Memorial Day - Honor the Fallen

Our armed forces deserve our thoughts every day.

For God and the soldier we adore, In time of danger, not before!
The danger passed, and all things righted, God is forgotten and the soldier slighted."
***-*Rudyard Kipling
 
For those of us in the U.S.A.

Honor for those that served and died.

Arlington National Cemetery is 150 years old. By now, we should have no need to bury men and women here, but sadly we do.

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As long as the bankster and oil cartels continue to exist we will never have peace in the world and we will continuously be forced to honour and mourn our innocent but deluded loved ones.
 
As long as the bankster and oil cartels continue to exist we will never have peace in the world and we will continuously be forced to honour and mourn our innocent but deluded loved ones.

On Christmas night, 1776 there wasn't any inkling of what an oil cartel was, or could be.

Britain was fighting a war on the continent, attempting to contain and stop the imperial ambitions of Napoleon. They were fighting a small - to them - civil war in an ungrateful colony.

On that night George Washington crossed the Delaware river with a small force and surprised, and subsequently took the Hessian mercenary garrison at Trenton, NJ.

At no time did more than one third of the colonists support the attempt to break away from the mother country; another third were noncommittal, the final third actively supported Britain as they felt themselves to be Englishmen.

I bring this up as that war had nothing to do with oil, or international banking. Many of the signers of the declaration ended up in poverty, hunted by the British forces, etc. Most of them lost - property, loved ones, sons.

Can we please keep the politics out of it?

Brave men and women have died in service. And frankly it usually wasn't for the flag, or an abstract idea of a nation. Often it was in some dirty stinking cold/hot miserable piece of shiite - and it was for the buddy next to them.

I really take exception to the phrase deluded. I've had too many family and friends serve. Still do.
 
Remembering my Grandfather WWl, my Father-Korea, Both made it home safe and were very proud of their service to country. My son still serves today.
Thank you to those that have given so much.
 
This poem was sent to me by my uncle on Veteran's day, but it is still appropriate for Memorial Day. He is a retired Marine, who was awarded 3 Purple Hearts in Viet Nam. He is a man that I respect. A man that, when he talks about the past (which isn't very often) I listen and my heart tightens every time. He made it home, his two buddies in his helicopter didn't.


He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.

And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Joe has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Veteran died today.

He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Veteran died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.

Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young,
But the passing of a Veteran
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Someone who breaks his promise
And deceives his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?

The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.

While the ordinary Veteran,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.

It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever-waffling stand?

Or would you want a Veteran
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Veteran,
Who would fight until the end.

He was just a common Veteran,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his likes again.

For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Veteran's part,
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A VETERAN DIED TODAY."
 
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Great thread. To all the vets ... Thank you for your service. I will be with family that day. They're all either in or retired from the service.
 
This poem was sent to my by my uncle on Veteran's day, but it is still appropriate for Memorial Day. He is a retired Marine, who was awarded 3 Purple Hearts in Viet Nam. He is a man that I respect. A man that, when he talks about the past (which isn't very often) I listen and my heart tightens every time. He made it home, his two buddies in his helicopter didn't.


He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.

And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Joe has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Veteran died today.

He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Veteran died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.

Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young,
But the passing of a Veteran
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Someone who breaks his promise
And deceives his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?

The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.

While the ordinary Veteran,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.

It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever-waffling stand?

Or would you want a Veteran
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Veteran,
Who would fight until the end.

He was just a common Veteran,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his likes again.

For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Veteran's part,
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A VETERAN DIED TODAY."
Thank you darling. That was wonderful. Semper Fidelis
 
This poem was sent to me by my uncle on Veteran's day, but it is still appropriate for Memorial Day. He is a retired Marine, who was awarded 3 Purple Hearts in Viet Nam. He is a man that I respect. A man that, when he talks about the past (which isn't very often) I listen and my heart tightens every time. He made it home, his two buddies in his helicopter didn't.

I have a relative who was a Navy corpsman during Vietnam.

Was 3rd or 4th man in a column of Marines on patrol. Mine. The lead element all died. He spent a lot of time in hospital but lived.
 
Those of us that served, did for many reasons, but not one of them should be questioned. Remember today, if only for a moment. It's the least we can do for those that did so much!
 
Chris, Nick, Sonns, and Denny.

Thank you. You are not forgotten.

:heart:
 
Deep appreciation and respect to all in the military who have served and currently serve our great country - and to their families.
 
Hoo Ra Gunny! Thank you for your service!

A fellow Vietnam Veteran!
A blessed weekend to you October. Thank you for being willing to write that blank check to our nation that was up to and including your life.
 
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