Monday, May 30, 2011

THANK YOU for supporting our troops

Wow. And I mean WOW.
I'm posting this now, but technically, the Tour de Troops goes on until midnight, and I'll get e-mail codes out to those who posted closer to midnight tomorrow in the am [I've got to go to work early, and it is past my bedtime---dang, that makes me sound old]

If, for some reason, you had trouble with your coupon code or you didn't get an e-mail with the code--PLEASE e-mail me--- and I will take care of that IMMEDIATELY.  I did have three e-mails bounce back, but I think they have found their way to their destination now.

I don't have a final tally yet of how many books were given out, but a HUGE thank you to the Indie Book Collective. This was something really amazing that they did and I am humbled and blessed to have been a part of it.

So, once again, because we certainly don't say it enough. THANK YOU to our troops.
I wanted to close with this poem... I'm going to start a series here called Unexpected Inspiration---meaning that we sometimes find inspiration where we don't expect it. This is not just geared toward writers, but just anyone who wants to be inspired.

I confess, I never knew General Patton was a poet. Now, I know he was pretty controversial, and I'm not here to debate anything, but here is an excerpt from a poem he wrote. I thought it was really moving--and a source unexpected inspiration.

I thought it was a nice way to close out this weekend. So God bless y'all. And THANK YOU all.

Through a Glass, Darkly  by George Patton

Perhaps I stabbed our Savior

In His sacred helpless side.

Yet I've called His name in blessing

When in after times I died.

Through the travail of the ages,

Midst the pomp and toil of war,

Have I fought and strove and perished

Countless times upon this star

I have sinned and I have suffered

Played the hero and the knave

Fought for belly, shame or country

And for each have found a grave.

So as through a glass, and darkly

The age long strife I see

Where I fought in many guises,

Many names, but always me.

So forever in the future,

Shall I battle as of yore,

Dying to be born a fighter,

But to die again, once more.


Michele Stefanides said...

Hi Dawn,
Here's the link to my review of Leaving the Comfort Cafe. I enjoyed the book very much. Thanks so much for participating in this wonderful blog tour.


Dawn said...

Michele--- thank you so much for your kind words. Thank YOU for helping us give books to soldiers. Take care!