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After a 5-year delay, www.charliedaniels.com is finally getting its much overdue upgrade! We got distracted and pulled in a multitude of directions after Charlie went home, but we're finally up and running.
Charlie Daniels Patriot Awards Honor Dedication to Those Who Serve
The Charlie Daniels Journey Home Project Celebrates 10 Years and more than $4 Million Raised for Veterans, First Responders and their Families
2021 Volunteer Jam: A Musical Salute To Charlie Daniels
Today, David Corlew and Associates announced next year's Volunteer Jam will go on as scheduled and serve as a tribute concert to the late Charlie Daniels.
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Subterfuge and Candor
When I hear people say that Obama is responsible for the good economy we are experiencing, it reminds me of a statement he made about manufacturing jobs in America.
Future Shock and Awe
I can’t bring myself to believe that there aren’t enough Americans alive who still remember the reality and abject failure of socialism and the wide path of human deprivation and suffering, shattered societies and failing dictatorships all socialist governments eventually morph into, to stave off the onslaught of socialist presidential candidates that inundate the democrat side of the upcoming election.
D-Day in Retrospect
Yesterday as I listened to excerpts from President Trump’s speech, when he addressed the World War II veterans who had stormed the beaches of Normandy in the face incessant machine gun fire and artillery barrages that colored miles of surf with their blood, as he singled out individuals, who - now in their nineties - had returned to the scene of the bloodiest day of WWII to pay respect to their fallen brothers and renew acquaintances with the few who had survived the seven decades since “The Longest Day," I found my eyes becoming misty and my thoughts returning to that day, June 6, 1944, when the Methodist Church in Valdosta, Georgia was packed to the rafters with Americans of every stripe, who had come to beseech Almighty God on behalf of the brave men fighting and dying on a beachhead thousands of miles away.