Wow. And I mean WOW.
I'm posting this now, but technically, the Tour de Troops goes on until midnight, and I'll get e-mail codes out to those who posted closer to midnight tomorrow in the am [I've got to go to work early, and it is past my bedtime---dang, that makes me sound old]
If, for some reason, you had trouble with your coupon code or you didn't get an e-mail with the code--PLEASE e-mail me--- firstname.lastname@example.org and I will take care of that IMMEDIATELY. I did have three e-mails bounce back, but I think they have found their way to their destination now.
I don't have a final tally yet of how many books were given out, but a HUGE thank you to the Indie Book Collective. This was something really amazing that they did and I am humbled and blessed to have been a part of it.
So, once again, because we certainly don't say it enough. THANK YOU to our troops.
I wanted to close with this poem... I'm going to start a series here called Unexpected Inspiration---meaning that we sometimes find inspiration where we don't expect it. This is not just geared toward writers, but just anyone who wants to be inspired.
I confess, I never knew General Patton was a poet. Now, I know he was pretty controversial, and I'm not here to debate anything, but here is an excerpt from a poem he wrote. I thought it was really moving--and a source unexpected inspiration.
I thought it was a nice way to close out this weekend. So God bless y'all. And THANK YOU all.
Through a Glass, Darkly by George Patton
Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet I've called His name in blessing
When in after times I died.
Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star
I have sinned and I have suffered
Played the hero and the knave
Fought for belly, shame or country
And for each have found a grave.
So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, but always me.
So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more.