Veterans Day

[DarkKnight]

omorrow is the 11th day of the 11th month.
At eleven a.m. veterans across the country will commemorate
not just the end of WW-1 but the memory of those who died.



Don't forget Veterans Day!

IN MEMORY OF DEPARTED COMRADES

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;

I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there; I did not die in vain as
long as my sacrifice is not forgotten.

(Author Unknown)

[DarkKnight]

here's another good one I would like to say thanks to other veterans who served there country as I and many others have...

Freedom is not Free

by Ashley Persyn

There is a price we pay for freedom

For it is not truly free

But rather paid for by the contributions of veterans

To buy our liberty

As their blood drains from their body and runs like a river through the grass

Over the years it's forgotten, war is placed in our past

I don't think we all realize the importance veterans play

as they voluntarily serve America each and every day

We should honor the veterans for they act like a shield

Protecting us from danger, keeping America healed.

So if you would take a second to commemorate

You will instantly see

We owe veterans our gratitude

For they are the reason we are free

[831Flyboy]

Here's one i was emailed a while ago

A Different Christmas Poem


The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room
and I cherished the sight.

My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic
in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a
winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was
Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by
love I would sleep.

In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I
started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when
it tickled my ear.

Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of
footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door
just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood,
his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled
here in the cold.

Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and
my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's
freezing out here!

Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at
home on a cold Christmas Eve!"


For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the
snow blown in drifts.

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light Then he sighed and he
said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm here every
night."

"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, That separates you from
the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my
fathers before me.

My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."

My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ', And now it is my turn
and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue... an American flag.

I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a
foxhole with little to eat.

I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my
sister and brother..

Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time that
this flag will not fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is waiting
and I'll be all right."

"But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I
asked, "or prepare you a feast?

It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from
your wife and your son."



Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love
us, and never forget.

To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your own
watch, no matter how long.

For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we
fought and we bled.

Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered to you
as you mattered to us."

PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our
U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.

LCDR Jeff Giles, USN