Veterans Day

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    Thank you Gonzo for starting this thread. My dad was a veteran of WWII and my son a veteran of the Libya conflict.

    I just finished watching Viet Nam veterans returning to Viet Nam on the Military channel. Quite moving.

    We owe those who served our country our graditude and thanks.

    Last night we watched an hour of "Family Jewels" on A & E. Gene Simmons and his daughter Sophie did a tour of Camp Pendleton and basic training, then visited a veterans hospital. I had seen it earlier this year, but it was still moving the second time around. Kiss then performed with a medley of military songs without their costumes.
     
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    "If you are able,
    save for them a place
    inside of you
    and save one backward glance
    when you are leaving
    for the places they
    can no longer go.

    Be not ashamed to say
    you loved them,
    though you may
    or may not have always.

    Take what they have left
    and what they have taught you
    with their dying
    and keep it with your own.

    And in that time
    when men decide and feel safe
    to call war insane,
    take one moment to embrace
    those gentle heroes
    you left behind."
    Maj. Michael O'Donnell
    1 Jan 70
    Dak To, Vietnam
     
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    Lest we forget.
     
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    Seven 1984 All Over Again:The Collective Rules

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    [​IMG] :clap: Beautiful ..... thank you, Gonzo! :clap: [​IMG]

    Army [​IMG] Navy [​IMG] AirForce [​IMG] Marines [​IMG]
     
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    God Bless the women and men who fought and those who continue to fight and to those who defend and protect our country.
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  10. GonzoReiter

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    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below.


    We are the Dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders fields.


    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders fields.
    — John McCrae
     
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    Now when I was a young man and I carried my pack
    and I lived the free life of the rover
    From the Murray's green basin to the dusty out back
    I waltzed my Matilda all over.
    Then in 1915 my country said "Son
    It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done"
    And they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
    And they sent me away to the war.

    And the band played Waltzing Matilda
    As the ships pulled away from the quay
    And amid all the tears, flag waving and cheers
    We sailed off to Galipolli

    And how I remember that terrible day
    How our blood stained the sand and the water
    And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
    We were butchered like lambs to the slaughter.

    Johnnie Turk was ready, oh he primed himself well
    He rained us with bullets and he showered us with shell
    And in five minutes flat we were all blown to hell
    nearly blew us all back home to Australia.

    But the band played Waltzing Matilda
    as we stuck to bury our slain
    We burned ours and the Turks buried theirs
    and we started all over again

    Those who were living just tried to survive
    In a mad world of blood death and fire
    And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive
    While around me the corpses piled higher

    Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
    And when I awoke in my hospital bed
    And saw what it had done and I wished I was dead
    Never knew there were worse things than dying
    For no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda
    All round the green bush far and near
    For to hump tent and pegs a man needs both legs
    No more Waltzing Matilda for me.

    They collected the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
    And they shipped us back home to Australia
    The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
    Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
    And as our ship pulled in to Circular Key
    And I looked at the place where my legs used to be
    I thanked Christ there was no one there waiting for me
    To grieve and to mourn and to Pity

    And the band played Waltzing Matilda
    as they carried us down the gangway
    But nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared
    And turned all their faces away

    So now every April, I sit on my porch
    And I watch the parade pass before me
    And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
    Renewing their dreams of past glory

    I see the old men all tired, stiff and sore
    The weary old heroes of a forgotten war
    And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
    And I ask myself the same question

    And the band played Waltzing Matilda
    And the old men still answer the call
    But year after year, the numbers get fewer
    Some day none will march there at all

    Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
    Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me
    And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
    Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.​
     
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    How do you do young willie mcbride,
    Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside,
    And rest for a while ’neath the warm summer sun,
    I’ve been walking all day and I’m nearly done
    I see by your gravestone you were only 19
    When you joined the great fall-in in 1916
    I hope you died well and I hope you died clean
    Or young willie mcbride was it slow and obscene.

    Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly
    Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
    Did the band play the last post and chorus
    Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

    Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
    In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
    Although you died back in 1916
    In that faithful heart are you forever 19
    Or are you a stranger without even a name
    Enclosed then forever behind a glass frame
    In an old photograph torn, battered and stained
    And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame.

    Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly
    Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
    Did the band play the last post and chorus
    Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

    The sun now it shines on the green fields of france
    There’s a warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance
    And look how the sun shines from under the clouds
    There’s no gas, no barbwire, there’s no guns firing now
    But here in this graveyard it’s still no man’s land
    The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
    To man’s blind indifference to his fellow man
    To a whole generation that were butchered and damned.

    Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly
    Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
    Did the band play the last post and chorus
    Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

    Now young willie mcbride I can’t help wonder why
    Do those who lie here know why did they die
    Did they believe when they answered the call
    Did they really believe that this war would end wars
    Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain
    The killing and the dying were all done in vain
    For young willie mcbride it all happened again,
    And again and again and again and again

    Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly
    Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
    Did the band play the last post and chorus
    Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest​
     
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    My father fought in WWII in the Phillipines where he was surrendered to the Japanese in 1941. He spent the rest of the war in a POW camp and barely survived. Today is for him and his mates, although there aren't many of them left. My dad died five years ago at age 82. I'm grateful for the sacrifice he made for our country and proud to be his daughter. I love you, Dad.
     
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    Thankyou for posting that Gonzo......that song always brings a tear to my eye.
     
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    I agree with Dingo, thankyou for thinking of the Aussies as well Gonzo, very much appreciated.

    To all the men and women who fought to save our countries and their families, a very big thankyou to you all.
     
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    Thank you Gonzo, for the poems and songs, they bring tears to me as well.

    And thank you to all those who gave so much--"the last full measure of devotion."
     
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    Shall we go back to the Civil War? The BarnGod's Great Grandfather on his mother's side was a Civil War officer. He wrote a poem that is now published. I'm copying and pasting this now from the internet.

    THE DAISY IN THE SOUTH
    by Frederick A. Niles
    (?-1906)

    Where the troopers fed their horses, where the bummers bivouacked,
    Now with each recurring summer all that highway may be tracked
    By the glory of the presence -- so the stars the sky illume --
    Of a million northern daisies in the beauty of their bloom.

    Thus the kindly hand of nature hides the scars that war has made;
    Vines have twined the grounded musket, blossoms wreathe the broken blade;
    Tiny timid birds have nested safely in the cannons' mouth
    Ever since Tecumseh Sherman gave the daisy to the South.

    There is a story told in Georgia, 'tis in everybody's mouth,
    That was old Tecumseh Sherman brought the daisy to the South;
    Ne'er the little blossomed stranger in that land was known to be
    'Till he marched his blue coat columns from Atlanta to the sea.

    Everywhere in field and valley and the murm'ring pines among
    Where a gallant Union soldier pressed his foot, a daisy sprung,
    And its coming seemed to many like a promise from on high,
    Given there in benediction where Old Glory floated by.


    http://www.civilwarpoetry.org/union/postwar/daisy.html

    Niles was my MIL's maiden name. I have photocopies of the poem in his handwriting as well as copies typed and handwritten of his journals. I also have a book a cousin published of MY Southern ancestor's letters home to his family in New Orleans from battlefields and when he was a prisoner of war.

    It may not be as current as other poems, but still a result of a war.
     

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