Michael Reagan Fallen Heroes Poster Collection #3

This poster #3 contains the most recent portraits of Fallen Heroes that have been presented to the families by artist Michael Reagan at no charge through the foundation and organization that Mr Reagan has set up. Please visit www.fallenheroesproject.org for more information.

If you know of a family who has suffered the loss of a Fallen Hero, please contact Mr. Reagan so he may have the opportunity of presenting them with a special portrait of their loved one.

Thank You & God Bless,
Judi

Michael Reagan Fallen Heroes Poster Collection #2

This poster contains the second group of the 960+ portraits of Fallen Heroes that have been created by Michael Reagan and presented free of charge to the families of these men and women who gave their lives for our freedom and our country - not to mention the freedom they brought to thousands of others who did not even know what freedom was!

God Bless Our Troops - God Bless Michael Reagan for the beautiful gift he is giving to the families of our Fallen Heroes.

Judi

Michael Reagan Fallen Heroes Poster Collection #1

This is the first poster "collage" of Fallen Hero portraits by Michael Reagan. He has just released his third poster. Check here for posters number 2 and 3.

PORTAITS OF FALLEN HEROES CREATED AND GIVEN TO FAMILIES BY WORLD CLASS ARTIST MICHAEL REAGAN - PORTRAIT ARTIST TO PRESIDENTS AND CELEBRITIES

After after a most prosperous career spent in creating portraits of presidents, celebrities and wildlife, Mr. Reagan has closed his profitable studio and is devoting his life work to providing portraits of fallen heroes at no cost to their families. Letter after letter from family members contain comments on how Mr. Reagan, a Viet Nam Vet himself, has captured features that only they could have recognized in their loved one and how his portraits have brought life and happy memories back into their homes. Go to the at the artist’s website at www.fallenheroesproject.org to read just a portion of these beautiful letters and the story of how Mr. Reagan came to doing these portraits. This is a unique, special story of dedication, love and faith.

If you know of anyone who has suffered the loss of a Fallen Hero, please contact Michael Reagan so he may have the opportunity to bring them some peace and more with the gift of a very special, world class portrait of their loved one. Contact information for Mr. Reagan is listed below.


Clifford Adams Spohn

Hello Mike,

I just wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart. You truly are an amazing artist that has a talent far greater then words could even describe. I was completely compelled when I opened the picture you drew of my hero, my husband. And the look on my daughters face light up when she saw the drawing. And even more amazing is out of the group of photo's I sent to you. You choose the families especially mine and my daughters favorite picture of him. And I never once led you to knowing that was the favorite out of the group of them. So that in it's self was so touching, makes me wonder if my husband was sitting along side of you telling you to draw that one. And believe this or not, I was looking through the legion magazine just two days before I received your portrait and was sitting and reading an article about your work and your promise to give these soldiers an eternal life through your drawings. And you have locked in this single portrait my husband who will forever be living an eternal life. Thank You so much, and saying that I know I could never repay you or say thank you enough for giving this gift to me and my daughter to look at and remember the good times a chance to smile a little more. And all because of a drawing, who would have ever thought a drawing could touch someone so much. Thank you again...

Sincerely,

Amanda Spohn


Matthew Emerson

You are phenomenal! My husband opened your envelope last night and burst into tears. In looking at the drawing, it is as if Matt is about to speak to us—the features are so perfect, accurate, and lifelike. You captured him perfectly! We heard many reports about your work, but never dreamed it could be so unbelievably like a photo rather than a drawing. I have looked and looked at the drawing, first of all trying to figure out what medium was used—looks like charcoal, pencil, and possibly some pen/ink—not sure. But knowing you started with a blank canvas, leaving space for white and with the stroke of a “tool”, you have reproduced our son’s likeness on that canvas, well—it’s beyond us to understand how you do it.

Forever grateful,
Ginger & L.J. Emerson
Parents of CPL Matthew J Emerson


Jason Lantieri

Dear Mike,

My family and I would like to thank you from the bottom of our hearts for
taking the time to sketch our fallen hero Jason Lantieri. I cannot find
the words to express how touched I was when I received his portrait. When
I read how others were thanking you for bringing their fallen heroes'
spirits back into their homes, I was wondering if that would happen to
me. It certainly did - you captured Jason's charm, love and poise, as
well as so many other precious qualities that made him the special person
that he was. You also captured that mischievous twinkle in his eye that
only he possessed! The tears flowed freely once I opened it, but they
were tears of joy, love and comfort from Jason's spirit. That a man of
your talent would take the time to do this for my family and I is
humbling, and we will forever be grateful to you for sharing your gifts
with us and for comforting us in our time of need. Your love for God, for
country and for fellow man is greatly appreciated, and returned to you.
Thank you again!

with love,
Maryanne (Lantieri) Healy and family


Michael G. Reagan, Artist/President
"I will never forget"
The Michael G. Reagan Portrait Foundation
www.fallenheroesproject.org
19410 Hwy 99 Ste A
PMB 136
Lynnwood, WA 98036
Email: mikier@comcast.net

Mr. Reagan has finished over 960 portraits, but his goal is to present one to the family of every Fallen Hero. This is a true gift from the heart. If you can help this artist to reach out to a family of a Fallen Hero, please do so. As you can tell by reading the letters, every one of these portraits have meant so much as soon as the families see their loved one drawn with Michael's special touch.

Thank You for any help you can provide. Thank God for the talented and loving people He has placed here to help others of us when we are in need. God Bless You, Michael!
Judi & Jeff

Twas The Night Before ... In A Soldier's Small House

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,

HE LIVED ALL ALONE,

IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF

PLASTER AND STONE.


I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY

WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,

AND TO SEE JUST WHO

IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.


I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,

A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,

NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,

NOT EVEN A TREE.


NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,

JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,

ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES

OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.


WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,

AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,

A SOBER THOUGHT

CAME THROUGH MY MIND.


FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,

IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,

I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,

ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.


THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,

SILENT, ALONE,

CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR

IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.


THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,

THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,

NOT HOW I PICTURED

A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.


WAS THIS THE HERO

OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?

CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,

THE FLOOR FOR A BED?


I REALIZED THE FAMILIES

THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,

OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS

WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.


SOON ROUND THE WORLD,

THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,

AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE

A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.


THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM

EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,

BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,

LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.


I COULDN'T HELP WONDER

HOW MANY LAY ALONE,

ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE

IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.


THE VERY THOUGHT

BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,

I DROPPED TO MY KNEES

AND STARTED TO CRY.


THE SOLDIER AWAKENED

AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,

"SANTA DON'T CRY,

THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;


I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,

I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,

MY LIFE IS MY GOD,

MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."


THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER

AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,

I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,

I CONTINUED TO WEEP.


I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,

SO SILENT AND STILL

AND WE BOTH SHIVERED

FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.


I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE

ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,

THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR

SO WILLING TO FIGHT.


THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,

WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,

WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,

IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."


ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,

AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,

AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."

According to the email, this poem was written by a Marine stationed in
Okinawa Japan.

May God watch over all of our military members, past and present, and their families. May every American take a moment on Christmas, Hannakah, Kwanza or whatever holiday they celebrate to say a prayer of thanks for these very special men and women who volunteer to protect our country and our freedom. Better yet, may every American say a prayer every day for our Heroes of Freedom and their families.
Judi & Jeff

A Christmas Poem To Be Shared With All

A Different Christmas Poem - To Share With All You Know


The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,

I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.

My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,

My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.


Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,

Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,

Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.


My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,'

Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.

In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,

So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.



The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,

But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.

Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the

sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.


My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,

And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,

A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.



A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,

Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.

Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,

Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,

"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!

Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,

You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"



For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,

Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light

Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,

I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."

"It's my duty to stand at

the front of the line,

That separates you from the darkest of times.


No one had to ask or beg or implore me,

I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.

My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"

Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."

My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',

And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while,

But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.



Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,

The red , white , and blue ... an American flag.

I can live through the cold and the being alone,

Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,

I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.

I can carry the weight of killing another,

Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..

Who stand at the front against any and all,

To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."



"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,

Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."

"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,

"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?


It seems all too little for all that you've done,

For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,

"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.

To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,

To stand your own watch, no matter how long.

For when we come home, either standing or dead,

To know you remember we fought and we bled.

Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,

That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."


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PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many

people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit

is due to our U.S.service men and women for our being able to

celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a

tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes,

living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.


LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN

30th Naval Construction Regiment

OIC, Logistics Cell One

Al Taqqadum, Iraq

Winter Storm Knocks United We Roll Off The Air

DUE TO THE ICE STORM HITTING THE MIDDLE OF THE COUNTRY TODAY, WE WILL NOT BE ABLE TO GO LIVE WITH THE UNITED WE ROLL WORLD TOUR SHOW. THE STORM HAS TAKEN DOWN ELECTRICAL POWER TO THE STARDUST RADIO STATION AND TO THE INTERNET.

PLEASE JOIN US NEXT TUESDAY 3PM - 5PM CENTRAL TIME!

FOR EVERYONE CAUGHT IN THE PATH OF THIS WINTER STORM, WE WISH YOU SAFE KEEPING!!

GOD BLESS,
JUDI & JEFF