As you can see My family has a military history. We have served through, WWII, Vietnam, Grenada, and the Gulf Wars.
A MESSAGE FROM
SYMBOL OF FREEDOM
Remember me? Some people call me
Old Glory, others call me the Stars and Stripes; I have also been
referred to as the Star Spangled Banner. But, whatever they call
me, I am your Flag, or as I proudly state ... the Flag of the
United States of America. There is something that has been
bothering me, so I thought I might talk it over with you ...
because it's about you and me.
remember some time ago, I think it was Memorial Day, people were
lined up on both sides of the street to watch the parade. The
town high school band was behind me, and naturally, I was leading
the parade. When your daddy saw me coming along, waving in the
breeze, he immediately removed his hat and placed it against his
left shoulder so that his right hand was directly over his heart.
you. Yes, I remember you. Standing there straight as a soldier.
You didn't have a hat, but you were giving the correct salute.
They taught you in school to place your right hand over your
heart. Remember little sister? Not to be outdone, she was
saluting the same as you. Oh, I was very proud as I came down
your street. There were some soldiers home on leave and they were
standing at attention giving the military salute. Also, some
veterans with their caps at jaunty angles were saluting smartly.
Ladies as well as men, paid me the reverence I deserve.
I may sound a little conceited, well, I am. I have to be, because
I represent the finest country in the world ... the UNITED
STATES of AMERICA. More than one aggressive nation has tried
to haul me down, but they all felt the fury of this freedom
living country. Remember ... many of you had to defend me
has heppened? I'm still the same old Flag. Oh, I've had a couple
more stars added since you were a boy. A lot more blood
has been shed since that Memorial Day parade long ago. Dad is
gone now. The home town has a new look. The last time I came down
your street, I saw that some of the old landmarks were gone, but
in their place, shining majestically in the sun, were a number of
new buildings and homes. Yes sire, the old home town sure has
now ... I don't feel as proud as I used to. When I come down your
street, you just stand there with your hands in your pockets and
give me a small glance when you look or turn away.
I think of all the places I've been ... Anzio, Guadalcanal,
Battle of the Bulge, Korea, Vietnam, and now the Middle East; I
wonder what's happen? I am the same old Flag. But now I see
children running around and shouting as I pass by. They don't
seem to know who I am. I saw an old man take his hat off, and
then look around. He didn't see anybody else with theirs off, so
he quickly put his back on.
it a sin to be an American patriot anymore? Have you forgotten
what I stand for? Have you forgotten all the battlefields where
men fought and died to keep this nation, your nation, free? When
you salute me, you are actually saluting them.
a look at Memorial Honor Rolls sometime. Look at the names of
those who never came back, and are resting 'neath white crosses
on a far away shore. Some of them were friends or relatives of
yours ... maybe even went to school with you. That's who you're
saluting ... when you revere me.
it won't be long until I come down your street again. So, when
you see me, stand straight, place your hand over your heart and
you'll see me waving back. My salute to you. I'll show you that I
The protected will never know just how sweet the taste of freedom really is.
A Soldier Died Today
He was getting old and paunchy;
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he had fought in,
And the deeds that he had done.
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, everyone.
And 'tho sometimes, to his neighbors,
His tales became a joke.
All his buddies listened,
For they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Bob has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer,
For a soldier died today.
He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary...
Very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family,
Quietly going on his way.
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state.
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories,
From the time that they were young.
But the passing of a soldier,
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution,
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise,
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow,
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country...
And offers up his life?
The politician's stipend,
And the style in which he lives,
Are sometimes disproportionate,
To the service he gives.
While the ordinary soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal,
And perhaps a pension...small.
It's so easy to forget them,
For it is so long ago,
That our Bob's and Jim's and Johnny's,
Went to battle, but we know.
It was not the politicians,
With their compromise and ploys;
Who won for us the freedom,
That our Country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand;
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a Soldier,
Who has sworn to defend,
His home, his kin and Country,
And would fight until the end?
He was just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin.
But his presence should remind us,
We may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict,
Then we find the Soldier's part,
Is to clean up all the troubles,
That the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor,
While he's here to hear the praise.
Then at least let's give him homage,
At the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline,
In the paper that might say,
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."