"You cannot live a perfect day without doing something
for someone who will never be able to repay you."
John Wooden
for someone who will never be able to repay you."
John Wooden
Manny Mirailh, Detachment Sgt at Arms, Commander Wasco and Tanner Gillette (Squadron 807 Hamlin) present Colors from Western Wayne High School and Middle School at Capital.
Left to right - Tom Walsh, Membership Deputy Commander; Rich Hart, District Sgt. at Arms; Ralph Burton, POW/MIA Deputy Commander & Project Chairman; Alan Lee, District 12 Commander; Dave Weidner, Past District Commander
Sons Perform Clean Up
The PA District 12 Sons of the American Legion recently took part in the Great PA Cleanup with their Adopt A Highway route on PA 11 from Wardwood Hill Road in Edwardsville to Church Street, Larksville. More than 26 bags of garbage and numerous large items were picked up along the highway.
Members of the District 12 Sons of the American Legion are: from left to right, Parliamentarian Thomas A. Walsh, Sgt. At Arms Rich Hart, Dept. Cmdr Ralph Burton, District Commander Alan Lee, Past Cmdr Dave Weidner.
Sons Perform Clean Up
The PA District 12 Sons of the American Legion recently took part in the Great PA Cleanup with their Adopt A Highway route on PA 11 from Wardwood Hill Road in Edwardsville to Church Street, Larksville. More than 26 bags of garbage and numerous large items were picked up along the highway.
Members of the District 12 Sons of the American Legion are: from left to right, Parliamentarian Thomas A. Walsh, Sgt. At Arms Rich Hart, Dept. Cmdr Ralph Burton, District Commander Alan Lee, Past Cmdr Dave Weidner.
"In the first place, we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, or birthplace, or origin. But this is predicated upon the person's becoming in every facet an American, and nothing but an American....There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also, isn't an American at all. We have room for but one flag, the American flag... We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language.. And we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is a loyalty to the American people."
Theodore Roosevelt 1907
Theodore Roosevelt 1907
Chris Huntzinger 2012-2013
Leading Candidate for National Commander
Leading Candidate for National Commander
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Ray Dellecurti assumes
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Detachment Commander Ray Dellecurti with Past Detachment Commander Andrew Newman
Vice-Commanders James Bradley (West), Joe Wysonchanski (East), Bradley Dudley (Central)
PHOTOS BY MICHAEL KANE
DETACHMENT HISTORIAN
PHOTOS BY MICHAEL KANE
DETACHMENT HISTORIAN
You can support the
Chris Huntzinger for National Commander
campaign by purchasing a commemorative coin
Chris Huntzinger for National Commander
campaign by purchasing a commemorative coin
Please send a check or money order for $11.00 ($10.00 + $1.00 S & H) to:
Chris Huntzinger, 5721 Cloverdale Road, Harrisburg, PA 17112
Chris Huntzinger, 5721 Cloverdale Road, Harrisburg, PA 17112
PA Department Headquarters
Mailing Address
PO Box 2324
Harrisburg, PA 17105-2324
Location
800 N. Front Street
Wormleysburg, PA 17043
Phone: 717-730-9100
Fax: 717-975-2836
Mailing Address
PO Box 2324
Harrisburg, PA 17105-2324
Location
800 N. Front Street
Wormleysburg, PA 17043
Phone: 717-730-9100
Fax: 717-975-2836
The S.A.L. Member Training and Development Committee remains committed to training our members to increase their knowledge and appreciation of the Sons of The American Legion. Our goal is to teach you about the programs of The American Legion that we support as Sons of The American Legion. Additionally, through the training we will prepare you for leadership positions in the squadron, district and detachment level through education, development and motivation.
The following dates have been established for S.A.L. Workshops.
Date: December 17, 2011
Location: Chambersburg American Legion Post 46
755 Philadelphia Avenue
Chambersburg, PA 17201 map & directions
Time: 10:00 AM
Contact: Bradley Dudley (H) 717-444-3973
email: badmerc69@embarqmail.com
Date: January 21, 2012
Location: Millcreek American Legion Post 773
4107 West 12th Street
Erie, PA 16505 map & directions
Time: 10:00 AM
Contact: John Joseph (H) 814-438-7238
email: roscocollision@yahoo.com
Date: March 10, 2012
Location: Black Diamond American Legion Post 395
386 Wyoming Avenue
Kingston, PA 18704 map & directions
Time: 10:00 AM
Contact: Thomas Walsh, Jr. (H) 570-288-6679
email: tawjr395sal@aol.com
The following dates have been established for S.A.L. Workshops.
Date: December 17, 2011
Location: Chambersburg American Legion Post 46
755 Philadelphia Avenue
Chambersburg, PA 17201 map & directions
Time: 10:00 AM
Contact: Bradley Dudley (H) 717-444-3973
email: badmerc69@embarqmail.com
Date: January 21, 2012
Location: Millcreek American Legion Post 773
4107 West 12th Street
Erie, PA 16505 map & directions
Time: 10:00 AM
Contact: John Joseph (H) 814-438-7238
email: roscocollision@yahoo.com
Date: March 10, 2012
Location: Black Diamond American Legion Post 395
386 Wyoming Avenue
Kingston, PA 18704 map & directions
Time: 10:00 AM
Contact: Thomas Walsh, Jr. (H) 570-288-6679
email: tawjr395sal@aol.com
S.A.L. Workshops
We promised a few very special service personnel that we would forward this Christmas Poem to one and all on our list. We thank God for each and everyone on our list and pray your holidays will be blessed and the New Year will bring good health. Love to all our brave men and women and God speed on a joyful and glorious return home to your families.
Kathy & Kenny (Past Detachment Commander Kenneth Warner)
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."
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.
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqq adum, Iraq
Kathy & Kenny (Past Detachment Commander Kenneth Warner)
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."
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.
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqq adum, Iraq
A Different Christmas Poem
Detachment of Pennsylvania
Commander - Ray Dellecurti
Adjutant - Anthony Wright
Commander - Ray Dellecurti
Adjutant - Anthony Wright
