Emily D. West was her name and she was a mulatto originally from Bermuda!

and proud of it. i come from a family of cops and friends with cops. my son wants to be a cop and i couldn't be prouder

you googled it fanta

There's a yellow rose of Texas
That I am going to see
No other soldier knows her
No soldier, only me.
She cried so when I left her
It like to broke my heart
And if I ever find her
We never more will part.

She's the sweetest rose of color
This soldier ever knew
Her eyes are bright as diamonds
They sparkle like the dew.
You may talk about your dearest May
And sing of Rosa Lee
But the Yellow Rose of Texas
Beats the belles of Tennessee.

Oh, my heart is feeling weary
And my head is hanging low
I'm goin' back to Georgy
To find my Uncle Joe.
You may talk about your Beauregard
And sing of Bobby Lee
But the Gallant Hood of Texas
He raised Hell in Tennessee.

LMAO!!

But many of my family fought in that battle!

oooooooooooo sing to me

put on your cup and mouth guard skippy.

and

buckle up pork chop

are now my 2 favorite sayings lol

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=22Mrez7ahZA

i don't have my speakers up

I love my country....


When I woke up this morning..I saw a coyote chase a Chapparrel...I saw four hourses playing in the morning mist.

I had fried catfish for dinner.

I found enough people talking crap about Texas (who I am positive have never brought thier fat rude asses to Texas to know what they are talking about.) That I am genuinely upset.


I love this state.
I love my country.

I was proud to serve both.

My father did before me.
My brother served before me.

Anyone who doesn' like the fact that low grade people like myself, my family and the fellow Texans who I call friends and neighbors could love, serve and give blood and life to protect them...

Too damned bad!

The Battlefield of San Jacinto

Silently and tensely the Texas battle line swept across the prairie and swale that was No Man's land, the men bending low. A soldier's fife piped up with "Will You Come to the Bower,"' a popular tune of the day. That was the only music of the battle. [Several veterans of the battle said the tune played was "Yankee Doodle."] As the, troops advanced, "Deaf" Smith galloped up and told Houston, "Vince's bridge has been cut down." The General announced it to the men. Now both armies were cut off from retreat in all directions but one, by a roughly circular moat formed by Vince's and Buffalo Bayous to the west and north, San Jacinto River to the north and cast, and by the marshes and the bay to the east and southeast.

At close range, the two little cannon, drawn by rawhide thongs, were wheeled into position and belched their charges of iron slugs into the enemy barricade. Then the whole line, led by Sherman's men, sprang forward on the run, yelling, "Remember the Alamo!" "Remember Goliad!" All together they opened fire, blazing away practically point-blank at the surprised and panic-stricken Mexicans. They stormed over the breastworks, seized the enemy's artillery, and joined in hand-to-hand combat, emptying their pistols, swinging their guns as clubs, slashing right and left with their knives. Mexicans fell by the scores under the impact of the savage assault.

General Manuel Fernández Castrillón, a brave Mexican, tried to rally the swarthy Latins, but he was killed and his men became crazed with fright. Many threw down their guns and ran; many wailed, "Me no Alamo!" "Me no Goliad!" But their pleas won no mercy. The enraged revolutionists reloaded and chased after the stampeding enemy, shooting them, stabbing them, clubbing them to death. From the moment of the first collision the battle was a slaughter, frightful to behold. The fugitives ran in wild terror over the prairie and into the boggy marshes, but the avengers of the Alamo and Goliad followed and slew them, or drove them into the waters to drown. Men and horses, dead and dying, in the morass in the rear and right of the Mexican camp, formed a bridge for the pursuing Texans. Blood reddened the water. General Houston tried to check the execution but the fury of his men was beyond restraint.

Some of the Mexican cavalry tried to escape over Vince's bridge, only to find that the bridge was gone. In desperation, some of the flying horsemen spurred their mounts down the steep bank; some dismounted and plunged into the swollen stream. The Texans came up and poured a deadly fire into the welter of Mexicans struggling with the flood. Escape was virtually impossible. General Houston rode slowly from the field of victory, his ankle shattered by a rifle ball. At the foot of the oak where he bad slept the previous night be fainted and slid from his horse into the arms of Major Hockley, his chief of staff.


As the crowning stroke of a glorious day, General Rusk presented to him as a prisoner the Mexican general Don Juan Almonte, who had surrendered formally with about 400 men. The casualties, according to Houston's official report, numbered 630 Mexicans killed, 208 wounded, and 730 taken prisoner. As against this heavy score, only nine Texans were killed or mortally wounded, and thirty wounded less seriously. Most of their injuries came from the first scattered Mexican volley when the attackers stormed their barricade. The Texans captured a large supply of muskets, pistols, sabers, mules, horses, provisions, clothing, tents and paraphernalia, and $12,000 in silver.

what he said

TO THE LONE STAR STATE

Policing forces are the least of everyones worries.


What you guys need to be afraid of it the good ole boy, red neck southern cowboy.

You know...the guys who have bigger guns than the cops......and a lot more of em.

Many of my friends and neighbors are law enforcement....

They know that I ain't lying.

lol very true

Since most of my experiences when I lived in Texas were bad due to the racial issue there, I will not post all of that since Fanta said only good stuff.

I have had some of the best Mexican food and steaks there though. I hated the heat and the bugs.

there is racial problems everywhere.....and if i remember where you lived here....i can see that happening

Texas ain't really the point baby....

If anyone was to read the crap I have been reading yesterday and tonight..and replace "Texas"...with the name of thier state...they would be just as indignant.

I am an AMERICAN! I served this country. To have my home state denegrated is completely unacceptable....

I don't care if the thread ran to talking crap about Conneticut or Maryland or Oregon.....

This is MY COUNTRY!!!! I will not easily allow anyone to sh*t talk my friends, family, nieghbors, or the good men and women who make up my country....don't matter what state you are from.

If I am gonna get canned for standing up for what I really believe in.....fine.

This would be the time to can me......'cause I am standing up.

I'm a Texas American....my dad died when i was 7 flying a routine mission in the AF

Just gonna step out beneath the stars.....breathe out a sigh of exhasperation...breathe in a breath of hope...

and hope like hell that we as americans can find a common ground....

like a beautiful Rose.....whose father gave all for everylast one of us ingrateful people.



Thank you Rose....thank you for your father. Thank you for everyone...from every state who helps to keep my family, my friends and myself living an American life...

Thank you.

For the people who don't like my attitude....too friggen bad! Like it or not....I am one of you.