To the US service members
who have paid the ultimate sacrifice.


Flying Hero


You came home yesterday.
On that silver winged bird.
It wasn't that long ago that you left.
You are back so soon.
But you have done so much.
The colors you are wearing, so familiar.
The colors explain everything.
Why you left, the price you paid,
the sacrifice you made.
Pride. Honor. Freedom.
You have made your mark, Hero.
The colors you wear draped over
your casket tell your story.
You did it for me.
You did it for our country.
You did it for FREEDOM.
You will never be seen as a fallen hero.
You will forever fly proud.
As will the colors you died for.

Hands of a Soldier


Solid firm grip of friendship,
The same defend the free.
Silence in the gripping shake,
Acknowledge honor given.
Our hand in his hand,
Those hands defend the free.
Sacrifice of caressing hands,
back home for family, yearn.
Hands to duty honor bound,
Defends the peaceful free.
Hands wrinkled shaking,
In age still hold the pride.
Soldier's hands, veteran hands,
These hands have kept us free.

"The Red White and Blue"



I am the Marine,on the border of Kuwait.

I am the Soldier, GOD only knows my fate

I am the Sailor on the sea where I might die.

I am the Pilot that sees "HELL" from the sky.

Here I am young and scared,with my rifle by my side.

But yet,Here I am still full of PRIDE.

Grand Pappy served in World War II.

Now here I am defending the-------

RED,WHITE,and BLUE.


SEMPER FI GODSPEED MY BROTHERS

Taken In Vain



The battle of Antetiem Creek was the most bloody battle of the war.
The field was painted RED with blood,full of smoke and shots galoure.

Brothers were killing one another ,some were wearing blue some were wearing gray.The battle ended with over 50,000 souls taken that day.

The South lost and the North won.
This place is now an American Nation of one.

Now---every time I hear "taps";
I think of one thing. I think of all of those men whom were taken in vain.

Battle of the Flag


A protest raged on a courthouse lawn,
Round a makeshift stage they charged on,
Fifteen hundred or more the say,
Had come to burn a flag that day.

A boy held up the folded flag,
Cursed it, and called it a dirty rag.
An old man pushed through the angry crowd,
With a rusty shotgun shouldered proud.

His uniform jacket was old and tight,
He had polished each button shiny and bright.
He crossed that stage with a soldier's grace,
Until he and the boy stood face to face.

"Freedom of Speech" the old man said,
"Is worth dying for, good men are dead,
So you can stand on this courthouse lawn,
And talk us down from dusk to dawn.
But before any flag gets burned today,
THIS OLD MAN IS GOING TO HAVE HIS SAY!!"

"My father died on a foreign shore,
In a war they said would end all war.
But Tommy and I wasn't even full grown,
Before we fought in a war of our own.
And Tommy died on Iwo Jima's beach,
In the shadow of a hill he couldn't quite reach
Where five good men raised this flag so high,
That the WHOLE DAMN WORLD COULD SEE IT FLY!"

"I got this bum leg that I still drag,
Fighting for this same old flag.
Now there's but one shot in this old gun,
So now it's time to decide which one,
Which one of you will follow our lead,
To stand and die for what you believe?
For as sure as there is a rising sun,
You'll burn in Hell 'fore this flag burns, son"

Now this riot never came to pass.
The crowd got quiet and that can of gas,
Got set aside as they walked away
To talk about what they had heard this day.
And the boy who had called it a "dirty rag",
Handed the OLD SOLDIER the folded flag.

So the battle of the flag this day was won
By a tired old soldier with a rusty gun,
Who for one last time, had to show to some,
THIS FLAG MAY FADE, YET THESE COLORS DON'T RUN!

I want to take a moment to remember our fallen loved ones..
My Uncle Louie was 21, my Dad's Brother, a Merchant Marine was killed in WWII as a result of the war in December of 1943..


The Soldier



It is the soldier, not the reporter,
Who has given us freedom of the press.

It is the soldier, not the poet,
Who has given us freedom of speech.

It is the soldier, not the campus organizer,
Who has given us the freedom to demonstrate.

It is the soldier, not the lawyer,
Who has given us the right to a fair trial.

It is the soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves under the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag,
who allows the protester to burn the flag.


-Charles M. Province

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Thoughts of a Soldier


I struggle to see my objective for the sand blowing in my eyes,
I hear the sound of explosions like thunder from the sky,
My mouth is dry and my body aches,
I must push on no matter what it takes,
the lives of so many innocent keeps running through my mind,
I know this is why my country has put my life on the line,
So don't lose hope America we do this for you,
For all your soldiers bleed red, white and blue.......

A Tribute To Veterans



In Vietnam, Korea and World Wars Past
Our Men Fought Bravely so Freedom Would Last
Conditions Where Not Always Best They Could Be
Fighting a Foe You Could Not Always See:

From Mountain Highs to Valley Lows
From Jungle Drops to Desert Patrols

Our Sinewy Sons Were Sent Over Seas
Far From Their Families And Far From Their Dreams
They Never Wrote Letters Of Hardships Despair
Only Of Love, Yearning That One Day Soon:

They Would Come Home, They Would Resume
And Carry On With The Rest of Their Lives

The P.O.W.¹S Stood Steadfast
Against the Indignities And Cruelties Of War
They Could Not Have Lasted as Long as They Did
If They Had Relinquished Their Hope That Some Day:

They Would Come Home, They Would Resume
And Carry On the Rest Of Their Lives

Medics, Nurses, and Chaplains Alike
Did What They Needed To Bring Back Life
They Served Our Forces From Day Into Night
Not Questioning If They Would Survive:

They Mended Bones And Bodies Too,
They Soothed the Spirits of Dying Souls

And for Those M.I.A¹S, Who Were Left Behind
We Echo This Message Across the Seas
We Will search For as Long As It Takes
You¹re Not Forgotten And Will Always Be:

In Our Hearts, In Our Prayers,
In Our Minds For All Time

A Moment of Silence, a Moment of Summons
Is Their Deliverance of Body And Soul
To a Sacred Place That We All Know
Deep In the Shrines of Our Soul:

In Our Hearts, In Our Prayers
In Our Minds For All Time

INTERLUDE:
GOLD STAR MOTHERS GRIEVE: ENDLESSLY,
ENDLESSLY, ENDLESSLY.......

These Immortalized Soldiers Whose Bravery Abounds
They¹re Our Husbands, Fathers, and Sons
They Enlisted For the Duty at Hand
To Serve the Cause of Country and Land:

They Had Honor, They Had Valor,
They Found Glory That Change Them Forever

Men Standing Tall and Proud They be
A Country Behind Them in a Solemn Sea
So Let the Flags of Freedom Fly
Unfurled in Their Majesty High:

In the Sun, In the Rain
In the Winds Across This Land

Years of Tears Has Brought Us Here
Gathering Around to Hear This Sound
So Let the Flags of Freedom Fly
Unfurled in Their Majesty High:

In the Sun, In the Rain,
In the Winds Across This Land

REPEAT:

In the Sun, In the Rain,
In the Winds For All Time

I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up and see me.



I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners,
my head is a little higher, my colors a little truer.


I bow to no one!
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped I am saluted.
I am loved I am revered.
I am respected and I am feared.



I have fought in every battle of every war
for more than 200 years.
I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg,
Shiloh and Appomattox.

I was there at San Juan Hill,
the trenches of France,
in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome
and the beaches of Normandy, Guam.
Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me,
I was there.




I led my troops,
I was dirty, battle-tested and tired,
but my soldiers cheered me
And I was proud.




America has been attacked by cowardly fanatics
And many lives have been lost
But those who would destroy me cannot win
For I am the symbol of freedom,
Of one nation
Under God
Indivisible
With liberty and justice for all.




I have been burned, torn and trampled
on the streets of countries I have helped set free.
It does not hurt, for I am invincible.



I have been soiled upon, burned, torn
and trampled on the streets of my country.
And when it's by those whom I've served in battle it hurts.
But I shall overcome for I am strong.





I have slipped the bonds of Earth
and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space
from my vantage point on the moon.
I have borne silent witness
to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hours are yet to come.



When I am torn into strips and used as bandages
for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms
of a grieving parent
at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,
I am proud.





MY NAME IS OLD GLORY
LONG MAY I WAVE.

Hey, Vanessa, just stopping in to say morning hun, and have a great Sunday.... .... :flowerforyou .... :flowerforyou

good morning my sweet friend

good morning .. ..ali..

Good Morning Peachie Girl

We, too, born to freedom, and believing in freedom,
are willing to fight to maintain freedom.

We, and all others who believe as deeply as we do,
would rather die on our feet than live on our knees

Amen sister

http://www.chaplin-nest.com/unkarock/flag.htm


excellent

awww...sweet sister..

i'm on a roll today

I have lots to do to get out of town
and be gone for three whole weeks...

but i couldn't pass up the opportunity
to pass on these poems and to send
some love and blessings to all of
out awesome soldiers out there
past and present....We love you

to our awesome soldiers

yes we do!!! my brother was over in iraq for a year and a half and what a blessing it is to have him home safely


i sure am going to miss u sister

thank you so much Peachie Girl I love you
i will miss you too...but when it is time I will return...

like a ray of sunshine, a sparkling flake of snow,
a tiny drop of rain , a sweet melody & chorus refrain

please feel free to come here and visit with everyone
and continue to carry the torch for righteousness...

that's the most important thing of all...
to stand up for what you believe ...
and don't let anyone tell you different
cause That is the freedom that is being fought for
and That is the freedom that lives have
and are being shed for





We must never forget how precious that is and always be grateful


i am so fortunate to have such an amazing group of friends and loved ones