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Wing Commander (1999)
IMDB rating: 3.60
Plot: In the mid-27th century, the Terran Confederation is at war with the felinoid Kilrathi Empire. After destroying a Terran base, the Kilrathi have seized a NAVCOM unit with the hyperspace jump coordinates to Earth. With Terran reinforcements scheduled to arrive two hours after the Kilrathi hit Earth, it falls upon the starfighter carrier TCS Tiger Claw to keep the Kilrathi busy.
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Directors: Chris Roberts
Actors: Lillard Matthew,Karyo Tcheky,Warner David,Burrows Saffron,Prinze Jr. Freddie,Prochnow Jurgen,Suchet David,Ginny Holder,Quarshie Hugh,Action,Sci-Fi,
Ave Maria, a lengthy Christmas prose, would you read and offer suggestions?
Mom had artistic creativity oozing from every pore.
Christmas, for her, was a time to express it,
a time to be heard and recognized,
validated, if you will, for her existence.
I remember a specific Christmas, the one before she left us.
We lived in Alaska and Dad had trapped some beaver.
The skins were bleached and looked like white ermine.
Mom, an exquisite seamstress, took the pelts
and designed a Russian style hat for herself, then
carefully cut a Peter Pan collar to wear with her sweater,
attaching strings to each end to tie it together in a bow
with soft, furry white balls hanging from each end.
Truly, she was glamorous in them all.
The daughter of a newspaper editor,
she spent months mentally preparing for the theme
of her next Christmas Letter.
Over a hundred she would send out, she was famous for them.
Some in riddle form, some Acrostics of varying kinds,
some were her own lyrics to favorite Christmas carols.
I still have copies of each one and have no doubt
family friends kept them, too.
She was also an artist, a portrait artist.
This particular year, we lived in military quarters
that had a massive mirror over the fireplace.
For a week, I came home from school to find her
meticulously painting the nativity scene in watercolors.
She used her own face for the Virgin Mary
and the Christ Child looked just like
a baby picture of my brother.
I specifically remember the blue robes Mary wore
and the radiant star she painted in the upper left hand corner
with its rays flowing across the mirror to the bottom right.
She was a trained coloratura soprano.
As a young girl from a small Michigan town,
she received a voice scholarship to Eastman School of Music
in big time Rochester, New York.
She could accompany herself on the piano, too,
her long, red painted nails flashing the keys.
She practiced every night for a week for the open house
that Dad, as Base Commander, was required to host.
Ave Maria was her song of choice.
The same song she sang in church when,
in 1945, Dad was home on leave from the war
and was the first time he ever laid eyes on her.
He leaned over to his brother while she was singing
and said, "I’m going to marry that angel."
He cried upstairs in his room every night that week.
God, she was so beautiful
and talented
and emotionally unfulfilled.
She flew away from us
early that next month
to see how high her wings could carry her
unfettered by others’ expectations
and the weight of a husband
and three kids.
I washed her mural off the mirror
and remember the paints blending together
as I squeezed my wet sponge,
like tear droplets running down
the Blessed Mother’s face.
You have projected this well.
Your mother, it seems, used projection as validation.
When is your autobiography coming out?
Edit for the Mighty Turdano:
I’d read a shopping list from ma before I’d read one line of your crap poems.
Buk | Dec 03, 2009
WOW! what a write.
the end brought tears to my eyes.
I was caught up in the story
well written
my suggestion, print it out and frame it!!!!!!!
Giggles=sputters | Dec 03, 2009
goood
Volken | Dec 03, 2009
I forgot where I was while reading this I was so engrossed. I saw the tears running down the cheeks of a little girl who should have never had to wash that mirror. This made my heart ache for you.x.
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Freddie 
oh yeah i remember maxxie, hmm he was ok lol. 
