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Memorial Day

"MEMORIAL DAY POEM."
The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,
But not of war it sings to-day.
The road is rhythmic with the feet
Of men-at-arms who come to pray.

The roses blossom white and red
On tombs where weary soldiers lie;
Flags wave above the honored dead
And martial music cleaves the sky.

Above their wreath-strewn graves we kneel,
They kept the faith and fought the fight.
Through flying lead and crimson steel
They plunged for Freedom and the Right.

May we, their grateful children, learn
Their strength, who lie beneath this sod,
Who went through fire and death to earn
At last the accolade of God.

In shining rank on rank arrayed
They march, the legions of the Lord;
He is their Captain unafraid,
The Prince of Peace . . .
Who brought a sword.
~~By Joyce Kilmer.~~

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Today,this whole weekend,Im remebering my father who served this country with honor for almost 30 years. However,It also is bringing back the memories of the 21 gun salute and the presenting of the flag to my mom. The sound of the guns went right through me,and then to have it followed by taps was overwhelming.
 
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A day to remember those that have given their all to defend this proud country.

Just a moment please of silent as we play the the Taps (echoed back) and say thank you for your service and doing your patriotic duty...May we never forget.
 
The Spirit ot America

I am a whisper on the wind, of times past, of places long forgotten, Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Bataan, Pearl Harbor, Normandy, Seoul, Laos, Saigon, Cambodia, Kuwait. I am the heart of countless numbers of scarred and maimed American veterans, and the soul of the buried unknowns,

I am an integral part of each white cross in Flanders Field, and I am sealed within each name on 'The Wall'. I am part of each and every headstone of every American soldier in every cemetery around the world.

I am deeply enmeshed in each tiny undiscovered bone fragment of American soldiers, left behind on foreign soil. I am the unseen shadows, the unheard voices in those many empty cells that once held my brothers in unspeakable torture.

I am the unbearable pain in the hearts of every mother, father, wife, husband, brother sister, and child, of missing American soldiers from all wars. I am within each and every teardrop shed by these family members for their unaccounted for loved ones.

I am the essence of each and every drop of blood shed in the past or in the future, by an American soldier in the name of freedom. I am the lifeblood of the colors of the American flag, blue for my loyalty and unwavering dedication, white for my steadfastness, and red for my pride and love of country.

I am the spirit of those names on the black Granite Wall, of all those unaccounted for in every war, of those who went away to war as gallant young men and came back, older than time...OR NOT AT ALL.

I AM...THE SPIRIT OF THE AMERICAN SOLDIER!
 
MEMORIAL DAY IS EVERYDAY

Memorial Day is special, It comes once a year in May, But I honestly must tell you, I observe it every day.

How could this heart of mine forget, Loved ones who've gone on, No day is done - no night goes by, I do not think of everyone.

It's fine to wave a flag and march, And salute and stand erect, My eyes brim over, I choke up, I bow my head and pay respect.

I'm proud of every war time hero, Those that returned and those that died, And I ache for all those empty arms...That long to hug them to their side.

I always cry when I hear Taps, I can't hold back the tears, It doesn't matter when it's played, Whatever day - whatever year.

I buy the Veteran's Poppies, Which I fasten to my shirt, I support each Veteran's cause, And I fly a flag atop my house.

Memorial Day, of course, is right, But it's everyday to me, I think of loved ones who've passed on, Every day I breathe.
 
i wanna say thanks to all those Military personel from all service. Happy Memorial Day all.
 
I have never been able to think of the day as one of mourning; I have never quite been able to feel that half-masted flags were appropriate on Decoration Day. I have rather felt that the flag should be at the peak, because those whose dying we commemorate rejoiced in seeing it where their valor placed it. We honor them in a joyous, thankful, triumphant commemoration of what they did. ~Benjamin Harrison
 
someplace said:
Sailing aboard submarines is a hazardous business. They operate in a hostile environment and do constant battle with the sea. On occasion, the sea wins. Sometimes all the crew dies, sometimes there are survivors. Sixty-five submarines built for the United States Navy have been lost during their service -- more than ten percent of the total number of submarines we built. Many were lost during declared wartime when the sea is not the only enemy and sailing in harm's way is a way of life. Others were lost when the sea was the only declared enemy but the hazards of maintaining peace required the submarines be put to sea.

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USS AMBERJACK (SS-219)
Lost 16 February 1943

Shipmates on Eternal Patrol in USS AMBERJACK (SS-219):
Mervin W. Allmon, MoMM1 / William A. Baker, Jr., RM3 / Paul S. Banister, MoMM2 / Luther V. Barr, F1 / Renato Bartoli, S1 / Arthur C. Beeman, PhMC / R.P. Blauvelt, LT / John A. Bole, Lcdr (CO) / John F. Bolze, FC1 / Harold J. Brant, SC2 / Henry E. Brossy, Lcdr (XO) / Maurice J. Brousseau, S2 / Wilson N. Buchan, EM1 / Diego Cacciato, TM3 / Leland J.D. Caldwell, S2 / Elmer E. Chaffin, F2 / John F. Cheney, LT / Raymond J. Chrzan, TM3 / Benjamin L. Clark, TM1 / James L. Coleman, GM2 / William E. Coultas, MoMM2 / Edward S. Davis, S1 / LeRoy C. Davis, EM3 / James DeGroot, F2 / A.M. Demler, ENS / Donald Ducharme, QM3 / Alton G.H. Eastman, TM2 / Ernest J. Everett, RT1 / George H. Gillard, S2 / Thaddeus Gosciniak, MoMM2 / John W. Hamilton, MoMM2 / Lloyd G. Henderson, EM2 / Don L. Hiatt, EM3 / William M.O. Hill, F2 / Vernon T. Jackson, MoMM2 / Homer E. James, EM2 / William L. Jeter, SM3 / Thomas E. Jewell, SMC / Francis P. Kingston, MoMM2 / Victor J. Koreyva, MoMM1 / Robert L. Lester, S2 / Raymond A. Levesque, EM2 / James E. Lewellyn, ENS / H.S. Lord, LTjg / Joseph B. Lucas, Jr., MoMM2 / Marvin R. Macy, RM2 / Arthur R. Massey, MA2 / Ray McDaniel, S1 / Robert A. McLean, TM1 / Wallace Montague, MA1 / Charles R. Muir, TMC / Harold B. Ogilvie, TM2 / Cleveland M. Ouzts, MoMM1 / Bruce F. Pavlin, EM2 / Henry Pisarski, F1 / James A. Ranger, RM2 / John G. Rakyta, S1 / Chester L. Runkowski, TM3 / Lewis R. Ryall, MoMM1 / Coy K. Sallee, SC1 / Daniel R. Seidell, ENS / Paul P. Smorol, F2 / Elwood R. Speirer, S1 / Chester A. Springsteen, S1 / Francis T. St. John, YN1 / Richard G. Stern, LTjg / Henry A. Taylor, TM2 / Irby H. Thurman, F1 / William J. Tobin, EM2 / Paul B. Trask, TM2 / John H. Ullstrom, S2 / Alonzo G. Ward, EM3 / Eldon I. Wilson, F3 / Henry C.A. Winquist, MoMMC .... "Sailors, Rest Your Oars!"

This list is for information, so we don't forget -- sailing aboard submarines is a hazardous business.
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So cool! I am a submarine vet and it is a little dangerous.
 
MASTERS OF WAR
(Bob Dylan)

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
 
some of my favorite patriotic songs

"Ragged Old Flag" by Johnny Cash

I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench, an old man was sittin' there.
I said, "Your old court house is kinda run down,
He said, "Naw, it'll do for our little town".
I said, "Your old flag pole is leaned a little bit,
And that's a ragged old flag you got hangin' on it".
He said, "Have a seat", and I sat down,
"Is this the first time you've been to our little town"
I said, "I think it is"
He said "I don't like to brag, but we're kinda proud of
That Ragged Old Flag

"You see, we got a little hole in that flag there,
When Washington took it across the Delaware.
and It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key sat watching it,
writing "Say Can You See"
It got a rip in New Orleans, with Packingham & Jackson
tugging at its seams.
and It almost fell at the Alamo
beside the Texas flag,
But she waved on though.
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville,
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee and Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on
That Ragged Old Flag

"On Flanders Field in World War I,
She got a big hole from a Bertha Gun,
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp, and low, a time or two,
She was in Korea, Vietnam, She went where she was sent
by her Uncle Sam.
She waved from our ships upon the briny foam
and now they've about quit wavin' back here at home
in her own good land here She's been abused,
She's been burned, dishonored, denied an' refused,
And the government for which she stands
Has been scandalized throughout out the land.
And she's getting thread bare, and she's wearin' thin,
But she's in good shape, for the shape she's in.
Cause she's been through the fire before
and i believe she can take a whole lot more.

"So we raise her up every morning
And we bring her down slow every night,
We don't let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.
On second thought
I *do* like to brag
Cause I'm mighty proud of
That Ragged Old Flag"




God Bless the USA
by Lee Greenwood

If tomorrow all the things were gone
. . I'd worked for all my life,
And I had to start again
. . with just my children and my wife,
I'd thank my lucky stars
. . to be livin' here today.
Cause the flag still stands for freedom
. . And they can't take that away.

And I'm proud to be an American
Where at least I know I'm free
And I won't forget the men who died
Who gave that right to me
And I gladly stand up
. . next to you and defend her still today
Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land
God bless the USA

From the lakes of Minnesota
... To the hills of Tennessee
... Across the plains of Texas
... From sea to shining sea
... From Detroit down to Houston
... And New York to LA
Well there's pride in every American heart
And its time we stand and say..

That I'm proud to be an American
Where at least I know I'm free
And I won't forget the men who died
Who gave that right to me
And I gladly stand up . . next to you and defend her still today
Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land
God bless the USA

And I'm proud to be an American
Where at least I know I'm free
And I won't forget the men who died
Who gave that right to me
And I gladly stand up . . next to you and defend her still today
Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land
God bless the USA!

"I'm proud to be an American,
where at least I know I'm free,
And I won't forget the men who died,
who gave that right to me,
And I gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today,
'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land, God Bless the U.S.A."





Have You Forgotten? by Darryl Worley

I hear people saying we don't need this war
I say there's some things worth fighting for
What about our freedom and this piece of ground?
We didn't get to keep 'em by backing down
They say we don't realize the mess we're getting in
Before you start preaching
Let me ask you this my friend

CHORUS 1
Have you forgotten how it felt that day
To see your homeland under fire
And her people blown away?
Have you forgotten when those towers fell?
We had neighbors still inside
Going through a living hell
And you say we shouldn't worry 'bout Bin Laden
Have you forgotten?

They took all the footage off my T.V.
Said it's too disturbing for you and me
It'll just breed anger that's what the experts say
If it was up to me I'd show it every day
Some say this country's just out looking for a fight
After 9/11 man I'd have to say that's right

CHORUS 1
Have you forgotten how it felt that day
To see your homeland under fire
And her people blown away?
Have you forgotten when those towers fell?
We had neighbors still inside
Going through a living hell
And we vowed to get the ones behind Bin Laden
Have you forgotten?

I've been there with the soldiers
Who've gone away to war
And you can bet that they remember
Just what they're fighting for

CHORUS 2
Have you forgotten all the people killed?
Yes, some went down like heroes in that Pennsylvania field
Have you forgotten about our Pentagon?
All the loved ones that we lost
And those left to carry on
Don't you tell me not to worry 'bout Bin Laden
Have you forgotten?

Have you forgotten?
Have you forgotten?
 
they shall all be known to one...

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Freedom Is Not Free
By LCDR Kelly Strong, USCG - Copyright 1981

I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Service man saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.

I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.

I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil
How many mothers' tears?

How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.

I heard the sound of Taps one night,
When everything was still,
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.

I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin.
Of a brother or a friend.

I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.

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