| Author | Message | ||
     Ltbuell |
..just wanted to thank all those that have given to make it what it is and to those still there and to REMEMBER what this day IS really about.....REMEMBER them for what they did to get us where we are now...they were/are "pages of history" and when one goes thats another"page" removed from the book...so lets not forget them but take a moment out of our time now to stop and remember them(then and now).I do it all the time..be it at work or out and about...always thank them for what they did and for what the others are doing now...beleive me it REALLY puts a smile on their faces(makes their day)and mine; makes MY day that much better as well.Enjoy what all of you do this weekend..be safe and remember..... | ||
| Just_ziptab |
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| Bartimus |
Thank You Zip, that was very moving. This is always, Hard time of year for me, memories flood my mind and sometimes overflow. I try to spend time with fellow members of the Patriot Guard, they tend to understand, and being together, helps overcome the memories of those we have lost, and those that are currently in harms way. My thoughts and prayers go out to those that never made it home, to those that are currently away from home, and also to ALL public servants who have given their lives in the line of duty, and who are currently working to keep our hones and loved ones safe. Thank You all from a retired Old Jarhead, may god bless you!! Semper Fi ! | ||
| Kenm123t |
Anyone send a family member on an Honor Flight ? I want to send my dad | ||
| Paint_shaker |
Thank you Airmen, Soldiers, Sailors, Marines and Coast Guardsmen!! | ||
| Gregtonn |
Thanks Zip. I would like to say more but I might (would) sound stupid. There are more that have done than I have (I'm still alive.) G | ||
| Bluzm2 |
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 mothers' tears? How many pilots' planes shot down? How many died at sea? How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, freedom isn't 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 draped 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 isn't free. (Source unknown) | ||
| Geforce |
Being a Soldier myself... I take this day to study history and learn more about the epic tales and struggles of my brothers and sisters. I also take a little time to think of those who didn't come home and count my own blessings. |
