Military Support

Remembering 9/11 With Art

These pieces are by my friend Jimmy in L. A.

This is the main piece which is approximately 60″ x 120″. It is made of plywood, cardboard, burlap, metal and lots of paint. The flag in the center is the one which I put out front of my house on the morning of 9/11/2001 and kept it there proudly for one year straight/day & night. The image of the Twin Towers is one which I found on the Internet and used it because of the strong/old school/black & white quality to it.
This piece hangs over the window of my daughter’s room in the front of our home.
I’m planning on keeping the display up for 10 days (one day for each year since 9/11)
This photo is taken from the street. You can see the main piece and in the forefront a smaller piece which has the names of those who died on 9/11. It sits on the edge of our lawn just a few feet from the sidewalk.
A tighter photo which has the names of those who died on 9/11 on a piece made out of fence board approximately 32″ x 39″ and painted white. It is topped by 3 plants in white vases setting on 3 white bricks.

This article is also posted at Liberatchik.

Happy 4th of July, 2011

I just got back from Oxford, Georgia where I painted some horses for the parade today. I only have a few pictures right now because I forgot my camera, but the folks I worked with will be sending more soon.

I hope everyone has a happy and safe holiday. Don’t forget the folks who keep us safe and free to celebrate our nation and enjoy time with our families. Also, take a moment to reflect on the historic significance of the holiday and the sacrifices that were made to declare independence for America; and more importantly, to preserve it.

Happy 4th all!

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Frances Byrd is the National Director of, a conservative political artist and blogger. Her art can be viewed at Frances will be representing Liberatchik at a booth at the Freedom Jamboree in Kansas City September 28 – October 2, 2011.

The Healing Waters Documentary Project

About this project

The Film

“Healing Waters” is the uplifting story of the resilient and inspirational recovering active duty military service members and veterans of Project Healing Waters. The film will provide an inside look at the organizations roots, profile the founder, participants and volunteers as well as document its astonishing growth and powerful results in transforming the hearts and lives of some of our Nations Finest.

Three years ago I was filming a television show in Virginia and attended a Project Healing Waters outing on the Rose River. That was the first time I saw these incredible soldiers taking part in this innovative program. I was fascinated as I watched these wounded warriors, some of which had just returned from the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, some of them veterans of Viet Nam, as they made their way into the water on crutches, carried by volunteers, and even in wheelchairs to fish the Rose. There were amputees and many bearing the scars and the trauma of roadside IEDs using improvised devices to hold fly rods in place and even a young Sergeant who had lost his arm using his teeth to retrieve the line. I witnessed the positive change in their mood and demeanor as they lost themselves in Mother Nature. I was both moved and inspired…

Frances Byrd is the National Director of, a conservative political artist and blogger. Her art can be viewed at Frances will be representing Liberatchik at a booth at the Freedom Jamboree in Kansas City September 28 – October 2, 2011.

Purple Heart Anglers Spring Benefit BBQ Dinner

Purple Heart Anglers
Spring Benefit BBQ Dinner
Tri Tip, Chicken and the Fixn’s
Purple Heart Anglers
Disabled Veterans Hunting, Fishing and Other Outdoor Events
6-11pm SATURDAY, APRIL 2, 2011
MRPS Social Hall
133 North Grant Avenue, Manteca CA. 95336
DOOR PRIZE: Henry Golden Boy 22 LR Firearm

WWII T-6 Texan Fighter Plane ride. (Hold on)!
Korean War Spotter Plane ride. (Go on a spotter mission over Calif.)!
Custom fishing Equipment!
Hunting and fishing trips!

For the $1.00 Raffle
Hunting and Fishing Items

For the $25.00 Grand Prize Raffle
A Custom Purple Heart Anglers Weatherby Rifle

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Dinner for eight (8) guests and a Sponsor’s name placard displayed as a centerpiece on the table. Each of the eight (8) guests will receive 100 $1.00 raffle tickets, 3 $25.00 tickets for the Grand Prize. The table sponsor will be included on all lists of Event sponsors either as a business or individual. Additionally, a Henry Golden Boy 22 LR firearm will be awarded to one of the eight guests at the sponsor’s table. Selection of this winner will be via random drawing among those eight guests.

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Troop Support at Walter Reed

A week from now I will be getting on the road to DC for CPAC. One of the things I plan to do while I am there is to attend the troop support rally at Walter Reed next Friday. I was present for the rally on 9/11 2009 when I went to DC for the first time. It was a very moving experience and I am looking forward to returning.

This week, I made a sign to thank our troops as they go by in the bus that takes them out for the evening. I am looking forward to meeting new people and showing support for those who have given so much to keep us free. If you’re planning to attend, keep an eye out for me.

This post was written for Liberatchik and Anystreet.

Liberty Rising Tour – Liberty Let’s Roll is Heading for Montgomery

Dear Friends & Family,

As the RV’s generator purrs under me, we are parked outside a Synagogue in Jackson, Mississippi where Rabbi Yosef Lynn Boleware, a former Professional Bull Rider, race car driver and Bounty Hunter, welcomed us (sight unseen) into his congregation.  Earlier we were invited to join him, wife, daughter and mother-in-law  for their (my first ever) Sabbath feast where we  laughed, toasted and celebrated this ancient time of remembrance to rest in God’s work.  I was struck by the simple observance at sunset of lighting candles, their genuine  love  and hospitality shown toward strangers!

How can we ever forget Louisiana?! Embraced and pampered by a darling family in Baton Rouge with invitations to go out on their houseboat on the Mississippi River, it required steely focus to decline and get back on the road.  However, that was not before being treated to a delicious Cajun dinner compete with succulent gator appetizers, music by a banjo/accordian band and two step dancing.  Their extra special attention to caring for us also included luxurious bed’s to sleep on overnight.   Their darling and independent 14 year old daugther, a.k.a. One Shot because of her hunting prowess, left an encouraging note thanking the Liberty Tour’s inspirational artwork.  She was not the only one that was motivated to move in the direction of their creative dreams because of the variety of work we exhibit.  It is so gratifying to observe how this simple traveling exhibit is effecting people.  Even at gas stations and Walmart parking lots, when I am unable to haul out the work, just hearing about it and seeing the portfolio of artists is enough.  One such woman, a reporter out of a small town between Baton Rouge and Jackson, was deeply moved.  After her lengthy interview for their newspaper, I had the opportunity to ask about herself and what her dreams were.  After listening to her passion for fiber arts, she interjected “y’all came out here jus fer me! I needed to see what’s possible and how yewr following yer dream so  I won’t let mawn die”  Then she added,”When I git this story printed, y’all are going to have the entire town prayin’ fer yew”  She talked softly in a gentle manner that needed no exclamation points to feel her genuine passion and determination to follow through with the spark that was ingited.

How can I omit the mention of the mother of quadruplets with all four of’m in tow, who tracked us down for photos in a gas station parking lot while another man spontaneously embraced me with a big ole grin and a “Thank you!”  There is no doubt that we are traveling through some parts of the country where prejudice lingers so when we time and again see that wall come down it is so beautiful.  I wonder now looking back at how passerbies are affected at seeing the hugs and handshakes that cross culturally acceptable barriers.

The most dramatic interaction occurred on our seventh circuit around Baton Rouge’s Capitol building.  There was a group of highschool age kids playing soccer in the Capitol Park grounds.  They stopped playing as we passed by for the previous six (silently praying) circuits so that on the seventh when we laid on the horn with shouts of “liberty, freedom” as blaring music rose from the open windows of the RV, they  began running and leaping toward us in one huge pack!  After handing them post cards, brochures and  water they all clambored onto Liberty’s trailer for a slow, short ride down the street toward their bus where one young man informed us he was going to pass the information along to his teacher.  Revisiting that scene, one image strikes me.  With Beverly’s dark arm waving freedom from one side of the RV and my white one  raised for liberty, we are giving a picture to others of how our love of freedom can unite us.

We spent the night in D’Lo Waterpark just south of Jackson before taking off toward Montgomery, Alabama.  This was the result of accepting an invitation from the Rabbi to join their Sukkot (Feast of Tabernacles) celebrations.  They have been so unbelievably hospitable and invited me to give a presentation to their congregation and Beverly to sing at the close of their Sabbath service yesterday.  Afterwards, we were peppered with questions and expressions of gratitude.  One woman, who was especially encouraging shared, “Thank you for your encouragement,  you have bleseds me so much,  I want to weld but didn’t think a woman could do that”  Another gentlemen asked if he could have some women in their congregation make some Tzi Tzits (blue and white  braided cords) for the Liberty Trailer so that they could bless us and be a part of what we are doing.  Out in the parking lot the Rabbi and one of the elders climbed up on Liberty’s Trailer and blew the Shofar (Ram’s horn) and draped his prayer shawl over Liberty’s shoulders as another way to honor us (!).

The News Editor for The Magee Courier for Simpson County just left after taking copious notes from an in depth interview.  He informed us that we are parked along the section of river where the “siren” scene from O! Brother Where Art Thou was filmed.   We caught a frog in the ladies room last night that looked exactly like the horny toad from that scene.

We are now off to share lunch with our new friends, The Rabbi and his congregation before heading out for Montgomery, Alabama.  What awaits us here?

Love & Liberty,

Irene & Beverly
PS the latest photos from our experiences in Louisiana and Mississippi will be posted on Facebook soon.

Liberty Let’s Roll! Tour 2010
“Liberty Rising

Liberty Let’s Roll is Passing Through Louisiana

Here’s the latest on Liberty Let’s Roll 2010:
Because the itinerary is loosely constructed to allow for impromptu invitations (one of which occurred last night and we’re waiting for a call from the department head in the art department at McNeese State University) we are a bit behind schedule.  However, if things go at the pace we are making now we should arrive in Tallahasse on September 30 and Atlanta by Oct 2 or 3rd.  That’s the best I can tell you at the moment will keep you informed! Liberty or Bust!


…If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams,
and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined,
he will meet with success unexpected in common hours.
Henry David Thoreau

Liberty Unplugged

A profound appreciation for personal freedom continues to motivate the Liberty Let’s Roll Tours nine years after the artist’s original inspiration on 9/11.  It embarks on cross country exhibitions with the purpose to engage public dialogue about freedom. The provocative pose of this cast bronze sculpture communicates specific characteristics of freedom. Masculine legs and large feet are given to the female figure of  Lady Liberty to reveal the strength, courage and fierceness of a mother’s heart when called to protect her children.   Awakened to personal responsibility through the actions of Todd Beamer on UA flight 93, Deely has committed to honoring the life of men and women like him through art.  Her goal is to encourage others through visual mediums to embrace the freedom to pursue their own unique creative efforts in passing liberty to the next generation.  The 2010 tour, Liberty Rising includes the work of other artists inspired by freedom.  Deely plans to continue this effort as long as people yearn for liberty.

“You cannot build character and courage
by taking away people’s initiative and independence.”

Abraham Lincoln

Liberty Lets Roll
Liberty Rising Tour 2010

Tentative Tour Schedule.
Dates Still available for Public and Private Showings
For Booking Info:

Contact Cliff by e-mail by clicking here or call Cliff at 251-975-8480

Liberty Rising 2010
Southeastern Capitol Cities Tour

September 18– Oct 13

(San Antonio, TX – Washington, D.C.)

Sept. 18-22  (Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi)

  • San Antonio, TX (Randolph AFB)
  • Austin, TX
  • Baton Rouge, LA
  • Jackson, MS

Sept 23-29 (Alabama, Florida)

  • Montgomery, AL
  • Pensacola, FL (Pensacola NAS)
  • Tallahasse, FL

Sept. 30-Oct 6 (Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina)

  • Atlanta GA
  • Columbia, SC
  • Charlotte to Myrtle Beach (Possible escort by American Legion Riders)
  • Raleigh, NC

Oct. 7-13  (Virginia,  Maryland, Delaware, Washington,DC)

  • Richmond, VA
  • Newport News/Virginia Beach (Norfolk NS Navy Station)
  • Annapolis, Maryland (Fort Meade)
  • Dover, DE (Dover AFB)
  • Washington DC

Oct. 1-5 (Northeastern route for return trip to Boise – no planned stops)

*italicized  state capitols above will include a motorcade circling the cities seven times with the seventh circuit accompanied by horn honking and joyfull shouts in celebration of freedom. Please watch for exact times and meeting points to be posted here or call Irene for more details:  208-703-6461


Liberty Sailing July 25 2008


Liberty & The Freedom Arch in St. Louis


Liberty in Washington D.C. 2008

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MachinePolitick is proud to be a participating artist on this year’s tour. I have contributed my Liberty 1886 painting for the exhibition.

Liberty Rising Tour – Austin

Dear Friends and Family following the Liberty Rising Tour,
Narrowly side swiping an economy pick-up as we almost missed our exit to Austin out of San Antonio, I seriously inquired of God, “Are You sure I should be doing this?!”  Bob had been following in a rental car to escort us as far as he could until his exit to the airport, witnessed the debacle.  The whole thing was ridiculous because I had just prayed that I would not do anything stupid before departing to make him worry.  Apparently God chooses cracked pots and wanted to make sure Bob would know exactly how to pray for us!
Honking our final farewell after answering a  brief call from my ever patient husband who reminded me  of driver safety, etiquette and rules of- the-road.  It took me a while to settle into driving the 28’ rig pulling an 18’, 4400 pound Liberty (she’s one big hunk of burning love!).  The trip from San Antonio to Austin was barely more than an hour and just another 20 minutes from the city center to The Austin Vineyard where we were invited to set up our art exhibition.  We arrived an hour before the appointed time which allowed some luxurious down time as we had committed to fasting and prayer on the eve on Yom Kippur.  I know  this sounds very strange but it was something both Beverly and I were led to do since it dove-tailed so coincidentally (?!) with the eve of Liberty’s mission…repentance, forgiveness and embracing the astounding freedom that only our Creator can orchestrate.
Pastor Jeff Newman, Austin Vineyard’s founder,  greeted us with a broad smile and little Ruby, a.k.a “The Rubester” (miniature Terrior?)  tucked under his big burly arms.  Shaking my hand enthusiastically through the window of the RV, Jeff invited us in to his church’s  welcoming foyer.   The  large spacious interior oozed “welcome” with comfy overstuffed leather couches, soft throw pillows and expansive windows that invited the oak trees from the 8 acre grounds  right-on-in with us.  It was the aromatic aromas of fresh brewed coffee that sealed his heartfelt hospitality.  Pastor Newman’s instant trust and invitation to help ourselves to whatever we needed gave us a sense of
complete acceptance – literally sight unseen – into his open-armed world.  Feeling loved, respected and honored, I set about setting up the art exhibition while Beverly prepared our first meal at the end of  our 24 hour fast.
While Jeff asked us to sit down to get acquainted a man an woman appeared at the door with camera dangling from the man’s neck.  Mark & Heidi Tucker had been alerted to our Arrival in Austin and had once lived in Boise, Idaho.  He was there to photograph our experience from start to finish.  But no only that they both stayed to help unload, unwrap, set up and rewrap load and escort us the next day around the Capitol building!
Later that evening after a quick trip to a local Walmart for supplies we hadn’t expected to need as I had not counted on an indoor exhibition, I headed into the Foyer for some uninterrupted space to organize the art work.
We had Lined the work up randomly against couches and over stuffed chairs and it was now my task to find some logical sequence to the 14 individual creations submitted for the Liberty Rising exhibition.  It was astounding  (I foresee that I will be in this constant state of amazement now that I’m walking into what this Tour is about)  how one artist’s work led into the other.  I had no idea how perfect the sequence was!  That can only be God!  It ministered to me…now would it speak to those we came for?….as I interlocked each work to zig zag across 26’ of white draped tables.
I locked the door as deep night set in and looked at the half moon over Austin – expectant and down right hungry!  Although, I must say, the time of denying my body of its usual pleasures had heightened my sensitivity to beauty of all kinds – most notably (in this instance) the wide expanse of stars that were now shining through the gnarly limbs of oak trees that tickled the eves of  the building which now  housed the expression of 14 gifted artists.
Yellow light from our RV  (parked conveniently close to the rear delivery doors of a strip mall where we were able to pirate ten cents worth of power to keep our little home cool through this early September  Texas night) glowed a celebratory invitation.   Weary from driving, maneuvering Liberty into place, hauling art work  back and forth from storage space to building and wondering what the heck I was doing, instantly evaporated when I opened the door  to our “home-on-the-go”.  A shimmering candle, chilled bottle of Champagne and elegant meal (prepared in a kitchen the size of  a broom closet) was spread out on a small drop-down table.   For an instant I connected with the strong men in my life (especially my gallant husband) who goes out every day to face whatever he must in order to provide not only the basics but the luxuries that he knew would make his bride happy.   It took my breath away.  While I hauled, unwrapped  and labeled artwork, Beverly had cooked the perfect meal to celebrate the love and freedom that had staked its claim on our lives.
Morning wedged thin beams onto my pillow early the next morning.  It  was a gentle awakening for the first day of this third Liberty Tour.  Peace and rest followed  during the last minute and somewhat harried preparations to exit our “bus” with some semblance of present-ability…then, the blessing began like drinking from a fire hydrant.
Hydrant #1: forgive me for the inability to remember names but what God has given me is the vivid memory of a person’s spirit (thank you!).  She rolled up to me on her chariot, delicate legs dangling exquisitely beautiful and perfect.  As she drew closer and her hands gripped the wheels of the chair she regally sat upon, the first thing I noticed was the intensity of her pale blue eyes contrasted against a halo of  coppery curls about her face.  She was inquiring  and engaged, albeit not instantly embracing the visual message we had brought.   That was okay – mission accomplished as we conversed openly and honestly from a place where the Spirit moves.
Hydrant #2:  Dark eyes, short, curly black hair….14 years old.  Questioning…open…”That’s nice”  responses to my  answers from his questions.  Vulnerable, searching, with wonderful youthful intensity.
Hydrant #3:  Sudden appearance out of a torrential  (and cleansing) rain that fell during the sixth circuit around the Austin State Capitol, a woman boarded the RV after her street side call “Are you Irene?”  She had walked the capitol seven times on her own when she heard what we were doing and had just completed the seventh when we arrived for our first.  We have dubbed her the “Praying  Lady”.  After inviting her onboard and a brief introduction, she asked if she could pray as we continued our seven circuits.  Her depth of passion in what we were undertaking was an enormous encouragement as she spoke effortlessly to the same God we serve….repentance for herself and for our nation and its people.
Hydrant #4:  Gifted photog and energetic wife….ready…willing to do the most menial of tasks…sending out press releases, tearing down, loading art work, escort to capitol….encouragement galore!
Hydrant #5  Jeff Newman, big heart,  trust in God’s work in individual hearts, nurturing, encouraging, generous…..affirming that our work is significant and effective.   God Bless his work and the people he shepherds.
For lack of time and space these are only five of the first that come to mind after an overwhelming day of stepping onto Liberty’s path.  There were many more!
As I sit here and attempt to take it all in, I find it impossible to relate the profound sense of grace that undergirds this effort….which is really no effort…it is my privilege and joy to follow the road  that is set before me.  I highly recommend following the dream implanted in your heart for it is in the process of reaching for it that an astounding intimacy with your Creator may be found.   It is there that true liberty is found.
There is so much more I could write about…the ministry that Beverly’s songs had to two people in particular who took away messages  that motivate them into action and all the others who touched us and were impacted personally through the art work.   Each work spoke in significant and meaningful ways to someone…it was so powerful!!  But it’s nearly one AM and tomorrow’s demands require me to sleep….it will be sweet!
Liberty Rising?
Oh yes it is… if you choose to embrace it!!
Irene& Beverly
PS  photos are posted on Facebook (liberty lets roll) of these first two days and more will follow of the exhibition.  We love to hear from you there!

Liberty Let’s Roll! Tour 2010
“Liberty Rising”

“With You All the Way!” Deployment Kit for Military Children

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Remembering on 9/11

Marine Staff Sgt. Lawrence E. Dean II

and she called…
Blacks, Whites…wait
African Americans and Caucasians, Asians, excuse me.
Vietnamese, Philippines, Koreans and Jamaicans or
Haitians, waitin’ Hispanics y’all.

Please be patient
Mexican, Puerto Ricans, Venezuelan, Cuban, Dominican, Panamanian, Democrats
I beg your pardon, you partied with the late, great Reagan?
Republican, Independent, Christian, Catholic,
Methodist, Baptist, 7th Day Adventist, 5 Percenters,
Hindu, Sunni Muslim, Brothers and Sisters who never seen the New York City
skyline when the twin towers still existed.
But still she called.

From the bowels of Ground Zero she sent this 911 distress signal.
Because she was in desperate need of a hero,
and didn’t have time to decipher what to call ‘em,
so she called ‘em all her children.
The children of the stars and bars who needed to know
nothing more than the fact that she called.
The fact that someone attempted to harm us
this daughter who covered us all with her loving arms.
And now these arms are sprawled across New York City streets.
A smoke filled lung, a silt covered face,
and a solitary tear poured out of her cheek.
Her singed garments, carpets, Pennsylvania Avenue
and the Pentagon was under her feet.
As she began to talk, she began to cough up small particles of debris
and said, “I am America, and I’m calling on the land of the free.”
So they answered.

All personal differences set to the side
because right now there was no time to decide
which state building the Confederate flag should fly over,
and which trimester the embryo is considered alive,
or on our monetary units, and which God we should confide.
You see, someone attempted to choke the voice
of the one who gave us the right for choice,
and now she was callin’.
And somebody had to answer.
Who was going to answer?

So they did.
Stern faces and chiseled chins.
Devoted women and disciplined men,
who rose from the ashes like a phoenix
and said “Don’t worry, we’ll stand in your defense.”
They tightened up their bootlaces
and said goodbye to loved ones, family and friends.
They tried to bombard them with the “hold on”,
“wait-a-minute’s”, and “what-if’s”.
And “Daddy, where you goin’?”.
And, “Mommy, why you leavin’?”.
And they merely kissed them on their foreheads
and said “Don’t worry, I have my reasons.
You see, to this country I pledged my allegiance
to defend it against all enemies foreign and domestic.
So as long as I’m breathin’, I’ll run though hellfire,
meet the enemy on the front lines,
look him directly in his face,
stare directly in his eyes and scream,

And if by chance death is my fate,
pin my medals upon my chest,
and throw Old Glory on my grave.
But, don’t y’all cry for me.
You see, my Father’s prepared a place.
I’ll be a part of his Holy army standing a watch at the Pearly Gates.
Because freedom was never free.
POWs, and fallen soldiers
all paid the ultimate sacrifice
alongside veterans who put themselves in harms way.
Risking their lives and limbs just to hold up democracy’s weight,
but still standing on them broken appendages
anytime the National Anthem was played.
You see, these were the brave warriors that gave me the right
to say that I’m Black. Or white.


African American or Caucasian,
I’m Asian, excuse me.
I’m Vietnamese, Philippine, Korean, or Jamaican.
I’m Haitian, Hispanic

Y’all, Please be patient.
I’m Mexican, Puerto Rican, Venezuelan, Cuban,
Dominican, Panamanian, Democrat
I beg your pardon, you see I partied with the late, great Reagan.
I’m Republican, Independent, Christian, Catholic,
Methodist, Baptist, 7th Day Adventist, 5 Percenters,
Hindu, Sunni Muslim,

Brothers and Sisters We’re just Americans.
So with that I say
“Thank You” to the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines,
for preserving my rights
to live and die for this life
and paying the ultimate price for me to be…FREE!

A Salute to Vietnam Veterans

August 16, 2010

Thirty five years ago, Vietnam Veterans returned home from an unpopular war without the respect that our nation and our citizens afford those men and women returning today from Iraq and Afghanistan.

American Veterans, regardless of where they fight, risk their lives for the people of the United States. So, why have many Vietnam Veterans been treated disrespectfully, or with disregard? The politics of the Vietnam Conflict were beyond the responsibility of soldiers, nurses and countless others who served their country in Vietnam.

Although we can not change the past, what we can do is honor the brave men and women that defended our freedom today!

Heartland Chambers Alliance Announces Plan for Vietnam Veterans Welcome Home Celebration

August 2010 will bring a monumental and historical event to the Heartland of Kentucky, thanks to a joint effort between the Chambers of Commerce in Hardin County and the leadership of Fort Knox. Today, the Heartland Chambers Alliance announces an exciting celebration leading up to the 2010 Heartland Festival.

Thank You From The Heartland-A Salute to Vietnam Veterans will take place August 26-29 and the Heartland Chambers Alliance is proud and thrilled to coordinate this long overdue recognition for Vietnam veterans and their families.

Click Here For More Information or to Register a Vietnam Veteran

Vets suspect Agent Orange dangers passed down to kids

Bobbie and Philip Morris have never heard their daughter speak.

Born with diseases that baffled her doctors, Dara Rae Morris has lived for 37 years in silence. Mentally and physically challenged, she has three leaks in her heart.

“She doesn’t say ‘I love you’ or ‘Mom and Dad,’ but she knows …” Bobbie Morris said, her voice trailing off.

Dara Rae Morris spent the first 15 years of her life mostly hospitalized, undergoing open heart surgery and other procedures. During a hospital visit last fall, doctors found more leaks in her heart and told her parents they believe that fixing them would be too much for her to endure.

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Despite War Wounds, 3 US Vets Climb Kilimanjaro

Three U.S. war veterans who lost their legs in Vietnam, Afghanistan or Iraq, have hiked, crawled and clawed their way to the summit of Mount Kilimanjaro atop five prosthetic legs and only one good leg among them.

The trio took six days to climb Africa’s tallest mountain, 19,340 feet high, as part of the Warfighter Sports Challenge, a series of extreme sports events for permanently disabled veterans. They topped Kilimanjaro in Tanzania over the weekend and scrambled down — what some call the toughest part, especially on prosthetics — on Wednesday.

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