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Hayworth’s first KFYI talk show premiered in 1990.  “It was named ‘Calling All Sports’, and I would make a short drive from Channel 10 to KFYI after anchoring the sportscast, host the radio show for two hours, and return to television for the sports anchor duties,” J.D. recalls.  “Now I’m looking forward to concentrating my energies on this important afternoon audience, and continue KFYI’s mission of talk radio excellence for a new generation.”

“Congressman Hayworth has already proven himself to be an excellent on-air talk host.  Twelve years after taking the oath of office as a United States Congressman, and 20 years after making his Arizona broadcasting debut, J.D. Hayworth returns to his profession in his familiar surroundings at KFYI. “As the market talk leader, KFYI Newstalk 550 listeners will now find Congressman Hayworth the perfect compliment to our existing daily line up of talk talent.”  said Smokey Rivers, Clear Channel Radio Phoenix Director of Programming and Operations. 

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Thursday 12-13-2007 10:37am MT
PHOENIX (AP) - Former U.S. Rep. J.D. Hayworth says the Justice Department told his lawyers they've decided against a formal investigation into his ties to disgraced lobbyist Jack Abramoff. Hayworth made the comments Thursday on 550 KFYI-AM.

On the radio, Hayworth blamed Democrats for focusing on his ties to Abramoff and said the criticism was one of the primary reasons he lost his seat to Harry Mitchell. Hayworth received $2,250 from Abramoff while representing Arizona's 5th District. He eventually donated that money to charity while cooperating with federal authorities who were investigating corruption in Congress. Phone calls to the U.S. Department of Justice press office were not immediately returned Thursday.

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Thursday 12-13-2007 10:37am MT
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 at this moment, its 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, "It's 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 my Gram always remembers."

"My Dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam,
and now its 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 insure 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.
Help fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
And 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.
That's payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

--LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN