thank you to the men and women of the...

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#1756 Jul 13, 2012
SERVING AT CHRISTMAS

Frank J. Montoya: Serving at Christmas

The Minute Man stood guard at his lonely post,
His trusty musket by his side.
There would be no holiday at home this year;
No time to spend with his loving bride.
The Redcoats were rapidly closing in,
Rifle shots could be heard not far away.
The troops were hungry, tired and clothed in rags,
But they knew that victory would be theirs. someday.

The battle had stalled, he had time to rest,
The Autumn sun peeking through the quiet haze.
There was talk of peace, but the Doughboy knew,
He would not be home for the Holidays.
He longed to leave his muddy trench,
But gas fumes lingered in the morning air.
He had barely survived that last attack;
When Christmas came, would he still be there?

It was a quiet Sunday on that peaceful Isle
As Diplomats talked in Washington, far away.
Not warned, not prepared, for the sneak attack,
The faithful soon would go to church, to pray.
But the calm was shattered by the blast of bombs,
And thousands died on land or in ships that day,
Christmas would be sad and somber for years to come,
As war reared its ugly head and came our way.

It was Christmas Eve, the tree was glowing bright,
But it quickly dimmed when the sad news came.
Their son had given his life to liberate
A small Pacific Island that had no name.

They strained to hear the drone of planes,
But the sky above was a storm-filled gray.
Short on food and ammo, they could but hope and pray,
Trapped in Bastogne... on Christmas Day.

"This is 'Frozen Chosen', that's for sure",
Said the youthful Sergeant of Marines.
His troops were huddled 'round a wispy fire,
Eating Christmas meal: Combat Ration Beans.
A Corporal spoke: "I'll soon be going home."
"My tour is up next month", a Private said.
How could they know or even guess...
That by New Year's Day they would all be dead.

They patrolled the jungles to seek the foe.
Snipers and land mines would kill and maim.
Young men fighting for a doubtful cause,
But serving bravely and proudly, just the same.
Choppers brought them in until darkness fell.
The wounded, the dying... all passed this way.
The doctors and nurses worked through the night,
Hoping some would survive through Christmas Day.

And it is sad that even in times of peace,
Service to Country calls for sacrifice:
More than two hundred and forty brave Marines
By a terrorists' bomb. were made to pay the price.

But we must not forget that Freedom is not free,
And that Love of Liberty will take its toll:
Seventeen young sailors gave up their lives,
When cowards attacked the Destroyer Cole.

Today our hearts are aching from shock and pain,
Caused by the vicious attacks upon our shore;
By those that would shatter our way of life,
Yet who were warmly welcomed at our door.

We have met the challenge, we must go the course,
And now many homes will be missing the eldest son,
Or the father or daughter who has gone to serve,
To perform a solemn duty that must be done.

Americans are stationed throughout the world,
On ships at sea and on foreign land.
Their mission: to rid mankind of the terrorists,
Such as those now hiding in Afghanistan.
Christmas will be lonely away from home,
But their cause is just, and they understand.
©Copyright Christmas 2001 by Frank J. Montoya
(Last stanza added Christmas 2004)
Revised December 2005

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#1757 Jul 13, 2012
THE FINAL FLAME
(A Tribute to a Grand Old Flag)

We gather here today to perform a proud but solemn duty. We render to you, Dear Flag, a most heartfelt salute and we recall the many years that you have served in our community, at your designated post, as the Emblem of our great nation.

How often have you been raised, lowered, folded, and put away for the night, day after day, time after time? How many times have you bravely flown, feeling the biting sting of sleet and snow or the blistering heat of the summer sun? How many times have you proudly fluttered through the shredding force of wind and hail? How many days have you flown, in sorrow, at half-mast, to honor a fallen American Hero or to commemorate an event of national significance?

These duties you have performed devotedly and dependably as many a good Soldier has performed his or her own duty. But sadly, there comes a day, their duty done, when Soldiers, and even Flags, must retire. Your years of service have left you tired, tattered and torn. Your once tightly woven fabric is now weather beaten, stained and threadbare. Your once gleaming brass eyelets have become tarnished and corroded. Your once bright, blue field of stars has faded to a dullish gray and your once proud broad stripes of red are now but a dusky shade of pale pink.

Your years of service are over. Your time of being the symbol of our great nation has come to an end. You have been hoisted, saluted, lowered and folded for the last time.

Today, as you await the embrace of that all-consuming final flame, do not despair. Look up! Look up and see, as we do, through our misty eyes, that a bright new Flag has been hoisted on your lanyard, to the top of your flagpole, and is waving there, majestically, in such a manner that ensures the tradition of service you so splendidly established will continue... unaltered and undiminished.

But your days of glory will not end today. Your ashes will be scattered to the four winds and as they slowly blend into the earth you will be forever bonded to the soil of this Beloved Country that you have so honorably served these long and many years.

Goodbye, Dear Flag... We Thank You.
©Copyright 2001 by Frank J. Montoya

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#1759 Jul 14, 2012
THE GUARANTEE

Who gave us the right to Life and Liberty,
As well as the Pursuit of Happiness?
Who gave us the right to speak our mind,
To say what we think, and nothing less?

Who gave us the right to worship
That which we deem sacred and revere?
And who was it that said it, loud and clear?
We will not be plagued by Want nor Fear.

Our Forefathers boldly conceived these rights,
They are part of our Nation's history;
And for the last two hundred years and more,
None have possessed more rights than we.

But we must not forget those whose gallantry
Has secured these freedoms we so adore.
Their deeds have ensured our way of life,
So we may enjoy our Liberties evermore.

Were it not for the price they did bravely pay,
Could we congregate at Church or City Hall?
Would we have a choice on Election Day?
Would we be allowed to vote - or to pray - at all?

The Minuteman falling at Lexington,
Was the first to sustain our Liberty,
And the Doughboy who lies in Flanders Field
Gave his life in order to keep us free.

On D-Day many a soldier died
So we could have our say with impunity,
And today we can choose where we wish to live
Thanks to a Sailor lost in the Coral Sea.

The Bomber Crew who did not return,
The Marine under siege on a barren hill,
The Patrol that was ambushed on a jungle trail,
Or trapped in snow by winter's deadly chill.

Those entombed in sunken ships at Pearl;
Prisoners who were starved to skin and bone;
The millions who were called to take up arms,
And the thousands whose fate is still unknown.

They are the ones who have guaranteed
Those freedoms promised so long ago.
To take our rights for granted would be to derogate
The faith and courage they all did show.

We must never abuse, misuse, nor desecrate
These precious treasures we cherish so.
Liberty's Light has never beamed so bright,
And thanks to all who serve.it will forever glow!
©Copyright February 2002 by Frank J. Montoya

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#1760 Jul 14, 2012
THE NEXT GENERATION

Each war has produced its Veterans,
And we've had names for them, one and all.
We remember them with endearing terms,
Brave souls sent forth to fight. to fall.

First came the intrepid Minuteman,
So long ago. but we recall him still.
Outnumbered, tired, his munitions gone;
Yet he turned the tide at Bunker Hill.

A Rough Rider charged up San Juan Hill;
When asked, he said: "Sir, I will go",
And a Volunteer was the last to die,
At that fabled Fort we call The Alamo.

The Doughboy served with the AEF,
In the trenches damp and cold.
He was sent to fight for Liberty,
As were the Flying Aces, brave and bold.

No greater service have we ever seen
Such as that of our GI Joe,
Or the Swabbie, the Seabee, the Leatherneck,
The Groundpounder, The Paratrooper,
The Medic, The Airman, and the Commando.
They fought and died throughout the world,
So we could live in peace without grief or woe.

And our female Veterans have made us proud;
The Woman Marine, the WAC, the WAVE,
The SPAR, the WASP, and let us not forget.
The Nightingale who many a life did save.

In those actions that we did not call wars,
Such as Korea, Vietnam and the Middle East,
There was gallantry, and there was sacrifice.
The Flyboy, the Gyrene, the Navy Seal,
The Green Beret, the Tunnel Rat,
The Gunner and the Grunt. all paid the price.

A new generation of Veterans will soon emerge,
Who must fight a vastly different kind of war.
To avenge the mindless onslaught within our shores,
They will confront the terrorists, whether near or far.
They will find those who from the shadows strike,
And bring them down, no matter where they are.

Will we find new names for this valiant force?
For the Legions that will answer Freedom's call?
And yet it matters not what name they bear,
Because like all of them that served before,
The title: "Hero". Will fit them all.
©Copyright October 2001 by Frank J. Montoya

“smile and have fun!”

Level 4

Since: Oct 11

Location hidden

#1762 Jul 14, 2012
I'm sorry that I've been gone for so long. I was on vacation for 2 weeks!

I got to spend July 4 at Mt. Rushmore. It was amazing! At 9pm they invited all the veterans to come forward and assist in retiring the Nations Colors. I got to do this with my Dad at my side! It was an incredible ceremony and I cried almost the entire time! What an honor! And was truly amazing to see the over 200 veterans in the crowd and each one was individually recognized!

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#1763 Jul 14, 2012
Uscgthumper wrote:
I'm sorry that I've been gone for so long. I was on vacation for 2 weeks!
I got to spend July 4 at Mt. Rushmore. It was amazing! At 9pm they invited all the veterans to come forward and assist in retiring the Nations Colors. I got to do this with my Dad at my side! It was an incredible ceremony and I cried almost the entire time! What an honor! And was truly amazing to see the over 200 veterans in the crowd and each one was individually recognized!
Sounds like a very good vacation.

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#1764 Jul 15, 2012
THE WALL

Some said: "Don't go, it will made you sad."
Some said: "Go see it, it's not that bad."
I thought for a moment and began to remember
That fateful day in late December.
Twenty-five hours in flight and here I am,
In Vietnam, courtesy of Uncle Sam.
One of thousands of Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, Marines.
Old Career Men like me, quite a lot in their teens.
Asking: "Why am I here? Full of doubt, full of fear
Of this 'different' war. Will I last for a year?"
Who is the enemy, whom do we fight?
A shadow in a Starlight Scope, seen in the night.
Charlie's here, Charlie's there, seldom heard, seldom seen,
Not much more than a blip on a green radar screen.
Each night the rockets and mortars made hit after hit,
And the heat and the dust... or the rain, never quit.
You saw people hurt, you saw good friends die,
You saw many a tear, you heard many a sigh.
A day in Vietnam seemed as long as a year,
But at last you 'got short' and your DEROS drew near,
And you prayed for the day that the noise you heard
Was the jet engine sound of your own 'Freedom Bird'.
The day I hit 'Frisco: Not a happy occasion.
My uniform brought only smirks, sneers and derision.
"Hey folks, I'm back, I made it, I'm okay".
Their looks said: "So what, who cares, Go away".
Yes, some said: "Don't go, it's best to forget".
But I know that for many... it's not over yet.
So I thought: Hey, why not, it's been twenty years,
So long since the pain, so long since the fears.
I went and I looked, and I stood tall with pride.
We gave it our best, didn't win but We tried.
Most of us made it, but too many died.
Yes, I looked at That Wall, and I touched it, and cried.
Over Fifty Eight Thousand, Americans all,
Names engraved on that cold, unforgettable wall.
Brave men and women answered liberty's call,
And fell, so that Freedom itself would not fall.
©Copyright 2001 by Frank J. Montoya

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#1765 Jul 15, 2012
THE WARRIOR ETHOS

The Warrior Ethos is displayed on placards
at the entrance gates to Fort Carson, Colorado.

I WILL ALWAYS PLACE THE MISSION FIRST
I WILL NEVER ACCEPT DEFEAT
I WILL NEVER QUIT
I WILL NEVER LEAVE A FALLEN COMRADE

I WILL ALWAYS PLACE THE MISSION FIRST

Whatever the mission, whatever the job,
It will be first and foremost in my quest.
My personal problems will be left behind,
I will do my best... before I rest.

I WILL NEVER ACCEPT DEFEAT

I will never surrender of my own free will.
If captured, my body may be held secure,
But my spirit will remain defiant and free
And I will ask My God to help me long endure.

I WILL NEVER QUIT

There may be scorching heat or Arctic cold,
In jungle, in desert or on mountain top.
Though the foe be strong, I will carry on;
I will not weaken, I will never stop.

I WILL NEVER LEAVE A FALLEN COMRADE

If he is wounded, he'll not be alone.
I will render aid and comfort there and then.
And if he has made that brave and final sacrifice,
I'll send him back to home and family, once again.
©Copyright November 2004 by Frank J. Montoya

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#1767 Jul 16, 2012
TOUCHED BY AN AGENT

It was another brilliant Battle Plan;
It would help the Soldier in his bitter fight.
It would make the jungle passable,
It would turn the darkness into light.

Defoliant Agents is what they were called.
There was Agent Orange and Agents White and Blue.
20 million gallons were sprayed in South Vietnam.
It killed mangrove forests, thickets, and jungle too.

"That Agent Orange really works!
Now patrols can see what lies ahead.
No more snipers sitting in the trees,
Just waiting to shoot our troopers dead."

"No more slashing through the brush.
We can walk the trail without a sound.
The choppers can see us down below,
We can see what's happening all around."

Back in Washington our leaders smiled and said:
"This is the break we've been waiting for.
Agent Orange has leveled the playing field.
With the jungle gone, we can do much more."

But it seems there were other effects as well.
How could we know? Not a word was said.
Only in later years would the truth be told:
Those agents can cause you to be sick or dead.

Now thousands suffer from a dread disease:
Leukemia, Lymphoma, Neuropathy are just a few.
Defects in childbirth and Cancers are commonplace;
Melanoma, Chloracne and Diabetes are listed too.

We were sent to bring Freedom to a foreign land.
We had faith in our cause and we served with pride.
But nature took her revenge in a most fateful way.
We were touched by an Agent; we had no place to hide.
©Copyright May 2005 by Frank J. Montoya

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#1768 Jul 16, 2012
Frank J. Montoya
UNBROKEN AND UNBOWED

With outrage, shock and disbelief,
We have felt the thrust of the coward’s blow.
We have seen it, but cannot comprehend
How our fellow man could stoop so low

A sneak attack by a nefarious foe,
Who took innocent lives by a vicious deed;
Who had no regard for human life;
Who was willing to die for his cause, his creed.

We have buckled and staggered, racked with pain;
In our hearts we feel the sadness grow.
We have been stricken, and our wounds are deep;
How many thousands lost? We will never know.

We have felt the rage surge in our breast,
And we will find the means to retaliate.
We will put an end to the terror caused
By those whose hearts are so full of hate.

Yes, we hurt, and we cry, for loved ones lost,
As we… we suffer through these trying times,
But Liberty’s Light will not be dimmed,
By those who commit such loathsome crimes.

Listen, World, do you hear our voice?
United we speak out clear and loud.
America’s Spirit and Resolve will forever be:
Strong and proud… unbroken… and unbowed.

©Copyright September 13, 2001 by Frank J. Montoya

“I know where you are,”

Level 8

Since: Jun 08

Right here under my thumb

#1770 Jul 16, 2012
"A country that forgets its heros will itself be forgotten." ~ Abraham Lincoln

“smile and have fun!”

Level 4

Since: Oct 11

Location hidden

#1771 Jul 16, 2012
Has anyone heard from Enzo the Baker lately?

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#1772 Jul 16, 2012
Uscgthumper wrote:
Has anyone heard from Enzo the Baker lately?
He hasn't posted here for about a month, but I did get props from him last Friday.

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#1773 Jul 17, 2012
WITH PRIDE AND PRAYER

It seemed like just a week ago,
But it had been a long and lonely year
Since he had gone "Over There" to fight in France.
Oh! How I wished that he were here.
"No letter today", the Postman said.
"No "V" Mail from Europe, it's been a week or more".
I sat silently, my Blue Star Banner in my hand,
And prayed for the day he'd come through the door.
Through tear-filled eyes I read the telegram again,
And my mind was numb as I tried and tried
To think of an answer when the children asked:
"Where is Iwo Jima, Mom? Is that where Daddy died?"
We were young and foolish, just turned eighteen.
But we wouldn't wait; he had been called to go.
His son would be waiting when he came back home.
He was in Korea, fighting in the cold and snow.
I suffered fearful days and tearful nights.
He'd be in South Vietnam for three months more.
We'd been apart four times in eighteen years,
But this was harder to bear than the ones before.
We met at Karen's for coffee the other day.
Her Steven had fought in Kuwait's burning sand.
Martha's Kevin had twice been to Kosovo.
We have formed a kinship that we think is grand.
His orders finally came down yesterday,
We will soon be parted, once again.
I'll join other sad and lonely wives,
And he'll join other brave, courageous men.
There will be less joy this Christmastime.
He won't be here to help us trim the tree.
But we will celebrate, as he would want us to,
And I'll save a special gift for him. from me.
Where will he go? How long will he stay away?
He will serve with honor, wherever it may be.
And we will wait for him with pride. and prayer,
As he makes the world safe for his family.
©Copyright December 2002 by Frank J. Montoya

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#1774 Jul 17, 2012
FAITHFULLY DEPARTED

Faithfully Departed, in war
what do the words reveal:
The joyous souls of the victors?
The vanquished souls concealed?
From the beginning of time, evil has placed
the innocent under the knife.
How does one reconcile love
in misery, toil, and strife?
As the blood rushes out the veins
of the fallen champion you know
God's land and the spoils
for the hero, six feet below.
Faithfully Departed, is the mercy
of God that one seeks.
How do you justify carnage
of the old, tired, and meek?
Faithfully Departed, their souls
mingle as one,
returned to God in Honor.
It is where true love comes from.
©Copyright circa 2006 by Kevin A. Moody

Author’s Note: To Whom It May Concern,

It is the word that immortalizes the soul of those sacrificed in war. Democrat or Republican is forgotten in love. My gift is my words full of emotion and Integrity. I pray that these words touch the soul of a veteran who shall know that his emotion does transcend to others in the word – as only you veterans can visualize the fallen champion, you know.

“smile and have fun!”

Level 4

Since: Oct 11

Location hidden

#1776 Jul 17, 2012
REDNECK HIPPIE wrote:
<quoted text>
He hasn't posted here for about a month, but I did get props from him last Friday.
Thanks! I pm'd him yesterday! He's still kicking around! LMAO!

“Incorrupta fides, nudaque veri”

Level 9

Since: May 07

Vincit qui se vincit

#1777 Jul 17, 2012

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#1778 Jul 17, 2012
Ricky F wrote:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v =lRGWUFEeXZwXX
Thanks for sharing this awesome video. Makes me proud to be a Texan.

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#1779 Jul 18, 2012
Shannon K. Moore
WHO AM I?

I am a natural born hero
Bravery runs through my veins
Pride sits boldly on my uniform
Respect and admiration is what I gain

I stand for everything good in this world
Everything pure, simple and true
I battle evil everyday
For the safety of the Red, White and Blue

I travel the world to foreign lands
And put myself in harms way
Leaving behind my loved ones
Which is harder than words can say

We are the sons and daughters of America
Loved and honored by people we never see
America’s finest and bravest souls
Role models for anyone to be

Sometimes our lives are taken abruptly
Our loved ones worst nightmares and fears
The price we pay for freedom
Flowing like a river of red tears

Our heroism will forever be etched in stone
For we are Guardian angels in disguise
Saviors for all of mankind
Brave, heroic and wise

So who am I you say
Who could this patriotic hero be?
Who else besides a Soldier
in the United States Military!

©Copyright 2003 by Shannon K. Moore

“ASPIRE 2 INSPIRE B4 U EXPIRE”

Level 8

Since: Jul 08

USA

#1780 Jul 18, 2012
Shannon K. Moore
REMEMBERING 9/11

A beautiful September morning
Unraveling like any other day
Birds singing their glorious praises
Beauty shining in every way

People heading off to work
Kissing their loved ones goodbye
Evil creeping up on them
About to be asking Why oh Why

Terrorists struck this glorious day
Etched forever in our minds
8:46 am becoming known
As the moment frozen in time

Hard working civilians
In the tall majestic towers
Going about their daily routines
Murdered by ruthless cowards

Planes used as deadly weapons
Filled with children, husbands and wives
Striking the heart of New York City
Forever altering numerous lives

Everyday citizens on Flight 93
Courageous to the bone
Bringing down Evil’s mighty hand
With a resounding heroic tone

Firefighters and Police officers
Our saviors in every way
Saving many lives on end
Heavenly angels all would say

A firestorm at the pentagon
The heart of our military might
A failing attempt to break us
Bringing about a revengeful fight

September 11th is a day of infamy
With a multitude of heroic deeds
Embedded footprints on our hearts
A growth of patriotic seeds.

©Copyright January 2004 by Shannon K. Moore

Tell me when this thread is updated:

Subscribe Now Add to my Tracker

Add your comments below

Characters left: 4000

Please note by submitting this form you acknowledge that you have read the Terms of Service and the comment you are posting is in compliance with such terms. Be polite. Inappropriate posts may be removed by the moderator. Send us your feedback.

Weird Discussions

Title Updated Last By Comments
+=Keep 1 Drop 1=+ 3 STACK (Mar '13) 1 min Brandiiiiiiii 11,517
3 Word Advice (Good or Bad) (Dec '14) 3 min Brandiiiiiiii 4,847
Last two letters into two new words... (Jun '15) 5 min whatimeisit 6,320
What's for dinner? (Feb '12) 5 min Brandiiiiiiii 8,504
***Keep a Word~Drop a Word*** (Jan '10) 15 min whatimeisit 83,463
Last Post Wins! (Aug '08) 19 min Hatti_Hollerand 149,086
Change-one-of-six-letters (Dec '12) 21 min whatimeisit 9,830
True False Game (Jun '11) 33 min liam cul8r 13,518
What song are you listening to right now? (Apr '08) 38 min Goku Black 209,826
El's Kitchen (Feb '09) 2 hr Sam The Blumpkin ... 68,071
What Turns You Off? 2 hr Sam The Gayblade 127
What turns you on ? (Aug '11) 3 hr Sharlene45 2,158
More from around the web