Eagles (low year 12 scouts - high year 85 scouts)

I wear the thin olive tie with my long sleve shirt on formal occasions. I did not put any knots or extra patches on this shirt, I try to have a simple understated apperance.

I would encourage you to stay on the Eagle board and vote no. This is a lack of scout spirt and he should not be granted the ranke of Eagle Scout.

The merit badge counselor should approve any work on the badge before any work no the badge can be started. Part of the process is for the scout is first talk to the adult and plan what he needs to do to earn the badge, not how fast he can finish the requirements.

This judge would be happy to ban the BSA and jail its Scoutmasters. Make no mistake the ACLU will change the face of America. When I was a young scout in the 60's some said that the USSR would be more like us and we would become a new Russia. Today I live in that Nation and if we just do nothing the America that every past generation fought to create will just fade away. The young scouts of today will fight with the help of GOD to save our Republic or it will be no more! GOD BLESS AMERICA

Some day (soon) the American people will no longer accept unelected judges changing our way of life; they will no longer be able tell good people they are wrong. If the ACLU continues to try and force God and the BSA out of America the backlash will put the ACLU on the junkheap of history. The USA needs the BSA and will do just fine without the ACLU!

A Soldier's Christmas 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 eye 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 Perhaps a Marine, 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" "Its 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 always remembers." 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 sisters and brothers who stand at the front against any and all, to insure 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. By Michael Marks, Christmas 2000 Thank the troops! http://www.defendamerica.mil/nmam.html

A Soldier's Christmas 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 eye 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 Perhaps a Marine, 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" "Its 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 always remembers." 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 sisters and brothers who stand at the front against any and all, to insure 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. By Michael Marks, Christmas 2000 Thank the troops! http://www.defendamerica.mil/nmam.html

Boy Scout - 2nd class Explorer - Eagle - Post Pres. - Council Expolrer Delegate Chairman Adult - ASM - Dist Advancement Chair - Crew Advisor P S - I would like to extend my personal thanks to any Vet who has defended our freedom. I remember talking to the soldiers who came home alone from Viet Nam and often were taunted in public. God bless y

The ACLU is attacking the military and the BSA. You can not take GOD out of public life and expect most just to go along with the idea this is good for our republic.