Saw a bumper sticker today that read,
"My schnoodle is smarter than your Honor Student"
to which my husband replied,
"Well, My Honor Student can take out your schnoodle at 900 yards!"

Semper Fi!

"If you don't stand behind our Troops, feel free to stand in front of them!"

Spent some time at the Elizabethtown Fair tonight: enjoyed the petting zoo (sheep, cows, goats, and my all-time favorite: alpacas).  Saw lots more animals and various displays (collected pens, calendars, little notepads, etc).
But the display area I connected with most was one for The United States Marine Corps.  All 4 of us were wearing our USMC sweatshirts, and introduced ourselves, saying "we have a son in Iraq right now." The immediate response was, "we're praying for him!" We were invited to take whatever we wanted off the display table "because," we were told by the Marine there, "you are part of the Family."  Grandma and Grandpa were enthusiastically invited to take water-bottles, bumper stickers, window decals, etc. because they too are "part of the Family."
We saw a USMC Hummer, and talked about how the one there (complete with speakers, key ignition, cloth seats, etc) differs from the ones over in Iraq (no key, no cloth, no radio, etc). We were assured with quiet sincerity again, "we are praying for your son."  We thanked them and went on our way.
After walking around the Fair Grounds for a while, we ended up back in that corner where I purposely stopped once again. Seeing the man in his camouflage fatigues who had assured us of their prayers, I approached him,  "...Since I can't hug my son..... um, can I hug you?"  With open arms he said, "Sure!!" and gave me a hug that was solid and assuring, bringing on a bout of tears I haven't cried since Daniel left over a half year ago.  
With tears dripping down my cheeks I choked out an almost silent Thank you."
He said "you're welcome!" and assured me again of his prayers.

I felt blessed, bolstered, supported, like "part of the Family."
God bless the Corps. God bless the "Family"