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05-30-2004, 01:57 AM
Memorial Day, also called Decoration Day, is a patriotic holiday in the United States. It is a day to honor Americans who gave their lives for their country. Originally, Memorial Day honored military personnel who died in the Civil War (1861-1865). The holiday now also honors those who died in any war while serving the United States.

Hang out those flags people and lets remember our men! Have a nice weekend!


Rich R.
05-30-2004, 06:28 AM
Tap, Tap, Tap.

We all owe a lot, to those, who are being remembered.

05-31-2004, 01:01 PM
While I never served in the Armed Forces, I respect and honor those who did. When you see them, tell them "Thanks". You'll be surprised by the reaction you get.

DG - indebted to all Vets

05-31-2004, 02:23 PM
Who can speak for the dead?
I know not, but I shall try...

We did it not for the glory,
Nor for the fame,
Neither did we do it for the gold,
Nor for the marble pillow at our heads
We did it not because it was easy,

We did it because it needed to be done,
If not by us, then by who?
Our brothers?
Our children?

We would have liked to have come home again,
To the rolling hills of Tennessee,
To the snow-covered mountains of Colorado,
To the crashing surf of California
To almost anywhere but this hallowed field in Virginia

But that would have left the job undone
And if we did not do it, then who would?

We did it then for freedom,
For our brothers,
For our children,
For you.

Stranger passing by,
Remember us.

They died on beaches, they died behind hedgegrows, they died in jungles, rice paddies, and God forsaken deserts. They had to die to win.

I am not dead. I'm alive and speaking loudly. I'm speaking loudly because they died. The freedom I enjoy today was paid for with the blood of soldiers, sailors, marines, and airmen..young men who gave all for me.

Greater love has no one than this,
that he lay down his life for his friends.
John 15:13

Thank you.


05-31-2004, 04:06 PM
I read this poem years ago and I find it honest. War is not a football game or a pageant. Up close it is a horror of the worst kind that men visit on one another.


How ironic that when I enlisted
For something to do and some time wasted
Now there's a war the jokes on me
Four years of peacetime I'll never see

Not even knowing what was in store
We're eager as beavers off to war
They keep telling us we're the best in the world
The band is playing the flag is unfurled

Ship life is boring a wave is a wave
One day is like another it's action I crave
Soon enough now my needs will be met
Will I be a brave soldier or a cowardly vet

Will I be like I think strong and sound
Or like I feel when the butterflies go round
Will I be a hero just like John Wayne
Or a marker on a grave with just rank and name

The beach is empty there is no one in sight
Perhaps when we get there we won't even fight
There's a dreadful jar as the boat hits the sand
My heart is in my throat my rifle in my hand

My fear is mounting there is no turning back
Eyes searching for cover in case of attack
The gunner comes the machine gun is set
Its' power reassures me I'll get through this yet

Months have gone by and life has been good
We haven't seen the enemy from where we stood
A few others have died so what do I see
It's bright and clear better them than me

Our objective a hill we must get to the top
Killing as we climb with never a stop
The joy of destruction is wild in my head
But it's coming down fast some buddies are dead

Onward we drive the jungle we pierce
Right into an ambush the fighting is fierce
The wildness is gone the glint in the eye
For now it is you and not just them who die

Darkness is near for them it's just right
They know the terrain can't be seen at night
Dig a hole as deep as you can
Not to hide in fight like a man

Through the blackness of the deepening night
The wounded scream the rest of you fight
The mind starts to scream a terrible warning
No matter what you do there will be no morning

Then you start giving up and think back on life
The child you never saw your pretty wife
No more sunrise no more spring
Think of death and what it will bring

When you get to the bottom there comes a stop
Be strong be mean get back to the top
Make them learn that life means a lot
It's not very much but it's all you got

Keep holding out the dawn will arrive
Important only is that you survive
Kill Kill Kill they all look the same
Pull the trigger and play the game

Patch up the wounded bag up the dead
You were mean as hell and the enemy fled
Another objective the next hill the same
Pull the trigger and play the game

Funny those jokes your friends helped you make
Like the guy with the rifle that was only a rake
The prisoners you told were free to go
Got shot in the back to liven the show

You came here a boy you go home a man
With your medals your ribbons and a pretty good tan
Asked how it was you reply with pride
I had a job to do and I took it in stride

Ten years have gone by now I think of the game
I feel disgust and terrible shame
I got myself through it by going insane
The memory of it now has left only pain

Our leaders sent us over in planes and boats
For a pat on the back and a few more votes
One man's opinion is surely his
Making rapid changes when it hits close to home

What I'm trying to say is what did we gain
A few made some money and a few achieved fame
Thousands of boys are gone for good
Fighting a cause none understood

Marko Whiteley

I was going out with an English teacher in the early seventies who was interested in getting training in group psychotherapy. She was always impressed with my stories when I was willing or able to tell them. She encouraged me to buy a notebook and write them down. One night while working the graveyard shift I started thinking about Hastings and this poem came screaming out of me. I had only written one poem in my life but this one seemed to possess me. I finished it in one eight hour shift. Please excuse my bitterness, it's how I felt at the time.

05-31-2004, 08:54 PM
Semper Fi

05-31-2004, 10:42 PM
I got up at 5:00AM today to help put up flags at 6:00AM at the VFW post this morning. There must have been hundreds of them. There was a very good sized crew of volunteers to put them up. It looked great. There was another team putting the flags on the downtown business district along the streets. They were picking them back up about 4:00 this afternoon. /ccboard/images/graemlins/grin.gif

06-01-2004, 04:26 AM

Greater love has no one than this,
that he lay down his life for his friends.
John 15:13

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06-01-2004, 04:27 AM
Yep Duane,
Done deed!Just a thanks!

06-01-2004, 04:29 AM
Wow-that is very intense!
Stay well!

06-01-2004, 04:31 AM
Semper Fi <hr /></blockquote>

Hmmmm, "forever faithful" or "always faithful"?
My younger brother was a Marine /ccboard/images/graemlins/wink.gif
My father was a Navy Chief! /ccboard/images/graemlins/wink.gif

06-01-2004, 04:32 AM
Thats absolutely wonderful-good job!
Carol /ccboard/images/graemlins/cool.gif

Chris Cass
06-01-2004, 03:04 PM
Hi Carol,

This day has come to a new meaning in our time. I spent 6 yrs in the U.S.Army. Never seen war and loaded once up to go to Panama but was down graded. I had trainned and I and my men were ready to fight to the death for our country and not blink an eye if asked to do so.

Since then, it's taken on a new meaning for me. I celebrate and morn those who've passed while fighting not only for our country but for our people in everyday life. Those who have lost their lives and those who serve and protect us. Our Firefighters, our Policeman, and everyone who protects our rights against those trying to take our freedom away. This isn't just for the armed forces but for anyone who gives themselves for another. To put themselves in harms way to preserve life is the people I carry utmost respect in remembering. These are the times we live. Godbless these heros.


C.C.~~well never forget 911 nor the Vietnam Vet.