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#1969 Sep 18, 2012
FREEDOM

Freedom to laugh; uninhibitedly chortle whilst embracing the fathomless expanse of the mystical valley,

Freedom to talk; candidly voicing my innermost opinions; with absolutely no restraints from the conventional society,

Freedom to dance; vivaciously gyrate to the enchanting beams of the milky moon; well past the heart of ravishing midnight,

Freedom to socialize; blend with any organism; caste or creed; that I was inevitably drawn too,

Freedom to write; inundating the periphery of unfathomable bits of bonded paper; with the passion circumventing my soul,

Freedom to sing; coherently or incoherently humming an unsurpassable myriad of tunes; even as the world caged itself in boundaries of malice, Freedom to wink; flirtatiously philander in the aisles of heavenly desire; through the romantically enigmatic hills,

Freedom to dress; enveloping my impoverished persona; with the cloth rustic embellishments of my choice,

Freedom to eat; feasting upon food from all quarters of the planet; as long as it was robust; as long as it was divine, Freedom to romanticize; unrelentingly fantasize into the wildest entrenchment's of exoticism; till times immemorial,

Freedom to meditate; being profusely encompassed in whirlwinds of profuse concentration; even as a battalion of scorpions crawled down my nape,

Freedom to sleep; embracing everlasting slumber in the flamboyantly flaming day; stare like an intransigent owl all throughout the resplendently starry night, Freedom to desire; handsomely floating through clouds of fabulous silk; bowing down in timid obeisance upon the feet of invincibly alluring angels,

Freedom to gallop; running in rhapsodic exhilaration with the majestic winds; as the crimson fireball of Sun tantalizingly set; behind the charismatic sky,

Freedom to procreate; evolving countless of my own kind; magnanimously contributing my best to continue God's charming chapter of existence,

Freedom to swim; voraciously peddling through choppy fountains of salty froth; as the undulating waves of the enthralling ocean; catapulted me to a land above ultimate paradise,

Freedom to survive; unequivocally extracting my share of happiness from this parsimoniously lecherous society, Freedom to love; wholeheartedly accepting all with a benign heart and tumultuous passion to serve God's humanity,

And most importantly freedom to live O! Almighty Lord; making me the richest entity alive; relishing each element of your impeccable planet till the last breath I diffused; till the time I throbbed my last heart beat...
©Copyright 2003 by Nikhil Parekh

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#1970 Sep 18, 2012
IMMORTAL SOLDIERS!!!

We aren't afraid of the treacherous mountains; in fact keep them in our backside pockets,

We aren't afraid of the freezing winds; in fact sheltered them in a solitary whisker of our profusely poignant moustache,

We aren't afraid of the lethal bullets flying horrendously around; in fact we face them with our chests escalating unflinchingly and handsome towards the azure sky,

We aren't afraid of the acrimoniously sweltering sands; in fact caress them like a prince marching uninhibitedly towards the corridors of victory,

We aren't afraid of overwhelming thirst; in fact posses the capacity to remain without a droplet of water; it the situation so demands,

We aren't afraid of mighty avalanches of snow; in fact treated them like insipid broomsticks sticking innocuously to our valiant eyelashes,

We aren't afraid of indiscriminate abuse; in fact let them pass like pieces of disdainful shit; from one ear of ours to the other,

We aren't afraid of the most ominous of crocodile; in fact carried his live skin intrepidly; with a profound sense of equanimity on our shoulders,

We aren't afraid of tumultuously vindictive storm; in fact inhaled its merciless winds with astronomical ease through our fearless nostrils,

We aren't afraid of perpetual blackness; in fact stared at it in its uncouth eye; till it wholesomely disappeared into infinitesimal wisps of non-existent sky,

We aren't afraid of truckloads of blood; in fact shed it with insurmountably supreme pride; to defend the soil on which we tread since our first cry,

We aren't afraid of the battalion of satanic swords gushing towards our head; in fact held them like peanuts in our palms; inscribing our names with their tips on our belligerently barren chests,

We aren't afraid of excruciating pain; in fact smiled indefatigably whilst in the heart of it; and till the time our mission was blissfully accomplished,

We aren't afraid of inexplicable spirits loitering in the atmosphere; in fact coined our own destinies; with sweat of sweet perseverance; flowing gloriously from our audaciously muscled shoulders,

We aren't afraid of lecherous politics; in fact blow the manipulative leaders involved; with minuscule draughts of our drearily languid breath,

We aren't afraid of the most horrifically traumatic aftermaths; in fact accept them with an invincible glow radiating resiliently from our eyes,

We aren't afraid of sacrificing our lives at the slightest intimation; in fact ardently waited for our chance to relinquish breath; and blend our impeccable souls with the Almighty Creator,

We aren't afraid of losing our loved ones; in fact had bid them adieu forever; when we plunged wholeheartedly on our path towards irrefutable righteousness,

Just one minute; before you start thinking that we were God's; let me clarify that we were not; but we definitely take unfathomable pleasure in proclaiming ourselves to be the immortal soldiers of our MOTHERLAND...
©Copyright 2003 by Nikhil Parekh

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#1971 Sep 18, 2012
Superman"---A Tribute for our Troops

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#1972 Sep 19, 2012
KELLY W. PAVESE
WAR

For every story written, for every song been sung,
There lies the frightening tale of the damage war has done.
And now another chapter in the "storybook" of war
Reveals the cruel returning of a battle's cry, once more.
Loyal to our Country, "Our Country 'tis of thee",
We strive for independence, and crave a life that's free.
A message for our freedom is one we long to send
Though human lives are sacrificed as the means to freedom's end.
I ask this final question, to try and understand:
"Must death and a 'true hero' go, forever, hand-in-hand?
©Copyright June 1999 by Kelly W. Pavese

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#1973 Sep 19, 2012
Les Peate
HE’S A HERO

He’s a great hockey player, or that’s what I hear
He rakes in a million dollars a year
He once scored a goal which decided the game
Now every fan knows of the fellow by name…
HE’S A HERO!!

The guy in the movies may look pretty tough
In speedy car chases he may know his stuff
He’s fooling around with another man’s wife
But fan magazines tell the world of his life
HE’S A HERO!!

He stands by the mike and he howls like a mutt
He strums his guitar and he wriggles his butt
He’s well into drugs and he drinks like a fish
But teen-age girls think he’s a helluva dish –
HE’S A HERO!!

The APC lay just outside of the wire
The body is buckled, the ammo’s on fire
To rescue his buddy the young soldier tried
But he was too late, and the two of them died.
HE WAS REMEMBERED BRIEFLY BUT FORGOTTEN A WEEK LATER

©Copyright August 2007 by Les Peate

This poem prompted the response,“Real Canadian Heroes”–©Copyright August 6, 2007 by William H.A. Willbond, MSM, CD

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#1975 Sep 20, 2012
Les Peate
WHAT DO I SAY?

I went to speak at a school today
At first I didn’t know what to say.
Should I reminisce about my war
And tell them tales of blood and gore?
Should I talk about some foreign land
And would they really understand?

Perhaps I’d tell of the friends who gave
Their lives – and rest in a foreign grave
Of days of boredom, I could tell
And brief experience of hell
Experiences we all had
Recalling good times and the bad.

Of brief good times I might be telling
Of sunny days, when there’s no shelling,
Of days of rest, and hot cooked meals
And how a nice fresh clean shirt feels –
The way our memory still treasures
Those little unexpected pleasures

Or should I tell the darker side?
About old friends, and how they died.
Maybe the young ones should be told
About the rain and bitter cold
Of lasting coughs, and frozen toes
And harassing by deadly foes?

Perhaps I’ll ask the kids to care
For service members everywhere –
Preserve them all, in peace and war
And honour those who’ve gone before
Who serve by land, and air and sea
To keep our nation strong and free

These are our heroes to remember
All year – not only in November!

©Copyright October 29, 2007 by Les Peate

This poem prompted the response,“School Talk Poetry”–©Copyright October 29, 2007 by William H.A. Willbond, MSM, CD

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#1976 Sep 20, 2012
7,000 FLAGS

7,000 tiny American flags
wisp in the wind by each grave.
A lone Marine wanders by a flag,
and ponders the cost Marines gave.

The aftermath permeates,
still sweltering from battle.
A high price indeed,
for an island of gravel!

And so it was on Iwo Jima,
in February and March of 1945.
Each Marine said a prayer,
not knowing if he would survive.

This island swallowed tanks,
it swallowed bombs and shells.
This island could swallow a Marine,
and send him straight to Hell!

Every mound and every shadow,
became their mortal enemy.
But still the Marines pushed on,
there was no other remedy.

Hope and despair intertwined
in some kind of obscure tease,
when on mount Suribachi
they saw the flag in full breeze.

They never saw their enemy,
until they fought them man to man.
It was mind to mind combat,
fighting these defenders of Japan.

The marines won this battle,
inch by inch and yard by yard.
But this battle meant much more
than an island now charred.

For The United States Marines
were standing on Japanese soil!
And the empire that never lost a war,
now were reeling in turmoil!

Today, the wounds of this island
have coagulated and are visibly healed.
But time will never heal
our Veterans of this battlefield!

They have been to the monuments,
they have heard everyone's speech.
They will never forget this battle,
because they forever see –

7,000 FLAGS
7,000 MARINES
7,000 HEROES!!
©Copyright September 2005 by Nick Harry Percowycz

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#1978 Sep 21, 2012
Gordon H. Personius
AN OLD SOLDIER’S DREAM

It happened on an early summer day,
‘twas a day the sunshine blest.
I was out working in the yard.
My neighbor was the first to go…
even before it struck the rest.

He had his hammer in his hand,
and began tearing down the fence.
He looked at me the longest time…
Then asked me in for a cup of joe,
It really didn’t make much sense.

We hadn’t spoken in twenty years,
I couldn’t even remember why.
He said,“Got to thinking’ of all
we’ve missed by being foes…
Let’s give friends another try!”

We went in and turned the radio on,
to catch up on the latest news.
We sat there stunned; Congress
had just passed a budget bill…
with no hint of partisan abuse!

After that first surprise, they went right
to weather and then to sport,
The announcer apologized, adding
“No matter how hard we try…
There’s no bad news to report!”

The cops were all standing around
with nothing much to do.
The gangs had turned in all their guns,
And, as for the religious folk…
they were acting Christ-like, too!

We just now heard there’s a pot luck set,
marking an official END OF HATE.
Arabs, Jews, the Blacks and Whites,
all the various shades of sexes, too….
are breaking bread to celebrate!

And know this isn’t just a local thing,
News from near and far about,
tells us armies round the world
are packing and heading home…
Universal Peace has broken out!

To folks with eyes now opened wide
It seemed a miraculous wonder.
Somehow this old world has survived,
despite guns and bombs enough…
to blow us all asunder!

And the law of unintended consequence
has caused some of us to smirk.
All these good things happening,
means many docs and lawyers…
are mostly out of work!

The Old Man with a Scythe was seen,
trailing some bits of stardust,
He said,“I told Adam and I told Eve,
the first two million years on Earth,
would definitely be the hardest!”

No, not one of us had dared to dream,
this was what life had in store.
Pundits had predicted doom and danger
but if this is truly to be our future…
we can only ask for more!

©Copyright June 16, 2007 by Gordon H. Personius

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#1980 Sep 24, 2012
Gordon H. Personius
PIPE DREAMS

Keening softly, as from a great distance,
A discordant melody.
My ears strain, my heart beat quickens,
Shivers of anticipation.
Somewhere within, dark memories awaken,
Stirrings of other times.
Of an instant, I am brave and enduring,
Yet fearful, alone, nostalgic.
My back stiffens; I stand straighter,
Mixed tears and reluctant pride.
Ancient memories march to forgotten wars…
While bagpipes wail.

©Copyright 1993 by Gordon Personius
(Re-written 2009)

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#1982 Sep 25, 2012
Gordon H. Personius
THE SADDEST SONG

I think the saddest song I shall ever hear
Is the sound of “Taps” falling on my ear.
These few notes at the end of the day,
Remind us of those close…
And of those far, far away.

And when heard at a final resting place
It reminds us of a now missing face,
And that the folded flag on a Mother’s lap,
Is an honor true…
Yet never fills her poor heart’s gap.

So we’ll all salute our flag, and do our bit,
But there is no way of softening it,
For when they play “Taps”, and fire the gun,
We must never forget…
It’s for someone’s son.

©Copyright 2007 by Gordon H. Personius

Author’s Note: Dedicated to all those serving our country, May the missions they are called upon to pursue, always be as noble as the service they render.

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#1984 Sep 25, 2012
A big Thank You to the Coast Guard Cutter Morgenthau! They interdicted about 3.5 tons of Cocaine trying to make it's way into the USA!!!!!

Semper Paratus!

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#1985 Sep 27, 2012
REMEMBRANCE

In the morning darkness, quiet we stand
like others all across our land
To honour those who died in war
whose joyous laughter we hear no more
But as the speeches go on and on
we have our memories to call upon
The men we honour here today
were mates with whom we went away
Some others here can not recall
not Eric, Steve, nor even Paul
But gathered here we pay homage to
those long-lost mates of me and you
They left these shores so long ago
what fate in store they did not know
And now their faces, young and bright
are seen by us, as with the light
Another dawn has come and gone
and each of us has stood alone
Except for mates, who in those hours
gave all they had, for us and ours
©Copyright 25 April 2000 by Alan M. "Buck" Peters

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(National Memorial Day for Australia and New Zealand)

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#1987 Sep 27, 2012
I'll be glad when the new president gets in - and shows these brave soldiers some respect.

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#1988 Sep 28, 2012
A VETERAN? ME!?

I'm a veteran now.
Or so they say.
It came as quite a shock.
Vets are old
And bowed with age.
They're heroes to us all.
So qualified I'm surely not.

Vets stepped up and went to war
When the world seemed lost in chaos.
Some lost limbs
Or suffer dreams
Of horrors we don't know.
Still, they somehow stand quite tall
And are viewed by all in awe

Some have medals
Row on row
While others, very few.
Many must remain in chairs
Many more confined to beds
Their eyes will glisten
For friends long lost
And their stories are seldom told.

Of UN tours, I've had my share
I've worn the uniform.
I've leapt from planes.
Lost some friends.
And bent or broken bones.
But never once did I ever think
A veteran I would be.

But now it seems I qualify.
And to prove it, I've been given
A licence plate
For all to see.
It proclaims that I have served.
So now I'm a veteran.
And I must say
I'm pleased.

But still and all
It seems to me
It doesn't quite equate.
Those men were giants
Those men of old,
The ones I knew as vets.
And so I find it very strange
To think myself a vet.
©Copyright November 2004 by Barry J. Phillips

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#1990 Oct 1, 2012
HE DIED FOR US
In Memory of Specialist James M. Kiehl

He was a soldier
Proud of his country, proud to serve it
Proud of his parents, proud of his wife
Proud to await the birth of his first child, his son
The son who will never look into his father's eyes.

The front of the church, the dais, the pulpit
Awash in red, white and blue blossoms
His fatigues, his boots, his helmet, his gun, his portrait
A broken heart of chrysanthemums
His casket proudly bathed in Stars and Stripes

His young wife is stoic and brave, as he was
Her chin held high in defiance of those who killed him
His parents sit proudly in respect of their only child
Silent tears of loss flow rather than open sobs
His father wears blue rather than black
James wouldn't have wanted sobs or black, he says

The congregation is crowded with friends and family
His teachers, community leaders, strangers
Soldiers from all branches in all ranks
Soldiers, there to pay tribute to one of their own
To their brother fallen in duty to his country
Their country
Our country

The hymns are old and mostly familiar,
Particularly the last
"My country,'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty"
Sung loudly, proudly, around choked tears

The drive to the cemetery is slow and reverent
Led by a long caravan of flashing lights,
Texas Rangers, firemen, policemen
Vehicles on the road are stopped, hushed and stilled
Drivers stand outside them, silently
All place their hands over their hearts
Most hold flags

Veterans stand at attention, some salute
A UPS courier stands beside her truck,
Tears running down her cheeks
Shopkeepers and customers come outside
All place their hands over their hearts
Most hold flags on the lonely side road to the Texas Ranger cemetery
The silence is deafening
No roaring engines, no airplanes, no laughter of children
Only a single church bell, the rustle of leaves,
The quiet flap of flags in the breeze

Hundred of flags, perhaps thousands
In the hands of teenagers
In the hands of young children
Standing bravely at attention, looking straight ahead
25 feet apart on both sides of the curbless, country road
Two and a half miles of patriots giving honor to their fallen brother

Bag pipes welcome the crowd
A highly-decorated color guard carry him
A twenty-one gun salute announces his departure
Twin trumpets play "Taps" as his sending song

The pristine perfection of the flag
Folded and presented to his wife, his parents
His flag
Our flag

White roses and a single red left atop the polished wood
Embraces of pain
Whispers of heartfelt sorrow
The long walk back begins

He died with eight of his brothers
So we can live in freedom
He died so that others need not fear death
At the hands of their own leader
He died so that his son would not have to grow up in a world of terrorism.

He is our son; he belongs to all of us.
And he has given his life in service to our country.
Mourn him and honor his sacrifice
Honor those who have gone before
Honor those who will go after.

He died for us.
©Copyright 2003 by Vicki Pierce

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#1991 Oct 1, 2012
Military Families Tribute - "There You Are"

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Home, sweet home.

#1992 Oct 1, 2012
Thanks to our ultimate heroes.
US military deaths in Afghanistan hit 2,000
By PATRICK QUINN, Associated Press – 1 day ago
KABUL, Afghanistan (AP)— The killing of an American serviceman in an exchange of fire with allied Afghan soldiers pushed U.S. military deaths in the war to 2,000, a cold reminder of the perils that remain after an 11-year conflict that now garners little public interest at home....
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/A...

More than twice as many Americans were killed in action under Obama's command in Afghanistan, than in all eight years of Bush's term.

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#1993 Oct 1, 2012
Brian_G wrote:
Thanks to our ultimate heroes.
<quoted text>
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/A...
More than twice as many Americans were killed in action under Obama's command in Afghanistan, than in all eight years of Bush's term.
We also have a lot more men and women there and far less deaths and men and women in Iraq.
Although, IMHO, one death is one too many.

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Home, sweet home.

#1994 Oct 1, 2012
Obama could have brought all our troops home, instead he's brought more than twice as many back than Bush, in caskets.

Insurgencies are difficult to fight; Bush used fewer troops in Afghanistan than Obama. Obama is incompetent.

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#1995 Oct 1, 2012
Brian_G wrote:
Obama could have brought all our troops home, instead he's brought more than twice as many back than Bush, in caskets.
Insurgencies are difficult to fight; Bush used fewer troops in Afghanistan than Obama. Obama is incompetent.
I cant say that either one was a competent C-I-C. Neither one has any field experience. But once again, Obama used less troops in Iraq and lost less troops in Iraq than Bush. Of course, neither your facts or mine really makes a bit of difference to those who have or are serving in the armed services of the USA. They are there at the behest of the C-I-C and will do their best for him, just as they always have and always will.
This is not a place for political debate, or partisan politics. it is a p;lace to say thank you to those men and women who have or are serving with honor in the armed services of the free world. So, lets leave our political opinions at the door and just say THANK YOU.

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