Some would say this grizzly Old veteran had the body Of a thirty year old male. Some would say his body was wiry But none could say or see how Many scars were in his heart and soul.
Nor could they see the torment That was flashing through his mind When he had flashbacks to the war.
Nor could they see the tears In his eyes when he remembered His old buddy dying in his arms.
And the poor emancipated children, And Yes! Old people eating out of garbage Cans. No those things were hiding Only in his mind.
By Peter Frangia
It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the 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, who serves beneath the Flag, who salutes the Flag, whose coffin is draped by the Flag, who allows the protester to burn the Flag. It is the soldier, not the politician, who has given his blood, his body, his life, who has given us these FREEDOMS.
Author Unknown
Remember the day I borrowed your brand new car and I dented it? I thought you'd kill me, but you didn't.
And remember the time I dragged you to the beach, and you said it would rain, and it did? I thought you'd say, "I told you so." But you didn't.
Do you remember the time I flirted with all the guys to make you jealous, and you were? I thought you'd leave me, but you didn't.
Do you remember the time I spilled strawberry pie all over your car rug? I thought you'd hit me, but you didn't.
And remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance was formal and you showed up in jeans? I thought you'd drop me, but you didn't.
Yes, there were lots of things you didn't do, But you put up with me, and you loved me, and you protected me.
There were lots of things I wanted to make up to you when you returned from Viet Nam. But you didn't.
by Dr. LEO BUSCAGLIA
There he stood gallantly, before a crowd. Waiting to receive the Medal Of Honor, from the president of the United States. With tears in his eyes, little did the crowd see, or think, what was going through this soldiers mind. As he stood before All the Generals and dignitaries, that were gathered there. He was recalling in his mind, what went on in the steaming jungles of Vietnam, when the VietCong, were over wheeling the hill, that he was on with his buddies and how he single handed fought until all the Viet Cong retreated. Or how he carried his young brother to safety on his back. Even though he had a bullet in his leg. Not one of them knew the hurt that was going through this poor soldiers mind.
A Soldier has fallen He will not be forgotten His spirit dwells in those Whose lives he touched He has lead us He has taught us He has shown us the way He gave us all of himself Because he was made that way He gave birth to an idea That will never go away He did this all To save us some day As all heroes do
By CW3 Roque Gonzalez
ALWAYS REMEMBERED M I A
Veterans, I salute you!
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