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When President Reagan had been diagnosed with colon cancer and I had the same time. I wrote him a very special poem and he wrote me back this letter, I keep dear to my heart. You are still loved by us all, President Reagan! I honor you both always! President Reagan was the most caring president we had and his wife Nancy also. This nation needs someone like him again. A true president! I met President Reagan and Nancy His Wife; When They Were Visiting WRAMC In WASH. D.C. On The Day Of My Double Ear Surgery. I was a soldier in 1981 and they visited me! I Will Always Love Ya Both! The picture of him at hospital was given me by a congresswoman, I dearly love many years ago.
They were great friends of her. May You Both Rest In Jesus' Loving Arms Eternally! 
I would like to announce that Jesus and I just finished my 184th book listed below! Healing Touch Of Jesus" poems will help so many needing critically ill and their families. Hospice asked me make this book to help others know Jesus is Here always no matter what the situation. I make no financial gain from my writing but I do have the greatest gift. My Spiritual Walk With My Father!
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www.cbsnews.com/news/toxic-secret-07-11-2002/
Toy Soldiers Of The Top Hat Army
On the nights we, thirty women soldiers, trained as Top Hat recruits, we saw a General Loomis, a four star general and our own commanding general Mary Clarke. Searching through records and my help from retired F.B.I. detective, I discovered General Loomis was an alias for someone, who we will never know. I saw him too when we stood in formal military attire before him. We will never know who was the leader of our Top Hat but we do know that he was angry women were becoming more then W.A.C.S. He told us this often, women belonged as mothers and housewives. Leave the real work to the male soldiers. He called us toy soldiers, who wanted to exceed beyond our capabilities. On the night Top Hat I wasn’t afraid to tell him my life and how it was women; not men who ran our farm and still took care of our family. Young children battled the predators not men. I was taught by my Uncle Johnny Dale to shoot anything and throw knives, I told him. True I had a goal to change the world but not by violence but my dedication and love. I joined the army to preserve freedom and to honor my country in a way I couldn’t as a civilian to change the world one step at a time. I remember him, hugging me telling me Fort McClellan was changing the world in better ways. He said all of us would carry the healing seed in us. We could serve the world better as Top Hat soldiers, not only us; but the training platoons would carry the healing seed needed. I know in my heart, General Mary Clarke, knew we were being poisoned; but when you join the Army, you lose the rights as a civilian and become their toy soldier. In this case we all were toy soldiers, being groomed to become the victims of the most heinous conspiracy, chemical, and radioactive induced soldiers, whose legacy will be death. I know I am dying and not how much longer I have. I am a chemical soldier, birthed from the deadliest travesty in American history. Fort McClellan sought to build their own radioactive death chambers, enclosing us in a lifetime of agony and physical body destruction. My anatomy is becoming so brittle I lost it all and for what but a deadly game with a terroristic knife. But Jesus and I will continue to pray for and support all warriors needing our help. The uranium and plutonium we were tested with, is now implanted in us and warriors, fighting now. We might not have fought for our country in artillery war; but we became the Top Hat Soldiers, destined to die for the Army’s pleasure and denial. The agonizing voices of the dying will forever penetrate freedom’s walls, implanting a knife in its faithful warriors; but the silence from our government, we believe in, will be forever the rejecting sword against us. They can never save us from the agonizing death and death of our children; but they can get us the health and benefits we need. We must fight also and I am awaiting a bone scan document to prove how bad I am to give to the benefits board.
No matter how many times it takes I will get my 100 percent. I had to fight a devastating eradicating war without a healing weapon, forced to endure excruciating pain, without the ability to take pain medicines, watching my body die without the true answers of the true medical knowledge. We, Forgotten Toxic Veterans And Our Families, are the untold story of a time of negligence and conspiracy of the Army and Fort McClellan. Over 700,000 service members will die and many more innocent civilians and their families will suffer and die until the government gives us the congressional bills we are being denied. Every one of them are carrying our death blow, leaving us stranded without help! We need answers to our many diseases and death sentence not another conspiracy to cover up this injustice against The Forgotten Toxic Fort McClellan Soldiers!
On the nights we, thirty women soldiers, trained as Top Hat recruits, we saw a General Loomis, a four star general and our own commanding general Mary Clarke. Searching through records and my help from retired F.B.I. detective, I discovered General Loomis was an alias for someone, who we will never know. I saw him too when we stood in formal military attire before him. We will never know who was the leader of our Top Hat but we do know that he was angry women were becoming more then W.A.C.S. He told us this often, women belonged as mothers and housewives. Leave the real work to the male soldiers. He called us toy soldiers, who wanted to exceed beyond our capabilities. On the night Top Hat I wasn’t afraid to tell him my life and how it was women; not men who ran our farm and still took care of our family. Young children battled the predators not men. I was taught by my Uncle Johnny Dale to shoot anything and throw knives, I told him. True I had a goal to change the world but not by violence but my dedication and love. I joined the army to preserve freedom and to honor my country in a way I couldn’t as a civilian to change the world one step at a time. I remember him, hugging me telling me Fort McClellan was changing the world in better ways. He said all of us would carry the healing seed in us. We could serve the world better as Top Hat soldiers, not only us; but the training platoons would carry the healing seed needed. I know in my heart, General Mary Clarke, knew we were being poisoned; but when you join the Army, you lose the rights as a civilian and become their toy soldier. In this case we all were toy soldiers, being groomed to become the victims of the most heinous conspiracy, chemical, and radioactive induced soldiers, whose legacy will be death. I know I am dying and not how much longer I have. I am a chemical soldier, birthed from the deadliest travesty in American history. Fort McClellan sought to build their own radioactive death chambers, enclosing us in a lifetime of agony and physical body destruction. My anatomy is becoming so brittle I lost it all and for what but a deadly game with a terroristic knife. But Jesus and I will continue to pray for and support all warriors needing our help. The uranium and plutonium we were tested with, is now implanted in us and warriors, fighting now. We might not have fought for our country in artillery war; but we became the Top Hat Soldiers, destined to die for the Army’s pleasure and denial. The agonizing voices of the dying will forever penetrate freedom’s walls, implanting a knife in its faithful warriors; but the silence from our government, we believe in, will be forever the rejecting sword against us. They can never save us from the agonizing death and death of our children; but they can get us the health and benefits we need. We must fight also and I am awaiting a bone scan document to prove how bad I am to give to the benefits board.
No matter how many times it takes I will get my 100 percent. I had to fight a devastating eradicating war without a healing weapon, forced to endure excruciating pain, without the ability to take pain medicines, watching my body die without the true answers of the true medical knowledge. We, Forgotten Toxic Veterans And Our Families, are the untold story of a time of negligence and conspiracy of the Army and Fort McClellan. Over 700,000 service members will die and many more innocent civilians and their families will suffer and die until the government gives us the congressional bills we are being denied. Every one of them are carrying our death blow, leaving us stranded without help! We need answers to our many diseases and death sentence not another conspiracy to cover up this injustice against The Forgotten Toxic Fort McClellan Soldiers!
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Treason Or Change (Top Hat Soldier Was On Our Silver Helmets)
Taken by armored trucks in the dark of the night,
Thirty Top Hat women soldiers were selected to test new army techniques,
Used in the war now in tanks and artillery.
We were given top secret code names for the two weeks nightly .
On my silvery suit I wore Omega 3 emblazoned.
We were just numbers and letters to all of the commanders, just test victims.
A helicopter dropped some canisters in front of us,
Telling us these are placebos of the new generation,
Top Hats for the next battle will give us the winning hand.
We had wait five minutes before donning our gas masks.
Choking from the smoke coming from canisters,
My brain became woozy from the chemicals!
I had a headache for many days after,
Though I did a perfect gas mask procedure,
My red face, burned from the exposure to the chemicals.
Thirty women were picked out for these torturous tests.
We always felt the burning inside of us,
Told our participation will conquer the next war.
Hundreds of depleted uranium gigantic sheets of metal were placed.
We were given many weapons of war in hand,
Including a new canister weapon, a metal cutting laser.
Bazookas, rifles, and grenades were soon in our hands too.
The general told us this radioactive material was bulletproof.
We needed to determine how much depleted uranium was needed.
We wore no protective gear on our eyes or body.
Just a thin silvery suit and thin insulated gloves,
All Top Hat women soldiers were picked from different platoons.
Many nights of torturous tests now bear witness to our health,
Disintegrating bones in our spinal structure,
Cancerous tumors have invade our healthy tissue.
We were told all soldiers were participating in the same without knowledge.
We, chosen soldiers would help save the next generation soldiers,
We are saving our battle warriors with these tests.
The depleted uranium was exploded in thousand pieces;
Where we low crawled under huge barriers,
Leaving penetrated particles in our hands.
Two weeks we went through the most torturous tests.
Each night an armored truck would deliver us blindfolded,
Transporting to a new area to perform new tests from eating bitter rations to face paint.
I can never remember all we were put through;
But was so happy when my nightly visits were over.
I came down very sick in my stomach afterwards on bedrest.
Generals told us we couldn’t disclose our work,
Or we would have been court martialed for treason or disappear.
These tests would save others someday in war.
I became very ill all through the rest of my Army career,
Till an accident happened with a rhesus monkey in Walter Reed Washington D.C;
Where a research hospital decided to deploy me to a French army research hospital.
My colonel, a general, and my captain got me an honorable discharge;
Because suddenly I had again become a lab rat for the army,
Given torturous medical tests before I was saved by caring commanders.
Now the Army and Fort McClellan can no longer cover their deceit,
The chemical soup they have implanted in us was a devious plan,
The Veteran Affairs no longer denies the chemical soup, just downplays it.
The question Jesus and I now have for the government denying us:
Are you going to continue to deny your veterans,
Watching them die without their just rights and health benefits
Or continue to be part of the cover-ups?
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Treason Or Change (Top Hat Soldier Was On Our Silver Helmets)
Taken by armored trucks in the dark of the night,
Thirty Top Hat women soldiers were selected to test new army techniques,
Used in the war now in tanks and artillery.
We were given top secret code names for the two weeks nightly .
On my silvery suit I wore Omega 3 emblazoned.
We were just numbers and letters to all of the commanders, just test victims.
A helicopter dropped some canisters in front of us,
Telling us these are placebos of the new generation,
Top Hats for the next battle will give us the winning hand.
We had wait five minutes before donning our gas masks.
Choking from the smoke coming from canisters,
My brain became woozy from the chemicals!
I had a headache for many days after,
Though I did a perfect gas mask procedure,
My red face, burned from the exposure to the chemicals.
Thirty women were picked out for these torturous tests.
We always felt the burning inside of us,
Told our participation will conquer the next war.
Hundreds of depleted uranium gigantic sheets of metal were placed.
We were given many weapons of war in hand,
Including a new canister weapon, a metal cutting laser.
Bazookas, rifles, and grenades were soon in our hands too.
The general told us this radioactive material was bulletproof.
We needed to determine how much depleted uranium was needed.
We wore no protective gear on our eyes or body.
Just a thin silvery suit and thin insulated gloves,
All Top Hat women soldiers were picked from different platoons.
Many nights of torturous tests now bear witness to our health,
Disintegrating bones in our spinal structure,
Cancerous tumors have invade our healthy tissue.
We were told all soldiers were participating in the same without knowledge.
We, chosen soldiers would help save the next generation soldiers,
We are saving our battle warriors with these tests.
The depleted uranium was exploded in thousand pieces;
Where we low crawled under huge barriers,
Leaving penetrated particles in our hands.
Two weeks we went through the most torturous tests.
Each night an armored truck would deliver us blindfolded,
Transporting to a new area to perform new tests from eating bitter rations to face paint.
I can never remember all we were put through;
But was so happy when my nightly visits were over.
I came down very sick in my stomach afterwards on bedrest.
Generals told us we couldn’t disclose our work,
Or we would have been court martialed for treason or disappear.
These tests would save others someday in war.
I became very ill all through the rest of my Army career,
Till an accident happened with a rhesus monkey in Walter Reed Washington D.C;
Where a research hospital decided to deploy me to a French army research hospital.
My colonel, a general, and my captain got me an honorable discharge;
Because suddenly I had again become a lab rat for the army,
Given torturous medical tests before I was saved by caring commanders.
Now the Army and Fort McClellan can no longer cover their deceit,
The chemical soup they have implanted in us was a devious plan,
The Veteran Affairs no longer denies the chemical soup, just downplays it.
The question Jesus and I now have for the government denying us:
Are you going to continue to deny your veterans,
Watching them die without their just rights and health benefits
Or continue to be part of the cover-ups?
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Our Childless Tears
Soldiers betrayed by the Army we served
Still we carry the burdens in our every heart pulsation.
Inside we weep for the blessings, we can never hold,
The sons and daughters lost in the radioactively diseased womb.
Hollow arms ache for the children we were denied,
Our childless tears we will always carry.
A heartache imbedded inside the aching chambers.
Our shattered lives we are forced to live!
Bearing a chemical whiplash to our future generations,
Passing on the seed of death to our children.
Cancers have destroyed our poisoned veterans and infertility too.
Fort McClellan developed a continuing travesty for all!
Stillborn parents cry out for their children in the night, denied.
Many diseases has destroyed our parenthood of our toxic veterans.
Our childless tears we hold inside is a bittersweet consolation,
The Army's conspiracy created all Fort McClellan our soldiers' legacies of death and suffering.
So much heartache and pain to bear inside,
We innocent veterans must bear a lifetime of hurt,
Fighting for our justice and our benefits owed,
Fighting our forgotten battles against chemical impaired obstacles.
Our childless tears will always be imbedded in our minds,
Grieving for our parental life wished for.
Creating an emptiness we will always carry,
Fort McClellan stabbed us with the sword of radioactive chemical betrayal!
WE LIVE, CARRYING THE SCEPTER OF OUR ARMY’S BETRAYAL,
HELD ONLY BY OUR JESUS IN OUR DIFFICULT SORROWFUL WALK!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Soldiers betrayed by the Army we served
Still we carry the burdens in our every heart pulsation.
Inside we weep for the blessings, we can never hold,
The sons and daughters lost in the radioactively diseased womb.
Hollow arms ache for the children we were denied,
Our childless tears we will always carry.
A heartache imbedded inside the aching chambers.
Our shattered lives we are forced to live!
Bearing a chemical whiplash to our future generations,
Passing on the seed of death to our children.
Cancers have destroyed our poisoned veterans and infertility too.
Fort McClellan developed a continuing travesty for all!
Stillborn parents cry out for their children in the night, denied.
Many diseases has destroyed our parenthood of our toxic veterans.
Our childless tears we hold inside is a bittersweet consolation,
The Army's conspiracy created all Fort McClellan our soldiers' legacies of death and suffering.
So much heartache and pain to bear inside,
We innocent veterans must bear a lifetime of hurt,
Fighting for our justice and our benefits owed,
Fighting our forgotten battles against chemical impaired obstacles.
Our childless tears will always be imbedded in our minds,
Grieving for our parental life wished for.
Creating an emptiness we will always carry,
Fort McClellan stabbed us with the sword of radioactive chemical betrayal!
WE LIVE, CARRYING THE SCEPTER OF OUR ARMY’S BETRAYAL,
HELD ONLY BY OUR JESUS IN OUR DIFFICULT SORROWFUL WALK!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Lost In Sickness
Licking flame is enthroning my body with malicious intent,
Leaving me lost in my sickness without a clue.
I immerse in cooling water to appease the searing agony,
While the excruciating pain wracks my sides and stomach without remorse.
The water fails to appease the flame’s hunger,
Searing bones make my head and body ache.
What alien is taking over my body?
No answers does my tortured body relay to me.
Father, Give me the strength to hold on another day.
Till my doctor understands my plea.
Death is drawing me near its clutches,
Taking my willpower and strength to conquer.
I keep passing out, Father, causing great falls.
Help Me Father to bring other lost in sickness pleas to you!
Help me write this book through my affliction,
So others will always know your spiritual light is always illuminating.
Father I come to you to for prayer for all lost in sickness!
May your light become a healing comfort and illumination for their tortured bodies.
Guide their physicians to quench their flame with faith and knowledge.
Always using your spiritual guidance to heal.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2014
Lost In Sickness
Dr. Muk, Love Ya. A Book from Jesus to help others in their journey with their lost in sickness! May it bring you eternal peace and His encouragement always.
Licking flame is enthroning my body with malicious intent,
Leaving me lost in my sickness without a clue.
I immerse in cooling water to appease the searing agony,
While the excruciating pain wracks my sides and stomach without remorse.
The water fails to appease the flame’s hunger,
Searing bones make my head and body ache.
What alien is taking over my body?
No answers does my tortured body relay to me.
Father, Give me the strength to hold on another day.
Till my doctor understands my plea.
Death is drawing me near its clutches,
Taking my willpower and strength to conquer.
I keep passing out, Father, causing great falls.
Help Me Father to bring other lost in sickness pleas to you!
Help me write this book through my affliction,
So others will always know your spiritual light is always illuminating.
Father I come to you to for prayer for all lost in sickness!
May your light become a healing comfort and illumination for their tortured bodies.
Guide their physicians to quench their flame with faith and knowledge.
Always using your spiritual guidance to heal.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2014
Lost In Sickness
Dr. Muk, Love Ya. A Book from Jesus to help others in their journey with their lost in sickness! May it bring you eternal peace and His encouragement always.
The Forgotten Soldiers (President Biden Let Down Us In His denial and unless he includes all warriors he is a traitor to all warriors past and present! unless he gives all warriors their benefits!)
Do we want a president, who isn't for all warriors only his select few lucky ones, who he keeps sweetens their benefits and taking ours away??
We need new president blood not ex-Trump, ex-Obama, and President Biden who all betrayed us! Brac was in Obama/V.P. Biden. The Army denied our part of the PCB court settlement, lying to you all! This book will be printed in UK already have publisher if I like, eager expose our government for betraying us.
I was notified by the Veteran Affairs Volunteers on the perilous toxicity of Fort McClellan, Alabama where I served basic training, the most toxic place in the world still, EPA’s Superfund site. They showed the most horrifying videos of the cleanup, green slimy water, dead fish, and wildlife, barrels of toxins labeled with dates, toxic waste discarded from World War II and Vietnam, Open barrels just left to leak into the water and to test on the unknowing innocent soldiers, buried in the ground uncovered; even deer dying in water or wildlife bones lying on the land where they drank the toxic water and ate off the land. I was waiting on the catscans, to check my atrophy spots on my brain and pain in my stomach. I have four of them, and I was told the back atrophy spot is growing larger on brain cortex. I am awaiting a resection of the rarest menigioma in the world, Tentorial going upward in transverse Sinus artery! It has grow more. I was definitely sad and really felt anger toward the Army for letting me and all of my comrades suffer, not caring for us or our future generations. I felt the same anger toward the government for not helping us with a registry and benefits, and the V.A. for downplaying the toxicity in us. They care not for the toxic soldiers and veterans now suffering from these chemicals They ignore that we all suffered and our families suffer from this travesty of misconduct. I felt such hurt inside, because I know how helpless and lost I am in my sickness and chems eating us from inside, the continual burning in my extremities, head, and body. I was cheated of my health. I studied hard to win 3 black belts; but I lost my bones and circulation and heart. I became crippled with osteoarthritis and osteoporosis, a hole in my lower lumbar, never able to even hold a fishing pole again, lost all my teeth and was given Diabetes Metillus II Brittle Diabetes, PADS, Diabetic Neuropathy, Diabetic Coronary artery Disease, Prinzmetal Angina; which caused me coma for 2 years straight, and my heart was shut down so many times to make it beat again. Heart doctors refuse to treat me; but I have an awesome Nurse Roberts. A complete list of my diseases and conditions will be listed in my book with the chemical that causes! I know without Jesus healing me, I wouldn’t be here to tell my story and all who want to be part of my life. I refuse to let this change who I am and the way I write. This book will be as other warrior books, heartwarming and faith for all the Toxic Soldiers Of Fort McClellan but also tell the story and have pics, depicting the chemicals, we ingested and the political cover-up. The indifference of the V.A., who could end our suffering and our families. I am so scared of how many more diseases and in agony from the burning that never goes away or pain. My poor doctor had fight even deadly staphlycoccus infections because my own body started trying kill me with bacterias used for digestion and bacteria control under your arm and on your groin entering my bladder and kidneys. I have such terrible attacks, and inability to take pain meds without comaing.
We were a pawn in the Army’s toxic war; where they dumped toxic waste too in our water, by storing leaking open barrels of the deadliest soup of chemicals, including Agent Orange, Agent Blue, Napalm, uranium, plutonium. PCBs, Cobalt-60, and cesium-137, which the V.A. don’t deny the last three, just downplaying it. Many more herbacides and nerve gases radioactive chemicals, that are in us playing their deadly game of Russian Roulette within our internal Temple. We must lean on Jesus for help and let Him take care of the evil conspirators!
I just want to be held by Jesus through all this and He and I will tell the story. The world loves my writing and it will love this book and be appalled by the cover-up of our Army, and Fort McClellan! Jesus is my partner in all I write and we already have titles of poems, already written up as guide. I will not let my Toxic Comrades down or the world in this book with faith and hope and disturbing answers to our health. I love ya all and will always love my readers and my toxic comrades, fellow warriors, and fellow veterans. The army covered up all this all these chemicals we ate, drank washed in crawled in, slept in, bathed in, brushed our teeth in, and continually breathed, then we was just pawns in a deadly conspiracy. How many more victims are out there and how many forts too harmed their soldiers now veterans? The question is how many genocide victims did our own country perform through negligence and conspiracy? How many children were killed in miscarriage? How many children and adults are suffering, who lived there on the base or around! Who will hang them like Hussein was or will the Army, we served, be set free from blame, continually covering up all? How many of our mother, fathers, grandmothers, grandfathers, grandchildren, soldiers, all future children, all family, did Fort McClellan conspiracy kill? Many countries use my poetry and churches. Many of the world agreed to make sure this book gets same recognition as others. Send my website where I can not go! I am dying from these toxins, I feel such burning in my bones!
I feel so much hurt and betrayal but I will never let hate in Jesus’ writing! I want to bring truth and faith to those left behind. I believe only in love for all always! The betrayal and tyranny in our case just wants make me weep sorrowful bittersweet tears! I want to find my lost comrades, made toxic from these deadly chemicals. I lost My Bobbsey Twin, My Best Army Buddy, in the whole world, Dianne Yvette Loney, My Bff Forever! Please help me find her! I need to tell her I love her one more time! She was my sunshine in basic, my confidant through all! I lost my sight for three days when something got in my eyes, the chemicals, and she helped me through it all and in Ft. Sam Houston! I didn't know if I would ever see her again, my guardian angel, Dianne.
I will have copies of the bills government refused us. We pay the government to protect us but they just deny us. We are left the laughing stock of the world with such despicable leaders. presidents, who would rather fight then lead, twittering and insulting, not using proper diplomacy at all; while their people are dying from the chemicals, Fort McClellan covered up and many other forts! Read The attached EPA report and findings! It will sicken your heart and leaving you scared! How many of your family still carry the chemicals, generations past, destroying their temple, body foundation?
God Bless Ya All!
Praying For All!
Love Ya Muahhhhhhhhhhh
Poet Dorothy, Toxic Fort McClellan Soldiers
Do we want a president, who isn't for all warriors only his select few lucky ones, who he keeps sweetens their benefits and taking ours away??
We need new president blood not ex-Trump, ex-Obama, and President Biden who all betrayed us! Brac was in Obama/V.P. Biden. The Army denied our part of the PCB court settlement, lying to you all! This book will be printed in UK already have publisher if I like, eager expose our government for betraying us.
I was notified by the Veteran Affairs Volunteers on the perilous toxicity of Fort McClellan, Alabama where I served basic training, the most toxic place in the world still, EPA’s Superfund site. They showed the most horrifying videos of the cleanup, green slimy water, dead fish, and wildlife, barrels of toxins labeled with dates, toxic waste discarded from World War II and Vietnam, Open barrels just left to leak into the water and to test on the unknowing innocent soldiers, buried in the ground uncovered; even deer dying in water or wildlife bones lying on the land where they drank the toxic water and ate off the land. I was waiting on the catscans, to check my atrophy spots on my brain and pain in my stomach. I have four of them, and I was told the back atrophy spot is growing larger on brain cortex. I am awaiting a resection of the rarest menigioma in the world, Tentorial going upward in transverse Sinus artery! It has grow more. I was definitely sad and really felt anger toward the Army for letting me and all of my comrades suffer, not caring for us or our future generations. I felt the same anger toward the government for not helping us with a registry and benefits, and the V.A. for downplaying the toxicity in us. They care not for the toxic soldiers and veterans now suffering from these chemicals They ignore that we all suffered and our families suffer from this travesty of misconduct. I felt such hurt inside, because I know how helpless and lost I am in my sickness and chems eating us from inside, the continual burning in my extremities, head, and body. I was cheated of my health. I studied hard to win 3 black belts; but I lost my bones and circulation and heart. I became crippled with osteoarthritis and osteoporosis, a hole in my lower lumbar, never able to even hold a fishing pole again, lost all my teeth and was given Diabetes Metillus II Brittle Diabetes, PADS, Diabetic Neuropathy, Diabetic Coronary artery Disease, Prinzmetal Angina; which caused me coma for 2 years straight, and my heart was shut down so many times to make it beat again. Heart doctors refuse to treat me; but I have an awesome Nurse Roberts. A complete list of my diseases and conditions will be listed in my book with the chemical that causes! I know without Jesus healing me, I wouldn’t be here to tell my story and all who want to be part of my life. I refuse to let this change who I am and the way I write. This book will be as other warrior books, heartwarming and faith for all the Toxic Soldiers Of Fort McClellan but also tell the story and have pics, depicting the chemicals, we ingested and the political cover-up. The indifference of the V.A., who could end our suffering and our families. I am so scared of how many more diseases and in agony from the burning that never goes away or pain. My poor doctor had fight even deadly staphlycoccus infections because my own body started trying kill me with bacterias used for digestion and bacteria control under your arm and on your groin entering my bladder and kidneys. I have such terrible attacks, and inability to take pain meds without comaing.
We were a pawn in the Army’s toxic war; where they dumped toxic waste too in our water, by storing leaking open barrels of the deadliest soup of chemicals, including Agent Orange, Agent Blue, Napalm, uranium, plutonium. PCBs, Cobalt-60, and cesium-137, which the V.A. don’t deny the last three, just downplaying it. Many more herbacides and nerve gases radioactive chemicals, that are in us playing their deadly game of Russian Roulette within our internal Temple. We must lean on Jesus for help and let Him take care of the evil conspirators!
I just want to be held by Jesus through all this and He and I will tell the story. The world loves my writing and it will love this book and be appalled by the cover-up of our Army, and Fort McClellan! Jesus is my partner in all I write and we already have titles of poems, already written up as guide. I will not let my Toxic Comrades down or the world in this book with faith and hope and disturbing answers to our health. I love ya all and will always love my readers and my toxic comrades, fellow warriors, and fellow veterans. The army covered up all this all these chemicals we ate, drank washed in crawled in, slept in, bathed in, brushed our teeth in, and continually breathed, then we was just pawns in a deadly conspiracy. How many more victims are out there and how many forts too harmed their soldiers now veterans? The question is how many genocide victims did our own country perform through negligence and conspiracy? How many children were killed in miscarriage? How many children and adults are suffering, who lived there on the base or around! Who will hang them like Hussein was or will the Army, we served, be set free from blame, continually covering up all? How many of our mother, fathers, grandmothers, grandfathers, grandchildren, soldiers, all future children, all family, did Fort McClellan conspiracy kill? Many countries use my poetry and churches. Many of the world agreed to make sure this book gets same recognition as others. Send my website where I can not go! I am dying from these toxins, I feel such burning in my bones!
I feel so much hurt and betrayal but I will never let hate in Jesus’ writing! I want to bring truth and faith to those left behind. I believe only in love for all always! The betrayal and tyranny in our case just wants make me weep sorrowful bittersweet tears! I want to find my lost comrades, made toxic from these deadly chemicals. I lost My Bobbsey Twin, My Best Army Buddy, in the whole world, Dianne Yvette Loney, My Bff Forever! Please help me find her! I need to tell her I love her one more time! She was my sunshine in basic, my confidant through all! I lost my sight for three days when something got in my eyes, the chemicals, and she helped me through it all and in Ft. Sam Houston! I didn't know if I would ever see her again, my guardian angel, Dianne.
I will have copies of the bills government refused us. We pay the government to protect us but they just deny us. We are left the laughing stock of the world with such despicable leaders. presidents, who would rather fight then lead, twittering and insulting, not using proper diplomacy at all; while their people are dying from the chemicals, Fort McClellan covered up and many other forts! Read The attached EPA report and findings! It will sicken your heart and leaving you scared! How many of your family still carry the chemicals, generations past, destroying their temple, body foundation?
God Bless Ya All!
Praying For All!
Love Ya Muahhhhhhhhhhh
Poet Dorothy, Toxic Fort McClellan Soldiers
I Hope Someday See My Army BFF Again My Bobbsey Twin,
I Love You And Miss You Muahhhhhh! (1980-1981)
“The Forgotten Soldiers”
A cold morning wind chills the women and men soldiers,
Standing in formation at six A.M.
Their fatigues are finely pressed,
Adorning their spit-shined boots.
Their teeth are chattering from the blustery cold.
Army coats fail to keep out the chilling wind’s breath.
Thermal underwear is the only weapon against the freeze,
While tiny flakes of snow glisten on their steel helmets.
Aware not of the fingers of negligence,
Carving their innocent bodies for a lifetime,
A chemical toxic soup was entering their tender tissue,
Leaving their immune system weakened.
They consumed the death seeking liquid,
Which would change their DNA and body structures,
Leaving them struggling with unknown predators,
Which would scar all their family generations with their malicious intent.
Breathing in the poison of the nearby factory,
The platoon marched to the mess hall,
Not knowing the food being eaten,
Contained the deadly peril of toxicity.
It would cause them to be rejected by their government and V.A.,
Denying years later the discarded chemicals were not there,
Preferring to mask the truth in democracy,
Though V. A. Now downplays the toxic veteran theory.
Death has captured many of “The Forgotten Soldiers.”
While many other battle deadly cancers and lifetime diseases
Politicians prefer to squander the government’s money,
While Fort McClellan Soldiers pay the deadliest price!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
The Battle Against Hidden Odds Will Continue Until The Government No Longer Denies The Conspiracy And Genocide Of Its Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans!
PRAY FOR ALL TOXIC VETERANS!!!!!!
PRAY FOR ALL TOXIC VETERANS!!!!!!
I Rely Always On Jesus Only
Sometimes life has a way of changing your perspective. I reach out to Jesus for the consoling hand; though
I could never understand how my life could be changed in such a drastic way. So many illnesses and diseases are destroying my body temple, leaving me suffering. I wish to fulfill my promise made to The Lord, knowing I am weakening and getting sicker, watching my teeth, bones, and muscles deteriorate. My heart is getting weaker! Doctors play roulette with my life; because they don’t know what to do. You look up and the one doctor you depended on to keep you alive has retired, leaving you struggling without help. She had taught you to keep the faith like you taught others but she left without a word even leaving you alone in a lobby waiting for her, never telling you goodbye. She never looked back to release you to another doctor, knowing you would never see her again, leaving you fighting alone. This is when you realize only Jesus truly cares enough to see you all the way through. It’s His voice that convinces you to never give up ever!
You have to depend on him to release your pain and use His strength too!
I have won many awards and next year I will receive the poetry and writing realism award, given for your dedication in writing and heart to our warriors and veterans from the Department of Defense and the Army. It is being given for my newest finished book. Angels With Battle Wings and all my warrior books and The Forgotten Warriors, Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans. No award can replace the murders or the suffering, The Army gave us all. I have won many awards because I care and I so want to help and change the world. I can’t stop my suffering or deterioration, neither can Jesus. Temple Texas VAMC doctors just watches me die! I am so helpless to stop it. I don't think the doctor even read my medical records. They aren’t even recognizing our plight. I told my heart doctor in E.R. He didn’t have time to listen. 2016 I was hospitalized to treat Staphlycoccus Haemolyticus was hydrated released, left with the deadly bacteria as my death sentence too. Most of all the heart doctor had no time to heal either. He negligently left me, floundering in my sickness. I am alive to tell the true story of The Toxic Forgotten Fort McClellan soldiers and the civilians; because so many have given up the fight. Recently I was hospitalized with my heart; where they made me do a stress test. Twenty years ago I did one and suffered heart attack in Dallas. I injured my hip and spine doing the stress test. I saw my heart doctor, only about 30 minutes total, whole hospital stay; which showed me he is unworthy to treat this veteran. I had no consulting doctors. I was severely dehydrated I got an iv, That’s all I ever get! He made promises to help me and like others walked away with a stress test, I couldn’t get past first step of test. I have the rarest form of Prinzmetal Angina and many more diseases and conditions and I couldn’t have but one test, a deadly test with a hole in my spine, ms symptoms, holster monitor, and blood tests. I took the deadly test, afraid I would again be kicked to death curb which I was.
The Army signed our death sentence by using its soldiers in its radioactive chemical tests. I am growing weaker and my heart struggles to give me strength. I have lost feeling in my body and I fight to stay conscious now. I have lost all my health! How many more toxic veterans will die before some cares for us? Sadly since I was diagnosed eighteen years ago I saw one heart doctor, one PAC and three heart nurses, but my Nurse Roberts is awesome. I see so much toxic veterans getting the shaft! I can’t stop other Toxic Veterans’ screaming or their grief; when they lose a child or when their family dies, many generations later. Sorrowfully some families will never know why! I realize too that we are alone in this fight. No one cares anymore for us in our battle but ourselves. I can’t even walk across the floor without heart pain and high blood pressure. When resting I have very low blood pressure; but doctors walk away saying normal. My primary doctor told me I had to stay up one hour and lay down two hours or I would be paralyzed. I don’t have the heart or strength to fight for myself anymore; but I promise to fight for you all and this book will tell our story. Jesus wants you all to know, He will always be there. He understands and cares for all of us and all who deny us our pardon and bill will not have His pardon.
When I fight the horrendous torturous pains in my stomach and abdominal and chest, I call out to Jesus only! I can take no prescription medicines for pain. He will never let us down Toxic Forgotten Veterans and He loves us so very much. He hears our suffering, making His eyes fill with bittersweet tears, knowing our sacrifice. He knows we have sacrificed our lives without ever knowing it. Doctors have told me I will be eaten from the inside out by the radioactive and chemical soup, and my body bears witness to this fact. Our government and Veteran Affairs has let us down! Jesus will fight for us, punishing eternally the government officials responsible for our denial and death! We fight for recognition and hope for us; but the Congress cares not for us, denying us our bills!
We must lean only on Jesus for our comfort and solace always!
Only Jesus holds us in His loving arms.
He is the only One fighting the war of deceit with us.
His dearest wish is us to win this fight for our worthy benefits!
Lean On The Lord, Jesus, to guide us through always!
My Special Dedication and loving gratitude to Ward 2K, Temple VAMC, who saved this poet and I love ya all muahhhh. You give the extra mile in your patients care. God Bless Ya All!
Sometimes life has a way of changing your perspective. I reach out to Jesus for the consoling hand; though
I could never understand how my life could be changed in such a drastic way. So many illnesses and diseases are destroying my body temple, leaving me suffering. I wish to fulfill my promise made to The Lord, knowing I am weakening and getting sicker, watching my teeth, bones, and muscles deteriorate. My heart is getting weaker! Doctors play roulette with my life; because they don’t know what to do. You look up and the one doctor you depended on to keep you alive has retired, leaving you struggling without help. She had taught you to keep the faith like you taught others but she left without a word even leaving you alone in a lobby waiting for her, never telling you goodbye. She never looked back to release you to another doctor, knowing you would never see her again, leaving you fighting alone. This is when you realize only Jesus truly cares enough to see you all the way through. It’s His voice that convinces you to never give up ever!
You have to depend on him to release your pain and use His strength too!
I have won many awards and next year I will receive the poetry and writing realism award, given for your dedication in writing and heart to our warriors and veterans from the Department of Defense and the Army. It is being given for my newest finished book. Angels With Battle Wings and all my warrior books and The Forgotten Warriors, Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans. No award can replace the murders or the suffering, The Army gave us all. I have won many awards because I care and I so want to help and change the world. I can’t stop my suffering or deterioration, neither can Jesus. Temple Texas VAMC doctors just watches me die! I am so helpless to stop it. I don't think the doctor even read my medical records. They aren’t even recognizing our plight. I told my heart doctor in E.R. He didn’t have time to listen. 2016 I was hospitalized to treat Staphlycoccus Haemolyticus was hydrated released, left with the deadly bacteria as my death sentence too. Most of all the heart doctor had no time to heal either. He negligently left me, floundering in my sickness. I am alive to tell the true story of The Toxic Forgotten Fort McClellan soldiers and the civilians; because so many have given up the fight. Recently I was hospitalized with my heart; where they made me do a stress test. Twenty years ago I did one and suffered heart attack in Dallas. I injured my hip and spine doing the stress test. I saw my heart doctor, only about 30 minutes total, whole hospital stay; which showed me he is unworthy to treat this veteran. I had no consulting doctors. I was severely dehydrated I got an iv, That’s all I ever get! He made promises to help me and like others walked away with a stress test, I couldn’t get past first step of test. I have the rarest form of Prinzmetal Angina and many more diseases and conditions and I couldn’t have but one test, a deadly test with a hole in my spine, ms symptoms, holster monitor, and blood tests. I took the deadly test, afraid I would again be kicked to death curb which I was.
The Army signed our death sentence by using its soldiers in its radioactive chemical tests. I am growing weaker and my heart struggles to give me strength. I have lost feeling in my body and I fight to stay conscious now. I have lost all my health! How many more toxic veterans will die before some cares for us? Sadly since I was diagnosed eighteen years ago I saw one heart doctor, one PAC and three heart nurses, but my Nurse Roberts is awesome. I see so much toxic veterans getting the shaft! I can’t stop other Toxic Veterans’ screaming or their grief; when they lose a child or when their family dies, many generations later. Sorrowfully some families will never know why! I realize too that we are alone in this fight. No one cares anymore for us in our battle but ourselves. I can’t even walk across the floor without heart pain and high blood pressure. When resting I have very low blood pressure; but doctors walk away saying normal. My primary doctor told me I had to stay up one hour and lay down two hours or I would be paralyzed. I don’t have the heart or strength to fight for myself anymore; but I promise to fight for you all and this book will tell our story. Jesus wants you all to know, He will always be there. He understands and cares for all of us and all who deny us our pardon and bill will not have His pardon.
When I fight the horrendous torturous pains in my stomach and abdominal and chest, I call out to Jesus only! I can take no prescription medicines for pain. He will never let us down Toxic Forgotten Veterans and He loves us so very much. He hears our suffering, making His eyes fill with bittersweet tears, knowing our sacrifice. He knows we have sacrificed our lives without ever knowing it. Doctors have told me I will be eaten from the inside out by the radioactive and chemical soup, and my body bears witness to this fact. Our government and Veteran Affairs has let us down! Jesus will fight for us, punishing eternally the government officials responsible for our denial and death! We fight for recognition and hope for us; but the Congress cares not for us, denying us our bills!
We must lean only on Jesus for our comfort and solace always!
Only Jesus holds us in His loving arms.
He is the only One fighting the war of deceit with us.
His dearest wish is us to win this fight for our worthy benefits!
Lean On The Lord, Jesus, to guide us through always!
My Special Dedication and loving gratitude to Ward 2K, Temple VAMC, who saved this poet and I love ya all muahhhh. You give the extra mile in your patients care. God Bless Ya All!
We Must Pray For All Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans!
H.R. 411 (113th): Fort McClellan Health Registry Act
This bill would create a Fort McClellan Health Registry to investigate the base’s contamination with warfare chemicals from 1952-1999 and subsequently diagnose and treat any affected veterans who served there.
From 1952 to 1999, Fort McClellan in Alabama was home to the Chemical Corps School (later the Army Chemical Center and School), which provided chemical warfare training. The facility contaminated the base with various toxins, nerve gas, pesticides, and Agent Orange. In addition, some veterans were heavily exposed to these substances through tests conducted by the chemical school.
Congressman Paul Tonko [D-NY20] proposed the registry to investigate the link between exposure and the health problems of veterans and to provide individuals with any treatment necessary as a result of such exposure.
The Department of Veterans Affairs (VA) would create the registry, which would contain the names and relevant medical information for individuals who were stationed at Fort McClellan, AL between 1935 and 1999 and who applied for care or services from the VA or filed a claim for disability compensation. The VA would periodically notify those on the registry of developments in research of the health consequences of potential exposure to toxic substances or environmental hazards related to service at Fort McClellan.
The bill would also require the VA to provide any veterans serving during the time period with a health examination, consultation, and counseling if requested.
Rejected By Our Government
Rejected by our uncaring government,
Scorning us with denial by their actions,
Preferring to pass a bill to support a perilous legal drug, marijuana,
Bringing our population to another type of abusive addiction.
Passing many bills less important in their decisions,
Whether our president can have his negligent budget,
Putting the screws to the struggling financial population,
While families and nature suffers with his financial depletion.
We may be rejected by our government in our toxicity;
But Jesus has never let anyone down,
He sacrificed himself to torture and derision on the cross,
Setting us free from the harsh biblical old laws.
He covered us with His precious blood,
Reviving our torturous bodies with His healing blood.
He never meant for the government to harm His innocent family,
Using deadly chemical soups to alter their bodies with their devious plans.
Fort McClellan’s chemical genocide was wrought by negligence and cunning,
Reaching beyond the next generations of its “Forgotten Soldiers!”
It has left many innocent soldiers and families with many diseases.
The Army has left a very torturous trail of death and agony.
Our chromosomes and D.N.A, were so harshly changed,
Bringing all family generations a death sentence,
Leaving fatal diseases and infertility in its perilous wake,
Disfiguring their healthy tissue with its harshest bite.
All Toxic Forgotten Soldiers’ legacy will be death and sickness.
Their families will bear the same deadly scars, imbedded,
Suffering from the Army’s deadly chemicals and poisons;
When the “Toxic Forgotten Soldiers” joined the fight for America’s freedom.
Only Jesus holds us in His loving arms.
He is the only One fighting the war of deceit with us.
His dearest wish is us to win this fight for our worthy benefits!
Lean On The Lord, Jesus, to guide us through always!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
This bill would create a Fort McClellan Health Registry to investigate the base’s contamination with warfare chemicals from 1952-1999 and subsequently diagnose and treat any affected veterans who served there.
From 1952 to 1999, Fort McClellan in Alabama was home to the Chemical Corps School (later the Army Chemical Center and School), which provided chemical warfare training. The facility contaminated the base with various toxins, nerve gas, pesticides, and Agent Orange. In addition, some veterans were heavily exposed to these substances through tests conducted by the chemical school.
Congressman Paul Tonko [D-NY20] proposed the registry to investigate the link between exposure and the health problems of veterans and to provide individuals with any treatment necessary as a result of such exposure.
The Department of Veterans Affairs (VA) would create the registry, which would contain the names and relevant medical information for individuals who were stationed at Fort McClellan, AL between 1935 and 1999 and who applied for care or services from the VA or filed a claim for disability compensation. The VA would periodically notify those on the registry of developments in research of the health consequences of potential exposure to toxic substances or environmental hazards related to service at Fort McClellan.
The bill would also require the VA to provide any veterans serving during the time period with a health examination, consultation, and counseling if requested.
Rejected By Our Government
Rejected by our uncaring government,
Scorning us with denial by their actions,
Preferring to pass a bill to support a perilous legal drug, marijuana,
Bringing our population to another type of abusive addiction.
Passing many bills less important in their decisions,
Whether our president can have his negligent budget,
Putting the screws to the struggling financial population,
While families and nature suffers with his financial depletion.
We may be rejected by our government in our toxicity;
But Jesus has never let anyone down,
He sacrificed himself to torture and derision on the cross,
Setting us free from the harsh biblical old laws.
He covered us with His precious blood,
Reviving our torturous bodies with His healing blood.
He never meant for the government to harm His innocent family,
Using deadly chemical soups to alter their bodies with their devious plans.
Fort McClellan’s chemical genocide was wrought by negligence and cunning,
Reaching beyond the next generations of its “Forgotten Soldiers!”
It has left many innocent soldiers and families with many diseases.
The Army has left a very torturous trail of death and agony.
Our chromosomes and D.N.A, were so harshly changed,
Bringing all family generations a death sentence,
Leaving fatal diseases and infertility in its perilous wake,
Disfiguring their healthy tissue with its harshest bite.
All Toxic Forgotten Soldiers’ legacy will be death and sickness.
Their families will bear the same deadly scars, imbedded,
Suffering from the Army’s deadly chemicals and poisons;
When the “Toxic Forgotten Soldiers” joined the fight for America’s freedom.
Only Jesus holds us in His loving arms.
He is the only One fighting the war of deceit with us.
His dearest wish is us to win this fight for our worthy benefits!
Lean On The Lord, Jesus, to guide us through always!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
He Listens To Every Wounded Cry
The darkest hour fails to shadow another agonized cry,
Disturbing the serenity of the calmest night,
Leaving another toxic veteran screaming from the torturous attacks,
Continually feeling the inflicted wounds from the Army’s deceitful weapons.
Another “Toxic Forgotten Veteran" must suffer from the chemical soup,
Rearranging her internal structure with the harshest bite,
Playing the deadliest game of Russian Roulette with her innocent body,
Deteriorating her bones with the poisonous invasion of toxins.
She relies on the constant healing of The Master’s Hand,
Not isolated in this battle without His comforting love,
Knowing only His spiritual healing will erase the fear and depression,
Not knowing what new disease lingers in her future.
She is losing her extremities from peripheral artery disease and brittle diabetes,
Battling a rare heart disease, Prinzmetal Angina, with symptoms of death,
Her heart has been Nodal A.V. Ablated from heart defect.
Many more diseases leave her struggling to survive.
Without her loving Father, her Partner and Poet,
She would have stayed lost in sickness,
Feeling such anger for the chemicals ingested in many ways,
Questioning her every minute with doubt inside.
She searches for answers to the perplexing riddles,
That had always plagued her about her health,
Wondering if the future will bring a new change in the government,
Or will they deny Fort McClellan’s Toxic Soldiers.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
All Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans will die leaving behind them, only a radioactive chemical legacy in all new generations?
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Oh Lord Please Heed Our Tormented Calls
Oh Lord, Heed our tormented calls!
Innocent bodies have been desecrated,
Invaded by the radioactive chemical soup mix,
Fort McClellan had conspired to cover up.
Our hopes are continually diminished,
Rejected by the HR411 Bill in Congress,
We have been enslaved by our own government,
Denied our benefits and our rights of freedom.
Veteran Affairs has accepted the chemical soup,
Yet they downplay the true seriousness;
Because they are a part of the conspiracy of Fort McClellan,
Caring not for the toxic veterans, dying without our government’s aid!
The internet reveals so many stories of toxic critically ill veterans and families,
Forgotten by our own country of freedom.
We are forced to struggle in our sickness,
Dying very agonizing deaths without help!
Punish the evil doers for their tyranny against their own.
Guide them away from the lies and deceit.
Give them no serenity in their lives,
Till they see the negligence and genocide, the army has wrought.
Let them hear the crying children and parents,
Affected by this chemical toxic soup.
May they feel the torturous pain and grieving of the childless stricken moms,
Who will never hold their miscarried infants in their arms!
Oh Lord, Give us hope for the future,
Holding us close in our worst hours,
Giving us the guidance to fight for our health benefits,
Which are being withheld by the sadistic sword of justice.
Give us the strength to stand and fight for our rights,
Softening the hearts of the corrupt negligent politicians,
Preferring to pass a drug bill to enhance their votes,
Forgetting to help the critically ill Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Oh Lord, Heed our tormented calls!
Innocent bodies have been desecrated,
Invaded by the radioactive chemical soup mix,
Fort McClellan had conspired to cover up.
Our hopes are continually diminished,
Rejected by the HR411 Bill in Congress,
We have been enslaved by our own government,
Denied our benefits and our rights of freedom.
Veteran Affairs has accepted the chemical soup,
Yet they downplay the true seriousness;
Because they are a part of the conspiracy of Fort McClellan,
Caring not for the toxic veterans, dying without our government’s aid!
The internet reveals so many stories of toxic critically ill veterans and families,
Forgotten by our own country of freedom.
We are forced to struggle in our sickness,
Dying very agonizing deaths without help!
Punish the evil doers for their tyranny against their own.
Guide them away from the lies and deceit.
Give them no serenity in their lives,
Till they see the negligence and genocide, the army has wrought.
Let them hear the crying children and parents,
Affected by this chemical toxic soup.
May they feel the torturous pain and grieving of the childless stricken moms,
Who will never hold their miscarried infants in their arms!
Oh Lord, Give us hope for the future,
Holding us close in our worst hours,
Giving us the guidance to fight for our health benefits,
Which are being withheld by the sadistic sword of justice.
Give us the strength to stand and fight for our rights,
Softening the hearts of the corrupt negligent politicians,
Preferring to pass a drug bill to enhance their votes,
Forgetting to help the critically ill Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Innocent Blood Will Continue To Trickle
The Loving Father listens to another toxic veteran,
Suffering from the most fatal diseases,
Scarred by the chemical soup of Fort McClellan,
Another casualty in the Army’s Sword of dereliction and deceit.
Jesus reaches out His hallowed arms in adoration,
Promising to bear the burden of it all.
He knows evil has borne a sadistic trail,
Leaving many innocent soldiers radioactively impaled.
Our innocent blood will continue to trickle,
Becoming infested with the chemical soup,
Altering our D.N.A. and chromosomes in every future generation.
Devastating all body organs with its continual poisons.
Our fragile bones will crumple into dust,
Leaving us crippled with osteoarthritis and osteoporosis,
Parasitic diseases with voracious appetites.
Consuming our joints and connective tissues.
Our bodies have become infected with bacteria and cancers,
Making us fight the most critical battles,
Leaving us helpless in the jaws of defeat,
With only Jesus wanting to fight for us.
The Loving Father listens to another toxic veteran,
Suffering from the most fatal diseases,
Scarred by the chemical soup of Fort McClellan,
Another casualty in the Army’s Sword of dereliction and deceit.
Jesus reaches out His hallowed arms in adoration,
Promising to bear the burden of it all.
He knows evil has borne a sadistic trail,
Leaving many innocent soldiers, radioactively impaled.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
The Loving Father listens to another toxic veteran,
Suffering from the most fatal diseases,
Scarred by the chemical soup of Fort McClellan,
Another casualty in the Army’s Sword of dereliction and deceit.
Jesus reaches out His hallowed arms in adoration,
Promising to bear the burden of it all.
He knows evil has borne a sadistic trail,
Leaving many innocent soldiers radioactively impaled.
Our innocent blood will continue to trickle,
Becoming infested with the chemical soup,
Altering our D.N.A. and chromosomes in every future generation.
Devastating all body organs with its continual poisons.
Our fragile bones will crumple into dust,
Leaving us crippled with osteoarthritis and osteoporosis,
Parasitic diseases with voracious appetites.
Consuming our joints and connective tissues.
Our bodies have become infected with bacteria and cancers,
Making us fight the most critical battles,
Leaving us helpless in the jaws of defeat,
With only Jesus wanting to fight for us.
The Loving Father listens to another toxic veteran,
Suffering from the most fatal diseases,
Scarred by the chemical soup of Fort McClellan,
Another casualty in the Army’s Sword of dereliction and deceit.
Jesus reaches out His hallowed arms in adoration,
Promising to bear the burden of it all.
He knows evil has borne a sadistic trail,
Leaving many innocent soldiers, radioactively impaled.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Innocent Cries Unheard
I can reach out my arms to intercept their dismay.
Other times I can hear their innocent cries unheard;
Wanting to console their every agony,
Knowing we share the same disabling toxic soup,
Leaving us writhing in continuous agony till eternity.
I am helpless to stop the rejection of the government,
I once believed in enough to serve.
We became an innocent player in their fatal games,
Testing on us the effect of the deadliest warfare used,
Leaving us withstanding the worst tortures to overcome.
Open barrels of toxic waste to erode our innocent tissue,
Leaving our organs in great disrepair
Cobalt (CO-60) and Cesium (CS-137) were buried,
Uncovered to test on innocent soldiers,
Leaving all future generations with horrible diseases.
Our health was the deadliest pawns in their selfish games!
Innocent bodies are continually bound to the toxic soup,
Poisoned with their scars of derision and deceit,
Leaving depression and death in its deadly path.
All Toxic Forgotten Soldiers will never be healthy again.
We have to believe in hope and faith,
Leaning on Jesus to hold our blistered hands.
Never isolated from His continuous love,
I reach out for His guidance in my every agonizing walk,
Knowing He once took the same walk of torment and betrayal.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
I can reach out my arms to intercept their dismay.
Other times I can hear their innocent cries unheard;
Wanting to console their every agony,
Knowing we share the same disabling toxic soup,
Leaving us writhing in continuous agony till eternity.
I am helpless to stop the rejection of the government,
I once believed in enough to serve.
We became an innocent player in their fatal games,
Testing on us the effect of the deadliest warfare used,
Leaving us withstanding the worst tortures to overcome.
Open barrels of toxic waste to erode our innocent tissue,
Leaving our organs in great disrepair
Cobalt (CO-60) and Cesium (CS-137) were buried,
Uncovered to test on innocent soldiers,
Leaving all future generations with horrible diseases.
Our health was the deadliest pawns in their selfish games!
Innocent bodies are continually bound to the toxic soup,
Poisoned with their scars of derision and deceit,
Leaving depression and death in its deadly path.
All Toxic Forgotten Soldiers will never be healthy again.
We have to believe in hope and faith,
Leaning on Jesus to hold our blistered hands.
Never isolated from His continuous love,
I reach out for His guidance in my every agonizing walk,
Knowing He once took the same walk of torment and betrayal.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Inside Of Us
Inside of us births a fountain of living water,
Constantly healing our radioactive bodies,
Restoring our innocent torturous tissue
Eradicated by Fort McClellan chemical soup.
They planted open Cesium– 137 barrels in the chemical torn ground,
Saturating the fertile ground with the radioactive materials,
Using the deadly chemicals on the unwilling soldiers,
Unknowingly poisoned by the many hidden barrels in the training ground.
Cobalt-60 left another deadly radioactive chemical, seeding the dusty soil,
Changing the warriors with its deathly breath,
Entrenching the training ground with its perilous concoctions,
Letting the fingers of death implant its penetrating poisons.
Jesus’ love can’t wipe away the fatal knives.
So many of His innocent children have been left crying.
Our bodies are being ravaged by the piranhas of disease,
Tortured by the betrayal of the Army we believed in.
Erosive fingers have eroded away healthy tissue,
Leading to total destruction to our organs and anatomy.
Our bones are being destroyed by hidden parasites,
Destructing our healthy bones in its path.
Inside of us is a birthing fountain,
Restoring our crashing health with His hope,
Giving us His love and understanding from His heart,
While praying for recognition of Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
In our most bittersweet times we lean on Him for our care,
Giving us the strength to battle another day,
Knowing we will triumph from the journey,
While the chemical soup ravages our innocent tissue.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
We Must Choose Our Spiritual Walk To Survive
We Must Choose Our Spiritual Walk To Survive!
Only His spiritual healing can relieve us from the fear;
While we struggle to understand the government’s rejection.
It will be His loving hands, holding us close.
Chemically impaired in our innocent tissue.
Helplessly we cling to our life rafts,
While voracious piranhas feast in the mist,
Devouring our foundation with its malicious bite.
We must call out to Our Savior Jesus for comfort,
Knowing the government has denied us all.
Letting all Toxic Fort McClellan Soldiers down,
They have sealed our torturous death sentence.
Only Jesus hears us weeping in the dark!
Bittersweet tears flow down our sorrowful faces.
While agony reaps our fragile bodies;
He is saddened by our suffering!
We Must Remember To Choose Our Spiritual Walk To Survive!
Only His spiritual healing can relieve us from the fear,
While we struggle to understand the government’s rejection.
His loving hand will protect us in our dismay always!
He will take our pain as His own,
Giving us the strength to fight another day!
Chemically impaired all of our future generations will suffer.
We all must choose only His spiritual walk to survive all!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
We Must Choose Our Spiritual Walk To Survive!
Only His spiritual healing can relieve us from the fear;
While we struggle to understand the government’s rejection.
It will be His loving hands, holding us close.
Chemically impaired in our innocent tissue.
Helplessly we cling to our life rafts,
While voracious piranhas feast in the mist,
Devouring our foundation with its malicious bite.
We must call out to Our Savior Jesus for comfort,
Knowing the government has denied us all.
Letting all Toxic Fort McClellan Soldiers down,
They have sealed our torturous death sentence.
Only Jesus hears us weeping in the dark!
Bittersweet tears flow down our sorrowful faces.
While agony reaps our fragile bodies;
He is saddened by our suffering!
We Must Remember To Choose Our Spiritual Walk To Survive!
Only His spiritual healing can relieve us from the fear,
While we struggle to understand the government’s rejection.
His loving hand will protect us in our dismay always!
He will take our pain as His own,
Giving us the strength to fight another day!
Chemically impaired all of our future generations will suffer.
We all must choose only His spiritual walk to survive all!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Hear Our Torturous Cries, Oh Lord! (Prayer: Healing For All Toxic Veterans)
Hear Our Torturous Cries, Oh Lord!
We have become isolated in our life journey,
Bearing only a torturous walk in every new day.
Chemicals have destroyed our internal foundation Oh Lord!
We are left floundering in a quicksand bed,
Sinking beneath the deceit of democracy and our government.
Covering up the deadly plot of Fort McClellan,
We have become genocide victims without a clue.
Many Toxic Veterans suffered a very torturous death.
Veteran Affairs leave us, struggling without help.
No organization wants to fight for our benefits and rights,
Betraying us a healing of mind, body, and healing.
Victims of a deadly chemical soup from long ago,
We struggle to survive with only You, Lord,
Guiding us over the treacherous pathways in our lives!
Our families are suffering from the toxic waste left,
Causing many deadly diseases of fatality;
Where cancerous lesions eradicate their once healthy body.
Many parents continue to weep for their lost children,
Miscarriages and deaths have claimed even the youngest child;
While others die from fatal sicknesses chemically borne.
Chemically impaired from the toxic soup of fatality
All generations of Fort McClellan Families will have no healing,
Except for Your sacred reprieve from all Lord.
May we all cling only to You, Oh Lord!
Let Your guidance heal us in every way,
While you become our only Warrior in our walk.
Chemically impaired from the toxic soup of fatality
All generations of Fort McClellan Families will have no healing,
Except for Your sacred reprieve from all Lord.
May we all cling only to You, Oh Lord!
Let Your guidance heal us in every way,
While you become our only Warrior in our walk.
The government continues to deny us our life,
Leaving us helplessly impaled on a deceitful sword,
Cutting away all of our internal foundation, maliciously.
Hear Our Torturous Cries Oh Lord!
We have become isolated in our life journey,
Bearing only a torturous walk in every new day.
Hold Us Close In Your Healing Arms!
Protect us from the chemical soup,
Destroying our Innocent Bodies!
Oh Lord, You Are Our Warrior Against The Tyranny,
Denying us our freedom from this chemical intrusion!
Only You can guide us over the flaming bridges of life, we face!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Hear Our Torturous Cries, Oh Lord!
We have become isolated in our life journey,
Bearing only a torturous walk in every new day.
Chemicals have destroyed our internal foundation Oh Lord!
We are left floundering in a quicksand bed,
Sinking beneath the deceit of democracy and our government.
Covering up the deadly plot of Fort McClellan,
We have become genocide victims without a clue.
Many Toxic Veterans suffered a very torturous death.
Veteran Affairs leave us, struggling without help.
No organization wants to fight for our benefits and rights,
Betraying us a healing of mind, body, and healing.
Victims of a deadly chemical soup from long ago,
We struggle to survive with only You, Lord,
Guiding us over the treacherous pathways in our lives!
Our families are suffering from the toxic waste left,
Causing many deadly diseases of fatality;
Where cancerous lesions eradicate their once healthy body.
Many parents continue to weep for their lost children,
Miscarriages and deaths have claimed even the youngest child;
While others die from fatal sicknesses chemically borne.
Chemically impaired from the toxic soup of fatality
All generations of Fort McClellan Families will have no healing,
Except for Your sacred reprieve from all Lord.
May we all cling only to You, Oh Lord!
Let Your guidance heal us in every way,
While you become our only Warrior in our walk.
Chemically impaired from the toxic soup of fatality
All generations of Fort McClellan Families will have no healing,
Except for Your sacred reprieve from all Lord.
May we all cling only to You, Oh Lord!
Let Your guidance heal us in every way,
While you become our only Warrior in our walk.
The government continues to deny us our life,
Leaving us helplessly impaled on a deceitful sword,
Cutting away all of our internal foundation, maliciously.
Hear Our Torturous Cries Oh Lord!
We have become isolated in our life journey,
Bearing only a torturous walk in every new day.
Hold Us Close In Your Healing Arms!
Protect us from the chemical soup,
Destroying our Innocent Bodies!
Oh Lord, You Are Our Warrior Against The Tyranny,
Denying us our freedom from this chemical intrusion!
Only You can guide us over the flaming bridges of life, we face!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
She Had Just Started The Battle
She had just started the battle for her country,
Believing in her country with a proud heart,
Not realizing the true terroristic intention of the army;
That her fragile tissue would be eaten from her structure.
She would face rejection and death only in her future.
Destiny has a way of changing the perfect plan,
Manifested in a young soldier’s hopeful dream,
Breeding a continuous nightmare to fight;
That carried her torturous death sentence,
Hewn from the fettered chains of the Army’s chemical betrayal.
A young soldier had feared the basic training ahead,
Yet excited to begin her new life for her country.
Gazing out the airplane window of her first flight,
She had daydreamed of the grueling days ahead,
Knowing Jesus was holding her hand through it all.
She could have never imagined the conspiracy,
That would take her internal structure someday.
The chemical soup built from the bowels of tyranny,
Leaving her body, whiplashed and broken,
Eradicating her organs with its malicious bite.
Jesus continues holding her hand through it all,
Weeping bittersweet tears through her pain.
His arms comfort His toxic veteran child,
Somewhere many Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans and their families.
Reach out to Him in their final hour on earth for solace.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
She had just started the battle for her country,
Believing in her country with a proud heart,
Not realizing the true terroristic intention of the army;
That her fragile tissue would be eaten from her structure.
She would face rejection and death only in her future.
Destiny has a way of changing the perfect plan,
Manifested in a young soldier’s hopeful dream,
Breeding a continuous nightmare to fight;
That carried her torturous death sentence,
Hewn from the fettered chains of the Army’s chemical betrayal.
A young soldier had feared the basic training ahead,
Yet excited to begin her new life for her country.
Gazing out the airplane window of her first flight,
She had daydreamed of the grueling days ahead,
Knowing Jesus was holding her hand through it all.
She could have never imagined the conspiracy,
That would take her internal structure someday.
The chemical soup built from the bowels of tyranny,
Leaving her body, whiplashed and broken,
Eradicating her organs with its malicious bite.
Jesus continues holding her hand through it all,
Weeping bittersweet tears through her pain.
His arms comfort His toxic veteran child,
Somewhere many Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans and their families.
Reach out to Him in their final hour on earth for solace.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
The War Inside Began Many Years Ago
Government, Fix your eyes upon these toxic Fort McClellan veterans,
Once dedicated warriors in our country’s battlefield,
Willing to sacrifice our life and limb in pursuit of your freedom.
We endured the rigorous training to become the greatest soldier,
Standing in formation many long hours,
Learning the Army’s oath to protect its own.
We became your test unknown subjects suffering,
Participating in your chemical research plot,
Building our ultimate destiny as torturous death.
Government, You will be only remembered legacy will be denial,
Assisting the Army in covering up the radioactive devastation,
Killing many innocent victims with malicious intent.
How many more families will witness grief and sorrow,
Burying their children in flowered coffins,
Bodies, eradicated by the chemical conspiracy of Fort McClellan!
Plutonium and depleted uranium was only two fatal gifts,
The Army gave its dedicated new warriors,
Willing to risk their lives in freedom’s fight!
Here and now we are bearing the flag of the Army’s oppression
Buried in the ashes of the governments continuous rejection,
Jesus is the only true leader in this battle!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Our Continuing Battle Against Hidden Odds
Fort McClellan, Your mighty fortress was built for conspiracy and death,
Leaving your struggling soldiers to endure disease and agony,
Enslaving your warriors in a chemical blight forever,
Bleeding from the conspiracy of the chemical soup;
While our government turns it back on the helpless toxic veterans,
Not realizing their families can be part of the dying veterans’ destiny.
500,000 World War II soldiers were part of your treasonous plan too.
Dedicated warriors fought for America’s freedom,
W.A.C.s, artillery, foot soldiers, and many will continue to die from your betrayal.
Fort McClellan, You bear the blame for all of these deaths;
Although your mighty fortress has crumbled to dust,
Revealing your horrifying chemical secrets to the world.
Ruthlessly you destroyed the lives of every future generation,
Enshackling many helpless families in your plan of devastation,
Impaled by your penetrating sword of radioactive deceit.
Our continuing battle against hidden odds will never cease,
Till Jesus calls all the suffering toxic veterans to their eternal home.
Only His love continues to comfort, cover, and heal all your victims.
It will be His heavenly sword protecting us all,
Giving us the serenity of His spiritual mansion,
Releasing us from the chemical travesty of the Army, eternally!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Fort McClellan, Your mighty fortress was built for conspiracy and death,
Leaving your struggling soldiers to endure disease and agony,
Enslaving your warriors in a chemical blight forever,
Bleeding from the conspiracy of the chemical soup;
While our government turns it back on the helpless toxic veterans,
Not realizing their families can be part of the dying veterans’ destiny.
500,000 World War II soldiers were part of your treasonous plan too.
Dedicated warriors fought for America’s freedom,
W.A.C.s, artillery, foot soldiers, and many will continue to die from your betrayal.
Fort McClellan, You bear the blame for all of these deaths;
Although your mighty fortress has crumbled to dust,
Revealing your horrifying chemical secrets to the world.
Ruthlessly you destroyed the lives of every future generation,
Enshackling many helpless families in your plan of devastation,
Impaled by your penetrating sword of radioactive deceit.
Our continuing battle against hidden odds will never cease,
Till Jesus calls all the suffering toxic veterans to their eternal home.
Only His love continues to comfort, cover, and heal all your victims.
It will be His heavenly sword protecting us all,
Giving us the serenity of His spiritual mansion,
Releasing us from the chemical travesty of the Army, eternally!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Lord Jesus Keep Us From Crying
Lord Jesus, We feel so lost in this battle against the government.
Fort McClellan poisoned us with radioactive chemicals,
Causing our bodies to deteriorate from its caustic materials.
We have been left bleeding from fatal wounds,
Damaging our internal structure with its devastating path,
Constantly inflicted with perilous darts of apprehension and fear.
An evil terroristic conspiracy to alter the innocent toxic soldiers’ and their familys’ lives,
Not caring to stop the hurting and dismay years later.
They built lethal diseases without a cure to eradicate the anatomy.
Lord Jesus, Keep Us From Crying!
We have been rejected by the government and the Veteran Affairs!
They refuse to benefit all and notify all the dying veterans.
Rejected by the country we served without hesitation,
Stranded to flounder helplessly in their fatal quicksand bed,
Submerging us in their endless pit of despair.
We rely on Your spiritual healing to always comfort,
Knowing You would never leave us suffering in the dark,
From the chemical soup destroying Your children.
Lord Jesus, Hold us close in our sorrowful times!
Help us to believe in Your pious healing,
Leaning on only You to cross the bridge of our destiny.
Save us from the conspiracy of Fort McClellan.
Punish the Army for the genocide of its toxic soldiers,
Give the government the compassion to heal all the toxic veterans left.
Others are dying from the malicious betrayal!
When will the congressional bills protect their dedicated warriors,
Willing to serve their country with proud heart?
Lord Jesus, We feel so lost in this battle against the government.
Fort McClellan poisoned us with radioactive chemicals,
Causing our bodies to deteriorate from its caustic materials.
We have been left bleeding from fatal wounds,
Damaging our internal structure with its devastating path,
Constantly Inflicted with perilous darts of apprehension and fear.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Lord Jesus, We feel so lost in this battle against the government.
Fort McClellan poisoned us with radioactive chemicals,
Causing our bodies to deteriorate from its caustic materials.
We have been left bleeding from fatal wounds,
Damaging our internal structure with its devastating path,
Constantly inflicted with perilous darts of apprehension and fear.
An evil terroristic conspiracy to alter the innocent toxic soldiers’ and their familys’ lives,
Not caring to stop the hurting and dismay years later.
They built lethal diseases without a cure to eradicate the anatomy.
Lord Jesus, Keep Us From Crying!
We have been rejected by the government and the Veteran Affairs!
They refuse to benefit all and notify all the dying veterans.
Rejected by the country we served without hesitation,
Stranded to flounder helplessly in their fatal quicksand bed,
Submerging us in their endless pit of despair.
We rely on Your spiritual healing to always comfort,
Knowing You would never leave us suffering in the dark,
From the chemical soup destroying Your children.
Lord Jesus, Hold us close in our sorrowful times!
Help us to believe in Your pious healing,
Leaning on only You to cross the bridge of our destiny.
Save us from the conspiracy of Fort McClellan.
Punish the Army for the genocide of its toxic soldiers,
Give the government the compassion to heal all the toxic veterans left.
Others are dying from the malicious betrayal!
When will the congressional bills protect their dedicated warriors,
Willing to serve their country with proud heart?
Lord Jesus, We feel so lost in this battle against the government.
Fort McClellan poisoned us with radioactive chemicals,
Causing our bodies to deteriorate from its caustic materials.
We have been left bleeding from fatal wounds,
Damaging our internal structure with its devastating path,
Constantly Inflicted with perilous darts of apprehension and fear.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
So Many Diseases Plaguing Me
So many diseases plaguing me,
Making me suffer with every breath I take.
Inside my foundation is crumbling to dust.
An epidemic of diseases is destroying my body foundation,
Leaving me helplessly impaled in agony,
Making me question whether I will survive another day.
My chemical sculptured body becomes more eradicated,
Muscles and bones have deteriorated from the radioactive material,
Leaving me struggling to even exist daily.
I reach out for My Loving Father for my comfort,
Knowing I am very ill from all these afflictions,
Together We will tell the chemical cover-up to all.
Every new day is my new blessing from Him.
Helping me to write this poetical healing for so many,
We will seek to find all of our missing comrades.
We must lean on Him to survive this tyranny,
Army left us all bearing the genocide saber, implanted inside,
Turning our healthy bodies to toxic waste.
Without Jesus carrying our eternal pardon,
We cannot escape the chemical and radioactive twisting knives inside.
The government betrayed us all in our treasonous fight.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
So many diseases plaguing me,
Making me suffer with every breath I take.
Inside my foundation is crumbling to dust.
An epidemic of diseases is destroying my body foundation,
Leaving me helplessly impaled in agony,
Making me question whether I will survive another day.
My chemical sculptured body becomes more eradicated,
Muscles and bones have deteriorated from the radioactive material,
Leaving me struggling to even exist daily.
I reach out for My Loving Father for my comfort,
Knowing I am very ill from all these afflictions,
Together We will tell the chemical cover-up to all.
Every new day is my new blessing from Him.
Helping me to write this poetical healing for so many,
We will seek to find all of our missing comrades.
We must lean on Him to survive this tyranny,
Army left us all bearing the genocide saber, implanted inside,
Turning our healthy bodies to toxic waste.
Without Jesus carrying our eternal pardon,
We cannot escape the chemical and radioactive twisting knives inside.
The government betrayed us all in our treasonous fight.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
I Will Never Give Up
In these times of desperation and reject,
I will never give up in the fiercest fight,
Knowing I believe In Jesus’ loving hands,
Holding me in His compassionate arms always.
His strength will carry me o’er the flaming beds,
Breathing in my radioactive war torn body,
Giving me the clad armor to battle;
While raging diseases mutilate my innocent anatomy.
He gives me His persistence to have faith,
Knowing my body bears the whiplash of tyranny.
Fatality sings the death cadence in my mind,
While Jesus whispers to me, “You can conquer all!”
Each day my foundation weakens under the physical yokes.
Pulsations of my heart beat is faltering,
I cannot walk the steady pathways;
Without Jesus carrying me o’er the roughest terrain.
My stable life has been forever changed,
I can no longer exist without agony.
I trust in our Lord’s spiritual guidance,
Illuminating my tortured spirit, denied.
In these times of desperation and reject,
I will never give up in the fiercest fight,
Knowing I believe In Jesus’ loving hands,
Holding me in His compassionate arms always.
His strength will carry me o’er the flaming beds,
Breathing His hope in my radioactive war torn body,
Giving me His spiritual clad armor to battle;
Against the chemical poison in my internal vessels.
He will call His mighty angels to protect me eternally,
The Army might be denying their treasonous crime;
But Jesus will always hold His sacred shield in my battle,
Using His penetrating sword of His spirit to bring me victory always.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
In these times of desperation and reject,
I will never give up in the fiercest fight,
Knowing I believe In Jesus’ loving hands,
Holding me in His compassionate arms always.
His strength will carry me o’er the flaming beds,
Breathing in my radioactive war torn body,
Giving me the clad armor to battle;
While raging diseases mutilate my innocent anatomy.
He gives me His persistence to have faith,
Knowing my body bears the whiplash of tyranny.
Fatality sings the death cadence in my mind,
While Jesus whispers to me, “You can conquer all!”
Each day my foundation weakens under the physical yokes.
Pulsations of my heart beat is faltering,
I cannot walk the steady pathways;
Without Jesus carrying me o’er the roughest terrain.
My stable life has been forever changed,
I can no longer exist without agony.
I trust in our Lord’s spiritual guidance,
Illuminating my tortured spirit, denied.
In these times of desperation and reject,
I will never give up in the fiercest fight,
Knowing I believe In Jesus’ loving hands,
Holding me in His compassionate arms always.
His strength will carry me o’er the flaming beds,
Breathing His hope in my radioactive war torn body,
Giving me His spiritual clad armor to battle;
Against the chemical poison in my internal vessels.
He will call His mighty angels to protect me eternally,
The Army might be denying their treasonous crime;
But Jesus will always hold His sacred shield in my battle,
Using His penetrating sword of His spirit to bring me victory always.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Torture In Future Generations
Torture in future generations is the tragic outcome,
Creating many generations of struggle and bittersweet tears,
Leaving many generations of sorrow and grief,
Created by the Army’s chemical betrayal and deceit!
A child cries in agony from cancerous lesions.
She was innocent from the poisons inflicting.
The government fails to hear the innocent girl,
Radioactively poisoned by her mothers chemical body.
Denying her mother, a soldier, who once served her country,
Poisoned by many planted barrels of Cesium-137 and Cobalt-60,
Saturating the ground with radioactive particles,
Entering our helpless bodies with cell changing ions.
Our D.N.A. has been altered with their conspiracy,
Creating a legacy of disease and affliction for our future families.
The soldiers were made infertile by the perilous substances,
Creating childless veterans and infant deaths.
Torture in future generations is the tragic outcome,
Creating many generations of struggle and bittersweet tears,
Leaving many generations of sorrow and grief,
Created by the Army’s chemical betrayal and deceit!
The helpless veterans will continue to breed the chemical impalement,
Watching our bodies become dust and disease,
Leaving us impaled with the chemical knife of doom,
Bleeding from the acidic sores of derision and sorrow.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Torture in future generations is the tragic outcome,
Creating many generations of struggle and bittersweet tears,
Leaving many generations of sorrow and grief,
Created by the Army’s chemical betrayal and deceit!
A child cries in agony from cancerous lesions.
She was innocent from the poisons inflicting.
The government fails to hear the innocent girl,
Radioactively poisoned by her mothers chemical body.
Denying her mother, a soldier, who once served her country,
Poisoned by many planted barrels of Cesium-137 and Cobalt-60,
Saturating the ground with radioactive particles,
Entering our helpless bodies with cell changing ions.
Our D.N.A. has been altered with their conspiracy,
Creating a legacy of disease and affliction for our future families.
The soldiers were made infertile by the perilous substances,
Creating childless veterans and infant deaths.
Torture in future generations is the tragic outcome,
Creating many generations of struggle and bittersweet tears,
Leaving many generations of sorrow and grief,
Created by the Army’s chemical betrayal and deceit!
The helpless veterans will continue to breed the chemical impalement,
Watching our bodies become dust and disease,
Leaving us impaled with the chemical knife of doom,
Bleeding from the acidic sores of derision and sorrow.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Jesus Never Denied This Dying Toxic Veteran And His Poet Will Never Dishonor Him! He is The True Healer And Father To All! He Is The True Pen!
Pray For Veterans And Warriors, Who Have Dedicated Their Lives In Pursuit Of America's And The World's Freedom!
Thank You Warriors Past And Present For Your Dedication! May The Government Never Deny You And Betray You Like They Did Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans!
Jesus Will Never Betray Our Warriors!
Pray And Lean On Him!
He Is Our Only Savior, Our General, Who Cares!
Precious Lord Thank You For Giving Me
Precious Lord Thank You For Giving Me Your Strength,
Your Faith , Your Compassion, Your Understanding, Your Healing, Your Comfort,Your Grace And Your Love!
I need You always to guide and teach me,
Help me withstand these paralyzing darts of chemical impairment,
Never denying me from Your true healing Grace!
Lord, My heart feels so much hurt inside of me,
Feeling so betrayed from our government!
Sorrow fills my searching mind with dismay,
Not only for this toxic suffering veteran;
But for all of my comrades, who were poisoned by Fort McClellan.
Each new day I wake up thanking You, Precious Lord, for another day,
Another struggling breath in my damaged lungs and acute bronchials asthma attack,
Another erratic heartbeat in my Prinzmetal Angina diseased ablated heart,
Another walk with my severely osteoarthritic degenerative bones and brittle Diabetes Metillus II,
Most of all for the strength You have given this dying poet veteran!
Precious Lord, You give me Your compassionate hands to hold me;
When my walk has become so agonizing.
Pain becomes so difficult to bear in my body,
Leaving me withstanding the most difficult journey,
Suffering from the many diseases inflicted.
Precious Lord You give me understanding and faith to guide me,
When I start to question my will to go on,
With every new attack of my head and body,
You become my confidante and protector,
Sending me Your special healing and comfort.
Precious Lord, In Your loving arms I place my diseased body!
Give Your continuing spiritual gifts to my dying body,
Feeding me Your strength to survive another day,
Living in this radioactively eradicated betrayed body,
Fighting to overcome so many torturous physical and emotional odds!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Precious Lord Thank You For Giving Me Your Strength,
Your Faith , Your Compassion, Your Understanding, Your Healing, Your Comfort,Your Grace And Your Love!
I need You always to guide and teach me,
Help me withstand these paralyzing darts of chemical impairment,
Never denying me from Your true healing Grace!
Lord, My heart feels so much hurt inside of me,
Feeling so betrayed from our government!
Sorrow fills my searching mind with dismay,
Not only for this toxic suffering veteran;
But for all of my comrades, who were poisoned by Fort McClellan.
Each new day I wake up thanking You, Precious Lord, for another day,
Another struggling breath in my damaged lungs and acute bronchials asthma attack,
Another erratic heartbeat in my Prinzmetal Angina diseased ablated heart,
Another walk with my severely osteoarthritic degenerative bones and brittle Diabetes Metillus II,
Most of all for the strength You have given this dying poet veteran!
Precious Lord, You give me Your compassionate hands to hold me;
When my walk has become so agonizing.
Pain becomes so difficult to bear in my body,
Leaving me withstanding the most difficult journey,
Suffering from the many diseases inflicted.
Precious Lord You give me understanding and faith to guide me,
When I start to question my will to go on,
With every new attack of my head and body,
You become my confidante and protector,
Sending me Your special healing and comfort.
Precious Lord, In Your loving arms I place my diseased body!
Give Your continuing spiritual gifts to my dying body,
Feeding me Your strength to survive another day,
Living in this radioactively eradicated betrayed body,
Fighting to overcome so many torturous physical and emotional odds!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Our Voices Remain Unheard
Our voices remain unheard in the uncaring government.
They won’t listen to our suffering,
Ignoring our cries for our earned benefits and healing,
Leaving our bodies twisting in agony without help.
Radioactive chemicals are left to eradicate our innocent temples,
Dissolving bone and muscles in its destruction,
Leaving its victims suffering in acute pain,
Praying to Jesus for the spiritual comfort needed.
Only He listens to our crying in the night,
Assuring us with His pious words of comfort.
We look to Him for our consolation and healing,
Knowing our bodies have been impaled with many diseases.
We were betrayed by the government we believed in.
The army we served used us for research subjects.
Our entire future was built on their conspiracy,
Fort McClellan destroyed our future with maliciousness!
Our voices have remained unheard in government,
Denied the healing we need in our journeys,
Left floundering in a treacherous sea of no return,
Awaiting our voices on the most perilous journey of radioactive denial.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Our voices remain unheard in the uncaring government.
They won’t listen to our suffering,
Ignoring our cries for our earned benefits and healing,
Leaving our bodies twisting in agony without help.
Radioactive chemicals are left to eradicate our innocent temples,
Dissolving bone and muscles in its destruction,
Leaving its victims suffering in acute pain,
Praying to Jesus for the spiritual comfort needed.
Only He listens to our crying in the night,
Assuring us with His pious words of comfort.
We look to Him for our consolation and healing,
Knowing our bodies have been impaled with many diseases.
We were betrayed by the government we believed in.
The army we served used us for research subjects.
Our entire future was built on their conspiracy,
Fort McClellan destroyed our future with maliciousness!
Our voices have remained unheard in government,
Denied the healing we need in our journeys,
Left floundering in a treacherous sea of no return,
Awaiting our voices on the most perilous journey of radioactive denial.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
We Look Toward Jesus For Benefits Denied
Feeling helpless, we ask Our Lord Jesus for hope,
Knowing only His understanding will get us through.
Continually He will bear our heavy burdens,
Healing the continuing destruction in our bodies.
Fighting each physical battle valiantly,
While the radioactive particles eradicate our healthy tissue,
We pray to Our Lord Jesus for the government to care,
Raise up their swords and join our perilous fight.
Their congressional bills will free us from the denial,
Answering our heartbreaking pleas for help!
We will no longer be denied in our pursuit of true recognition.
Our torturous voices will be finally heard!
We Look Toward Jesus For Benefits Denied!
He covers us with His healing grace, consolation, and faith,
Knowing Our government and country has failed
Covering up the genocide of All Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans!
The negligence and conspiracy is a tragic reminder,
That even our government can be heartless and negligent too,
Preferring to mask the tragedy of our death and suffering,
Leaving us impaled with the radioactive chemical sword of the Army!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Feeling helpless, we ask Our Lord Jesus for hope,
Knowing only His understanding will get us through.
Continually He will bear our heavy burdens,
Healing the continuing destruction in our bodies.
Fighting each physical battle valiantly,
While the radioactive particles eradicate our healthy tissue,
We pray to Our Lord Jesus for the government to care,
Raise up their swords and join our perilous fight.
Their congressional bills will free us from the denial,
Answering our heartbreaking pleas for help!
We will no longer be denied in our pursuit of true recognition.
Our torturous voices will be finally heard!
We Look Toward Jesus For Benefits Denied!
He covers us with His healing grace, consolation, and faith,
Knowing Our government and country has failed
Covering up the genocide of All Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans!
The negligence and conspiracy is a tragic reminder,
That even our government can be heartless and negligent too,
Preferring to mask the tragedy of our death and suffering,
Leaving us impaled with the radioactive chemical sword of the Army!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
There Is No Cure But His Spiritual Healing
There is no cure but His spiritual healing!
Only His pious sword will bring justice and healing.
Our country has betrayed us with their greed and indifference;
But His healing grace will continually comfort my blistered body!
I see a starving veteran in the mirror,
Fighting to withstand the many onslaughts of many fatal diseases.
A radioactive impaled veteran struggling to walk and stand,
Living a life of agony without the government’s help!
My body has become eradicated by the chemical soup,
Implanted by the conspiracy and negligence of the Army,
Deteriorating bone structure no longer supports my internal structure,
Leaving my organs without the circulation need!
There is no cure but His spiritual healing!
Only His pious sword will bring justice and healing.
Our country has betrayed us with their greed and indifference;
But His healing grace will continually comfort my blistered body!
When my mind looks toward the hopeless pathway before me,
He whispers to me, “ My Child, I Am Holding You!
I Will Never Leave You Struggling Alone!
My Child, I Will Always Be There!”
I reach out for Him for my comfort,
When my journey becomes so hard to bear.
He carries me over the roughest hewn roads,
Never letting me lose faith in my every step.
It is His hallowed love, holding my torturous body,
Whispering to me always, “You Will Never Suffer Alone!
I Will Protect You Eternally, My Child!
No Darkness Will Be Allowed To Birth!”
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
There is no cure but His spiritual healing!
Only His pious sword will bring justice and healing.
Our country has betrayed us with their greed and indifference;
But His healing grace will continually comfort my blistered body!
I see a starving veteran in the mirror,
Fighting to withstand the many onslaughts of many fatal diseases.
A radioactive impaled veteran struggling to walk and stand,
Living a life of agony without the government’s help!
My body has become eradicated by the chemical soup,
Implanted by the conspiracy and negligence of the Army,
Deteriorating bone structure no longer supports my internal structure,
Leaving my organs without the circulation need!
There is no cure but His spiritual healing!
Only His pious sword will bring justice and healing.
Our country has betrayed us with their greed and indifference;
But His healing grace will continually comfort my blistered body!
When my mind looks toward the hopeless pathway before me,
He whispers to me, “ My Child, I Am Holding You!
I Will Never Leave You Struggling Alone!
My Child, I Will Always Be There!”
I reach out for Him for my comfort,
When my journey becomes so hard to bear.
He carries me over the roughest hewn roads,
Never letting me lose faith in my every step.
It is His hallowed love, holding my torturous body,
Whispering to me always, “You Will Never Suffer Alone!
I Will Protect You Eternally, My Child!
No Darkness Will Be Allowed To Birth!”
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Help Me Jesus
Help Me Breath In Jesus!
Immerse my struggling lungs with Your loving healing,
Monsanto factory has released radioactive P.C.B.s in my body!
Toxic asthma has taken away my energy and health!
Help Me To Heal Jesus!
Feed me Your nutritious Bread Of Life,
Restoring my deteriorating body with Your healing balm.
My structures have been destroyed by the Army’s radioactive invasion.
Help Me To Feel No Hate Jesus!
Cleanse my foundation with Your Living Water,
Wash away my hurt and stop the dismay inside,
Helping other Forgotten Soldiers bear their heavy yoke.
Help Me Regain My Strength Jesus!
I must win this perilous fight in this genocide,
Watching my internal structure collapse,
No longer able to bear the brutal onslaught!
Help Me Believe In Only Your Grace Jesus!
I know only You can find all the hurting toxic veterans,
Through Our Pen we can succeed if We never give up!
Only Your healing can bring us justice and benefits!
Help Me Always Believe In Your Healing Jesus!
I know I can’t win this chemical and radioactive battle,
Devastating my entire physical anatomy without You, Jesus!
Each day I will give only praise to You Jesus for my everything.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Help Me Breath In Jesus!
Immerse my struggling lungs with Your loving healing,
Monsanto factory has released radioactive P.C.B.s in my body!
Toxic asthma has taken away my energy and health!
Help Me To Heal Jesus!
Feed me Your nutritious Bread Of Life,
Restoring my deteriorating body with Your healing balm.
My structures have been destroyed by the Army’s radioactive invasion.
Help Me To Feel No Hate Jesus!
Cleanse my foundation with Your Living Water,
Wash away my hurt and stop the dismay inside,
Helping other Forgotten Soldiers bear their heavy yoke.
Help Me Regain My Strength Jesus!
I must win this perilous fight in this genocide,
Watching my internal structure collapse,
No longer able to bear the brutal onslaught!
Help Me Believe In Only Your Grace Jesus!
I know only You can find all the hurting toxic veterans,
Through Our Pen we can succeed if We never give up!
Only Your healing can bring us justice and benefits!
Help Me Always Believe In Your Healing Jesus!
I know I can’t win this chemical and radioactive battle,
Devastating my entire physical anatomy without You, Jesus!
Each day I will give only praise to You Jesus for my everything.
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
My Perilous Journey Is Never Alone
Afraid to breathe in the murky air,
Suffocating my radioactive P.C.B. infiltrated lungs,
I reach out to The Lord in desperation,
Knowing my eternal home is with Jesus!
My chemically damaged heart is struggling to beat,
Weighed down by the scarring of The Army’s agent orange deceit.
I look to Jesus for my healing of my mind and my body.
He gives me His continual love and His understanding!
Every torturous step I must bear is a reminder.
Fort McClellan poisoned me with its radioactive chemicals,
Disintegrating my bones, muscles, and joints.
I must remain entrapped in my feeble foundation!
My perilous journey is never alone!
Jesus watches over His radioactive chemical impaled child,
Knowing that our government has betrayed me,
Treasonous behavior against its dying veteran.
Entrapped in my deteriorating brittle Diabetes Metillus II extremities.
Forced to endure the agony of their betrayal,
I know My Jesus watches over this toxic crippled Poet For The Lord,
Giving me the strength to tell our torturous story with His words.
I will never walk my perilous journey alone,
Relying on My Father’s arms to carry me.
As I await my deserved benefits for my deteriorating health,
He will comfort me with His loving voice always!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Afraid to breathe in the murky air,
Suffocating my radioactive P.C.B. infiltrated lungs,
I reach out to The Lord in desperation,
Knowing my eternal home is with Jesus!
My chemically damaged heart is struggling to beat,
Weighed down by the scarring of The Army’s agent orange deceit.
I look to Jesus for my healing of my mind and my body.
He gives me His continual love and His understanding!
Every torturous step I must bear is a reminder.
Fort McClellan poisoned me with its radioactive chemicals,
Disintegrating my bones, muscles, and joints.
I must remain entrapped in my feeble foundation!
My perilous journey is never alone!
Jesus watches over His radioactive chemical impaled child,
Knowing that our government has betrayed me,
Treasonous behavior against its dying veteran.
Entrapped in my deteriorating brittle Diabetes Metillus II extremities.
Forced to endure the agony of their betrayal,
I know My Jesus watches over this toxic crippled Poet For The Lord,
Giving me the strength to tell our torturous story with His words.
I will never walk my perilous journey alone,
Relying on My Father’s arms to carry me.
As I await my deserved benefits for my deteriorating health,
He will comfort me with His loving voice always!
Heavenly Father Jesus, I ask you to hold all Fort McClellan Veterans and families, who weep the bittersweet tears of rejection and agony! May you hold us all close in your comforting arms, giving us the strength to survive another day!
In The Lord Jesus’ Name, I Pray For All Toxic Forgotten Veterans!
May His Will Be Done Always.
Amen!
Dorothy E. Scott
Toxic Fort McClellan Woman Poet Veteran
© Copyrighted 2018-2024
The Forgotten Soldiers
I dedicate this book to my sister and Army B.F.F., My Bobbsey Twin, Dianne Y. Loney, and to all of my comrades from basic at Fort McClellan, Alabama. I am writing this book to help find my Toxic Comrades. I also dedicate this book to Kim Sparks, a very sick disease stricken special toxic soldier and veteran, who captured my heart and made me realize I can win by writing this book.
I also dedicate it to all women and men, toxic veterans and military families, searching for answers and cures for all diseases, plaguing them.
Let’s all pray for that registry so all of our Fort McClellan Toxic Veterans And Soldiers can find peace and healthcare! Pray we all can be tested for chemical exposure and pray for Jesus to turn the government around.
I give a special dedication to my Father and Lord Jesus, who guided me as a child to be His poet and we pen together now. Thank You Precious Jesus, My Father, who never gave up on me! Please Watch over all Toxic Fort McClellan Veterans.
Sulfur Mustard Gas Toxwww.atsdr.cdc.gov/toxfaqs/tfacts49.pdfNerve Agents No Longer Used In USA We were exposed To!www.atsdr.cdc.gov/toxfaqs/tfacts166.pdfCobalt Co-60
This shows the truly deadly chemicals involved. This is what The EPA officer wore in Fort McClellan Toxic cleanup!
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PCB Facts From Veteran Affairs Site! We ingested these These they don't deny! But They Deny Many More! The website below is the PDF that the EPA wrote on the toxic soup. It will apall you especially if you served there!
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www.atsdr.cdc.gov/toxfaqs/tfacts33.pdf
Cesium-137
www.atsdr.cdc.gov/toxfaqs/tfacts157.pdf
Radioactive compounds (cesium-137 and cobalt-60) used in decontamination training activities in isolated locations on base.
Chemical warfare agents (mustard gas and nerve agents) used in decontamination testing activities in isolated locations on base.
Airborne polychlorinated biphenyls (PCBs) from the Monsanto plant in the neighboring town.
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Help Us To Find All The Toxic Veterans Our Comrades, And Save Them! Thank You! God Bless Ya All!
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And Ted Methin Jr. Listen to the plea of our faithful comrades and family,
Ft McClellan Survivor, Lisa Sarro.
Feel all of our thoughts through her words and pleas!
God Bless Ya All
Love Ya Muahhhhhhhh
Poet Dorothy
Introduced in House (06/02/2015)
Fort McClellan Health Registry Act H.R. 2622
Directs the Secretary of Veterans Affairs (VA) to establish and maintain a special record to be known as the Fort McClellan Health Registry containing the name of each individual who, while serving in the Armed Forces, was stationed at Fort McClellan, Alabama, during the period beginning on January 1, 1935, and ending on May 20, 1999, and who: (1) applies for care or services from the VA; (2) files a claim for compensation on the basis of any disability which may be associated with such service; (3) dies and is survived by a spouse, child, or parent who files a claim for dependency and indemnity compensation on the basis of such service; (4) requests a health examination from the VA; or (5) receives such health examination and requests inclusion in the Registry. Requires the Secretary, upon request, to provide such health examination, as well as consultation and counseling with respect to examination results.
Directs the Secretary to: (1) notify individuals in the Registry of significant developments in research on the health consequences of potential exposure to a toxic substance or environmental hazard related to service at Fort McClellan; and (2) carry out appropriate outreach activities with respect to such health examinations, consultation, and counseling.
Fort McClellan Health Registry Act H.R. 2622
Directs the Secretary of Veterans Affairs (VA) to establish and maintain a special record to be known as the Fort McClellan Health Registry containing the name of each individual who, while serving in the Armed Forces, was stationed at Fort McClellan, Alabama, during the period beginning on January 1, 1935, and ending on May 20, 1999, and who: (1) applies for care or services from the VA; (2) files a claim for compensation on the basis of any disability which may be associated with such service; (3) dies and is survived by a spouse, child, or parent who files a claim for dependency and indemnity compensation on the basis of such service; (4) requests a health examination from the VA; or (5) receives such health examination and requests inclusion in the Registry. Requires the Secretary, upon request, to provide such health examination, as well as consultation and counseling with respect to examination results.
Directs the Secretary to: (1) notify individuals in the Registry of significant developments in research on the health consequences of potential exposure to a toxic substance or environmental hazard related to service at Fort McClellan; and (2) carry out appropriate outreach activities with respect to such health examinations, consultation, and counseling.
Toxic Vets - The Poisonous Legacy of Ft. McClellan
Ft McClellanFt. McClellan Alabama no longer exists as an Army base, at least not officially. In 1999, the Environmental Protection Agency shut down the base, labeling it a hazardous site. The area is so toxic that it is illegal to sink a well in the surrounding communities.
Even though the base no longer houses military personnel, portions of the site are still used as a training facility and as a depot. The training conducted there is by various entities, including local, state and federal agencies. I wonder if they issue warnings about the site before candidates or employees are sent there, or if they, like the tens of thousands of veterans who once called Ft. McClellan home, get to find out about the contamination through word of mouth.
Next to Ft. McClellan is a small town called Anniston, Alabama. Even if you never heard of the base, the name of the community may ring a bell. In 2003, chemical giant Monsanto settled a case with more than 20,000 residents of the town for $700 million dollars. The suit alleged the company, now operating locally as Solutia, contaminated the water, soil and air so thoroughly and so recklessly with PCB’s and other toxins for decades, 60 Minutes and others have called the area the most toxic place on the planet. One of the others making that claim is the EPA, which has listed the community at the top of its Superfund Sites in need of cleanup.
The settlement has been good for the people of Anniston, but realistically it is small recompense for the sicknesses and deaths this community has suffered. There has also been a dark side to this settlement as well. The terms of the specifically exclude military personnel who were stationed at Ft. McClellan.
The thinking behind this intentional omission, at least publicly, had been that the military and the VA would take care of it’s own. The less public but acknowledged answer is that Monsanto was and is responsible for the PCB contamination, but not for the plethora of other toxins to which the base personnel were exposed. In Monsanto’s defense, they are right.
Sadly, our military does not have the best track record when it comes to protecting the health of it’s personnel. Agent Orange comes to mind. Interestingly, that substance plays a role here as well.
Through the decades of it’s existence Ft. McClellan served many purposes. At the end of the Spanish-American War, it was called Camp Shipp and the mountainous area was viewed as an ideal backdrop for an artillery range, though those hostilities ended before the site was fully utilized. In 1917, Ft. McClellan was formally established as a mobilization center for quickly training men for WWl.
The base was best known, however, for four functions through the years. It was one of the Army’s primary weapons depots and disposal sites from the 1930’s on, a function it still serves today, and as the base to which you were sent if you joined the Military Police. If you had signed up or agreed to enter the Army’s Chemical, Biological, Radiological and Nuclear Corps, you also spent time at Ft. McClellan. Sadly Ft. Mac, as it is colloquially known was also home to the WAC, the Women’s Army Corp, until that unit was officially disbanded and absorbed into the regular Army in 1978. It is last of these four uses that are most significant when discussing the catastrophic long term effects on personnel who were exposed to the toxic soup that was and is Ft. McClellan.
At the end of WWl the world became aware of the horrors of using chemical weapons, but it took decades for the most commonly known agent, Mustard Gas to be eliminated. Since the end of the War to End All Wars, ever more deadly and dangerous chemicals have been developed, stockpiled, used and sometimes destroyed. One of the places these later generations of chemical weapons as well as that old standby Mustard Gas was stored was Ft. McClellan.
That particular toxin, along with Agent Orange, the less well-known but even more toxic Agent Blue, Sarin, VX and a host of other man-made chemical killers were all stored at Ft. McClellan while they awaited their turn in the incinerator. Most spent their time sitting patiently in their containers waiting for destruction, but many of these substances foiled attempts at containment and leaked into the soil, creeks, streams and ultimately the aquifers that fed the wells of Ft. McClellan. Now add in the depleted uranium that is the shell of warheads and missiles and our old friend PCB’s from neighboring Monsanto and a fuller picture of the contents of the toxic soup that comprise the ground and water in and surrounding Ft. McClellan begins to take shape.
The devastating effects on the human body of these chemicals are well known. These effects were the purpose of their development. But, not even the maddest scientists operating in the darkest days of Nazi death camps ever conceived of exposing the human body to all of these toxins at once. Happily, or sadly, depending on how you view it, such experiments if conceived would not need to be carried out as there are tens of thousands of United States soldiers who have been so exposed. Ironically though, the effects aren’t officially known. Because the Army and the VA have denied these soldiers diagnoses or even treatment for the diseases from which they suffer, claiming their illnesses are not service related.
Each of these toxins produce known diseases and reactions, even with the most minimal exposure to just a portion of their constituent chemical compounds. Many of these disorders are chromosomal, meaning future generations are effected. That is, if a human being after exposure to some of these agents is left capable of reproducing.
For the past several months, I have been in contact with hundreds of veterans of Ft. McClellan. In every case, they are horrified to find out the illnesses they have been suffering with, often for decades, could have been predicted based on their time at Fort Mac.
The majority of the women veterans suffered a mind numbing, soul crushing six, eight, ten or more miscarriages. The children they were able to bear full term, or at least to a live birth, more often than not suffer a horrifying, yet predictable range of abnormalities, disabilities and medical conditions. Because many of these toxins work on the chromosomal level, nearly as many men fathered children who went on to bear children of their own with abnormalities, disabilities and medical conditions known to be caused by exposure to these chemical agents.
Exactly how many service men and women, much less their offspring, have been affected remains unknown. This is due to the current policy of not informing those who served at this base of their exposure. Word of mouth, veteran to veteran, has been the primary source of information. Many have banded together on social media, started webpages and even put up videos on YouTube, in an effort to advise their fellow Ft. Mac survivors.
“I had just thought I had drawn an unlucky hand in health”, is a common response of those veterans that have been reached.
“I had a radical hysterectomy at 28 years old, after more miscarriages than I can count.”
“I’ve always wondered if I had been exposed to something, ‘cause it made no sense that all my teeth just fell out by the time I was 35.”
“The doctors can’t tell me what is wrong. They call it peripheral neuropathy, but I don’t have diabetes. All I know is there are no drugs that can counter the pain, and it is getting worse.”
“I’ve been fit and active, eating right my whole life. I’m not overweight and no one in my family has ever had diabetes, but suddenly, I have it.”
“I’ve had two different cancers. Now, there is something weird with my bones, they seem to be just dissolving. The doctors said this is not a reaction to the chemo. In fact, they discovered the issue with my bones when they first started me on chemo and radiation.”
“I have something called spinal stenosis.”
“I have every sign and symptom of Agent Orange, but I never went to ‘Nam.”
These are just some of the more common ailments reported in these online groups. Each time someone posts, there are dozens of “me, too” responses, followed up with references to all sorts of documents so each person can be their own healthcare advocate. Suggestions of how best to talk to your doctor are always followed by “I hope you have other than a VA doctor.”
It is really sad that these veterans, as soon as they tell their VA caseworker they are a Ft. McClellan vet, are routinely told that their medical issues will not be covered or treated by the VA. Despite mountains of data proving a direct correlation between these toxins and the diseases for which they are seeking treatment, the VA denies case after case.
This is the part of the story that makes the least sense. The United States Army closed the base because it was declared a toxic site by the EPA. The Department of Defense, the VA and every other government entity acknowledges exposure to these toxins have detrimental effects on the human body. Yet, soldiers who were stationed at this base cannot get the care they need.
The story gets worse.
For the past three years, there has been a bill in one form or another called the “Ft. McClellan Health Registry Act” (current incarnation is HR411) sitting in the Health Subcommittee of the House Committee on Veterans’ Affairs. Basically, this bill calls for the VA to grant what is known as ‘presumptive status’ for those who are seeking treatment and had served at Ft. McClellan.
The all-important ‘presumptive status’ these veterans seek and which is required to receive treatment simply means that because of their time at Ft. McClellan, it is acknowledged they may have, or develop a range of illness, diseases and disorders. This is the same status that Viet Nam Era veterans fought for decades to get in regard to Agent Orange exposure. It is also what was just granted to the hundreds of thousands who were exposed to the open-air burn pits in Iraq, Afghanistan and at bases around the world.
That is all these veterans are asking for, to be treated for the illnesses they now suffer as a direct result of their service to our country.
“They’re just waiting for us to die. We are dying. Not even aging and dying, just dying before our time. You hear about how overburdened the VA is, so I guess this is their solution. Just wait for us all to die off so they don’t have to take care of us.”
Note – all of the remarks in quotations are things I have been told or seen written by members of the various Ft. McClellan social media groups. With rare exception, these vets have asked not to be named, in fear that the few services they have been able to get, the claims they have been allowed to file will be denied. That is the saddest part of all.
After months of research and scores of calls and emails to the members of the subcommittee, there are still very basic questions unanswered. Party politics and posturing are definitely playing a role, and both sides of the aisle are guilty. Some have told me that because the chair is Republican and the original sponsor of the bill is a Democrat, unless or until a Republican member of the committee cosponsors the bill, it will not even be put on the agenda. Others have told me that unless one of the cosponsors submits a cost analysis and identifies an offset, the bill will not be put on the agenda.
I’d like to remind both sides that the oath these service members took, and indeed, the Constitution they swore to uphold and defend is neither Republican nor Democrat. These are veterans of the United States of America, not pawns in the ever-running game of chess these politicians seem to love to play.
Ft McClellanFt. McClellan Alabama no longer exists as an Army base, at least not officially. In 1999, the Environmental Protection Agency shut down the base, labeling it a hazardous site. The area is so toxic that it is illegal to sink a well in the surrounding communities.
Even though the base no longer houses military personnel, portions of the site are still used as a training facility and as a depot. The training conducted there is by various entities, including local, state and federal agencies. I wonder if they issue warnings about the site before candidates or employees are sent there, or if they, like the tens of thousands of veterans who once called Ft. McClellan home, get to find out about the contamination through word of mouth.
Next to Ft. McClellan is a small town called Anniston, Alabama. Even if you never heard of the base, the name of the community may ring a bell. In 2003, chemical giant Monsanto settled a case with more than 20,000 residents of the town for $700 million dollars. The suit alleged the company, now operating locally as Solutia, contaminated the water, soil and air so thoroughly and so recklessly with PCB’s and other toxins for decades, 60 Minutes and others have called the area the most toxic place on the planet. One of the others making that claim is the EPA, which has listed the community at the top of its Superfund Sites in need of cleanup.
The settlement has been good for the people of Anniston, but realistically it is small recompense for the sicknesses and deaths this community has suffered. There has also been a dark side to this settlement as well. The terms of the specifically exclude military personnel who were stationed at Ft. McClellan.
The thinking behind this intentional omission, at least publicly, had been that the military and the VA would take care of it’s own. The less public but acknowledged answer is that Monsanto was and is responsible for the PCB contamination, but not for the plethora of other toxins to which the base personnel were exposed. In Monsanto’s defense, they are right.
Sadly, our military does not have the best track record when it comes to protecting the health of it’s personnel. Agent Orange comes to mind. Interestingly, that substance plays a role here as well.
Through the decades of it’s existence Ft. McClellan served many purposes. At the end of the Spanish-American War, it was called Camp Shipp and the mountainous area was viewed as an ideal backdrop for an artillery range, though those hostilities ended before the site was fully utilized. In 1917, Ft. McClellan was formally established as a mobilization center for quickly training men for WWl.
The base was best known, however, for four functions through the years. It was one of the Army’s primary weapons depots and disposal sites from the 1930’s on, a function it still serves today, and as the base to which you were sent if you joined the Military Police. If you had signed up or agreed to enter the Army’s Chemical, Biological, Radiological and Nuclear Corps, you also spent time at Ft. McClellan. Sadly Ft. Mac, as it is colloquially known was also home to the WAC, the Women’s Army Corp, until that unit was officially disbanded and absorbed into the regular Army in 1978. It is last of these four uses that are most significant when discussing the catastrophic long term effects on personnel who were exposed to the toxic soup that was and is Ft. McClellan.
At the end of WWl the world became aware of the horrors of using chemical weapons, but it took decades for the most commonly known agent, Mustard Gas to be eliminated. Since the end of the War to End All Wars, ever more deadly and dangerous chemicals have been developed, stockpiled, used and sometimes destroyed. One of the places these later generations of chemical weapons as well as that old standby Mustard Gas was stored was Ft. McClellan.
That particular toxin, along with Agent Orange, the less well-known but even more toxic Agent Blue, Sarin, VX and a host of other man-made chemical killers were all stored at Ft. McClellan while they awaited their turn in the incinerator. Most spent their time sitting patiently in their containers waiting for destruction, but many of these substances foiled attempts at containment and leaked into the soil, creeks, streams and ultimately the aquifers that fed the wells of Ft. McClellan. Now add in the depleted uranium that is the shell of warheads and missiles and our old friend PCB’s from neighboring Monsanto and a fuller picture of the contents of the toxic soup that comprise the ground and water in and surrounding Ft. McClellan begins to take shape.
The devastating effects on the human body of these chemicals are well known. These effects were the purpose of their development. But, not even the maddest scientists operating in the darkest days of Nazi death camps ever conceived of exposing the human body to all of these toxins at once. Happily, or sadly, depending on how you view it, such experiments if conceived would not need to be carried out as there are tens of thousands of United States soldiers who have been so exposed. Ironically though, the effects aren’t officially known. Because the Army and the VA have denied these soldiers diagnoses or even treatment for the diseases from which they suffer, claiming their illnesses are not service related.
Each of these toxins produce known diseases and reactions, even with the most minimal exposure to just a portion of their constituent chemical compounds. Many of these disorders are chromosomal, meaning future generations are effected. That is, if a human being after exposure to some of these agents is left capable of reproducing.
For the past several months, I have been in contact with hundreds of veterans of Ft. McClellan. In every case, they are horrified to find out the illnesses they have been suffering with, often for decades, could have been predicted based on their time at Fort Mac.
The majority of the women veterans suffered a mind numbing, soul crushing six, eight, ten or more miscarriages. The children they were able to bear full term, or at least to a live birth, more often than not suffer a horrifying, yet predictable range of abnormalities, disabilities and medical conditions. Because many of these toxins work on the chromosomal level, nearly as many men fathered children who went on to bear children of their own with abnormalities, disabilities and medical conditions known to be caused by exposure to these chemical agents.
Exactly how many service men and women, much less their offspring, have been affected remains unknown. This is due to the current policy of not informing those who served at this base of their exposure. Word of mouth, veteran to veteran, has been the primary source of information. Many have banded together on social media, started webpages and even put up videos on YouTube, in an effort to advise their fellow Ft. Mac survivors.
“I had just thought I had drawn an unlucky hand in health”, is a common response of those veterans that have been reached.
“I had a radical hysterectomy at 28 years old, after more miscarriages than I can count.”
“I’ve always wondered if I had been exposed to something, ‘cause it made no sense that all my teeth just fell out by the time I was 35.”
“The doctors can’t tell me what is wrong. They call it peripheral neuropathy, but I don’t have diabetes. All I know is there are no drugs that can counter the pain, and it is getting worse.”
“I’ve been fit and active, eating right my whole life. I’m not overweight and no one in my family has ever had diabetes, but suddenly, I have it.”
“I’ve had two different cancers. Now, there is something weird with my bones, they seem to be just dissolving. The doctors said this is not a reaction to the chemo. In fact, they discovered the issue with my bones when they first started me on chemo and radiation.”
“I have something called spinal stenosis.”
“I have every sign and symptom of Agent Orange, but I never went to ‘Nam.”
These are just some of the more common ailments reported in these online groups. Each time someone posts, there are dozens of “me, too” responses, followed up with references to all sorts of documents so each person can be their own healthcare advocate. Suggestions of how best to talk to your doctor are always followed by “I hope you have other than a VA doctor.”
It is really sad that these veterans, as soon as they tell their VA caseworker they are a Ft. McClellan vet, are routinely told that their medical issues will not be covered or treated by the VA. Despite mountains of data proving a direct correlation between these toxins and the diseases for which they are seeking treatment, the VA denies case after case.
This is the part of the story that makes the least sense. The United States Army closed the base because it was declared a toxic site by the EPA. The Department of Defense, the VA and every other government entity acknowledges exposure to these toxins have detrimental effects on the human body. Yet, soldiers who were stationed at this base cannot get the care they need.
The story gets worse.
For the past three years, there has been a bill in one form or another called the “Ft. McClellan Health Registry Act” (current incarnation is HR411) sitting in the Health Subcommittee of the House Committee on Veterans’ Affairs. Basically, this bill calls for the VA to grant what is known as ‘presumptive status’ for those who are seeking treatment and had served at Ft. McClellan.
The all-important ‘presumptive status’ these veterans seek and which is required to receive treatment simply means that because of their time at Ft. McClellan, it is acknowledged they may have, or develop a range of illness, diseases and disorders. This is the same status that Viet Nam Era veterans fought for decades to get in regard to Agent Orange exposure. It is also what was just granted to the hundreds of thousands who were exposed to the open-air burn pits in Iraq, Afghanistan and at bases around the world.
That is all these veterans are asking for, to be treated for the illnesses they now suffer as a direct result of their service to our country.
“They’re just waiting for us to die. We are dying. Not even aging and dying, just dying before our time. You hear about how overburdened the VA is, so I guess this is their solution. Just wait for us all to die off so they don’t have to take care of us.”
Note – all of the remarks in quotations are things I have been told or seen written by members of the various Ft. McClellan social media groups. With rare exception, these vets have asked not to be named, in fear that the few services they have been able to get, the claims they have been allowed to file will be denied. That is the saddest part of all.
After months of research and scores of calls and emails to the members of the subcommittee, there are still very basic questions unanswered. Party politics and posturing are definitely playing a role, and both sides of the aisle are guilty. Some have told me that because the chair is Republican and the original sponsor of the bill is a Democrat, unless or until a Republican member of the committee cosponsors the bill, it will not even be put on the agenda. Others have told me that unless one of the cosponsors submits a cost analysis and identifies an offset, the bill will not be put on the agenda.
I’d like to remind both sides that the oath these service members took, and indeed, the Constitution they swore to uphold and defend is neither Republican nor Democrat. These are veterans of the United States of America, not pawns in the ever-running game of chess these politicians seem to love to play.
See How Our Government is downplaying the risks so they won't have to pay us what is owed.
It is not their children, grandchildren, or them that suffers and burns. It is not them in pain with the deadly diseases. Prinzmetal Angina is a disease with symptom of death. They had stop my heart so many times. At rest and active I am attacked with many other diseases too! I have had to live with agonizing pain I can't take pain meds due to comaing. I know it is because of the chemicals still in my body so many diseases and my body destroyed by their poisons. Other toxic warriors are facing the same conditions.
Jesus never let the sickness destroy my writing. He became my partner and the truth will be told! Every time I visit doctor some new disease or symptom has crept in or bacteria or virus. Government you have to listen and help us and I will file for my benefits forever. You are voting on a marijuana bill instead of protecting your soldiers your own country. We were poisoned by you and it was covered up.
Potential Exposure at Fort McClellan
Cropped image of Buckner Hall at Fort McClellan
Photo: U.S. Army
Fort McClellan was an Army installation in Alabama that opened in 1917.
Some members of the U.S. Army Chemical Corp School, Army Combat Development Command Chemical/Biological/Radiological Agency, Army Military Police School and Women's Army Corps, among others, may have been exposed to one or more of several hazardous materials, likely at low levels, during their service at Fort McClellan. Potential exposures could have included, but are not limited to, the following:
Radioactive compounds (cesium-137 and cobalt-60) used in decontamination training activities in isolated locations on base.
Chemical warfare agents (mustard gas and nerve agents) used in decontamination testing activities in isolated locations on base.
Airborne polychlorinated biphenyls (PCBs) from the Monsanto plant in the neighboring town.
Although exposures to high levels of these compounds have been shown to cause a variety of adverse health effects in humans and laboratory animals, there is no evidence of exposures of this magnitude having occurred at Fort McClellan. There are currently no adverse health conditions associated with service at Fort McClellan.
PCBs and the Monsanto chemical plant
From 1929 to 1971, an off-post Monsanto chemical plant operated south of Fort McClellan in Anniston. PCBs from the plant entered into the environment, and the surrounding community was exposed.
Since the 1990s, several investigations have been conducted to characterize the exposure of Anniston residents to PCBs from the Monsanto plant. In 2015, the Agency for Toxic Substances and Disease Registry (ATSDR) published an assessment of the potential health risks caused by airborne PCBs in Anniston and concluded that the concentrations found were "not expected to result in an increased cancer risk or other harmful health effects in people living in the neighborhoods outside the perimeter of the former PCB manufacturing facility."
Fort McClellan today
Fort McClellan closed in 1999 as part of the Army Base Closure and Realignment Committee (BRAC) program. The BRAC legislation required the environmental cleanup of Fort McClellan prior to its transfer to the public domain. Oversight of parts of the base have since been transferred to the Alabama Army National Guard, Department of Health and Human Services, Department of Justice, and the Department of the Interior, as well as to the community of Anniston, where the re-development and re-use of the land is overseen by the McClellan Development Authority.
Veteran health care and compensation benefits
VA does not presume that any adverse health conditions are associated with service at Fort McClellan. Veterans who are experiencing health issues that they associate with their service while at Fort McClellan should see their primary care provider.
Veterans may also file a claim for disability compensation. VA decides these claims on a case-by-case basis.
Useful resources
DoD Fort McClellan website
Environmental Cleanup Program Fact Sheets
Chemical warfare materials
Underground storage tanks
Landfills
Wildlife refuge
Cleanup process
McClellan Land Use Map
Chemical Fact Sheets
PCBs
Sulfur mustard
Nerve agents
Cobalt (Co-60)
Cesium (Cs-137)
Environmental Baseline Survey
Volume I
Volume II
ATSDR Health Consultation: Airborne PCBs in Anniston
Federal Register Notice of Intent (2001)
EPA Superfund Webpage: Anniston, AL
It is not their children, grandchildren, or them that suffers and burns. It is not them in pain with the deadly diseases. Prinzmetal Angina is a disease with symptom of death. They had stop my heart so many times. At rest and active I am attacked with many other diseases too! I have had to live with agonizing pain I can't take pain meds due to comaing. I know it is because of the chemicals still in my body so many diseases and my body destroyed by their poisons. Other toxic warriors are facing the same conditions.
Jesus never let the sickness destroy my writing. He became my partner and the truth will be told! Every time I visit doctor some new disease or symptom has crept in or bacteria or virus. Government you have to listen and help us and I will file for my benefits forever. You are voting on a marijuana bill instead of protecting your soldiers your own country. We were poisoned by you and it was covered up.
Potential Exposure at Fort McClellan
Cropped image of Buckner Hall at Fort McClellan
Photo: U.S. Army
Fort McClellan was an Army installation in Alabama that opened in 1917.
Some members of the U.S. Army Chemical Corp School, Army Combat Development Command Chemical/Biological/Radiological Agency, Army Military Police School and Women's Army Corps, among others, may have been exposed to one or more of several hazardous materials, likely at low levels, during their service at Fort McClellan. Potential exposures could have included, but are not limited to, the following:
Radioactive compounds (cesium-137 and cobalt-60) used in decontamination training activities in isolated locations on base.
Chemical warfare agents (mustard gas and nerve agents) used in decontamination testing activities in isolated locations on base.
Airborne polychlorinated biphenyls (PCBs) from the Monsanto plant in the neighboring town.
Although exposures to high levels of these compounds have been shown to cause a variety of adverse health effects in humans and laboratory animals, there is no evidence of exposures of this magnitude having occurred at Fort McClellan. There are currently no adverse health conditions associated with service at Fort McClellan.
PCBs and the Monsanto chemical plant
From 1929 to 1971, an off-post Monsanto chemical plant operated south of Fort McClellan in Anniston. PCBs from the plant entered into the environment, and the surrounding community was exposed.
Since the 1990s, several investigations have been conducted to characterize the exposure of Anniston residents to PCBs from the Monsanto plant. In 2015, the Agency for Toxic Substances and Disease Registry (ATSDR) published an assessment of the potential health risks caused by airborne PCBs in Anniston and concluded that the concentrations found were "not expected to result in an increased cancer risk or other harmful health effects in people living in the neighborhoods outside the perimeter of the former PCB manufacturing facility."
Fort McClellan today
Fort McClellan closed in 1999 as part of the Army Base Closure and Realignment Committee (BRAC) program. The BRAC legislation required the environmental cleanup of Fort McClellan prior to its transfer to the public domain. Oversight of parts of the base have since been transferred to the Alabama Army National Guard, Department of Health and Human Services, Department of Justice, and the Department of the Interior, as well as to the community of Anniston, where the re-development and re-use of the land is overseen by the McClellan Development Authority.
Veteran health care and compensation benefits
VA does not presume that any adverse health conditions are associated with service at Fort McClellan. Veterans who are experiencing health issues that they associate with their service while at Fort McClellan should see their primary care provider.
Veterans may also file a claim for disability compensation. VA decides these claims on a case-by-case basis.
Useful resources
DoD Fort McClellan website
Environmental Cleanup Program Fact Sheets
Chemical warfare materials
Underground storage tanks
Landfills
Wildlife refuge
Cleanup process
McClellan Land Use Map
Chemical Fact Sheets
PCBs
Sulfur mustard
Nerve agents
Cobalt (Co-60)
Cesium (Cs-137)
Environmental Baseline Survey
Volume I
Volume II
ATSDR Health Consultation: Airborne PCBs in Anniston
Federal Register Notice of Intent (2001)
EPA Superfund Webpage: Anniston, AL
Ft McClellan Condemned All Soldiers now Veterans To Die, filling us with deadly toxins, radioactive parasitic fingers, leaving agony in its path, which will harm us, our children, and grandchildren! We breathed, ate, drank, crawled in and we bathed in. The toxins are giving us deadly diseases and symptoms, destroying our blood vessels, organs, and spinal and bone structure! When I went into the army my teeth were perfect. By 20 enamel was disappearing and I was losing my teeth inside out. Our innocent families are suffering horrible diseases. We joined the country to help with freedom's call, but our country poisoned us with fatality from cancer and many diseases that cause us to suffer. I had cancer and I have Prinzmetal Angina the rarest kind, both rest and active, which now I have slow heart beat, my heart is ablated. I have to pay for my heart pills and all. They should at least give us 100 percent instead of taking our money away when they twisted the knife in our innocent body. Our country has betrayed The Toxic Ft. McClellan Soldiers.
Please Join Us and help get the bill passed to help us get our benefits and save us from the perilous thorns thrust in our innocent tissue. Help us to find our wounded comrades so their families won't suffer without knowing the truth about despicable Ft. McClellan! My opinion to other children, wanting to be soldiers. Don't Join Because You Too Could Be Signing Your Death Warrant. Government don't care. Join a career that is much safer, where at least you won't be betrayed for your choice. I was told in Army Basic that the most enjoyable time to remember was basic training, where you become close and work together. This is a special family we must save! Help Me Save Others. I know many doctors and lawyers, very high powered men, fbi, I wrote for has promised to help me. I wrote poems for thousands and now I ask you to read my new book as it was written and join in our fight against a very tyranny government, that will pad the rich pockets, taking away from the poor betrayed veterans, who served their country not knowing we were the human guinea pigs of the Army! We will all die a horrible painful death getting more diseases along the way. Yes it scares me and them because not only us but our children, grandchildren, their children will continually spread the poison, that Ft McClellan gave us! It all comes down to the roll of a politician's dice. We are losing but we will have our turn and fight to save our comrades in arms. I wrote a whole book Lost In Sickness describing this awful burning in my body and doctors saved me from death: but burning stayed. I started writing to help others, winning many awards because I was so lost in sickness I needed the faith. Lost In Sickness in entirety is on this website. None of my books got financial gain just spiritual gain because Jesus, My Partner, took me in His arms and helped me help others. many of my books are on this website. I hope it will give you all faith to hold on and know I am not alone in this travesty, Jesus is there always! I hand paint a lot of my covers and I hand make on Microsoft Publisher, using software, because I am crippled. I am not going to give up so my toxic comrades lets fight and win with Jesus holding our hand.
Andy drew this! He is one of my warriors, who was a radio man and I have program which helps me make coloring book. I handpainted this picture on corel X. Andy lost his drawing hand and arm and both legs in Iraq. This book will be dedicated to Ft. McClellan warriors too! My Partner Jessica, my loving sissy will dedicate time to both books to tell completely the struggles and the journeys of our comrades in arms. Love ya all! Praying for all! When I started this book I didn't know about Ft. McClellan, when I started this but now this book will tell about struggles of all wounded warriors!
I can't take medicines even lifesaving antibiotics without comaing and muscle seizures so I have been left with two deadly staph infections. So Many Of Us Out There Are Struggling! Since 2015 we have been waiting for bills to pass and VA acknowledge us. Obama administration was one of the deceitful traitors to us! . Our Congressmen and Senators too. Only few cared but 2017 not even media cares we are dying! His administration cared not for us or Texas wildfires! I was found in x-ray by Veteran Affairs volunteers, who showed us a horrifying movie of the toxins, we had ingested in many ways. I still carry metal in my finger from low crawling under the wire through discarded pencils metal and even cartridge casings. They dedicated their time to find us because apparently our government doesn't care. It is not their children or them dying. It is not them screaming when pain harms us! If the government had live one day in our shoes they be wolfing down pain meds. I can't take pain meds because it comas me and shuts my heart down. The va and the government are nailing our coffins and are responsible for all those dying without help. Every new death will be a nail in their coffin because Jesus will not have the selfish in heaven. Every death will be judged. On judgment day all, who are involved will atone for their every sin against us and all sins. Some are homeless because they can't work or support themselves. Many of us are crippled and dying. Others suffering and wondering what is next! I myself have four atrophy spots on my brain one on front, one on right side, one on left side, and one on back of my brain growing more on brain cortex as of last year! I have ms symptoms. All I have is Jesus' writing. I lost all my health! Each day is miracle. This book will have faith and hope and their stories. Any wishing to have their disability from the toxic Fort McClellan story told in my book, can send me an email at [email protected]. This book will tell our story and bring us hope and faith. It will be dedicated to two special ladies on Youtube Lisa Jo Sarro and a very sick lady, Kim Sparks! Hospice and many use my site. I usually give to hospitals nursing homes with pics so it is shared many places even doctor offices. Many churches online use my work and will be glad to spread all here. Thousands visit my website every week and they will spread the news, till we get our earned benefits. Here is a list of some of my sicknesses I deal with! I wanted to share so others can compare. I had colon cancer, adenoma carcinoma.
I have filed for benefits but TVC only filed on 4 diseases. I am not sure he even cared and acted like he had no idea so if don't pan out then might get a lawyer. Keep Fighting my fellow toxic warriors! We must get it to media, embarrass our prestigious rulers, do what it takes to reveal their cover-up! Show Obama was a total jerk not helping us! I get 269 dollars a month I have pay 40 dollars for my meds to keep them from taking my check. I have gotten where I buy vit D and all over the counter. My aspirin has cost me 8 dollars for a month so I buy now. The fat politicians sit up there, taking government money for fancy dinners while we Ft. McClellan veterans are fighting to survive. They eat lobster while we eat bologna or like me lucky to have one meal a day because of sickness and acute dysphagia. It is time for us take a stand! I served my country for freedom but our freedom was taken away! We were poisoned and now we are losing the fight and our lives. Dealing with all these diseases and no strength to withstand all left.
Please anyone who visits Take up our cause! Save all the Toxic Fort McClellan warriors.
Stop the ignorance and the casualties! I wear leg, hand, and foot braces to even be able walk far. Every time I go to the doctor she finds more invading! Inside my bones and muscles I have burning and tingles, making it hard to even type anymore. Jesus and I wanted to tell my story so people know we need to fight for our rights! praying for all and available to talk if need! I am a warrior Chaplain and Christian counselor for warriors and many who just need a counselor or friend.
God Bless Ya All
Love Ya Muahhhhhhhhhh
Poet Dorothy, Ya comrade and friend, and family always! Chaplain And Christian Counselor for The wounded warriors and warriors overseas.
Some of my trials and diseases, I was asked to show other Toxic veterans from Ft. McClellan.
We can win this battle just believe. Even my hubby is getting involved!
Bone spurs on spine. my bones protrude. Annular Bulging L1-L5 discs
Prinzmetal Angina - caused me to have heart stopped so many times, and comas
Ablated Heart
Menopause Disease
Adhesians
Lost My Gallbladder and Tonsils
Had be excised in gall bladder scar
Surgery for pocket hernias stomach took out and cleaned and 8 1/2 centimeter appendix removed
Hyperplasia left breast surgery
Had Entercoccus Faecelis disappeared though I couldn’t take treatment!
Have Staphlycoccus Haemolyticus
Hypothyroidism
Diabetes 2 Metillus Brittle Diabetes
Gerd Hypersecrectory Symptoms
Fibroid cystic disease.
Pads (Peripheral Artery Disease)
Diabetic Neuropathy
Osteoporosis
Osteoarthritis
Bursitis
Separated bursa left shoulder
Bronchial asthma and toxic asthma to cleaning supplies, smoke, and heavy chemicals. COPD!
No muscles in all extremities
Spongy bones in all spine and ribs
Deteriorated lower lumbar hole in it
Rare Meningioma Tentorium Brain Tumor
Blood clots due to lack of circulation in legs
Athelerosis some blockage minimal in heart and chest, aorta has floating particles!
Lack of feeling in arms and legs
Had strokes mild head strokes in past first in Army.
At least twenty.
High Blood Pressure
Low Blood Pressure
Passing out spells
Lots of falls
Weakness dizziness
High Myopia in eyes and birth defect.
Chronic kidney infection
Have had crushed kidney stones and kidney bled after a fall from swing took five years to quit constant infection.
Chronic sinus infection left side face crushed has disintergrated.
Lost All enamel on teeth losing all teeth inside out
Lost mobility so bad I wear braces on my hands feet, and knees
Service connection no muscle left arm. Cupital Syndrome
Tested Positive for Hepatitis C AB. Blood test didn’t show it.
Orthostatic Bp
Cancer Of Colon Adenoma Carcinoma diagnosed by Dyess Afb
Diabetic Coronary Heart disease
Four dead spots on my brain causing ms symptoms. Further atrophy on brain cortex 2017
Mitravalve Prolapse and triscuspid regurgitation.
Hyperinflated lungs in 2014
Lost My Spinal column, hips, and pelvic joints.
Acute Dysphagia
Swollen legs, lost feeling to underfoot only few toes left with feeling!
YEAR AGO MY ELECTRIC SCOOTER My Hubby Bought For Me because they refused me at VA, young whippersnappers that could never know the dismay we are going through.
I Lost All My Bones And My Heart, Being A Toxic Ft. McClellan Veteran. How Many More Will Die Before Government Listens?
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I would like to thank Rylee Preston for caring for our warriors in a special way and remembering the fallen; but yet your song also remembers the families struggling; while their warrior still fights.
They must leave their light on too, till their warrior comes home. You leave a light on for all the world by your blessed song! Luv Ya Sweetie Thanks All veterans love ya too! 
I face a very critical future and almost died so many times. I too questioned my future fate but I heard Jesus tell me take my hand, I will carry you! I believe in His Touch upon my fevered body healing me, bringing His miracle. It is a miracle when we all get up every day. His love will give us hope and a healing balm always! Lean on Him and be made whole again!
You too must: Reach out to Him always! Sadly Cancer And Many Critical Diseases Has Invaded Our Healthy Families And Us, Leaving Us Pondering Our Future, Leaving Us Struggling In Our New Walk! Sometimes The Healing Touch Of Jesus is our only hope and faith seems to dwindle, for which we need to rely on! My new book is dedicated to my niece, Lanelle, whom I love so much, and the whole world needing His Healing Touch! Lanelle, Melinda, Chip, Marvin and all who visit, as you battle cancer and your critical diseases, know Jesus is constantly filling you with His healing touch! He will be there to hold you in surgery and pain, battling your diseases and your depression always! May This poetical journey with Jesus sooth you with His precious words to you all! God Bless Ya All! I love ya all! Remember Jesus is the greatest warrior and Physician, Parent, Friend in your journey! Walk with Him always! You never need to be alone! Reach out to Him always! 
This gift from Jesus is dedicated to Lanelle, my niece, and her family, whom I love very much.
Lanelle has just took her final journey to heaven! Her family will miss her very much. She left behind five children and her husband, Kyle! We are so saddened by the loss of my niece, Lanelle. I know she fought hard and now she has touched Jesus Face for her eternal rest! She will never be able to see this special book, Jesus wanted for her and all critically sick with diseases and chronic disabling illnesses! Lanelle, You Will Be Missed By Us All! She Touched Jesus’ Face Today Her feeble body lost her desperate fight to cancer today, Leaving behind her grieving family, She began her final descent to meet her Savior, Facing her final judgment for her past life. Hesitantly she walked up His star-filled stairway, Weeping bittersweet tears on her spiritual walk, Thinking fondly about her children and her husband, She was ready to accept her new beginning in Heaven! Walking up to Heaven’s majestic pearled gates, She was escorted to her final destination, No longer would she endure the suffering in her physical structure, She had been released from her human body! The cleansing blood of Jesus, Her Savior, rushed through her spiritual soul. No longer would she carry humanity’s brittle tissue, Or bear the torturous whiplash of perilous disease. She had been released from her physical restraints. She Touched Jesus’ Face Today! Her forever eternal home would forever protect her, Knowing that someday she would hold her family again, She watched them from the bowers of her new heavenly home. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2017 Healing Touch Of Jesus Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2017 Healing Touch Of Jesus I dedicate this book to “My Loving Savior, My Partner, In All I Write. Thank You Father for Your Blessed Gift!” You Taught Me Always, “A Loving Heart Wins Every Battle!” This book is also dedicated to so many special people in my life eternally, and also my forever families. It is dedicated to all of the world, needing hope and faith, all those needing His special healing touch! Remember every moment we live not alone! We face unseen dangers but Jesus never forgets us! Recently I had to face I was poisoned by Fort McClellan, I was they had tested many radioactive chemicals even agent orange and so many chemicals like plutonium and depleted uranium poisoning. I am writing a book to find my lost comrades. I need Jesus will continually give me His healing touch for my destiny His destiny, meant to be! I will continue to fight with His loving arms, holding me. I can only rely on His Strength and His Justice to bring complete healing!
Some of my female wounded warrior patients come back without arms, legs and eyes, one has one arm left but still they fight with Jesus and to regain their life. We never need to fight alone and every battle is fought with the Healing Touch Of Jesus! He loves us and cares for us! He feels our tears, sorrows, and pain we experience. Don't travel any journey alone! Take His Healing Hand! God Bless Ya All Praying For All Poet Dorothy E. Scott, Poet For The Lord, (Sis, Mom, Grandma, And Aunt!) Healing Touch Of Jesus Fate has cast it deadly dice throw, Leaving us sinking in the quicksand bed of sickness, Leaving us bleeding from thorns inflicted, Burrowing painful barbs in our fragile tissue. We become so lost in the tidal waves of helplessness, Leaving us struggling in the perilous waters, Where ravenous predators feast upon our tender body, Inflicting devastating pain and dismay in our heart. We reach out for answers from the corridors, Seeming to hide any healing manifesting, Letting the bittersweet thoughts harm, Not letting the “Healing Touch Of Jesus,” in! His spiritual love can create miracles! When the most difficult pathways are left to travel, You will never be left alone to struggle in your life. He will carry you over any flaming abyss. Reaching out with His healing hand, He will guide you through the most deadly roads, Becoming your Great Physician and your Loving Parent, Waiting for your call in your devastation and sorrow. When we become so lost in the tidal waves of helplessness, Leaving us struggling in the perilous waters, Where ravenous predators feast upon our tender body, Inflicting devastating pain and dismay in our heart. Reach out for the “Healing Touch Of Jesus!’ Always He waits to stop the penetrating thorns, Leaving you writhing in agony and hurt, His sacred love can halt any enemy approaching! When we become so lost in the tidal waves of helplessness, Leaving us struggling in the perilous waters, Where ravenous predators feast upon our tender body, Inflicting devastating pain and dismay in our heart. Reach out for the “Healing Touch Of Jesus!’ Always He waits to stop the penetrating thorns, Leaving you writhing in agony and hurt, His sacred love can halt any enemy, encroaching! He denies no children, His healing grace! Hear His beckoning love calling! He is just a healing touch away, Waiting for your helpless plea eternally! Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2017 This gift from Jesus is dedicated to two special ladies, both needing your prayers for cancer! Lanelle, the niece, I love so much, has just been diagnosed with it and a special sister, Melinda, who has given me much hope and inspiration to write this book for her despite her deadly battles. My brothers, Chip and Marvin, I love ya all and all the people struggling with fatal illnesses including me! We must all cling to the “Healing Touch Of Jesus,” making our every walk with Him! 
Let Jesus In
Sometimes we reach out for a deeper understanding, When our bodies are bearing the lash of sickness, Seeding the fields of healing with fear, Leaving us quaking in the corners of doubt. Our mortal body has been penetrated and torn. Leaving our tender tissue in distress, We question the future events to come, Not looking with total faith needed. Sometimes we forget to look ahead to new beginnings, Preferring to hide in the masking shadows. We let fear become our guiding force, Covering us with its dismal web. Precious Jesus will watch out for us along the way. He can guide over the flaming beds, Threatening to sear us with its malicious tongue, Burying us with its torturous coals. Let Jesus in with His healing balm, Covering our anger and doubt with His pious love. His healing hands will cover the lashes of time, Giving us strength to conquer every sickness! Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2017 This gift from Jesus is dedicated to two special ladies, both needing your prayers for cancer! Lanelle, my niece, I love so much, has just been diagnosed with it and a special sister, Melinda, who has given me much hope and inspiration to write this book for her despite her deadly battles. My brothers, Chip and Marvin and my Bro. Paul, my fishing buddy, I love ya all and all the people struggling with illnesses including me! We must all cling to the “Healing Touch Of Jesus,” making our every walk with Him! 
Sometimes we get so lost in our sickness, just needing His comforting hand!
He always waits with His loving arms to enclose you in His loving healing! Just believe! Oh Lord, I Need Only You
Oh Lord, I Need Only You! I awake each morning to another day of agony, Questioning if I can bear another day of this sickness. My emaciated body wears the whiplashes of my disease, Manifested by the trials I must fight through. Oh Lord, I Have Become Lost! Every new challenge must be overcome, Leaving me struggling in the ravenous rivers, Where perilous leeches sap my energy, Weakening me with every new battle. Oh Lord, Give Me Hope My body has become seared by the lesions, Devastating my tender tissue with its malicious hunger. I have been shackled by the yokes of helpless, Leaving me floundering in the ebbs of my dismay. Oh Lord, Give Me The Strength To Overcome All! Sometimes I feel so confused by the emotions felt, Letting my mind become disabled by fear, I become so lost in my sickness. Oh Lord, I Need Only You! When my illness seems to destroy all my hope, Hold me close in your loving arms, Whispering Your caring words to my listening ear, Giving me the will to fight every new affliction, eternally In Our Lord’s Name, Jesus, I Pray! Amen Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2017 This gift from Jesus is dedicated to two special ladies, both needing your prayers for cancer! Lanelle, my niece, I love so much, has just been diagnosed with it and a special sister, Melinda, who I love and has given me much hope and inspiration to write this book for her despite her deadly battles. My brothers, Chip and Marvin and my Bro. Paul, my fishing buddy, I love ya all and all the people struggling with illnesses including me! We must all cling to the “Healing Touch Of Jesus,” making our every walk with Him! 
My Father Jesus I Give You My Heart, Soul And Your Poetry To You Forever!
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When President Reagan had been diagnosed with colon cancer and I had the same time. I wrote him a very special poem and he wrote me back this letter, I keep dear to my heart. You are still loved by us all, President Reagan! I honor you both always! President Reagan was the most caring president we had and his wife Nancy also. This nation needs someone like him again. A true president! I met President Reagan and Nancy His Wife; When They Were Visiting WRAMC In WASH. D.C. On The Day Of My Double Ear Surgery. I was a soldier in 1981 and they visited me! I Will Always Love Ya Both! The picture of him at hospital was given me by a congresswoman, I dearly love many years ago.
They were great friends of her. May You Both Rest In Jesus' Loving Arms Eternally! 
Luv Ya All Thanks For Your Precious Gifts Of Freedom! To All Warriors, I Continually Pray That The Lord Keeps You Safe And Brings You Home! To All The Families I Pray The Same And Console with Your Loss Too! Jesus Weeps Too! This book from Jesus and I is finished. In entirety, it is now on my website! My gift honoring all women who served, Together we are making a better world for all angels and the world. My gift to all Angels With Battle Wings! God Bless Ya All. I am proud of all of you and so is Jesus! This Poet Will Always Pray For Her Warrior Comrades!
Note From The Author And Disabled Proud Veteran Poet Dorothy
I have walked a difficult journey in many battles, fighting many unseen enemy with my loving doctor and medicine, hope, and prayers. My body has weakened with the body, deteriorating even my heart. Without Jesus, My Father, who is always there when I falter and fall. He picks me up with caring arms, teaching me to survive through it all. I am never alone in my dismay. Many nights I spend, talking to my loving Father and we prepare many special poetry gifts for you all. This book will show you the lives and struggles of many female warriors and female veterans, book honoring all women who served in the Armed Forces. Many came to me via my website. Sadly this book includes some memorials and tributes to fallen female warriors written by request from their families for their warrior; even a whimsical look at military life and lack of freedom. Jesus hates to see His children, struggling in pain and dismay. His words to you all: like an eagle in flight, she must land sometimes, facing unseen dangers. She must have faith and be aware of all dangers, as she lands. She must depend on her instinct and senses always. Building her nest for her babies on tall crags and cliffs, protecting her children with much devotion, and nurturing them close to Heaven. Angels With Battle Wings, Live your life with His love, His complete faith, and His new beginnings always. Land on your feet safely with His spiritual guidance, leading you always! To All Our Female Warriors Past And Present My new poetry Angel With Battle Wings book and other books Jesus I have written to help you can be found on my website: My email is on a card there and under picture. Anyone is allowed to write and ask for help or poetry or a poem of love for their warrior do lots them too. It is my destiny and legacy to help others heal and look to His spiritual faith always. www.facebook.com/Luvyapoet Email: bythehandofgod@hotmail,com God Bless Ya All Thank You For Serving I Am Proud Of You All I salute you all! Love Ya Muahhhhhhh Poet Dorothy Poet for All Warriors And The Lord Always! 
A special dedication and thank you for all of the people I used in Jesus and my book for our Veterans and Female Warriors, past and present and their stories. I love each one of you and know I salute you all.
I have given all living angels with battle wings alias names, protecting their privacy, but all fallen warriors have their real names. Please pray for all warriors and their families. One prayer makes a difference thousands creates miracles. No names I used for angels is a real name for any person I wrote story for except the fallen warrior’s tributes. God Bless Ya Love Ya Muahhhh Poet Dorothy 
A Very Special Thanks For My T SICU Team. You were all awesome and helped this poet get back on her feet, though I have a long road to go and need many answers. You were always willing to help me. One special nurse stood out, a real clown, a veteran like me, Sherrina. I am dedicating Angels With Battle Wings to her too and wait till she reads her special poem just for Sherrina, the nurse I truly love. The night I was brought in bad heart and starvation, dehydration too. She was my overnight nurse. I really thought she was hilarious, making me feel better, and brought illumination to ICU; while taking care of this very sick poet. A true class clown is needed when those needles come lol. It helps the pain and sickness lol. Thank you all for helping all veterans and warriors. You are so valuable to us and to the doctors, who leave their patients in your compassionate care. You are Jesus Angels With Battle Wings Of Healing! I salute you all. Jesus does too!
God Bless Ya All Thank You For Serving Veterans And Warriors! This Poet Is Proud Of You All! The World Is Proud Of You All! I Salute You All! Love Ya Muahhhh Poet Dorothy Poet For The Warriors And The Lord Always! 
My Own Special Thanks Sherrina
September 27, 2016, I was admitted in a special room in T S.I.C.U.; where I met many wonderful caring personnel, but one caring comical nurse stood out to me. Sherrina, my compassionate nurse. She was a very special angel with battle wings, someone, Jesus sent to this hurting poet, bringing her laughter and devotion, truly Jesus’ angel. She gave this poet faith, hope, and entertainment. I can see why she is tired in the morning, lol. She took the greatest care of me and she is a veteran too. She was very dedicated and believe me with a lot of patience. My life was saved by this dedicated nurse and all the team on this floor was the greatest and most compassionate and caring. Thank You All God Bless Ya All! I truly owe my life to their dedicated care and my doctor team who brought me back. I have dedicated my life to saving others in many ways with Jesus as my partner, meeting many famous people along my life journey. I am proud to say Sherrina is definitely someone I am proud to call an angel and my sister always. She deserves my poetical medal of being Jesus’ angel and also I give her the scepter of healing, only few I see deserves it but this book is about veterans and female warriors past and present. I have won many titles and awards, but the greatest gift in poetry I ever received was My Father standing by me as my Partner in all I write. Sherrina, Our Dedicated Warrior Our Dedicated Nurse, We will always need and honor you! Take care of all angels past and present, whether male or female. Jesus' Chosen Nurse! Always bring hope and laughter to all of your patients, bringing His spiritual healing in so many ways. Thank You So Much Sister! I Owe You My Life! Remember to pray for all angels and their families. Many warriors are fighting for freedom’s call. Remember all them and the veterans too! Love Ya Muahhhhhhh God Bless Ya Poet Dorothy Sis Sherrina Our Warrior! Our Dedicated Nurse! Sherrina, our warrior, our dedicated nurse, Carrying the scepter of healing, Dedicating your spiritual uplift to bring faith to all, Guiding the struggling patient with all your tender care. Battling many boot camp blisters and tiredness, Sherrina, You have served every cause with such dedication, Bringing spiritual hope to many of our warriors, Struggling in the world of freedom against tyranny. Still serving the veterans with the same determination, Your laughter is seeded with His inspiration. You tread the long halls with your smile and healing, Presenting your very sick patients the most precious gift. You have the most compassionate heart, Illuminating all with His spiritual smile and belief. Carrying only the sacred scepter of healing, Deserving the honorable title of Jesus’ angel! Your patients will always remember our special angel, Brandishing the celestial sword of heaven, Rejuvenating our torn body and spirit, With your comforting smile and devoted care. Your hallowed wings will always bear witness, To our heroic I.C.U. nurse willing to heal all, A compassionate nurse, we will always remember in our lives, Sherrina Our Warrior! Our Dedicated Nurse! Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
To All My Angels With Battle Wings!
Through the ages, women have dedicated their lives in pursuit of freedom and saving others. They have not been recognized for their brave deeds, serving in the armed forces. They gave their lives, health, and dedication in the battle for freedom. They have never been recognized like Jesus wanted them to be. We built this book in honor of these women warriors. Angels With Battle Wings was a name as a love for you all! Jesus knows many women are hurting and lost. He wants you to know, He is there always. His freedom is forever and offered to all. I can tell you without Him, I would be so lost. He has guided me over the roughest footsteps and carried me over the most flaming beds, more trouble then any other female could ever find. Writing this poetry book, We would like to honor all Female Warriors And Female Veterans! I would like to offer my services as poet to any families, warriors, and veterans to tell your story. There will definitely be another Angel With Battle Wings edition two but for now I must battle a worse enemy, a staphlococcus bacteria, making me so very sick. Thank you for many ages for protecting, healing, and giving your dedication, lives, and limbs, So that the world could be free! God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahhhhhhhh Poet Dorothy E. Scott (Fellow Disabled Veteran) 
On Freedom’s Road
Come fly with me over the war torn land, Warrior and veteran holding out their hand. Reach out and grasp the true reality, Where man and freedom became our destiny. Take a walk along freedom's road, Where many warriors have left their tragic load. Blood-soaked earth can never change, Where many died on the perilous range. Let us journey on the now trodden pathway, Where our armed forces are fighting today. Treading the same footsteps as before, On freedom’s road they leave another tragic score. Reach out your hearts in prayer, Showing our warriors we still care, As we travel along freedom's road again, Watching more battles needed to win. Come travel on freedom's road with me, As we gaze upon future history, Where warrior and veteran will always together stand, Fighting across liberty’s land. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2007 Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
Angels With Battle Wings
Through the ages, women have carried the American flag, some nursing warriors back to health. Many lost their lives in the pursuit of our freedom, we hold so dear. They carried the rifle of humanity, angels wearing their battle wings so proudly. They dedicated their lives to securing the freedom and comfort of others. Courage was implanted in their hearts, despite the perils they would face. Today our female warriors still bear the courage and have joined the battles, fought for freedom. Many fight on the front line, preferring to risk their life in freedom’s battle. They are enduring rigorous training not for recognition but for freedom. Serving their country, they have rebirthed the role of a female in the armed services. Through the years many young women graduate and go straight into the armed forces. They dedicate their life to bring a better change around the world. These angels with battle wings might be in peacetime or wartime now. Years ago the journey of the female warrior had be earned. They endured ridicule and harassment when choosing a different career then nursing. All deserve to wear the battle wings of Jesus, angels bearing the sword of peace and humanity. He watches over all of His female warriors, giving them the recognition and courage to face tyranny and win. To All Our Female Warriors, Past And Present God Bless Ya All Thank You For Serving I Am Proud Of You All I Salute You All! 
A Special Dedication To Our Female Veteran Doctor, Dr. Muk, She is a veteran too and keeps this poet alive, giving me the strength to write another book. God gave us the greatest gift, Our Women Doctor, Dr. Muk. Temple Texas V.A.M.C.
Angels With Battle Wings
Marching through the pages of history, Mighty female warriors brandished the swords of mercy and humanity. Not afraid to brave the bloody trails of peril and war, They still bravely fight any obstacle, besetting freedom. Angels with battle wings crested on their heart, Carrying the healing weapons of The Lord. Compassion, Serenity, Hope, and Faith are always endowed, Bringing peace to the innocent, wounded, fearful, and grieving. Angels with battle wings are always watching, Alert to the rapidly changing world, Lending their healing hand in it all. Dedicated warriors eternally carrying the weapons of humanity. Bravely many women warriors still fight for others. Doctors, nurses,Chaplains, volunteers, and many dedicated jobs, Never give up their pursuit of another warrior’s well-being, Healing them with physical and spiritual love. Angels with battle wings are always waiting, Readying for another spiritual flight with the needy, Bringing them faith, compassion, and hope along every pathway, Protecting them with their sword of humanity, Giving the ultimate gift of freedom to the disabled world, Angels with battle wings are ready to answer any hopeless call. There will not be any wounded left behind, Protecting the innocent from the paralyzing grip of tyranny! Marching through the pages of history, Mighty female warriors brandished the swords of mercy and humanity. Not afraid to brave the bloody trails of peril and war, They still bravely fight any obstacle, besetting freedom. Angels with battle wings crested on their heart, Carrying the healing weapons of The Lord. Compassion, Serenity, Hope, and Faith are always endowed, Bringing peace to the innocent, wounded, fearful, and grieving. Angels with battle wings are always watching, Alert to the rapidly changing world, Lending their healing hand in it all. Dedicated warriors eternally carrying the weapons of humanity. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
My Dr. Muk. has left me for awhile and maybe forever. My heart is broken and I am so devastated! I will always ache for my Dr. Muk. Right now I have no doctor but specialists! She taught me so much about faith and living despite I am critically ill.
Thank You Jesus for my Dr. Muk. My beloved Dr. Muk. who I dearly love Thanks Dr. Muk. for giving this poet faith and hope and a new lease on life always. I dedicate all my poetry books to you and to Jesus, and the warriors! To you for being the most caring and greatest doctor. Jesus gave me the best! Muahhhhhhhhhhhh! Because of you I can still write though slower! Thank You! I know that you became sick as I am and needed to rest! 
Doctor For the Lord
Another day on the battlefield of medicine, She dons her distinguished white coat, Symbol of her prestigious profession. Whether a deteriorating body or broken heart, She has the greatest advisor in heaven. She is the “Doctor For The Lord.” Teaching faith to her many women patients, Guiding them over the roughest roads endured, She teaches them to make their journey very slow. She leads her patients to find more then her healing of their mind. Believing the greatest Physician is The Lord, She leads her patients to keep the faith. Her heart carries a special love for her patients, Women struggling to find a cure, Her loving heart is the greatest healing of all. Spiritually she prepares her veterans for life battles. She teaches her patients to survive the roughest trials, By leaning on The Lord always! Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Watching Over Freedom
As I gaze upon the distant horizon, A wind whispers of the battles of many wars. I hear the many cries of the wounded and dying warriors, Watching over freedom’s domain still. I see the warriors still serving in active duty, Brandishing their weapons in freedom’s fight. Praying they will return home safely, Willing to give it all for their country. Releasing a shackled country from the evil domination, They will fight for the right of all to be free, Guarding their towns and villages with their soldierly might, Giving profound knowledge to rule their own country. As I gaze upon the many flag covered graves, Portraying the real sacrifice of freedom. I hear the many faint boot steps, Watching over freedom from Heaven. Men and Women will continually leave their boot steps. Emblazoning trails show their blood, sweat, and tears. They have dedicated their lives to bring hope, Releasing the bondage of slaves of oppression. As I gaze upon the distant horizon, A wind whispers of the battles of many wars. I hear the many cries of the wounded and dying warriors, Watching over freedom’s domain still. Men and Women will continually leave their boot steps. Emblazoning trails show their blood, sweat, and tears. They have dedicated their lives to bring hope, Releasing the bondage of slaves of oppression. As I gaze upon the distant horizon, A wind whispers of the battles of many wars. I hear the many cries of the wounded and dying warriors, Watching over freedom’s domain still. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Broken Battle Wings
Isolated in fear a female warrior still gazes upon the bloody battle, Reliving each torturous scene in her troubled mind. She has become entrapped in the spidery webs of dismay, Becoming an angel with broken battle wings. Becoming lost in the quicksand pit of hurt, She has turned to alcohol and drugs to appease her nightmares. She can live in the euphoric desire free from pain, But tomorrow she will again become more lost in her life. The terrible memories have built a fortress of guilt, Creating the apprehensive barriers, Penetrated only by the hurt she feels inside, Causing her to seek solace in her habitual world. Broken battle wings she must find the will to fly again, Beyond the torturous seas of iniquities and fear, Seeking the spiritual light of The Lord, Bringing His healing to her tortured spirit. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Though The Tears Still Fall
Though the tears still fall, Plaguing your joyous day, Leaving you quaking in internal sadness. There is hope for every new tomorrow. You need not remain isolated in your life, Masking the happy spirit with forlorn. Where there is faith in your heart, There is His spiritual blossom birthing, Waiting for the right nutrients to bud. He listens for your helpless call, Waiting to heal your depression, Knowing that the battle harmed you. Though the tears still fall, Saturating your shirt with its salty water, His hands will always hold you with His comfort. He will never leave you alone to ponder. Look to Him for your healing, Know He will never leave you alone. When depression riddles your helpless mind, Reach with out your aching heart, Receiving His ultimate consolation and cure. Though the tears may fall, His love will be your healing tissue, Lean on Him on every footstep you take. He will never let you falter or fall, Keeping you safe in His caring arms. Eternally you will find rest. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
This is the story of a special lady warrior, an angel with battle wings eternally, Jesus gave me for Cecilia Constead, who perished in this battle. She saved two comrades before perishing from twenty gunshots in her body, a true hero in the battle against tyranny.
I got some of the story from the two she saved. For her family, I have dedicated this poem too! So many warriors need your prayers, The screaming of the wounded and dying will always penetrate my heart and my poetry. I will always be on the front line in prayer and poetry for my warrior angels with battle wings. Take a minute to say a prayer please! Bring our angel warriors home safely! God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahhhhhh Poet Dorothy E. Scott My Last Day On Earth These old army boots have traveled many a mile. Many times they left blisters on my sore heels and feet. Listening to the sergeant brag about his courageous feats, We recline lazily on these hard sand bags, Watching over the terrain for enemy approaching, I write a letter home to my family. Wondering if this will be my last day on earth, My sorrowful tears saturate the crumpled tablet. I fill the paper with all my loving words, Giving them hope and faith from my heart. Sweat rims saturated my paper from the anxiety I felt, I always carried it with my precious bible in my war combat coat. I knew I had so much to say to my family with such little time. I could hear the shout of the colonel, The persistent enemy had broken through our artillery defenses. I carefully put away my bible and notepad for the last time. Not knowing if this would be my last day on earth, Wanting my family to always know, “My love is forever and eternal.” Not to forget to pray for all of the angel warriors everywhere! Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
When Dr. Ohara came to me, she was suicidal and so lost since then she is helping other women veterans heal and accept. She is a head heart doctor too. Jesus chose all warriors for this book. They all are known or told to me. Dr. Ohara helped me with thoughts and wishes of serenity and hope for all angels with battle wings.
God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahhhh Poet Dorothy E. Scott Poet For All Warriors Many More Miles Many more miles I tread every night, Reliving the memories of a tragic war. I hear the screaming of the mortars, As they destroy another American target, Bringing the anguished cry of the wounded and dying. I can’t stop the blood from seeping on the ground, As another wounded warrior is taken away. I see my comrades lying in their concealed foxholes, Knowing many soldiers would die that night, Hearing the helicopter blades in the distance. I carry a first aid bag to aid the wounded, Braving the perils of the enemy, We race under gunfire to provide help to the fallen warriors. A medic and surgical doctor I was in Iraq, Till a bullet in my heart sent me home. There is hope out there for the struggling. Lean not on the bad memories to survive. Let not the suicidal thoughts plague you. You are a survivor and a veteran, Coping in a brutal reality of war continually. I relive each tragic event in my memories, Saying a prayer for all warriors, Suffering from depression and P.S.T.D. I look to Jesus for my consolation and hope, As my Christian counselor and Chaplain taught me. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Our Women Warriors through the years stood tall and courageous for the fight of freedom!
I Need No Medal Of Honor
Angels with battle wings have answered the helpless call of freedom. Many lands have been destroyed by tyranny. As they heard the innocent screams of pain and death, They wept sorrowful tears at every tragedy. Past and present they marched to save others, Enduring the same fate in some cases, As the people they promised to protect, All in the precious battles of freedom. Following the code of the patriotic fighter, Established by the first voting women in the past. “I need no medal to honor.” “I am only doing my chosen duty.” They have tread many miles to establish, Freedom for the afflicted, Healing for the broken and wounded warriors, Whether it was physical or spiritual balms. So many occupations females have chosen. Many careers to all honor the pledge of freedom in many ways. They will continue to serve The Lord and the innocent, Needing no award but the gift of another’s freedom. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Freedom’s Sacred Promise
Freedom was built with honor and merit. Many warriors male and female fought for it. Together they strived for a safer world for all. Today many warriors still battle conflicts in many ways. Veterans and women warriors are still struggling to be free. In wars with tyranny and disabling illness, All still honor freedom’s sacred promise, Reliving every tragedy and every victory. Healing the sick and wounded since olden years. Through the civil war, world wars, and the present. Many angels with battle wings nursed soldiers, cleaned and cooked. Now they carry a larger torch for the world’s freedom. Every journey left blood and death in its wake. The angels with battle wings will fight with determination, Whether past or present, There is always a greater battle to win. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Mandie aged another year the other day. She is now eighty four years young. She can outrun me though a snail could me lately. She blesses many nursing homes and hospitals with her caring attitude and smile.
Though her body has put her in a wheelchair, she continues her battle for freedom, Helping others to cope and to heal. I met Mandie when I was in Temple VAMC and a patient myself. She told me her story from many years ago. Jesus and I built her life story as a birthday present for her. Happy Blessed 84th birthday my adopted mom. I wish ya many more blessed years. When she suffers from PTSD, she just goes to visit another veteran. Her electric wheelchair is always her chariot on her many miles. Love Ya Muahhhhhh God Bless Ya Poet Dorothy E. Scott Remember all of our angels with battle wings, our warriors and out veterans past and present in prayer. Remember praying for others can create miracles. Till I Receive His Eternal Call The battle keeps discharging in my mind. I can’t function in this state at times. Long ago I walked the battlefield in Army black boots, Carrying my duffle bag on my shoulder. My heavy steel pot has given me a neck ache, Making my head throb on this sun searing march. We are treading to rescue another downed pilot, Lost in a jungle of enemy waiting to attack. I was an Army W. A. C. in the World War II and The Vietnam War, Carrying my medical staff to protect and honor. I never heard the grenade launcher sound. My mind was deep in thought in another place. I was a career soldier battling in North Vietnam that day. When I awoke there was medics around me, Telling me I was going to be alright, But my left arm and my right leg was missing below the knee. They boarded me, on a hospital copter to a trauma center faraway. I remember watching the missile flares, seeking in the air, Knowing my last battle was o’er, I would still fight for freedom in other ways. I became a veteran volunteer, Wearing new prosthetics to use in my new career. I am a counselor still coping with my battle dreams, Helping other veteran women cope in their dismay. Till I Receive His Eternal call, I will honor our America, Cherishing and protecting still its freedom. I will always be an angel with battle wings. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
No Letter Again
Sitting in this foxhole I sit writing a story, watched over by my comrade in arms. She watches over the domain for the enemy, While I write another letter home. No letter again in this violent war! Freedom’s fight against tyranny, Leaves us guarding a very sacred place, Eating bags of rations and no bathroom available. I can hear my family laughter, When I sit down and write. Masking the war explosions far in the distance, Feeling my family love for just a moment of peace. No mail will be delivered in this secret place, Where snakes curl up in our foxholes, Getting out of the hot sun. We call them our comrades in arms. No letter again in this violent war! Freedom’s fight against tyranny, We are far from the old world, Always facing the terrorism of the Taliban. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
I have a new patient Dayna, who I am guiding slowly to The Lord but I asked her permission to put her in my new book so it would help other warriors suffering from depression caused by their tours in the war.
They see such death, travesty, and destruction. It becomes their leading thoughts, embedded in their mind. Dayna was shot and was helicoptered hours later. She was shot in her heart and head. It took four hours get her help, leaving her partially paralyzed in left side, but I am proud of her therapy is making her have full use of all now. She is a nurse in Temple V.A. and she was a medic in the war. She carried a man a mile before was shot, rescuing him. Jesus gave me the gift of reliving anyone’s tragedy or thoughts by becoming them after I am told story. I feel so sad for all the women warriors coming back from war. Remember all of our Angels With Battle Wings past and present with prayer always! God Bless Ya All Luv Ya Muahhhhhhhhhh Poet Dorothy Another Day On The Battlefield of Life Perspiration pours down my sweaty forehead. Sleeplessness has caused large bags under my eyes. No makeup can cover my weary face, Readying for another work day at the veteran’s hospital. My Christian counselor tells me to lean on The Lord, He will bring me healing of mind, body, and soul. I know I need to reach out for Him, Leaving my guilt and heartache behind. Another day on the battlefield of the lost, I nurse my patients with a forced smile. In my heart depression is setting in. My thoughts remain unsettled in my head. The firing of the armory keeps discharging in my brain. I reach out to grasp my weapon to protect, But I find only my crumpled pillow. I feel so alone in the silence of the night. Salty tears stream down my face. Bittersweet memories leave me helplessly intertwined. Fighting another day on the battlefield of life, Existing in a storm created by my depression. Reliving the tragedies of the war each night. The weapons keep discharging in my mind, Leaving me feel isolated and so lost. I am still fighting the battle in Afghanistan. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Breaking Away From The Depression
I became so lost without hope, Till I reached out in desperation, Asking The Lord for a reprieve, From the thoughts of suicide. Every new battle became easier, When I accepted His loving help. I might still be traveling the roads, Bearing my mental and physical weight. The world may be still harder to bear, But with my newfound faith, I can bear all obstacles with His guidance, No longer fighting an unseen war in my searching mind. He gives me the courage to change. Releasing my fears the battle has bred, I just had to open my arms in acceptance. Now I walk my new life with His confidence. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
It Takes A Spiritual Prayer
Are you frustrated at your life now? Every waking minute brings you feelings of bittersweet? Painful memories plague your every moment? Hurting too deep inside to touch reality? Holding your weapon of protection in your head You wake up to a empty hand only, Clenched in the desperation felt. Your spirit and mind are in a constant battle. If you are weary of this struggle, Wounding your sorrowful spirit, Leaving you helplessly entrapped in fate’s web, Where you will be devoured by the perilous predator. It takes a spiritual prayer, Needed to bring the healing of the mind, soul, and body. You need not be alone in your dismay. He sees and hears all you endure! Your seeking arms can find His healing. You need not be alone to face the nightmares, plaguing. Every angel with battle wings has a place in his kingdom, Far from the endless dreams caused by the war. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Win Every Battle With Your Heart
You carry deep courage in your mind, Withstanding any torturous darts, Thrusting in your tender tissue, Wounding you with its penetrating thorns. You can overcome all the afflictions in life, Achieving any goals set in your future. Even though it might be a hard journey to travel, It can happen with His right guidance. Win every battle with your heart. Let the love continually rebirth within, Bring your illumination to others, Turning away every frown. Makeup will not cover the pain inside, Nor will the television shows you watch. Only His spiritual healing can restore all, Bring your distressed mind serenity. You will no longer be crying in the darkness. Your laughter will restore your balance in life, Curing your wounded spirit of forlorn. Breaking away from the malaise entrapping your mind. Win every battle with your heart. Let the love continually rebirth within, Accept His healing always, Setting your despondent spirit free. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
I work with many children and many females now. A lot are the family of the warriors, fighting in the war.
Six year old Daniel came to me and we prayed together. He has only his mother, Janie. She is serving in Iraq under my adopted son, General Scott. He introduced me to her and her son, Daniel. Her grandmother is raising her son till she comes home soon. I asked him, What words would you like to ask mommy and if ya said anything to Jesus. What do you pray so here is the words of my comrade in poetry and the battle, Daniel. God Bless Ya All Please pray For All Warriors And Their Families Everyday! Love Ya Muahhhhh Poet Dorothy A Child’s Prayer For His Warrior Mother Jesus, I am on my knees praying for my mommy in the war. Every day you hear of another soldier, Dying in this freedom’s war. I am so afraid you will take my mommy. I pray you make her aim straight, Protecting her from all of the enemy. Place your protection shield about her. Let no bullets penetrate her body. Brandish your spiritual sword in defense, Keeping my Mommy safe through every battle. Smite the battle with your mighty wrath, Send the enemy running away. I so miss my mommy’s loving hug every night. Her sunshine smile no longer lights up my day. Jesus, You loved Your mommy so very much. She sacrificed all for You and God. Please keep my mommy safe! Let no child cry tonight of sadness, Lord! When their mommy or daddy don’t come home, Wrap your caring arms about them. I ask you, Jesus, watch over all warrior mommies and daddies tonight. When they cry of loneliness, and pain. Illuminate them with their child’s laughter and smile. Tell them it’s all going to be alright. Jesus, I am on my knees praying for my mommy in the war. Every day you hear of another soldier, Dying in this freedom’s war. I am so afraid you will take my mommy. Brandish your spiritual sword in defense, Keeping my Mommy safe through every battle. Jesus, I love you so much and thank you! For bringing my mommy safe home to me! May Your Will Always Be Done! In Your hallowed name I always pray! Amen! Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
The Angels With Battle Wings’ Prayer
My Lord Jesus, I come to your holy altar, With my humble heart offering this prayer. I ask you to watch over all angels with battle wings, Providing their every necessary need and guidance. Give them confidence in their daily footsteps, Carry them over the flaming beds of apprehension, Letting not darts of dismay riddle their mind with doubt, Giving them complete healing of their mind, body, soul, and spirit. Illuminate their lives with spiritual hope, Strengthening their worn, sick, and weary bodies. Hold them in your hallowed arms Shielding them from the enemy always. My Lord Jesus, I come to your holy altar, With my humble heart offering this prayer. I ask you to watch over all angels with battle wings, Providing their every necessary need and guidance. Breath into their torn spirit Giving them Your healing breath of refresh, Rejuvenating their tired bodies with your enlightenment, Bathing them in your spirituals waters. Guide them over the burning bridges of life, Giving them courage to withstand the penetrating arrows. Release the shackles holding them to the torturous war, Harming their mind with malicious intent. Give them comfort when the nights are so cold, Bringing scary nightmares and emotional pain. Give their mind healing from depression, Lurking in the shadows of the past. My Lord Jesus, I come to your holy altar, With my humble heart offering this prayer. I ask you to watch over all angels with battle wings, Providing their every necessary need and guidance. May Your Will Always Be Done! In The Lord’s Name I Will Always Pray! Amen! Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
My patient, Lynda, was walking when a hidden enemy child, threw a pipe bomb made of bacteria and bones of deceased. She was fighting a raging gangrene infection.
Her legs was so mutilated they had to amputate to her thigh. She was required to wear the head scarf and her brain was injured too but she is leaning on The Lord to help through. She wanted me to tell her story and since the story she has new prosthetics and can run again when she masters. She asked me to tell you all of her plight and many more warriors are in danger from the war of freedom! She also wants to tell them Lean On Jesus and keep the faith. He will lead them through. Needing your prayers! Technology has raised the death rate to thousands. Please Pray For All Our Warriors And Their Families! God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahhhhh Poet Dorothy Sis Just Your Breath Of Fresh Air Lord Sitting in this caged foxhole captured, I am caged in a destructive place, No more battle call for this wounded warrior, Finding my safe place in civilian life again. I need just Your breath of fresh air, Lord. Give me the strength to rise above the pain and dismay. Lying in this sterile hospital bed with many iv’s dripping, Needing your healing comfort in my plight. Lying in this hospital bed feeling so helpless, My legs have been amputated to my thighs. I need Your miracles in my new existence, Wiping away the fear imbedded in my heart. Alone I can’t cope with my new life, Feeling so lost in this new battle, I need Your courage to guide me through! My life has changed drastically with this injury. No more glory days of sports! I won many trophies in track and basketball. In college I played softball too, Answering freedom’s call age twenty-three. Tears fall on my pink hospital pajamas. Gazing upon my gauze-wrapped bandaged legs. I question You, “Where does this leave me now? Lord! Give me the consolation of my mind, body, and spirit. Whether my destiny becomes a wheelchair or prosthetics; Help me through ever new obstacle faced. Make me stronger with faith and Your pious love. Walk my each day only with You holding me close. Just Your breath of fresh air, Lord, A spiritual reprieve from the emotional and physical hurting. Give me the courage to face my new life, Knowing together we are winning the battle. Make my every new journey of my new life, Believing in Your new beginnings always. Carrying me over the flaming beds when I doubt, Giving me serenity and hope for my new future. Amen! Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Joyce had a head injury from being beaten by Iraqi men and she suffers from disabling hygroma brain attacks, which cause her severe pain, to hallucinate, and see the battle also PTSD, although she is mostly blind. She was physically and emotionally abused while serving in the Army. Please pray for my newest patient. She needs our prayers. The Iraqi men would abuse the females physically where she was stationed, with words and sticks. They hated the female warriors, thinking them disrespecting not knowing their place. This is her story.
Please pray for her and all warrior women in the war, Angels With Battle Wings! Love Ya Muahhhhhhh God Bless Ya All Poet Dorothy I Still Hear The Battle Coming I still hear the battle coming, Waiting in the shadows to cause me harm. Fear riddles my searching mind, Leaving me no reprieve from the pain. Prescription drugs fail to release me from the mental fight, Leaving me clutching my pillow in desperation. My sight was taken by many civilian men, Where we protected people from tyranny. Wearing the head scarf for respect, I had no helmet to protect my head, Leaving me helpless in my beating, I had no protection from their wrath. I ask The Lord to protect all other women, From all terrorists out to harm. I heard my bones snapping from the brutality. They told me I disgraced them, being an independent woman. I will continue to fight for United States freedom, Not letting tyranny win. This angel with battle wings, Will fly again in my new life! Lean on The Lord always! He will guide you through the roughest terrain, Guiding all female angels over the perilous roads, Healing you with His love and spiritual light. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Lord I Am Taking Out Time To Pray
Lord, I am taking out time to pray. Hear my healing prayer for all Your angels with battle wings. Give them hope and faith in every moment. Keep them in Your hallowed robe in protection. Guide them with Your wisdom of the ages, Giving Your spiritual guidance to always follow. Lead with Your guiding light always, O’er the roughest pathways paved in dismay. When their days are feeling so bittersweet, Let Your pious illuminations radiate their spirit. No storm clouds can cause torrential rain, When Your blessed rainbow adorns the sky. Teach them to break away from any iniquities, Giving them Your direction of new beginnings. Be their Friend when they are lonely, Their Healer when they are fighting an illness. Watch over all of Your angels with battle wings, Surround them with fragrance of Your eternal roses, Always giving Your spiritual love, covering, Letting no doubt enter their desperate minds. Lord, I am taking out time to pray. Hear my healing prayer for all angels with battle wings. Give them hope and faith in every moment. Keep them in Your hallowed robe in protection. In Our Precious Lord’s Name I Pray! May He Always Watch Over All Of His Angels With Battle Wings! Whether A Veteran Or A Warrior: Give Them Faith And Hope Through Every Battle! Amen! Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Weeping For The Fallen Warrior
Many times she watched her colonel place flags on a fallen warrior. She can still see him weep a tear over all the bodies in her mind, Before the helicopter took them away. Standing at attention they all say a prayer for the fallen warriors, Praying for their sorrowful family too, Knowing they were heaven bound eternally. The saddest day in her life was day she said goodbye, Holding her best friend in her arms. She watched her innocent blood trickle away. She sadly took her last letter from home, From her soiled jacket pocket, With a picture of her family folded inside. She kept it close to her heart, Till she could hand deliver it to them. Knowing she will always weep for the fallen warrior. On her leave she took the letter and picture to her family, Weeping with her grieving kin, Telling them her last moments were courageous. She gave them a picture of her in battle garb, Telling them funny stories from the war, Together they healed with prayer for all fallen warriors. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Believe In Yourself
Conquer your fears inside with Jesus on board, Letting not dissension rule your battling mind, Reliving the horrors you have witnessed, Bearing great burdens enclosed in your heart. Believe in yourself, Knowing The Lord will keep you safe, When the torrential storms rage, Leaving behind the oppression of war. It is easy to get lost in the battle of new life, Nightmares become the ruling hand, They cause tumultuous earthquakes, Leaving you struggling in pits of depression. In the innocent mind rests many terrible scenes. Others can’t understand the events, you witnessed, Causing your body to tear inside, Leaving you helplessly lost in mind. Walk every walk with His love, Sheltering you from the storms of brutality. Let Him guide you over the roughest roads. No flaming coals can sear with His loving care. Believe in yourself, Knowing The Lord will keep you safe, When the torrential storms rage, Leaving behind the oppression of war. You will never be isolated in your journey, Leaning on His everlasting love, Guiding you over the flaming beds, Filled with past embers still scorching. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Lori is a special warrior, I counsel. She was a rodeo champion bronc rider before she lost her leg in war. I taught her to use His altar and place her prayers on it like I do. She has since began horseback riding, training again to ride in rodeos. She too helps other warriors lost in sickness and the war. I taught her to reach out for Jesus. With His grace and loving care, she heals from the many tragedies, plaguing her mind. Here is her special story. She prays every day to have a better future. I counsel many who come to me for hope and faith. She reached out to me from my website as any of you can do.
There is always hope for the future as long as you wear God’s spiritual armor and believe. Luv Ya All Muahhhhhhh God Bless Ya All Poet Dorothy Poet For the Angels With Battle Wings and The Lord! Living With A Daunting Past Jubilantly I raise my spiritual flaming sword each morning, Illuminating my life with His continual love, Slaying any perilous dragons of my mind, Waiting to pounce at my weakest moments. Placing many names on the altar, I can pray for all of our warriors and their families, Going through the same emotional battles, Caused by the horrors of tyranny. I reach out in joyous exhilaration, Feeling His illuminating light coursing through me, Feeling the power to pray and believe, Washing away all the horrible dreams, plaguing me. Living with the daunting past will no longer lead me. This female veteran has put on her cowboy boots, Willing to wrangle any cow or wild bronco, Reliving my new life always with Jesus only in control! Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
All Angels With Battle Wings, Jesus and I are so proud of all of you and have made this book as a guide and a guide to show you all. No matter if past or present warriors. There is always hope and faith beyond the storm. Though the tempest will still roll there is always the soothing Savior of hope waiting for you all.
Isolated in fear we never think to look for consolation beyond the raging hurricane of emotions, brewing. There is always some waiting to bring you back on the road to faith and spiritual rebirth. I know you are facing hardships in your life, sickness and dismay, letting fear rule your existence because I myself still do. The Lord always reminds that I am His and no suffering is ever alone. He’s my Rock to stand on, my Teacher, and my Warrior against all afflictions. He is my Shoulder when I feel like I am falling down. Receive Him with all thine heart, breathing in His healing breath, experiencing new growth, setting you eternally free! Love Ya Muahhhhhhhhh God Bless Ya All Angels Poet Dorothy Never Be Alone In Your Journey Never be alone in your journey, Struggling on blistery flaming beds, searing, Let His spiritual light shine through you, Wiping away any penetrating fear, imbedded. Reach out your wounded hands. Receive His promised grace to cleanse any soiled linen. He will shield you from the nightmares, Plaguing your innocent spirit. You have been forced to witness the horrors of war. Humanity can be very cruel to its own. Leaving you helpless caught in a dismal clinging web, Where a deadly spider waits to devour. His love will cover every new welt caused by life. Bringing to your wounded spirit, His vitality and healing is forever, No longer will you be isolated in your foundation. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
To Leslie’s family I offer my condolences. As many of you know for many years in all circumstances, I have done poetry for many events but the most heartwarming and saddest to me is a warrior's death tribute and a sick child’s graveside tribute. I feel every poem I write so when I face a death it breaks my heart but like a doctor, I was chosen to mend hearts spiritually and poetically despite the pain inside. I have written poetry for VFW and children parks built in soldiers’ honor. This poem will be placed on Leslie’s monument. I did not give last name to give the family privacy but will tell you Leslie’s father is famous billionaire. I do not accept money for Jesus’ work with me so he donated twenty thousand in his daughter’s to Cook’s Hospital and St. Jude. I insisted he honor her not me.
He is building a special park in her memory. Leslie wanted to serve the military but yet go to college. She joined the weekend reserves despite her father’s protests. When the war started she was in the group of first reserves called but she proudly went. Immaculate nails and all, she gave it all for a soldiers fatigues. She became secretary to a famous general but when He was called to Afghanistan she studied to be a computer operator, never realizing she would end up on the front-line barracks and be called to be something else. She became the colonel’s private driver. She attended all functions on his arm. She and two warriors were sent to a neighboring town to pick up supplies and deliver important message when the Humvee was blown up by hidden mines. No one survived. It was found out Taliban soldier were hiding in the town she was going too and set it there for her. They knew she made trip everyday and planned to capture her. Leslie wrote home to her father telling him, Father, Don’t worry it is not my time for The Lord’s chariot to bring me home and I am in a peaceful area safe. This is the poem her family and I decided for her memorial and as you read this, please pray for all warriors and their families. War can devastate lives and remember there is never a victor in war only victims. Jesus waits to heal. God Bless Ya All Angels With Battle Wings Love Ya Muahhhhh Poet Dorothy The Chariot Of The Lord The Chariot Of The Lord arrived to take another angel of battle wings home. White majestic winged horses pulled the golden chariot. She was lifted up in the silken cushioned seat, The driver called to the horse, “Heaven Bound!” She looked back at her sandy-haired colonel and some warriors, Weeping over her flag covered coffin. They had their camouflage in their hand Saying a prayer saluting the fallen hero. As a little girl, On her deathbed her grandmother had told her, “Leslie, In Heaven there are only perfect roses. Someday you will join me on the same ascension; But now I have to go this eternal journey alone.” Four year old Leslie ran to her room, crying in her pillow, Vowing someday she would find her grandmother again. She told Jesus, “Take care of my grandmother in Heaven,! Tell her everyday I love and miss her!” The golden Chariot Of The Lord arose up the star-filled bridge, The same time The Angel Flight took her home, Where her father waited to say goodbye. She soon reached the golden Pearly Gates of Heaven. Standing in the entrance, Her heavenly grandmother waited to welcome her, She had reached her eternal home, Reaching to kiss Jesus on His face. The Chariot Of The Lord arrived to take another angel of battle wings home. White majestic winged horses pulled the golden chariot. In His heavenly garden her grandmother knelt, Picking the perfect rose for her granddaughter. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! Pray For The Fallen Warrior's Family, grieving for their son or daughter's death. Remember the sacrifice they gave and be grateful for their precious gift, their life for our freedom!
Brady suffers from PSTD and panic disorder, afraid to even shop again. There are many angels with battle wings, feeling the same. They need your prayer and help too sometimes. Living with intense fear, many female warriors are coming home, seeking therapist and Christian Counselors. I became a Christian counselor for Brady through my website. She read all the poems put on there and my new Angels With Battle Wings’ heartfelt stories and poems. Many warriors, coming home need your prayers and they need to know you care and listen to their stories. It' s their healing too. She now leans on Jesus, taking small steps to live again. Her story will bring tears and you will see what our women warriors face all through my book. They will never be forgotten by Jesus and this poet.
God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahhhhhh Poet Dorothy Living With The Pain I arrived home from the war, Feeling great relief in her fearful body. Finally I was far from the tortures of war. No more vicious enemies would be lurking, Wreaking havoc on the innocent and our warriors. Looking in the bathroom mirror, I didn’t recognize the gaunt scared face, Staring back in the haunting reflection, No longer recognizing the teenage girl, Who had joined the Marines to serve. I sought out this Christian Counselor, Poet Dorothy. She taught me to lean on Jesus, Telling me I would feel safer, By giving all my memories and pain, Looking to Jesus for eternal healing. I am no longer living with fear inside, Visiting Jesus holy altar in my church, When I feel panic anxiety brewing its terrifying head. My masquerade has been taken away, Replaced with the caring love of The Savior. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Many years ago I met an awesome lady, Penelope, a war veteran, who I asked to tell her story, honoring her in my new book for angels with battle wings. She had some horrifying stories to tell and nothing shocks me now. The depravity of the human mind in a criminal and soldier against freedom.
Tyranny becomes a cruelty to bear great lashes against freedom, leaving the innocent in death and wounds, always bleeding. She was a medic riding on the helicopter, rescuing and bringing wounded warriors to the makeshift tent hospital. This is her story of the battle for freedom from her nightmares. My Mind Relives Every Battle Fifty years later an elderly registered nurse, Sits in her wooden rocking chair, Reliving her military memories, From a worn faded emerald photo album. Engraved On the cover were the words, “My Mind Relives Every Battle.” She had for so many years been a medic nurse, Carrying many young warriors to the hospital, Hearing the wounded soldier’s struggle. Her tears wept staining the cloth album, Her memories of a young nurse in fatigues, Loaded with the screaming wounded warriors, She attended to all she could, but sometimes not enough. Remembering the long helicopter ride, Traveling over the raging firing of artillery, Praying for the safety of the wounded warriors, Knowing they were always in The Lord’s hand. She had held many warriors on their last flight, Weeping over every fallen soldier. Many times she had say goodbye to a departing warrior, Leaving a wound in her heart. Thumbing through her battle journal, “My Mind Relives Every Battle.” Her loving hubby weeps too, Remembering his angel with battle wings, Saved his life shielding her body with her own. She was paralyzed by the firing bullet, Never would she walk again. Together they relive their love and each battle memory, From the pictures of the war, fought long ago. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Angel Lost In Freedom’s Flight
Angel With Battle Wings, Reach out and partake, Capture His pious healing in your heart. Let not the dismal mar your happiness, Leaving bittersweet memories to fester. Angel lost in freedom’s flight, Let not your wings be sheared in life, Leaving your body and heart barren, Desolated in spirit and thought. There is a spiritual illumination waiting, Where any discomforting battle memories provoke. No longer will you be isolated in anxiety. He will release the nightmares from your past. You need not be isolated in your battle for freedom. Lean on The Lord to appease your every need. He understands every need and sadness, Giving you His loving healing always! Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrinna, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
This is a whimsical look at warrior life for females in the Armed Services that one female warrior and I discussed. This female officer is Colonel Dorothy Renea, stationed in Iraq under General Scott.
Thank You Colonel Dorothy for helping me with many stories and for serving, luv ya daughter. We were discussing the fine dress quirks of the army versus civilian life. I decided to relive in poetry. I decided to spice up this book with a little humorous look at, what the female warrior gives up. The great sacrifice she makes to fight for freedom. This poem is for you Colonel Dorothy. Pray For All Warriors And Their Family Always. God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahh Poet Dorothy Boot Camp Blisters Stretching her tired legs out on her camouflage cot, Another tired day on the battlefield. Taking off her sand-filled boots, She saw more boot camp blisters, forming. Those boot camp blisters never went away, The plague of a warriors fight for freedom. Quickly bandaging her aching feet, She relaxed in her camouflage t-shirt and fatigue pants. Looking around her sparse office tent, She observed a spider web forming in the corner, But too tired to wipe it away, She fell asleep in a restless slumber. Her dreams told her inner thoughts, She saw a young soldier standing in formation, Then a student cadet in officer training school, Last a colonel in the Iraqi War. These boot camp blisters won’t go away, Constant wounds of the military life I have chosen, A constant reminder of the many difficult miles I tread, Leaving my feet continually battling to heal. A rancher’s daughter, I wore a blue cowboy hat. With my zirconia cowboy boots glittering with jewels, Riding my ebony horse, Night Beauty, Dressed in ivory cowboy shirt and jeans. I replaced these assets with camouflage cap, Camouflage fatigues, and tan laced up boots. No style but camouflage does the Army know, Leaving my body, hot and sweaty. My makeup was substituted for camouflage grease paint, Smudged all my face, hands, and arms. I gave up all beauty in my pursuit for America’s freedom. I had no more bathtubs to relax in. The only perfume I am allowed to wear, Is the body perspiration from fear and heat. Uncle Sam don’t believe in beauty. I am just one tool in a large platoon of warriors. Our latrine is makeshift buildings with latrine bags, Easy to dissemble for next assignment. Our shower is the same with only cold water., Rough camouflage towels to dry with. One day I would gladly trade all my Army clothes, For one day reclining on my waterbed, Wearing my pink furry robe and matching bunny slippers, Dreaming of America’s freedom won. Till then I will continually wear boot camp blisters, Treading the many miles in enemy terrain, Till the battle is completely over, I will stand my ground in honor of America. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Deliah was a young warrior in Afghanistan, age twenty-four. She was stationed with the artillery, patrolling the battle area, carrying a medic bag. She spent many hours, healing and caring for the wounded in many difficult areas in Afghanistan. She graduated high honors in a computer college, learning computer skills. She signed up to use her skills in the Army, but she was trained as a medic. She said she wouldn’t have traded her career for the world. Thank you Deliah for telling me this special story about your life. Love ya daughter!
So many warriors call me mom, when I visit them via webcam. They say I am their angel mom; but truly Jesus and I build these poems together. We visit you all together. Jesus and I are a team. I give Him all honor. Sometimes Our hearts are sad together as writing but We tell the story, needed. Deliah she uses scooter now like I have too. I lost all ability to safely walk. Sadly Deliah lost both legs and both feet. She has prosthetics and is learning to use them. She has received the purple heart and many medals for her bravery but the greatest medal, she received she told me was Jesus’s love. Next greatest is no more kitchen duty She said and buys packaged potatoes and no lemonade forever lol. Remember prayer for all warriors and their families. Don’t forgot veterans and their families. War forever leave wounds and tears. Much sorrow is left too. Prayer Warriors unite to give America faith! God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahhh Poet Dorothy Living In Fear Living in fear becomes a ruling realm, When destiny can be a perilous brand. I sit here pondering my fate again, As a doctor bandages my bleeding legs and feet. When she pulled my sweaty and bloody socks off, I winced from the pain traveling up my legs. The doctor shook her head, Seeing this damage too often in war. I had been a tomboy, climbing trees; Also racing barefoot through the pastures. Nothing deterred this carefree country girl, Serving in the war for the world’s freedom. The doctor told me, "Your feet and legs are bad, After many weeks in the warrior infirmary, You will be given kitchen duty from now on. Your feet and legs have acute tendonitis, cracked bones, and bacterial infections.” “You will not be able to be out of a wheelchair for months, Letting your feet and legs, hopefully heal with time and medicines. No marching on the battlefield till they heal. Kitchen duty is best for you.” Looking down at my blistered hands, I would rather face the unseen enemy, Then these fifty thousand potatoes, Sitting in front of me to peel. Yesterday the cook decided to make lemonade, I cut and twisted one hundred thousand lemons. I dusted and washed counters so many times, I am ready to walk on the battlefield again. The doctor told me to be patient, I was being moved to the computer room the next day. My legs and feet would not heal for years, They were badly damaged from the wear and tear of military life. I was going to stay in a wheelchair maybe forever; But I would be moved to the general’s computer room, He asked for me to be His computer tech till I was released, I was let off kitchen duty early. I reached down kissed the floor. I said, “Thank You, Jesus”, so many times. I will never peel another potato again. She packed up her gear, readying for her move. Vowing to never buy potatoes or lemons. She would hire a cook and maid. Soon she would go home to America; But in meantime she would be a computer technician for the general. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Florence is a disabled veteran, an angel to all sick and wounded. She volunteers so many places to bring joy and hope to many veterans suffering. Her happy smile lights up the most dismal day, giving others hope and Jesus love. She suffers PSTD from being a P.O.W. in Vietnam. She is seventy eight years old today,
Still doing her fight for freedom. I ask you to pray for her and many more warriors. In 2000 I started counseling her through so many nightmares and thoughts of suicide. Jesus sent her and now I am still her counselor. Jesus assigned her to this first book for our angels with battle wings. Pray For All Warriors And Their Families! So many will be captured, and other fallen soldiers will leave their grieving families behind. Looking Beyond The Pain Wrinkled hands shook holding her Holy Bible, Speaking her uneasy thoughts to her patients’ “Many years has passed since I was captured, Becoming one of many women in a concentration camp." “The leaders of the North Vietnamese were housed in huge mansions here. We became a generals concubines, maids, and pleasure, Housing us in wooden hanging cages till needed. We were thrown scraps of food to appease hunger." "One day we heard the American soldier battle cry, Knowing we would die or soon go home. One woman corporal had been beaten to death, She would have to be buried with honor." "We had all been whipped by canes, Leaving huge welts on our bodies. Bloody skin tattered from abuse. We all had to be carried out from the abuse and starvation." “The army broke through the Vietnamese defenses, Rescuing all of the females in the rustic cages. They were so appalled how the women had been treated. Their colonel punched the enemy general in the face.” ‘We were taken to a hospital in Paris, Before we were flown home to our families. Many years of therapy couldn’t appease my continuing nightmares! I woke up every night in a cold sweat of fear." She continued, “Looking beyond the pain and sorrow. Singing a gospel hymn to sooth my frazzled nerves. Jesus gives me the strength to heal, From the continuing nightmarish battle wounds.” After finishing her story, she took out her knitting needle, and yarn, Starting a new patriotic blanket for wounded warriors, Forever entrapped in their wheelchair like her, An eagle blanket for each one with words, “ I Gave All For Freedom.” Riding an electric wheel chair with little sight, The enemy had blinded her eyes in torture. Carrying patients magazines and books, She still honors, “The Lord’s Freedom For All.” Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
My Friends And Family, The greatest gift God gives us is our freedom, by leading our veterans and soldiers through the years and now, guiding them through each battle. Today we must honor the ones who have gone on to be with God and also our forefathers too. America was sculptured from rocks and stones to become a majestic country full of pride and caring. At the same time remember that the freedom we hold dear, will continue to lead us onward through every storm.
We must honor our warriors all, our country warriors too, policemen, firemen, emt. and doctors and all who give their one hundred percent in the line of duty too insuring our freedom. We are so quick to forget all those we should honor. So many people give a little part to humanity and serve our country and are never told how great they are. This is my Vision Of Freedom. Love Ya Muahhhhhhhh God Bless Ya Poet Dorothy Sis Vision Of Freedom I stand with my hands across my chest, Gazing upon the untarnished land, Listening to the sounds of nature, Hearing not the artillery fire in the distance. I see the industrious streets, pedestrians to and fro, Serenity is their walk among the large crowd, Knowing there will be no perilous mines, Which would sear their tender feet. My sight is upon the beautiful horizon, Where no enemy is waiting to pounce, There are no sounds of the dying, As another mortar shell takes innocent lives. My throat is not constricted from the gunpowder, Encircling the smoggish air without reprieve. Instead I smell the wonderful aroma of life, Encircling my heart with God’s spiritual glow. My Vision Of Freedom is the benevolent gift, God has given us in our every sight. Our soldiers and our veterans are paying the price, For our liberty we hold dear in our hearts. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrinna, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Jacqueline was captured by the enemy, another P.O.W. but only for few days before she was rescued. She still carries the nightmares of the war and her capture under the torturous Taliban. She was forever maimed, now has prosthetic leg. She has now found Jesus and new help for her hurting spirit replacing the drugs and alcohol with His love. She found me through my website. Together we got her in a Christian rehab and new journey to Jesus! Any hurting Angels With Battle Wings can find the same serenity and may find me with their story and Jesus’ healing, needed. Though I am criticaly sick I lean on Jesus always because I am losing the ability to walk physically or exist without pain. Jesus is the only healing I need always. A V.A Chaplain can help any of you find new life hope.
Many warriors and their families need our prayer but so do the veterans too. We all must kneel in prayer for freedom’s release. God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahh Poet Dorothy Breaking Away From the Present Breaking away from the present, I could fly on the wings of temporary ecstasy, Reaching beyond my inner pain brewing, Emotional agony was covered with just alcohol. I needed this iniquity to calm my frazzled nerves, Reaching a place without hurt and dismay. Just one smoke can ease this tortured spirit, Wiping away the nightmares, plaguing me. My bed stand was littered with pill bottles. Empty whisky bottles reeked of stale alcohol. I sought a change from my perilous habits, Deciding I had release the addiction to Jesus. Calling my Christian counselor, I told her I needed her help, From the harrowing addictions, I had let it beguile me with its habitual poison. Her words soothed my hurting spirit, “Every new battle Jesus has guided me through, Though my health is so critical, He holds my heart in His His spiritual temple.” “My fate is in His healing haven.” I too had to make many changes. My body became brittle and very damaged, The only healing balm rests In Jesus’ hands.” Together we make our new journey together, Letting not our spirit become dismayed, Leaving all anxiety and fear in the past, Letting The Lord carry us over flaming beds.” Breaking away from the present, I have placed all my hurt and woes In Jesus. He has become my healer, confidant, and teacher, Releasing any need for euphoric dependency. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Brittaneca is a very small warrior, barely 5 foot 1 inch, weighing 125 pounds but she is a dedicated warrior in every aspect. She has won many medals and is very dedicated. This is a natural day in the life of a woman warrior in Iraq.
She hates the head gear, the hijab, of the women in Iraq. It is a veil worn by Muslim women when outside. Many women warriors are required to wear while on patrol in towns. This is her stories of some of the tragedies she sees. The Tragedies I See My uncomfortable hijab veil chafes my neck, Leaving me feeling hot and uncomfortable. I sure could use my the safety of my army helmet right now, But my colonel requires us to wear the Muslim head veil when on guard duty here. Guarding the sacred Muslim mosque, I watch the Iraqi men and women go in and out, Removing their foot ware, Before they enter their religious temple. Elsewhere a very disturbing scene catches my eye. Adult muslim men beat a helpless woman, Thinking she has disrespected them. Often they exert their male strength over women and children, causing death. The tragedies I see always cause my heart sadness, Helpless to stop the tyranny of the ruling males. The horrifying sights remain imbedded in my mind, Giving me emotional feelings to stay. Helplessly I watch the innocent victims, Afflicted by the male generation of Iraq. The place where women and children, Expected to be only the servants of the male adults. Tomorrow I will serve another freedom day, Fighting elsewhere in America’s battle for the innocent. I ask The Lord to always watch over us all, Granting us serenity in our mind, body, and spirit. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Isolated In Fear
The grandfather clock chimed out twelve long rings, Announcing the hour of bewitching twelve. Another sleepless night was she would bear Making her tired eyes droop once more, Plagued by the battle dreams so foreboding. She sit in her rocking chair deep in thought, Waiting for the first rays of sunlight. Isolated in fear, she must endure another sleepless night. Afraid to face the fears plaguing her, She heeds to the constant voice of desperation. Her anxiety rules her emotional spirit. She fails to see His spiritual illumination, Promising her His complete healing, Beckoning to her in her dark prison, A release from all of her fetters of dismay. She becomes very isolated in fear again, Bittersweet tears fall on her crocheted blanket, Making depressive thoughts birth in her head, She was again lost in the war of her nightmares. Each day has become a torturous battle. Many female warriors have witnessed terrible events, Serving in the battle for freedom. It has shackled their innocent minds, Leaving them chained to the terrifying memories, Causing depression to bear its unruly head. The Lord waits to help all of you female angels with battle wings. You don’t have be alone in your fears. He will hold all of you in His caring arms, Healing all nightmares with His love eternally! His ultimate healing will ease your continuing pain. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrinna, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Leah is stationed in Iraq under my adopted son, General Scott, who you will find him in another book.
My adopted son, insures all of his warriors are always backed up and here’s look at war. A story of her hours on the front line and how Jesus is their Warrior always!. God Bless All warriors and their families Pray for all and the world! God Bless ya All Love Ya Muahhhh Poet Dorothy Poet For The Lord, Veterans and Warriors! Waiting For The Next Battle Call We spent hours readying our long trench for the attack, Digging for hours in the coarse sand, My hands were bandaged from the many broken blisters. Arms were aching from the many sand bags we placed. Many rows of machine guns were on display, All the warriors were at their helm, Readying for a fierce fighting expected. Some have bazookas in their grasp. Our general expected heavy enemy. He prepared for the worst invasion always, Insuring his warriors would remain ready, In the safety of their dug foxholes and trenches. Eating the rations of roast beef and vegetables, I sit waiting for the perilous enemy, Snacking on tasteless dried crackers to appease my hunger, Listening to my radio crack about another battle, fought. A deep hole latrine has been built with many latrine bags, Lime has been placed in hole to keep smell down. An old Vietnam War trick our general taught us. He wanted us to stay in comfort and safety. Waiting for the next battle call not alone, I pen a heartfelt letter to my family, Telling them funny stories of the war, Not wanting to cause them worry. We have the best warrior on our side. Jesus is watching over us always. No warrior need to feel lost in war. Our Savior is always guarding His soldiers! No matter the outcome of the battle, He will always comfort all warriors. They will never be isolated in fear! His loving hands hold them safely. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Dianna was very sick with leukemia as a young girl. She was healed by the miracle Of Jesus and prayer. She graduated valedictorian of her class, becoming a champion bull rider. She became so sad and angry at the Taliban for destroying so many buildings and towers, leaving death and destruction in their terrible attack.
911 made her want to help abolish their terroristic threats. She joined the special forces. She wanted to repair the tanks and artillery. She had such anger in her heart till I led her to Jesus after wounded and losing her leg. Anger serves no purpose His love overcomes and He will always be the victor over all tyranny. Please pray for all Angels With Battle Wings and the many warriors and their families, wounded and fighting. I will continually pray and offer my hope, counseling, and prayers for all, who need it. God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahhhhh Poet Dorothy, Poet For All Warriors And Their Families. Serving My Country The world had become immersed in tyranny, Struggling from the terroristic tactics, Destroying many victims in its horrifying attacks, Leaving the America’s blood forever trickling. Mighty jets were crashed in the federal buildings, Leaving the world trembling in fear and hate. So many warrior joined the armed forces, Wanting to revenge the senseless killing. I joined the Special forces so I could revenge the tragedy, Destroy every enemy with the same maliciousness. I let my heart be blackened by hate, Letting the devil fuel my hatred I became lost. I never felt the last heat seeking missile tear into my leg, Leaving my leg severed many feet away, Entrapped by the enemy I felt all alone, But a friendly voice told me, “It’s okay soldier.” I was headed to the hospital faraway, Riding in the same helicopter, Where we saved its pilot months ago. He smiled at me telling me “Thank You!” My shattered leg was lying beside me. I knew I had lost my extremity, Possibly would give my life in this journey, Vowing I would heal myself from all anger. Jesus appeared before me Speaking with the softest voice I have ever heard. “It’s okay warrior, I have you in my arms, Protecting you from all now.” Since that tragic day I was wounded, I have become a nurse for other wounded, Serving in the orthopedic barracks, Walking on my prosthetic leg to help others. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Ol’ Berthie was an Army soldier in the Vietnam War. She worked for many generals as their radio specialist and sometimes typing on an old black typewriter as their secretary. She would help out as nurse in the infirmary too. She has been an adopted sister for many years and is portrayed in other books I have done. I selected her for Angels With Battle Wings; because she is an awesome example of a true dedicated veteran.
I love ya Ol’ Bertie and always praying for ya. I chose you to tell me this story, because you are so knowledgeable about Vietnam war and have been an American History and World History teacher for the colleges since then. Pray for all Angels With Battle Wings, Past And Present. All Warriors, And Veterans, too and their families. May ya pray for all Jesus listens always! God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahhh Poet Dorothy Bravely They Fought For Freedom Vietnam War was a military tragedy, Where many courageous warriors gave their lives, Battling for freedom in an hostile country. They were far from home saving the innocent. Many nurses attended the sick and the wounded, Dedicated women bandaging the wounds of the soldiers, Diligently they preserved many soldiers’ life and limb, Giving them their precious gift of caring. Their tender hands bandaged their cuts and abrasion, Casted their broken limbs with love, Wrapping their amputations in gauze, Hiding the deep emotional pain felt inside. Some women were surgeons in the medical infirmary, Where the front-line warriors were brought, That were injured in the jungle battles, Brought to infirmary away from enemy sight. Sometimes the warriors had to protect the infirmary, Dropping bombs from airplanes to destroy; But The Lord kept them away most of the time. His judicious sword was embroidered on our huge makeshift tents. The general visited his warriors daily, Consoling them and handing out medals. He loved each one of them, Saddened by the many wounded. With Jesus protecting the infirmary, Dedicated nurse saved thousands of warriors, Wearing His spiritual armor and prayer, They battled the enemy with great responsibility. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Althea was a special nurse I met through my website telling me her experiences I asked her if I could relive it for others. She was so happy because this is in honor of all nurses, doctors, Veteran doctors and nurses
everywhere, who battle for freedom by administering to the sick and the wounded, physically and emotionally. She was a nurse from Dallas Texas, a reservist called into the war as a front-line nurse. She was a surgical nurse at Baylor Hospital. She is still a surgical nurse for freedom, working with orthopedic surgeons in Dallas Veteran’s Hospital. She says, “ I will always be a nurse for freedom.” Remember to pray for all warriors and their families. Take time to listen to their stories and their needs. Just a comforting word can heal a lot. Pray for Veteran Doctors like my Dr. Muk and veteran nurse like Nurse Faasala who are the most special team I have ever met. I love them both and all the nurses and doctors, fighting for our warriors’ lives and limbs. God Bless Ya Love ya Muahhhhhh Poet Dorothy Poet For The Lord, Veterans, And Warriors Nurse For Freedom Four A.M. every morning I went to eat at the barrack dining room. It was a large tent with table and chairs, Definitely was not a clean gourmet café, Dirt floors and greasy foods to appease the hunger pangs. I was stationed in the Army reserves in Dallas, Texas, Working at Baylor hospital as a surgical registered nurse. When my Army reserve captain brought my draft papers to the door, I was dressed in my nursing uniform that day. I was given the orders to leave on a jet for Afghanistan, Just a week to pack up my house, Arranging my parents to take care of my ivory colored cockapoo, Angel. They would watch over my house while I was away. I had already gone through basic training, So I was given my combat gear and camouflaged fatigues. I reached my destination in this new enemy country, Greeted by a smiling general, who I saluted. The general told me I would be serving on the front-line infirmary. He handed me a huge pistol and some grenades, Telling me Afghanistan was hostile against nurses and doctors, That it would be a desperate struggle the whole time. I had already gone through basic training, So I was given my combat gear and camouflaged fatigues. I reached my destination in this new enemy country, Greeted by a smiling general, who I saluted. The general told me I would be serving on the front-line infirmary. He handed me a huge pistol and some grenades, Telling me Afghanistan was hostile against nurses and doctors, That it would be a desperate struggle the whole time. We reach the large hospital with tents and huge shipping vessels, Usually seen on trains passing through. They had been bullet proofed for surgeries and others were clinics, Where shots were handed out for soldiers needed. My first night in the camp, I was helping a female surgeon to repair a female soldier’s heart, When artillery sounded so close, Shaking so hard the lights went out in the surgical suite. She told me welcome to Afghanistan, Where the medical crew battle their own enemies, As she finished tying off the aorta of her heart, My breathing resumed to normal. Hundreds of warriors were guarding our camp, Knowing the enemy was always lurking near. I served as top surgical nurse to head surgeon, Until I was wounded by shrapnel in my hip and sent home. After many months of surgery and intense therapy, I could walk with a cane again. Working under a top orthopedic surgeon at Dallas Veteran’s Hospital, I am still a dedicated nurse for freedom. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Years ago I was given to my caring and dedicated Dr. Muk, I dearly love with all my heart. I grew to love and trust her with my life. Through her care, I was inspired and I continued to write despite terrible disabling attacks I built many healing books. Jesus and I needed to help the world. She built the PACT team to be the best for the angels with battle wings, insuring a healing for all even in daily life good safe habits. She never forgets to tell us take it slow; though sometimes in life we get impatient. She keeps this poet alive constantly plagued by bacterial infections and disease. I can tell you without her I wouldn’t be here. My body has been lashed by the penetrating whips of time, leaving it perilously injured. She brought our registered nurse, Nurse Faasala, in and she’s new awesome nurse, who has helped me immensely. Thank you both for all you do for The Poet For The Lord And Female Warriors. Because of you the world is being healed. Though she is busy she has time to administer to me through secure messaging, the angels are lucky to have our PACT Team and I know without them, this book would never have be written to honor all Angels With Battle Wings! Remember to pray for all warriors and their families and the world!
Your prayers will create miracles. God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahhhhhhhhhhh Poet Dorothy, Your Patient And Poet Always Healing With Their Hands And Hearts (Dedicated to PACT Women Team Temple Texas) Special Recognition to Dr. Muk. And Nurse Faasala Battle weary veterans arrive in need, Fighting various illnesses and injuries. They are seeking comfort for their disabling conditions, Asking only for a special healing and answer. Healing With Their Hands And Hearts, They know a special balm is needed, Whether past angels with battle wings, Or present female angels needing hope and their healing. Offering their loving care to all patients, Caring doctors and nurses offer their helping hands, All medical staff must carry out their duties, Insuring the freedom of medical care for all veterans. Whether healing sad hearts, broken bodies or shattered spirits, Their healing scepter is always ready, Bringing a little magic healing to all, They give hope and faith to the struggling veterans. Healing With Their Hands And Hearts, They know a special balm is needed, Using their learned knowledge, Making a difference in the lives of all female angels with battle wings. The Lord has selected each of His healing PACT team. Knowing His angels have the need for only the best, Needed to watch over His dedicated veterans, Wounded in their battle of life. In various ways. No needy female veteran will ever be turned away! There is always a help for all, Struggling to exist in their world of woe, There is always a special healing for all angels with battle wings. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Teresa was a Catholic girl, raised with the strictest codes. She was allowed little freedom. She joined the Army as a medic to see the world and escape the restrictions of her religion. Her mother had named her after Mother Teresa, the saint of many people. Her middle name was Mary after Virgin Mother Mary, Jesus’ mother.
This is her story of one of her adventures and how Jesus was there helping her rescue a little child, a victim of tyranny. Please remember to spend at least a few hours, praying for our warriors and their families. Our veterans and the world. Just one prayer can change the world. Just one voice can bring hope and faith. Jesus is always there for me and in my writing He is the Poet too. God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahhhhhhh Poet Dorothy Medic On The Front Line This footsore soldier was patrolling the barb wired fence line, Looking for the wounded warriors to arrive. Choking in the continuing gunpowder discharges, I was coughing from my bronchial asthma. Over the sound of gunfire repeating in the distance, I heard the faint sobbing of a child or adult. I came upon a child in a bear trap, Attached to deadly mines hidden. This little girl was only two or three. Any movement would set off the detonator attached to her leg. My heart thought of my own son, age four at home, Living with his grandparents so safe. Using my combat knife prying gently, While my comrade, another medic held the wire, Once I loosened her from the trap, We quickly left the area to report it. Sending in a full bomb team, They used a robot to safely detonate all mines, Removing three hidden abms too, Where I had knelt to rescue the little girl. I know Jesus watched over us that day, I heard His voice through the storm, Knowing this precious child was meant to be saved. His love carried us through it all. Our warriors were supposed march the next day, Through this are full of traps. I know Jesus led me to find this little child, A victim left as a senseless sacrifice. Being a medic on the front line, We brave many perils to rescue, Always putting our spiritual armor on each day, Praying for our patients’ safety always. Our general, she adopted the little girl. Her own child had died years ago. Calling Her Miracle, her gift from The Lord, She would raise her new daughter to love Him always. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
This is a special poem about life after the war. Louise came home after a wound in her leg festered. She was many moths in a veteran hospital, saving it and her life. She was found to be pregnant with twins. She was a surgeon in Iraq now a surgeon in Chicago. The helicopter has landed is a story about her military life and civilian. In my new book I took you on a journey of many female veterans and those serving in the war, bringing hope to all angels with battle wings. Jesus is there! Lean on Him always! Put on His spiritual armor every morning.
Remember to pray for all veterans, warriors and their families and the world. Many wars are going on in this world. The Helicopter Has Landed Scarfing down the last half of her peanut butter sandwich, Relishing every last bite going in her hungered stomach. She listened to the cricket orchestra of the night, Reclining back in her comfortable chair. Memories drift back of her battle days, A surgeon on the front line always operating. Many warriors she could save with her skill. Other warriors were fallen heroes. It was hard to cope with death and tragedy. The screaming and weeping became a sad part of her life. She was helpless to stop their pain and dismay, But was determined to heal all she could. She would hear the speakers blaring, “The Helicopter Has Landed Again.” More wounded would need her surgery skills again, She prayed to The Lord for miracles always. Many soldiers lay on the sandy hard ground, Tagged by the orderlies with numbers. The critical would be treated first, There was only six army surgeons in her unit. Medics and nurses administered to their wounds, Giving them life saving drugs and pain medicine. No warrior was left in pain, Or without the proper medical care. Her battle thoughts were interrupted quickly, By her mobile baby monitor speaker’s cry, I would now be a mother on duty, My twin boys’ helicopter had landed again! Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Dr. Muk. is definitely my angel with battle wings because she is always learning more with me. I always find the most difficult medical illnesses to treat but she has a loving patience always. She gives me faith and hope when I just want to quit. My body becomes so physically from fighting all the sicknesses, She spurs me and all her patients onward.
Carrying The Healing Scepter (Special Tribute To Dr. Muk) Carrying the healing scepter in her hand, Bringing medical miracles to her women patients in need. Administering to all of her patients her love and caring. Giving her medical wisdom for guidance. Relying on The Lord to give her answers, When the symptoms and diagnosis perplex. She teaches her patients more then healing, Giving them guidance in all of their life, Weeping inside for the sickest and all of her patients, Her determination gives the ailing, Her special caring and devotion always rule, Despite the medical outcome, she fights to heal. Carrying the healing scepter in her hand, Bringing medical miracles to her women patients in need. All Angels With Battle Wings have the greatest women doctor, A miracle from God, a veteran with the truest heart. Her medical healing may not always bring an answer, But her loving heart will bring a spiritual cure. Beyond the medical scepter of a doctor, She carries Heaven’s pious flame always burning. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Some Memories That Never Fade
War can bring brutality to the innocent mind, Struggling with some memories that never fade. Leaving the warrior in deep pits of depression, Fighting unseen battles in her mind. Every day seems to bring more heartache to bear, Turning not to the spiritual illumination, beckoning, Instead turning to the offered iniquities, Habitual drugs and alcohol made by humanity. Soothing their hurt with drinking and abusing drugs, They rely on the addiction to heal their emotional hurt. Not realizing the most powerful healing awaits, Jesus’ illumination could heal all harming them. He knows they are hurting from all the battle scars, Needing His consolation and healing. His love can fade the memories of the past. He will walk every torturous pathway with you! Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Twenty years ago in a community near me, Caddo, I was called to a special angel with battle wings’ house. She wanted me to write her story in poetry, later on I heard a movie had been made about her capture too. It is in entirety in another book. Nurse Hannah was in a civilian medical convoy, who volunteered, and was bound for the military hospitals in France, when captured World War II. This is a special tribute to Nurse Hannah, who died six years ago. I will miss this courageous nurse always there will be a special place in my heart. Her and her husband John were left crippled by Hitler, himself.
Please pray for all the veterans, warriors and their families. Pray that all find the healing needed. So many war stories I hear and have heard but I know Jesus can take all hurt away and heal.He is the one I rely on for all. God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahhhhhhh Poet Dorothy Leading The Way Through The jungles of life can helplessly entrap you, Leaving you clinging to spidery web of life. Predators lurk in your innocent mind, Leaving their poisonous bites, inflicted. This is the story of a civilian nurse, Captured by Hitler in World War II. She was shot in both her knees, Destroying the ability to walk again. Courageously she started a group, “Leading The Way Through” to help warriors escape the Germans, Knowing if she was captured again, Her torturous death would be the decree. After the war she became a veteran hospital nurse, Riding her wheelchair proudly down the halls. Telling her story of her capture, She led the way to healing for many disabled veterans. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Lost In The Deep Jungles Of Life
The airplane engines kept sounding in my head. I couldn’t get the rifle firing to quit. Helplessly I clung to my sweat soaked pillow. Another sleepless night I would face again. My husband always had a look of concern, Seeing me relive the same journey every night. His heart was saddened by the same sight, I was remaining lost in the jungles of life, Till my Christian counselor led me on a new path. Every morning I visit her excited to talk, Telling her about my fears and nightmares. She prays with me always and consoles me. I go to church and have accepted my new life, Though I still suffer from depression, I am a Sunday school teacher with serenity. There is only one journey away from the hurt, Jesus can lead you away from, Wallowing in the deep jungles of life! Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Delores is a new angel, who has asked me get her spiritual healing. She read my poetry on my website and so needed a change. She fights to keep the PSTD from controlling her. She wanted to give these thoughts to all angels and warriors. I will continually help her.
She was injured in her head, when a hidden abm discharged under the truck, she was riding in. She was the lone survivor in the wreck. She turned to drugs and alcohol, therefore entrapping her mind to the nightmares. Together we penned her words, “ Making A Change.” God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahhhh Poet Dorothy Making A Change Sleepless eyes appear back at me, A haunting reflection in the mirror. The black saggy bags under my eyes, Bearing witness to the life I lead. I have let my body be lashed and beaten, Turning to the endless cycle of drugs and alcohol. My life has no meaning anymore. I destroyed my happy thoughts forever. I am tired of being the helpless victim, Craving habitual release from all my pain, Waking up with sour mouth and a hangover. Starting every morning with a sick stomach. Making a change for the better, I will send this depression away with help. Thrusting away the addictions implanted, All need for the habit forming drugs. War has left me injured with nightmares, Wounded in a truck accident, I have a continuing headache, Causing my PSTD to flare up. I don’t need the pain any more, Plaguing my life with its malicious bite, Leaving me clinging to the unstable habits, Controlling me with its perilous bridle. I have accepted Jesus in my life! His spiritual illumination will bring healing to my spirit, Shorn by the tragedies seen in war. His loving hands will shelter me from the continuing pain. I give my all to Our Savior, Asking Him to relieve my addiction and dismay. Asking Him to help all warriors with their hurt, Feeling the same emotions inside! Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
What Is The Price Of Freedom
What is the price of freedom? Blood stains the war torn ground, Bearing witness to the brutality of war, Leaving many innocent slain in its pursuit. Courageous female warriors brandish their weapons, Protecting Our freedom with loss of life and limb. No victors in the battle only victims, Left in the skirmish for justice. Tyranny breeds a serpentine head, Bearing ebony fangs in its fatal puncture. Serpents of destruction wanting to rule the world, Leaving their enemy murdered in deceit. What is the price of freedom? Innocence is mutilated in a sadistic attack, Leaving our warriors stationed in battle, Guarding over the helpless population in the countries. They offer new hope to the dying villages, Where the enemy robs their lives and possessions. Our female warriors hold sacred the price of freedom, Protecting Our freedom with their dedication and honor. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
As many of you know. I have been a world poet for many, doing many graveside and warrior memorials. Much of my poetry was placed on monuments and many places. Each time I write a memorial, my heart weeps and each warrior memorial I have such sadness in my heart too! In Loving Memory of Janice a nurse
She was killed September 2, 2016. She was the age of twenty. I have written Heavenly Wings in honor of her dedication and care. May she wear her heavenly wings proudly like she did on earth. To her parents Dan and Bathia, I offer my condolences. I know you are anxiously waiting for this. God Bless Ya All And Warriors Pray For all the warriors and their families and veterans. Give your heart in prayer for them and the world. Love ya Muahhhhhhhhh Poet Dorothy. Heavenly Wings (Tribute To A Fallen Angel With Battle Wings) Sitting in the red velvet church pew, She was dressed in an angel costumes Waiting to be called for The Christmas Pageant. Looking toward her parents, She smiled and said, “I am going to be Jesus’ angel someday.” “I will wear gossamer heavenly wings, All silvery and bright, With stars twinkling on them.” After graduation she decided to go to the army, Wanting to learn to be a nurse, Wishing to heal others in her career. She was stationed in Afghanistan, Where fierce fighting was erupting. She was shot in her back and heart. As she lay dying on a hospital cot, She told the colonel to tell her parents. “I have accepted my heavenly wings now.” Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
This is a tribute to Frankie, my adopted daughter I will always love, a dedicated warrior, who I met before she died, who was on patrol when she was shot in her stomach and her heart, severing her aorta. She was rescuing her best friend. She was a song writer and musician in high school. This last poem we were penning together by her thoughts. I used this title because she would say often,” When I get home, no more dancing with the enemy.
Frankie wanted to make this song for others but she died before I got chance to write. Frankie and her mother, I give this poem, finishing out Angels With Battle Wings! Pray for the warriors, veterans and families. Jesus always has time for another prayer or thought. God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahhhhh Poet Dorothy No More Dancing With The Enemy No more dancing with the enemy I have earned my heavenly wings. The Lord’s Chariot has carried me home, Where I will no longer fight freedom’s battle. Lord, I saw my best friend bleeding, Through her combat coat and fatigues. She was struggling to crawl toward safety, When she fell too near the enemy. Adrenaline kicked in my weary body, I picked her up on my shoulder, Throwing a grenade at the approaching enemy, Diving in the safety of my trench I was reliving my softball champion days, Running for the glory of freedom. I never felt the burning wounds in my heart and stomach, Collapsing in the trench I had helped dig. I saw myself being lifted out, While medics took my wounded best friend away. They draped my body in a camouflage blanket, Yet my eyes gazed still upon the bloods oaked land. I would no longer play poker with our captain, Laugh with my barrack comrades, Who were weeping over my covered body. Tearfully they took my boots and dog tags off. The battle faded away on my entrance to heaven. No more dancing with the enemy I had earned my heavenly wings. The Lord’s Chariot had carried me to my final home. Jesus stepped up to me and said, “ Warrior , It’s your eternal time to join me.” I had received my forever heavenly wings; While the world battle still raged below. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2016 Angels With Battle Wings I have met many female veterans and warriors, who I considered the Angels With Battle Wings. This book is dedicated to all angels with battle wings! One special angel is my own loving dedicated doctor, Dr. Muk., who I dearly love, who keeps this critically ill veteran alive. Without her caring devotion and sword of humanity I could never have been the professional poet and warrior, I am today. I dedicate this to the Women Temple PACT team for all their dedication and Nurse Faasala, who I dearly love. A very special dedication to Nurse Sherrina, Temple T SICU Nurse, A Veteran Who Served Our Country And Still Does! Love Ya Sis And Thank You! Thanks for all ya do for the angels with battle wings. To my daughters, Dorothy, Balinda, and my angel warriors in the Brewer family, who still carry the battle wings in many ways. Love Ya All And Thank You To All My Angels With Battle Wings! I Am So Proud Of You All! 
Our men have dedicated their lives for freedom through the ages. Past and Present they still give the ultimate sacrifices for our freedom! The Precious Gift Of Freedom is their gift to the world! Thank You all our male warriors,Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry, always just a step from heaven in the battle!
Our heavenly male warriors are giving their lives, limbs, and sanity to fight for our country. They are paying for the precious price of freedom. Truly they are our heroes. Their families know each second and minute is precious and they know not when they will receive the letter of their warriors’ death or injury.
I dedicate this book to our male armed forces now days, fighting for our freedom wherever they may be stationed whether home or other countries. Love Ya God Bless Ya, Our Warriors, Our Soldiers, Airmen, Sailors, and all armed forces. We Love You And Are Proud To Call You Our Family! Poet Dorothy Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry The hot searing breath of the sun, Fails to antagonize the perspiring soldiers, Bent on saving our country from the threat of terrorism. Despite the ferocity of the unseen enemy, They are marching to the battle cry, Their weapons poised in determination. Nothing can deter the courageous knights, Carrying their hope in their breasts, That someday America will be truly free. Traveling to many countries on foreign soil, Our armed forces have made us proud, Becoming our protective shield from our enemies. Some will give their sanity, lives, and limbs, For our freedom’s tragic cost, In this perilous fight for humanity. Heavenly Warriors Marching to the battle cry, Though many victims will be left behind, All will remember the war against tyranny. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
On December 17, 2006 Seth Michael Stanton finished his eternal journey, missed by his family and friends. May He Rest In Peace! I wrote this for Wendy and his Uncle Eric, a tribute to this brave soldier.
Love Ya God Bless Ya Poet Dorothy My Journey I Have Finished Some travel their whole lives searching. My journey I have now finished. I am walking on eternity’s road, No more will I wander lost. I couldn’t duck and cover, For death held a faster hand. While out on patrol one night, I made my last desperate journey. Walking into the light, I put away my rifle, I have found my eternal destiny, A realm where war has no stand. Some travel their whole lives searching. My journey I have now finished. Someday you will take the same pathway, As you too will touch your eternity. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
Our Prayer For Our Soldier
Hear my prayer, Dear Lord, this very day, Watch over my sweet soldier, In a foreign country across the ocean, Keep him safe in every way. When he is lonesome and blue, Give Him a reason to smile, Letting him know, His family waits with love ever so true, When my soldier is feeling ill, Place your comforting arms about him, Shielding his innocent body from harm, As he is sent Your spiritual fill. When my soldier is weary, Let Your shoulder be his pillow, Giving him rest from the harsh day, As You replenish his diminished energy. Dear Lord, Hear My Prayer For My Soldier so sweet, Sending him thoughts of the love his family feels, While they pray to see him, Their loving soldier they wait to again greet. Watch over my soldier, Dear Lord, Warding any trials of mischief, Keeping him safe in your haven, Far from the fingers of terroristic discord. In Your Name Dear Lord I pray! Amen Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
On January 27, 2007, Anthony finished his eternal journey, missed by his family and friends. A sniper’s bullet destroyed his family’s peace forever. May He Rest In Peace!
Love Ya God Bless Ya Poet Dorothy Dreaming His Last Impossible Dream His footsteps are now carved in marbled stone, Dreaming His Last Impossible Dream. No football goal was ever too far, Nor any obstacle too great to achieve. It became his wish to revenge 911, Where many innocent lives were lost, Destroying America’s sense of freedom, Ridding America of foreign tyranny. He joined the Marines to battle for our freedom, Willing to give his life in a foreign country, For the precious cause he believed in, Knowing he was facing an impossible dream. The moment a sniper’s bullet tragically ended his life, He waved goodbye to his family and friends, As he took a final journey on eternity’s road, Dreaming His Last Impossible Dream. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
Our warriors are out fighting on this Easter day. Each day I do a special Easter poem for Jesus, well this year instead of the happy holiday many of us experience. There is sadness on Easter too! I wanted to portray how Easter Is On The Battlefield.
Today pray for our warriors and their families at home, too missing their loved ones and for the soldier families spending their Easter without their loved one who perished in this war. All Armed Forces risking their lives in the battlefield, we must pray for where ever there is war, there is a need for prayer.. Love Ya All God Bless Ya Praying For All Poet Dorothy Easter Day On The Battlefield Stinging sand irritated sorrowful eyes, Another lonesome day on the warfront. Where unknown tragedy has reside, No candy eggs or loving family around. The stillness is disturbed by the artillery fire. Somewhere another missile has found its destination. Distant bomb blasts shatter the silence, Serenity can’t be found in this terrible place. Many soldiers can be seen praying, As they stand together with heads bowed, Knowing every minute peril is very near, Their only celebration of Easter on the battlefield Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
I made a special promise to a soldier, Forgotten, who served in Afghanistan that his courage and the loss of his comrades would never be forgotten. Today I am honoring this promise with a look at the war through the eyes of another Afghanistan soldier, I studied.
This is just one story I will be doing in this book on Afghanistan and Iraq and wherever this war takes us. Love Ya God Bless Ya Poet Dorothy A Day In The Life Of Afghanistan Soldiers Nervous perspiration drips onto soiled sleeves, Surrounded their position had been discovered by Taliban militants. In the night a torrential storm had soaked the bone weary troops, Still shivering from the cold temperatures of the country. Hidden in a poppy field, the troop advanced on their bellies, To avoid a clear shot from the badly trained insurgents. Automatic gunfire peppers the ground, Where they are crawling among the poppy plants. Looking toward a row of mud-walled houses, They saw a tall tree held a lone sniper. Barely missing the captain, a rocket propelled grenade, Exploded killing five soldiers with its shrapnel in another squad.. The deadly missile had come from one of the houses, Showing that an ambush situation was imminent. They had been warned this was a high insurgent area, A real danger to our Afghanistan soldiers on the front line. It looked like a real perilous journey through the village, Where the insurgents waited for their planned attack, The armed Marine convoy arrived on the scene, Giving our soldiers time to make their desperate escape. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
My heart goes out to the family of Joe Anzack. My heart is hurting for their loss but also for the cruelness of the death at the hands of his captors. I pray for the missing soldiers return and their familys’ comfort.
When I visited his website this poem came to me I just knew it was his last words to his family. God gave me the gift of comforting others yet the compassion to hurt. love ya muahhhhhhhh God Bless ya Poet Dorothy Sis I Am Not Dead I Am Still Kicking My family I Am Not Dead, I Am Still Kicking, Walking the golden streets of paradise. Cry not for me but for my soldier brothers, Missing and fighting freedoms war. Let not my sacrifice be in vain. Let your prayers be for our families, My country, I have proudly given my life for, Helping the world to be released from tyranny. Weep not on my grave, For I am not there, I am walking with my fallen comrades. My memories will always give you comfort, Death could never claim me, For I have the eternal love of my family. I Am Still Kicking, I Am Not Dead, Death can never claim this soldier. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
Be Brave My Soldier
Be Brave My Soldier! As you hear the artillery fire, Know Thy Father watches over you! Let not they fear become thy bedstead, For My hands will cover thy body. The armor of God is so strong. While walking among the flaming land, Feel My love sheltering you from harm, Thy courage will become as My own. When you see death My hands will always hold, Your tears as in sorrow you cry. When you weep Thy Father weeps too. Be Brave My Soldier! Your footsteps are never tread alone, For Thy Father holds you in safety. Your aim will be kept steady, As you fight for freedoms flag, Thy Father will be watching over thee. My love will always be thy cover, When victory seems so far away, We will tread the battlefield together. Together the enemy can never win, For Thy Father is the guardian of all, His love can erase any terroristic embrace. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
I gazed upon the many soldiers, shopping in Walmart Super Center, the other day. Fort Hood Texas soldiers, returning from the war in Iraq. Many still wore sandy boots, just fresh off the plane. One guy was filling his buggy with toys, expensive toys to celebrate the Christmas late he never had with his family. Another was buying a family bible for his wife and his mother. Many others had many presents of all kinds to give to his family some even new baby equipment. I stopped to tell them welcome home. One guy looked so lost, standing in the flower wreaths aisle. My heart reached out to him so I walked up to him, seeing his tears. He needed some consoling, his boots were spit shined and he was in his Army dress uniform. He told me, his wife and fifteen year old son had died while he was away in a car accident and he had seen so many children blown up as human bombs and so much death only to come home to his own. He was so sad.
My heart went out to this one soldier, who fought freedom but lost everything too. He was looking at the wreaths and deciding which ones to buy. I am a disabled veteran and I love to write people’s lives to help others. This book is about our veterans and soldiers now, written for them. This poem is dedicated to all the brave soldiers fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan and wherever the war goes, braving the harshest and most perilous conditions. God Bless You All, Love Ya All, Poet Dorothy So Far From Home Soldiers brave the hot sultry weather, Hearing the roar of the continuous mortars incoming. Sand burns their eyes and their noses, Causing hoarseness in the tender throat. Chanting can be heard in the distance, Enemy waiting to launch another bombing attack, Using human sacrifices to carry out their evil deed, Trying to regain their foothold of tyranny. Prayers to the Lord for their situation, Not forgetting to include their loving family. They feel helpless in an alien world, Far from their country’s safety. Tonight many will perish in this battle, Leaving their family to weep and cry. While others guard over the afflicted, Victims of Hussein, a cruel genocide. So far from home, they must remain steadfast, In a land borne with such hatred. Waiting for the day they can return home, When this terrible war is just a sad memory. A helicopter lands to retrieve the wounded. It will be a perilous ride to the front-line hospital, Race against death and affliction. Watched over by the hands of God. So far from home, the battle rages on, Its outcome will always be uncertain, Till our soldiers are brought home, Leaving the country, free from tyrannical infliction. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
On Freedom’s Road
Come fly with me over the war torn land, Warrior and veteran holding out their hand. Reach out and grasp the true reality, Where man and freedom became our destiny. Take a walk along freedoms road, Where many warriors have left their tragic load. Blood-soaked earth can never change, Where many died on the perilous range. Let us journey on the now trodden pathway, Where our armed forces are fighting today. Treading the same footsteps as before, On freedom’s road they leave another tragic score. Reach out your hearts in prayer, Showing our warriors we still care, As we travel along freedoms road again, Watching more battles needed to win. Come travel on freedoms road with me, As we gaze upon future history, Where warrior and veteran will always together stand, Fighting across liberty’s land. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
My Friends and Family, As you sit down this Thanksgiving remember our warriors in prayer and realize the sacrifice they are making and also the dedication of the mother and fathers in this courageous cause for our freedom.
Remember the veterans, who served in the wars past and will forever bear the tortures of war. As you look upon your families and ya see the true blessings, God has bestowed upon you and helping others see that the truest blessings you can give anyone is your love. Each day is a blessing to me and I truly know without God, I wouldn't be writing this poem this very day. I couldn't think of food this Thanksgiving but of our warriors overseas, marching in the mud and harsh sand burning their eyes, while I sit her in front of my wood stove cozy, dry and warm. This Thanksgiving, be grateful for what you do have and pray for others to have the same. Love Ya Muahhhhhhhhh Praying For All God Bless Ya Poet Dorothy Sis Give Thanks For Freedom On this day the table is laid in war, Not with turkey and dressing, But with another hero’s courageous deed. I hear the spiritual dove a calling, Another warrior has died, All for our ultimate freedom we crave. The land has been tarnished with innocent blood, Another battle always to be fought, Until the peace taps once again begin to play. Give thanks for the freedom we hold close; For it was tragically bought By another mother’s and father’s tear. Sisters and Brothers let us join hands, Praying across the nation, For our Armed Forces in foreign land. On this Thanksgiving feel such pride, For our warriors are the sacrifice, Fighting to regain freedoms torch. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
A Corporal that became a General"..."He commands a legion of “Warrior Angels” in God’ army, they are riding white horses with wings across the sky. On the battlefield of darkness he prepares to do battle for your soul"
Guardian Of The Light On this day a Corporal became a General, Commanding a legion of fierce warriors. In God’s Spiritual Army He watches, Preparing to do battle for of your soul. He is the guardian of the afflicted, Watching over his fellow warriors, Shielding them from the battle, With God’s hallowed staff. He traded in his fatigues and boots, For a heavenly robe with wings. He no longer needs a rifle to keep peace, But the staff of eternity is held in his hand. On this day a Corporal became a General, Commanding a legion of fierce warriors. In God’s Spiritual Army He watches, Preparing to do battle for of your soul. Riding white horses across the sky, He journeys beyond the sun, Watching over his family from his new realm. He has become the Guardian Of The Light. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
My Friends And Family, Johnny And I would Like To Wish All A Blessed Christmas and a blessed year to come. Every year God leads me in finding a poem that will express the needs and wants of Christmas. Christmas is not only a time for us to receive presents but for us to give others gifts not always monetary but also of ourselves. This year many have asked me to write their poetry for cards being sent to soldiers, hospitals for soldiers, and nursing homes even prisons.. This morning I received a call that 12 nursing homes are sending homemade cards to our warriors overseas and I was asked to write the poem for the card. Also and children hospital director wants me to write poem for cards being given at children hospitals. You see I am not rich and all I have in this world to give is my heart and my poetry,but to me I am the richest in the world. This week God has been giving me my Christmas poem for this year but testing me to find a way to do his wishes. It was a very difficult and very long poem to bring two warrior families together in a trying and sorrowful time. Some of my friends and adopted are dealing with the death of their warrior and others with injury or still in the war zone. This is dedicated to you all especially for Anthony Melia’s family and Seth Michael Stanton’s Family. God told me that this poem needs to be able to comfort all and I hope it will and make others realize the true gift of Christmas. These families all need your prayers. So many families won’t have a Christmas this year unless you all intervene. So many will need your love and just your time. All of you out there take time to send a card and present to one wounded warrior or warrior overseas. Find someone needing also and make a child smile.
The true Christmas spirit is the one you find in your own giving heart. Love You Muahhhh God Bless You All Praying For All Poet Dorothy Sis Last Christmas Wish The doorbell rang incessantly. A lady went to answer the door. Standing on the porch was a man in uniform, Her son’s chaplain was standing there nervously. Looking at the brightly glowing Christmas wreath, Hanging on her front pane door. He stepped into a very beautiful scene, A lighted Christmas tree with many presents. A banner was hanging above the fireplace mantle, Emblazoned with the words. “Son You Are Coming Home Soon!” Many colorful stockings were filled underneath, With many goodies for the holiday season. The Chaplain took the mother’s hand in his, Clearing his throat He began to pray. Tears brimmed his eyes, As he related the story of her son’s death. “Your son was ambushed yesterday. His whole convoy was killed in the battle. He left this last letter for you to read, Knowing you would be so sorrowed.” The mother took the letter gently, Staining the precious parchment, With her tears of grieving, Tearing the envelope so carefully. Her wrinkled hands trembled, As she picked up her reading glasses. She gently slid them on her face, Not wanting to miss a morsel of her son’s last letter. The letter was gripped tightly, As she began reading it aloud. Her son’s familiar writing leaped, From the tear soiled pages. “Mom, I love you very much, Don’t weep for me, Mom, I am in God’s Army now, I am His soldier of purity. “I will watch over you, So shed not a tear of loneliness, But know your son has finally come home, And He will eternally love you so. “Many other warriors won’t have a Christmas, Mom. They are in the hospital all alone. Please give them my gifts for Christmas, Make their holiday like our own home. The mom cried holding the letter, As the last words were read, “Mom, It’s time to go, I heard the death mortars sound.” Reading the last words, She couldn’t hold back her sorrow anymore. “I love you Mom Eternally, Your Son Forever, Drew.” The Army Chaplain left the sorrowful scene, Knowing many more families would hear tragic news, As long as our warriors were battling overseas, There would be many more last letters to deliver. Sitting in her maroon comforter with the last letter, A new blanket with his name around her, She held his photo in her trembling hands, As she cried herself to sleep. The next morning she turned on the Christmas lights, She started removing name tags from all the presents. Though feeling such sorrow in her heart, She set out to fulfill her son’s last Christmas wish. Across the town was another grieving family, Their marine daughter was fighting overseas. Gazing around the den, A dusty Christmas tree still stood. Underneath it was presents unopened, Waiting for their daughter to come home. They had lost the Christmas spirit, Worrying about their daughter so much. The phone rang disturbing the ghostly silence, The voice on the other line was their daughters commander, Relating sad news about her injuries, When her vehicle had found a hidden mine. She was being flown tomorrow, To a hospital very near, And a car will come get them, Taking her family to see her. She had lost a leg in the accident, But she was going to be fine. She would have some rehab, Then she would be coming home. Her family was so happy to see their daughter, They tossed out the old decorations and tree, Set about redecorating and baking, For their daughter was coming home. Night came quickly, Both families were busy with their chores. Drew’s mother was baking cookies. She had many more presents to wrap. She felt her angel warrior watching over her, As she prepared to make, His last Christmas wish would come true, Knowing she was giving him the best Christmas ever. The next morning her alarm rang at 6 A.M. She was to meet the hospital chaplain today, Delivering her son’s last Christmas wish, Singing while she loaded all the presents in her car. She drove to the hospital thirty miles away, To bring her son’s presents to the wounded. The hospital chaplain met her at the door, With large buggies to carry all the presents and cookies. Wheeling down the hall she delivered her presents, Telling all the bandaged soldiers, “It’s a gift from my soldier son. It was his last Christmas wish. On the end of the hall, Where the orthopedic ward was, She stood at an open door, Hearing a young girl sobbing. A young girl was lying in traction on a bed. Her left leg was in a cast, While the right was amputated at the knee. She was having hard time accepting her handicap. Her family stood near, Not knowing what soothing words to say. To comfort her sadness, Make her feel better. The soldier’s mother took her hand. She gave her a loving hug, As she handed her presents And a delicious bag of cookies. She said, “Darling I know how you must feel, My son died a few days ago. It was his last Christmas wish, For all of the wounded have the best Christmas. From heaven a warrior angel gazed upon his mother, As He heard her silent prayer to him. “Son, I am fulfilling your last Christmas wish. I hope you are listening today!” Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
God Please Bring My Daddy Home
God, Please bring my daddy home today I don’t like this war no more. Too many mommies and daddies forever go away. Leaving their children alone at home to cry. Missing my daddy’s hugs to me so dear, I watch the television with my mommy, Hoping to see my daddy in his battle gear, Wishing he could come home soon. Watching out the window each day. I hope to see my daddy coming to the door, Getting sad when he is still away, Making me not like this war at all. God, Please bring my daddy home today, I truly miss him so much, Take the enemy faraway, So my daddy can come home to his family. Love And Amen His Son, Austin Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
Our Special Christmas Wish For Our Warriors
On this holiday, Our Precious Warriors, We wish to embrace you with our appreciation, With poetry, gifts, and our love, Bestowing upon you our caring thoughts. The perilous sacrifices you endure, Away from your families this holiday season. The emotional and physical wounds you bear, All for the cost of our freedom. We raise our hand in salute to your bravery, Bestowing an honorable gesture, Showing our pride for your dedication, Giving you the greatest Medal Of Honor Of Humanity. Sending you our hugs and our forever adoration, Wherever you are stationed, In the hospital, on a base, or in the field, This Christmas Holiday season away from home. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
Tears Of Life
Tears fall down on the bloodshed ground, Soaking into the tortured earth, Interlocking the battles the past and the future. Flags fly over the setting horizon, Witness to independence rebirth, Awarded by our brave warriors near and far, Weeping for the families left alone, As they struggle by flag covered graves, Saying their final goodbye to their loved ones. In the hospital veterans and warriors fight a new battle, Learning to use their new limbs, Leaving behind their ultimate sacrifice. Others are fighting for our future Against terroristic threat in the world, Leaving their valuable footprints in history. Shedding the tears of life, We will overcome any adversity, Until our warriors come home. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
Enric came to me with request I would never let his friends be forgotten. He knew that I was very passionate with the warriors and their plight, true lover of our warriors. Sadly Enric was killed and buried last week after two weeks earlier requesting this special poem. Enric, all of our warriors will never be forgotten as long as I can write for you! Your poem will portray the true sacrifice of war.
God Bless You All Love Ya Muahhhhhhhh Poet Dorothy Sis On God’s Hallowed Wings They Now Fly Gazing upon the bomb torn battlefield, Tears fell from his saddened eyes, Saturating his medals he wore proudly, Falling to the sandy earthen ground. Lying on the ground in a muddy foxhole, His best friend, Garth, since basic, Lie in a pool of congealed blood, Forever silence from his lips to be. He could hear the tanks firing in the distance. Watching guard over a carefully laid minefield. In his heart was a hollowness felt, A deadly blast had killed and maimed many comrades. He couldn’t understand the needless violence. Yet he promised make the ultimate sacrifice, As he watched his friends draped in flags, Loaded on helicopters on their final flight. Many would die in the terroristic battle, Warriors in Heaven’s spiritual realm, The guardians over those left behind on the battlefield. He knew, “On God’s Hallowed Wings They Now Fly!” Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
Blessings Of A Warrior
Lying in a muddy foxhole dug, A warrior contemplated his many blessings, Praying he would reach home to see his loved ones again, As he battled in the cold drizzly rain. He thanked The Lord for his family first, Letting a salty tear drip down on his soaked poncho, Remembering his tearful goodbye to his loved ones, Knowing in his heart he could never see them again. He thanked The Lord for his military family, Protecting each other in battle and in peace, For the many warriors and civilians fighting for independence, And the many caring people at home supporting. He thanked The Lord for his courage, For watching over all the warriors in each battle and trial. Not forgetting his praise for The Lord’s guidance, Feeling great love for his own mother and father too. He thanked The Lord for providing him spiritual shelter, When he lie in a rain filled foxhole, Shivering from the cold frigid weather, Yet warm from The Lord’s compassionate love. He thanked The Lord for giving him knowledge and persistence, To be able to fight for his country with pride, Letting not anything mar his dedicated goal, Though the threat of death is always imminent. He said a prayer for the fallen and their families, And for the wounded soldiers struggling to live again. Thanking The Lord for the privilege to pray, For all in the desolate war-torn land. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
Each Christmas, You hear of more violence happening and ads of the expensive presents you can buy. You fail to hear the true miracles of Christmas. Many fail to think of our warriors overseas, making miracles and the true meaning of Christmas. When I was a little girl, I truly found out it’s not the present we get but the present, God gave us, Our Jesus, swaddling in clothes, on a bed of hay in a stable.
It took a small doll, a heartbroken little girl, and a nativity exhibit she made for her Friend and Father, Jesus. One Christmas I was hoping for a doll that walks and talks like rich people my dad worked for bought their little girl but I received a tiny baby windup doll and a tetherball set. I was so ashamed to take that little doll to school for show day, so I hid away and told of only my tetherball set. We were very poor and our paper dolls were from the magazines and sears catalogs. I was so ashamed because I felt that way. I saw in a magazine a nativity scene so I took branches and I weaved and made for Jesus a home, placing that doll in the manger I made. I placed plastic animals and plastic people dressed in colorful clothes in the exhibit. I gave my Jesus, the doll swaddling clothes of many colors from the rag bed making leaf rooftop. This was my gift to Jesus! Though I forgot to get my nativity I built, years later, and it’s forever gone. My thoughts of Christmas remain the same. It’s better to give then receive. The greatest miracles and gift of Christmas is Love and Light Of Jesus! We must bring to others love and light. You can give your special family expensive presents but without true love and light, you have lost the true meaning of Christmas. If you do not truly give the gift of faith and hope the season is lost. No amount of money can bring you true happiness without the love and light of Jesus! Help others to achieve this blessing as well. Bring A Happy Christmas to all needing. This is a true story of one warrior and how he made a miracle happen in two lives, also second poem is a special poem of blessings of a warrior. Eltwinia (His Mother) And Eric Both Wish You All A Blessed Christmas. Eric is the hero in this year’s Christmas Poem! Eric is in Iraq this Christmas still being a hero! Pray for Him And All Comrades In Arms! This is his Christmas Miracle Birth Of Life! God Bless You All Johnny And I Wish You A Merry Christmas To All Of Our Worldwide And Home Family Remember The True Miracle Of Christmas Is In The Heart! Praying For All Love Ya Muahhhhhhhhh All Merry Christmas With Many Blessings Throughout the Year Poet Dorothy Sis www.bythehandofgod.com Johnny & Dorothy E. Scott Truly A Night Of Miracles Cold blistery winds cut through his heavy coat, Chilling his body to the bone. Another holiday spent on guard duty, Another warrior’s day away from his home. He gazed at the concealed ammunition dump, Checking for any lurking danger. He could hear the sound of rustling occasionally, Making his nerves feel jumpy at any noise. He looked at his watch through its night glow, He could see it was now Twelve A:M, Christmas Day! He would be on guard till Seven A:M, Facing the cold frigid night with only a comrade. He took time to thank God for His birth and His grace, Thinking of the warmness and his mother at his home, Adjusting his camouflaged woolen muffler around his neck, Seeking the comfort only it could give. Suddenly he heard crying and moaning in the distance, He called to his comrade “Watch over the ammunition dump,” As he silently went to investigate, Knowing it could be an ambush by the Taliban. His weapon shimmered from the moisture, As he leveled it to ready to fire, Releasing the safety to prepare, Careful to avoid any crunchy leaves on the ground. In the distance fluttering wings of some bird can be heard, Making the warrior feel more eerie. He again heard the weak crying and murmuring. It sounded like a woman in pain. He knew the enemy used women to ambush warriors, So he watched alertly for any peril about, Knowing the enemy was deceivers, Preferring the use of the innocent victims to conquer. He saw the helpless woman, lying on the ground. She had been so badly beaten, Many wounds all over her barely covered body. Her body was thrashing and in seizures. He quickly carried the lady to the ammunition dump, Knowing God was telling him to hurry. Backing back with his weapon kept on the scene, He returned to his guarding spot. He sent the other guard for the medic and the colonel. While he removed her bloody torn clothing, He noticed the lady was pregnant and had died. He had only minutes to save the baby from the same fate. Nervously he removed his soiled gloves, Retrieving his knife from its sheath. The cold icy air hit his exposed fingers, Making him violently shiver from the cold. He looked up to God and said, “Father, I Need Your Help Please!” I am just a warrior with only little medical training, But I must save this child of yours today! “Please guide my knife in every cut.” A peace settled over him, Giving him the ability to set the baby free. He lifted the blue still body from the mother. “Oh Lord! He cried, Bring life to him please!” He cleaned the little boy’s mouth and nose. A blood curdling cry entered the night, Joining his wept tears of happiness! The colonel and the medic arrived, The colonel praised him for his heroism. Gently he bundled up the baby with his own coat, And took his new son to the tent infirmary. Two miracles happened that Christmas, For the colonel had lost his only son in childbirth few days before, That night God had gave him a greater gift, A new son to love, nurture, and to raise as his own. They placed the deceased woman in a bag, Telling her, “ Two miracles happened this night. You had a son and God gave him a father, Truly a night of miracles in the frigidness of a cold war.” Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
Each year we do a special gift for our warriors overseas. We send them special Christmas cards! Remember our warriors overseas with prayer and if you have a gift you can give notify me. I have many who are trying to make a better Christmas and all holidays for our warriors over there and those hospitalized, who need our love and prayers too! Each year I give this poem in honor of our courageous warriors letting them know we care. They are truly loved. This year 2000 cards are being sent by a special marine wife, my adopted sis, Jessica, and also my partner in this book and hopefully many more, which is a gift to our warriors too. She and I, want to give her all to the world! She is awesome journalist and story writer and even poet too! Her daughter, Hope is an asset to us both. I love them both so much. They are a blessing to me. Hope writes too and awesome dedicated first grader with much love for our warriors and her own dad, a marine too. She sends her stories overseas to them.
This is my wishes and thoughts for our warriors so I thought I would share it with you! God Bless Ya All Love Ya All And Remember To Love All Too! Remember To Pray For Our Warriors Wherever They Are! Praying For You Poet Dorothy Sis Our Special Christmas Wish For Our Warriors On this holiday, Our Precious Warriors, We wish to embrace you with our appreciation, With poetry, gifts, and our love, Bestowing upon you our caring thoughts. The perilous sacrifices you endure, Away from your families this holiday season. The emotional and physical wounds you bear, All for the cost of our freedom. We raise our hand in salute to your bravery, Bestowing an honorable gesture, Showing our pride for your dedication, Giving you the greatest Medal Of Honor Of Humanity. Sending you our hugs and our forever adoration, Wherever you are stationed, In the hospital, on a base, or in the field, This Christmas Holiday season away from home. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
Rifle Of Freedom
I am standing in the shadows of the past, Where others have weaved their burial shroud. Many warriors have stood before in the sacred place, Carrying the same “Rifle Of Freedom,” so proud. Tomorrow may become my judgment day, When my hallowed soul leaves this earth, While earthly bound I can’t go astray, For every second I am walking in Christ. Around me peril seems to call out to me, A deathly warning penetrates the sensitive ear. In the shadows an enemy lurks evilly, Trying to draw me out with his fear. Night is approaching with a job to perform, As I strap on my protective gear very carefully. God’s armor is my greatest safety charm, While I battle with the Rifle Of Freedom. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
Wrangling Their Way To Heaven
Fire flew from the bridle of the spiritual stallions, Cowboy warriors wrangling their way to heaven. While thundering bolts of lightening flashed in the distance, Joining the imprint of many cowboy warriors gone before. Etched on their sacred saddles was a spiritual sword, The Saber of the Lord was branded. Fearsome cowboy warriors on their eternal journey, Where eternity’s jasper walls await for the bravest. Watching over their warrior comrades below, With Heaven’s lariat ready to ensnare. Their spiritual sabers are drawn in preparation, Watching over every freedom fighter. Wrangling their way to Heaven, Many cowboy warriors will tread eternity’s trail, Where many more warriors will follow someday, Their medal for their final battle won! Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
Victims Left In The Shadows
Slowly the warriors sneak in the darkened house, Watching for the insurgents waiting to pounce. An elderly lady was darning a woolen sock, Rocking in a homemade rocking chair. In the kitchen beautiful singing could be heard, A small frail lady with a head veil was cooking supper, Peeling some wilted vegetables in a wooden bowl. A grenade was lying on a rustic table. An alert insurgent was lighting his son’s birthday cake, Carrying in the crook of his arms a fully loaded automatic rifle. Around him on the floor were boxes of ammunitions, Revealing death’s destructive fatal play. Backing silently out of the house without firing a shot, The brave warriors recalled the scene before them, The young boy blowing out his birthday candles, While his mother prepared supper. The father guarded over his family, With the weapons of family destruction. Soon they would raid the house, Forever leaving victims left in the shadows. Elsewhere a warrior would be killed, Leaving a grieving family to cope, A young child without his father or mother, Many victims left in the shadows. War brings sorrow on the new day, Isolating many victims in its wake. The families of all sides will be lost in the shadows, Leaving behind tragedy on every perilous wind. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
Does The World Know What We Are Going Through
I watched my warrior buddies fall down in the heated sand, While the acrid gunpowder burned my sensitive nose. Gazing upon the blood-strewn land, I wonder if the world really knows, What we are going through. We have no tender hugs to console, No shoulders to hold our fearful tears. On a sorrowful journey we must go, A place where humanity has lost its battle many times, Where freedom is the cost for which we endure. Tomorrow I will witness the cruelty of tyranny, Each day I walk I will wonder! “Does the world know what I am going through?” Do they take time to say I care? Before I meet my destiny meant for me? Each moment carries an unsure death In this desert of a warriors distress, A place where hope buries its precious seed, Giving our warriors the courage to achieve, In the hostile war for freedom’s road. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
Have You Forgotten
Have you forgotten the dismay in our hearts, As we watched large foundations trickle to dust? How fear arose in our minds gazing upon the bodies strewn. Innocent blood screamed from the dying and injured? Have you forgotten the tragic day of bloodshed and terrorism, Elsewhere a flight was saved by the brave passengers and crew? Or the courageous efforts of the rescuers of humanity, Facing the numerous casualties of a political war? Have you forgotten the triumphs and tragedies of our warriors today, Children and families torn apart by the terroristic war, That bloodshed still stains the ground where freedom fears to tread, Many warriors are returning home with loss of mind, limb, and life? Have you forgotten the freedom we hold close, All the precious assets destroyed on September 11, 2001? How each day another warrior pays with dedication, his or her life, The world is waiting for a reprieve from terroristic threat. Have you forgotten how people bonded together to help, A wounded nation to strengthen again, Knowing these precious words of thought, Under God’s everlasting arms we will always rest? Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
BEYOND THE FOOTPRINTS
Bloodthirsty a war dragon issues another decree. The battle has started; bodies are soaked in gore. Innocent lives are taken, another part of history, Recorded in the books as many battles before. Army, Navy, Marines, Coast Guard, and Air Force, Soldiers of freedom are they all. Their bravery has altered the Communistic course, Causing the enemy to have a great fall. Not forgotten are the families, victims of war, Left to survive beyond the footprints left forever alone, Many lives were changed by the horrific battles of lore. The battle ground with soldiers' blood has been sown. Beyond the footprints pain is etched forever in memory. Countless soldier’s blood bought freedom without being bound. Many wear the scars of the battle after the reveille, Unable to shed the uniform after the final taps sound. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
INDEPENDENCE
Footprints left in history lead us onward, Our freedom was the victory bought, Precious blood was the record. Many perilous battles were fought. Independence was the cry heard throughout the land, Many brave warriors answered the battle call, Fighting the controlling dictator’s evil hand, Where many innocent victims always fall. Footprints of new soldiers still lead us onward. Our freedom is still being bought, The loss of lives is how victory is scored, Always another battle will be fought. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
ONLY GOD CAN SEE MY TEARS
I must stand fast on the battleground, On a rescue mission to recapture an air pilot downed. We are surrounded by many enemy dressed in blue. Fear has made me tremble inside anew. Only God can see my tears as I cry, Knowing many of my platoon will die. I hear the discharge of the machine gun, Much blood will be shed before this battle is won. A grenade is thrown at the machine gun crew, They barely knew when the gunpowder blew. My saddened eyes look around at the dead, Reaching down to touch the comrade who still bled. Only God sees my tears as I cry, In another place many more will die. Far-off I hear another machine gun’s deadly alarm, As I walk toward my captain shot in the right arm. Picking up my equipment I follow the bloody traill Weeping in my heart I knew I mustn’t fail. Only God could hear me when I cried, Looking upon the many soldiers who had died. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
On this special day July 1, Canada Day is celebrated once called Dominion Day till 1982.
I wrote this poem for this holiday. I wrote this for the many Canadians I know Betty Sis Penny Sis and Shana Sis and their families and for a very special boy, my Mason Betty’s grandson the new future. Love ya muahhhhhhhh Poet Dorothy Sis CANADIAN PRIDE We stand tall for our country with Canadian pride. In our hearts beat the true adoration felt. In World War II innocence insured our freedom’s abide. Many soldiers gave their lives to retain this precious veldt. Our voices sing our anthem filled with our country’s patriotism, Rejoicing in words our freedom and gratitude. Led not by any terrorists or communism, No one is allowed our Canadian pride to intrude. Majestic mountains and forests offer a pleasing domain, Granting a serenity and hope to the future generation. Our Canadian pride will never see any refrain, It will always leave a feeling of veneration. We will for our country always care, Our honor extending beyond any occasional blight. Our Canadian pride will always be the torch we bear. Proud soldiers protecting our country in any fight. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
THE SLAIN
The slain are sleeping, Lions in a new birth. Yet their blood is seeping, Staining the bullet-riddled earth. Mortar dust chokes the fresh air, The charge alarm is the disturbing sound. Another day in the enemy scare. From hidden foxholes soldiers bound. The slain are sleeping, On the enemy ground. Yet their blood has stopped seeping, Their eternal day has now been found. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
GREAT COURAGE
Always to be remembered for the attack led, Japan attacked Pearl Harbor with such cunning, Leaving it burning with over three thousand soldiers hurt or dead. Ships were slaughtered by bombs and Japanese fighters. In infamy to be remembered a dastard deed against our country. Caught unaware the devastation was so great, Sailors lay drifting in the waters shelled by the enemy. Many fell beyond the hands of fate. American leaders couldn’t see where the enemy would hit. Only that the Japanese was planning revenge. The soldiers stood true showing courage and spirit. Their tragic act was war's opening hinge. The doors were opened; America declared war sadly. Many more would die for the cause of freedom. Pearl Harbor will be remembered for the blow to our country. All the lives lost and injured can’t ever be replaced. Always to be remembered for the attack led, Japan attacked Pearl Harbor with such cunning, Great courage with the price of red, America’s fighting team will always be remembered. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
A CHRISTMAS SOLDIER
A Christmas Soldier has given up his holiday. To protect his country, Despite the danger involved, His wish is to stop tyranny. Mail call, no letter or presents from home. No Christmas tree with decoration. Noisy barracks fail to appease the homesick heart. No Christmas spirit of elation. No presents under the Christmas tree. Stockings hung filled with goodies in their toe, Or a dinner to satisfy the holiday hunger. No decorations for cheerful show. Some soldiers lay in foxholes on alert. Rations are their only meal. Peril is their bedside companion, No holiday comfort is the deal. Yet the greatest gift, A Christmas Soldier can give, Is his dedication to his country. Courageously he will give his life, To stop the innocent from tyranny. Merry Christmas 2002 To Our Soldiers! This poem is dedicated to our warriors now and veterans who have served, also to their families. God Bless You All Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009-2016 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
A Warrior’s Tears
Freedom’s road has been saturated in innocent blood. Tragically it is leaving behind many maimed forever. A warrior’s tears can be heard above the battle. He has become wounded for life by the enemy. The medics are racing to save every hero fallen. Some will come home to fight a new battle, Beating extreme odds to heal from their severe afflictions. Many have given their limbs for the cost of our freedom! They will shed many warrior tears on their new journey, Needing the aid of many caring personnel. They will need to build courage to even survive, For each new battle will be a continuous struggle. Bravely they fought each new battle call, Against the terrorist enemy destroying humanity. They did not refuse the fight for freedom, Giving up their physical life to achieve if necessary. Freedom’s road has been saturated in innocent blood. Tragically it is leaving behind many maimed forever. A warrior’s tears can be heard above the battle. He has become wounded for life by the enemy. Listen to his continual weeping in the stillness. He is being guided forward by the healing of The Lord. His journey will carry him over the searing sands of uncertainty, Through many hardships bearing the weight of stone. Pray for our wounded warriors! We will give them a precious gift to heal! It will help to cease another warrior’s tear somewhere, Heard from the continual battle of tyranny. Dorothy E. Scott - Warrior Poet For The Lord Jessica E. Reichert, Global Heart SF – Warrior Story Writer © Copyrighted 2015 A Warrior’s Tears Our warriors are coming home wounded with many physical challenges. This book is dedicated to all the warriors and their families, Who will always be fighting their own battle of freedom! 
Last Ride On The Angel Flight
The Lord’s angels were assembling in heaven to receive the fallen. The skies were lit up from the mortar fires. Innocent blood was trickling on the sandy ground. The rapid rifle fire in the distant never let up. Warriors were watching their bodies covered, Their helmets were placed on their weapons. Their boots were put in front to signify their last journey. They gazed upon the reddening horizon for their last time. It was time to take their last ride on the angel flight. They were going home to see their families one last time. They felt no pain in their extremities anymore. All the battle fatigue in their bones had vanished. Many more warriors would take their last ride on the angel flight. Their names would be placed on the wall, Honoring many other fallen heroes of war. They all had fought their final battle of freedom! Somewhere another fallen hero will take their last journey. Heaven will open to receive all of the fallen warriors, Making their last ride on The Lord’s angel flight, Their eternal journey to their new spiritual home. Dorothy E. Scott - Warrior Poet For The Lord Jessica E. Reichert, Global Heart SF – Warrior Story Writer © Copyrighted 2015-2016 Last Ride On The Angel Flight Our precious warriors are giving their lives in our battle for freedom. This book is dedicated to all the warriors and their families, Who gave their lives and family for the world to be free from tyranny! 
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