Memorial Day 2009

If you are able,
save for them a place
inside of you,
and save one backwards 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 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 Davis O’Donnell
1 January, 1970
Dak To, Viet Nam

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Are We Living Lives Worthy of Their Sacrifice?

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27 comments

  1. 1
    Wreckerboy says:

    :em04: :em04: :em04: :em04:

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    LC hilljohnny says:

    up at sunrise to put up the flag, never forget the debt we owe to those who came before. my father , uncles, grandfathers and so on . each who served as best they could. some who never came home. hold them in your heart as God holds them in His hands.

  3. 3
    LC Aggie Sith, a goddess, only different.... says:

    Thank you.

    :em04:

  4. 4
    Wreckerboy says:

    Can you e-mail this Crunchie?? wreckerboy76@yahoo.com I wanna send it to my mom so she can send it to her friends, many are married to vets or are vets themselves.
    A Toast, To Those That Have Fought, To Those That Have Fallen, To Those Who Continue To Fight, You Are My Brothers. I Will Never Forget! :em04:

  5. 5

    Indeed. NEVER forget why they died. And stand beside them should need be. Again, that salute emoticon is too silly to bear true meaning to the salute I present to the men and women who have gone before me. I may but pray God that I am worthy to stand in sight of their memory.

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    LC HJ Caveman82952 says:

    To the silent ones……….
    Today is your day….
    In truth every day we breathe free air is your day. The sadness, pain and desperation many of you faced as you gave your lives for peoples unknown and a belief ingrained within your very soul.
    Today is your day……
    Many of us will walk amongst you today, paying a silent homage to those having gone on…….yet we remember you too…
    I am one of them.
    The proud soldier on leave, eagerly walking up the block to his home, a frenzied greeting from a dog, your mothers tearful embrace…………
    Today is your day…..
    Here in this silent small town, as in thousands across this vast land, one man arose to set the colors in front of his home……as I did this morning……for we remember…..and will never forget.
    For this is your day……
    This nation and her fruitful technologies, made possible by the freedom to pursue and develop a dream, an idea, to build a future, to build a company, to save lives. As you may save my wifes life, for she is seriously ill.
    I am grateful….
    For this is your day…..
    You owe me nothing,
    I owe you everything.
    And all I can give
    is my gratitude,
    my love,
    a humble thank you,
    and to stand in your shoes if called upon.
    For this is your day….
    You are the sheepdogs……
    Signed,
    An old squid.

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    Vapig says:

    I’ve already been to Arlington National Cemetary to pay my respects to my dad and all the other brave souls who gave the ultimate to ensure we live in a country fre from tryanny.

    God Bless the USA!

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    TheWanderingJewels says:

    Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0gQEymR9PQ

  9. 9
    Wreckerboy says:

    TheWanderingJewels sez:

    Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0gQEymR9PQ

    Damn Jewel, as if I wasn’t already wet eyed. Sent this one to my mom, it will be passed on here in smalltown Illinois. And some in Kentucky.

  10. 10

    Are We Living Lives Worthy of Their Sacrifice?

    Too many Americans today are not! In part, that lack of understanding of gratitude for those who gave the ultimate sacrifice is directly tied to the public schools systems of the larger sort. Sometimes they don’t even recite the Pledge of Allegiance, for fear of upsetting the immigrants in the classrooms.

    This blogger has posted an excellent poem for today — a poem that honors this day for its true meaning. She wrote the poem herself!

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    Sacrifice

    The sacrifices they made know no race, it knows no creed, it knows no religion.

    The sacrifices they made know no politics, it knows no union, it knows no agenda.

    The sacrifices they made know no heritiage, it knows no gender, it knows no social standings.

    The sacrifices they made only know the solitude of the grave, the mournful sound of taps, the roar of a brace of weapons fired in tribute.

    The sacrifices they made only knows the whisper of a flag as it slides from a casket, of the crackle of a eternal flame lit to honor the fallen.

    The sacrifices they made knows only that the blood soaked battlefield which claimed them is but a small down payment in the war against evil.

    The sacrifices they made knows only love of their fellow countryman, love for the principles of freedom, for liberty, and the pursuit of happiness

    The sacrifices they made know only that it was made for me, for you, for a nation.

    The sacrifices they made know only that they were Americans.

    Posted at The blog TNMilitant

  12. 12
    LC HJ Caveman82952 says:

    as if I wasn’t already wet eyed.

    As did I, Wrecker….I sent it on too….for many people need to see it……

  13. 13
    LC PrimEviL says:

    In remembrance to keep.
    Upon this bright Memorial day,
    May some, in passing, pause to weep.
    For those who now in silence lay,
    Beneath their Verdant funeral shroud.
    Blind to the Sun which oe’r doth pass,
    Beyond all hearing they doth sleep.
    Marking not the looming thunder cloud.
    Nor drum that beats, no pipe that skirls.
    Deaf to the Tempest’s fury hurl’d
    Heedless of the murmuring crowd.
    The howling shells, the choking gas,
    The rifles’ bark, the mg’s blast,
    Have drifted to the silent past.
    The Oath of Honor they once spake,
    We, the Living must not break.

  14. 14

    Freedom Is Not Free

    I watched the flag pass by one day,
    it fluttered in the breeze,
    A young marine 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 mother’s tears?
    How many pilot’s planes shot down?
    How many died at sea?
    How many foxholes were soldiers graves?
    NO, freedom is not 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 covered 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 is not free.

    Cadet, Major Kelly Strong Air Force Junior ROTC
    Homestead Senior H.S. Homestead Fla.

    Here’s the site I lifted that poem from, very inspirational

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    LC Rurik says:

    Are We Living Lives Worthy of Their Sacrifice?

    I am not. Perhaps one day, but not yet. So for thirty-nine years and counting, I have been resolved to keep on trying, that one day someone may say for me Yes.

  16. 16
    BigDogg says:

    God bless all who’ve sacrificed, and all who love them.

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    mindy1 says:

    Jaybear, Colonel of Imperial Ancient Artillery @:14 😥 Aww as much as this day is important, you can’t help but be a little teary. Thank you all the Veterans on this site, I appreciate each and everyone of you. :em04: :em04: :em04: :em04: :em04:

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    “Sonnet on His Blindness”
    When I consider how my light is spent
    Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
    And that one talent, which is death to hide,
    Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
    To serve therewith my Maker, and present
    My true account, lest He, returning, chide:
    “Doth God exact day labor, light denied?”
    I fondly ask; but Patience, to prevent
    That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
    Either man’s work, or His own gifts: who best
    Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His* state
    Is kingly. Thousands at His bidding speed,
    And post o’er land and ocean without rest;
    They also serve who only stand and wait.

    We will never squander your gifts. :em04:

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    expatchris says:

    Have any of you been to the D day graves in Normandy? after I visited the D day area I saw many impressive things, none more so than the graves, watching Saving Private Ryan and the scene in the cemetry chills me now. I thank all of them, and curse those who are throwing it all away.

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    Tallulah says:

    In the same spirit, here’s an extraordinary video, of a live RPG being extracted from one of our soldiers. Whose life was saved by his comrades in arms, and the combat surgical team, interviewed here.

    http://militarytimes.com/multimedia/video/rpg_surgery/

    “Greater love hath no man than this — that he lay down his life for his friends.”

    Have a blessed Memorial Day, all of you.

    On the shore, dimly seen through the mist of the deep,
    Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
    What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
    As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?

    Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
    In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream
    ‘Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh, long may it wave
    O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

    And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
    That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
    A home and a country should leave us no more?
    Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.

    No refuge could save the hireling and slave
    From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave,
    And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
    O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

    Oh! thus be it ever, when free men shall stand
    Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation!
    Blessed with victory and peace, may the Heaven-rescued land
    Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.

    Then conquer we must, for our cause is just,
    And this be our motto — “In God is our trust.”
    And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
    O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

  21. 21

    expatchris sez:

    Have any of you been to the D day graves in Normandy? after I visited the D day area I saw many impressive things, none more so than the graves, watching Saving Private Ryan and the scene in the cemetry chills me now. I thank all of them, and curse those who are throwing it all away.

    it’s on my list of “must sees before I die” sir. I do the same when I go visit Gettysburg, the national cemetary is my first place to visit….it puts the whole thing in perspective.

  22. 22
    Zoomiemaster says:

    I’m in the Air Force, so I have to envy those in the military their sacrifice and honor…

    But seriously, I am humbled by those who have come before me. Though we’re honoring the fallen today, I also propose a toast to those who have served in combat and lived to tell about it.

    To you vets who are looking down on us from heaven, thank you for all you have done.

    May all who have served, are serving, and will serve in the future receive G-d’s blessing, as well as those who love and support them.

  23. 23

    A toast…to the empty chair.

    My uncle Ed, 26 year Marine Corps vet, WWII (Guadalcanal, Peleliu, Iwo Jima) and Korea (Inchon, Chosen Reservoir).

    My uncle Noah, USA, WWII, 79th Division, ETO.

    My uncle Herb, USN, WWII, cruiser duty in the Atlantic.

    None fell in combat, all returned home to their own personal battles that they fought silently until they died peacefully in the presence of their families. So many others never had that chance. To them I am humbled beyond words to be the recipient of their sacrifice. Although I harbor no allusions that they willingly died for me or for any of us, they knew full well the risk of their service, and they did not shirk their duty. They went hoping that it would be the other guy, knowing that it could be them, and when the time came they did not fail, they did not run.

    They paid the price.

    We reap the benefits.

    Make it worth it.

  24. 24
    Terrapod says:

    A salute to all who served before, serve now and will serve tomorrow and to those who will not see the new morn, we owe them all a greater debt that we are able to pay.

    Will you all now join me in proposing the Cheney/Bolton ticket for the 2012 elections?

    Terrapod

  25. 25
    Sinon says:

    Sorry, but Cheney had his day. Need new blood, preferrably someone who can actually hunt without shooting the guy next to him. I am glad the old ghost is talking to the media, but I don’t want him running for shit again.

    To all those who served: Thanks.
    For all those buried in Arlington that I threw up on during those insane runs through the cemetary: Oops. Don’t feel too bad, I puked or pissed on most of D.C.’s monuments back in the day.

  26. 26
    mindy1 says:

    Sinon @:25 :em02: i’m sure they did not notice

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    LC Jon Imperial Hunter says:

    Are We Living Lives Worthy of Their Sacrifice?

    I think most of us fall a little short since a Marxist usurper is in the White House bankrupting the nation and destroying the last vestiges of Liberty…

    …and we are still living.

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