There’s a special place in Heaven, where Fallen Angels go, For, Jesus knows their comrades still need comfort down below. From the range of basic training to a Warrior’s final stand, He’ll never be forsaken when held by Angels’ hands.
Jesus loves His Warriors, for all He paid the price; His tears will fill an ocean, when Fallen Angels cry.
An Angels’ job’s not easy, for, their wings are laden down, With prayers from Warriors’ families, who kneel on sacred ground. Angels’ hearts are golden. They shine with God’s pure light, A strong and steady beacon for a Warrior’s lonely nights.
We often see a rainbow. Just pass the stormy sky. A glorious undertaking, when Fallen Angels cry.
How God does love his Warriors, He welcomes each one home, The Fallen stand e’er ready, so none will die alone. Though battles rage eternal, our Warriors know no fear, He knows his battle buddies will be bringing up the rear.
There, across the desert, he heaves a mighty sigh; He knows he lost a comrade when Fallen Angels cry.
We watch him in the distance, just past the mourning crowd, Standing at attention in a uniform worn proud. He knows his job’s not over, though tired and battle worn, He’ll go the final distance, with a soul that’s pure, but torn.
“Jesus, please receive me. I know not how or why. Today I join the ranks of when Fallen Angels cry.”
Wings of Honor… what God gives the Angels to bring our Soldiers home.
Naw, I'm sure they don't need no wings in Hell. They ain't gonna' do no flyin' after all the innocent men, women and children they done raped, tortured and murdered. All they gonna' do is BURN for eternity!
<quoted text> Naw, I'm sure they don't need no wings in Hell. They ain't gonna' do no flyin' after all the innocent men, women and children they done raped, tortured and murdered. All they gonna' do is BURN for eternity!
You first, douchenheimer. I'll drink some Bacardi 151 and pisson you.
<quoted text>You first, douchenheimer. I'll drink some Bacardi 151 and pisson you.
"Douchenheimer"! Nice one! I don't know what "pisson" means but the duchenheimer was good! Bacardi is also nice with cola and ice but I'm sure you're too busy chasing your own tail to know anything about that.
Ps. My latest rounds of bashing you must have got under your skin for you to come out again in one of your rare ali-asses, Prickly!
Don’t envy a man his medals all those ribbons on his chest He did not try to get them they’re not there at his request they were earned in stinking hellholes where no man would like to go or in cold and wintry places where there’s only ice and snow
He didn’t know he earned them till they were awarded at parade and they were bright when he first got them but in time the colors fade He was told he had to wear them and to wear them all with pride but when the memories come to haunt him those same medals make him hide ‘cause those medals will not bring back all those guys he left behind and he would trade them all forever for a little peace of mind
So don’t envy a man his medals you don’t want to take his place thinking back to long gone battles and meeting dead friends face to face
Head bangers in leather Sparks flyin in the dead of the night It all comes together When they turn out the lights 50,000 wats of power And it's pushin' overload The beast is ready to devour All the metal they can hold Rockin' overload Start to explode Chorus: It's your one way ticket to midnight Call it Heavy Metal Higher than high, feelin' just right Call it Heavy Metal Desperation on a red line Call it Heavy Metal noise
Tight pants and lipstick She's riding on razor's edge She holds her own against the boys Yea, cuts through the crowd just like a wedge Ohh, can you feel the static So many contacts being made We've got up front fanatics Tearing down the barricade To reach the stage Can you feel the rage
I lie wrapped in folds of armor plate within my home as gray as slate I’m far away from land and shore In peaceful sleep on a man of war Come light of day and morning sun I’ll check the functions of my gun I’ll check the point and then the train And then I’ll check it all again For that’s the gun that lets me sleep And keeps me from a grave so deep I’m now asleep, my mind at peace But will my battles never cease? The years have gone, the gun is rust So many friends are now just dust But they are never far from me Although some sleep beneath the sea For them no songs are ever sung But they will be forever young Friends and relations shed their tears Forgotten now these many years But some of us remember still Remember them, and always will I ask them now for my release Or will my battles never cease
Interesting Veterans Statistics off the Vietnam Memorial Wall
There are 58,267 names now listed on that polished black wall, including those added in 2010.
The names are arranged in the order in which they were taken from us by date and within each date the names are alphabetized. It is hard to believe it is 36 years since the last casualties.
The first known casualty was Richard B. Fitzgibbon, of North Weymouth , Mass. Listed by the U.S. Department of Defense as having been killed on June 8, 1956. His name is listed on the Wall with that of his son, Marine Corps Lance Cpl. Richard B. Fitzgibbon III, who was killed on Sept. 7, 1965.
There are three sets of fathers and sons on the Wall.
39,996 on the Wall were just 22 or younger.
8,283 were just 19 years old.
The largest age group, 33,103 were 18 years old. 12 soldiers on the Wall were 17 years old.
5 soldiers on the Wall were 16 years old.
One soldier, PFC Dan Bullock was 15 years old.
997 soldiers were killed on their first day in Vietnam ..
1,448 soldiers were killed on their last day in Vietnam ..
31 sets of brothers are on the Wall.
Thirty one sets of parents lost two of their sons.
54 soldiers attended Thomas Edison High School in Philadelphia . I wonder why so many from one school.
8 Women are on the Wall. Nursing the wounded.
244 soldiers were awarded the Medal of Honor during the Vietnam War; 153 of them are on the Wall.
Beallsville, Ohio with a population of 475 lost 6 of her sons.
West Virginia had the highest casualty rate per capita in the nation. There are 711 West Virginians on the Wall.
The Marines of Morenci - They led some of the scrappiest high school football an d basketball teams that the little Arizona copper town of Morenci (pop. 5,058) had ever known and cheered. They enjoyed roaring beer busts. In quieter moments, they rode horses along the Coronado Trail, stalked deer in the Apache National Forest. And in the patriotic camaraderie typical of Morenci's mining families, the nine graduates of Morenci High enlisted as a group in the Marine Corps. Their service began on Independence Day, 1966. Only 3 returned home.
The Buddies of Midvale - LeRoy Tafoya, Jimmy Martinez, Tom Gonzales were all boyhood friends and lived on three consecutive streets in Midvale, Utah on Fifth, Sixth and Seventh avenues. They lived only a few yards apart. They played ball at the adjacent sandlot ball field. And they all went to Vietnam. In a span of 16 dark days in late 1967, all three would be killed. LeRoy was killed on Wednesday, Nov. 22, the fourth anniversary of John F. Kennedy's assassination. Jimmy died less than 24 hours later on Th anksgiving Day. Tom was shot dead assaulting the enemy on Dec. 7, Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day.
The most casualty deaths for a single day was on January 31, 1968 ~ 245 deaths.
The most casualty deaths for a single month was May 1968 - 2,415 casualties were incurred.
For most Americans who read this they will only see the numbers that the Vietnam War created. To those of us who survived the war, and to the families of those who did not, we see the faces, we feel the pain that these numbers created. We are, until we too pass away, haunted with these numbers, because they were our friends, fathers, husbands, wives, sons and daughters. There are no noble wars, just noble warriors.