thats awsome, i will have to get me some, i dont think they had the unveiling on pendleton, or if they did i didnt hear about it

 

I was Army 75-81.

Today is the day to think about the vets that weren't so lucky. They did what they had to do so that we all have our freedom.

Remember "ALL GAVE SOME AND SOME GAVE ALL"

 

Today, I did a Veteran's Day Parade and it was fun.


This is for my marines, Semper Fi.

 

The company I work for just played TAPS over the PA...

It reminded me of when I heard TAPS played at my Uncle's funeral several years ago. Really made me stop and think how grateful I am to all veterans past and present.

Thanks

 

Happy Veterans Day to all my brothers and sisters who served. and
THANK YOU! Oh, by the way, WELCOME HOME!



He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.

He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.

She - or he - is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.

He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back AT ALL.

He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.

He is the parade - riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.

He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.

He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.

He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a **** death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.

He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being - a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.

He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.

So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say "Thank You." That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.
~ author unknown ~

Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU".






U.S.M.C. 1970-1970
Semper Fi!

 

Don't forget the dependents of the military personell: moving at the drop of a hat, watching the husbands, sons, mothers, and daughters going off to war, and never knowing if they would be home.

The military [Army] wife: a very special breed. 13 moves in 20 years and never a complaint [well hardly anyway ] Taking care of the kids while dad is overseas and never letting the kids know how much she worries.

Thanks mom, and thanks to all of the wonderful men, women and dependents that have made sacrafices so we can be free.

Bowser

 

Today, I heard TAPS on the trumpet and Amazing Grace on the bagpipes. I wanted to cry because the songs are so sad.

 

Your thanks is much appreciated Bowser! It's been almost 23 years for me, almost done, husband's on his farewell tour as we speak. It has been an adventure to say the least!

Happy Veterans day all. Thank you to all who are or have served and to the families who stood by them.

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No, Freedom Isn't Free
-Author Unknown

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.