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"I'm proud to be an American
where at least I know I'm free,
And I won't forget the men who died
who gave that right to me"
--God Bless The U.S.A.
by Lee Greenwood
A tribute to all of the brave souls who lost their lives for our country...
Please Note: This is not my picture, it is from MSNBC.com. It's from yesterday's memorial of the shooting victims at Ft. Hood in Texas.
While every service member that is called to duty overseas is fully aware of the possibility of meeting the enemy, there is no greater betrayal than to be shot down by one of your own. Especially in this case, by someone who's duty it was to help those returning from the battlefield, cope with getting back into day to day life.
I'm not going to speculate on his motivation...Lord knows it's easy to get caught up in a wave of disgust for his actions...but when it comes right down to it, with 13 dead and around 40 wounded - some very seriously - those are the people that need to be thought of today. Them, and their families. And of all the fallen from countless conflicts and wars, and those they left behind.
The majority of the people that voluntarily join the military should be commended for doing so. They take care of the dirty work, so that we can feel safe in our beds at night. Those, and those killed in action, are the ones we should remember today.
Gone the sun.
From the lakes
From the hills.
From the sky
All is well.
God is nigh.
These are my husband's (Bob) aka -
He'll kill me for posting these, they normally just lay on a shelf in the closet.
Happy Veteran's day to him and every person that has served our country! I appreciate you and your service.
Somehow, they both managed to look older than they really were. And my mother managed to look more than a bit like her mother, whom she favors, not just in looks.
Harold's name is like a combination punch. He owned a little service station in 1942 in Cambridge, Ohio. Someone came to him and said people were talking about him because he hadn't joined up, so he drove up to Columbus, probably that day, if i know Harold, and joined up. For some reason, the vagaries of the enlistment process, whatever, the only place they could put him was with some Texas outfit, so that's where they put him.
He was in the military police. Basically, i think, that means you go around to bars, find drunk G.I's, and make sure, one way or another, that they get back to base, in piece, scuffed up a bit, no doubt, in chains or not, as the case may be.
He went into North Africa with his outfit, then Salerno, I think, and then up through Italy, most famously at Monte Cassino, where he took my mother to show her where he had been I guess his outfit ended up in southern Germany. My mother said that when they went to the reunions of his Texas outfit, the General came over to their table and said, "I always came and found Harold and asked him what to do, before I did anything." I wouldn't be surprised if the General was only half kidding.
My mother volunteered for the Red Cross and was sent to Coral Gables,
where they had converted the Biltmore Hotel to a rehabilitation hospital for wounded veterans returning from the European theater. I imagine some of those fellows were the ones who had it pretty rough. Some of them never got out of their wheelchairs. Some of them, I'd guess, never got out of their hospital beds.
She had seventeen marriage proposals, so I guess they liked her. I should ask her if the seventeenth was the one she got from my father.
Harold never touched me. He was a gruff fellow, and I was damn scared of him, but he was forthright and honest---you knew where you stood around him. Over the years, my respect for him has increased a great deal.
In their own way, they both served. They worked to preserve our freedom. To both of them, to all the members of the Armed Services, I say thank you.
My boot camp graduation photo, Great Lakes, Illinois. Milking and bilking the new military is a cottage industry near every base. Geez, we were all so green and so far from home.
Take a moment, remember them all,
The soldier's grave we have adopted. Sgt. John E. Tarbox
"As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them."
~John Fitzgerald Kennedy
Thank you to each and every one....may the sun shine eternally upon you.
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
--"America the Beautiful" written by Katharine Lee Bates
Middle Tennessee Veterans Cemetery
My dad served as a photographer in the war, part of the time in India. He rode in the belly of a bomber taking pictures of enemy territory in Burma.
His story is that he once asked the pilot what the red lever next to him was for...good he asked as it would have jettisoned him from the plane!
He was 19 here...he is now 89!
With deep respect for the Veterans who have stood between us and a deep abyss.
Currently 100% of our forces are volunteers. They are paid peanuts and their families struggle to make ends meet.
I was surprised to hear on the History Channel this morning that only 20% of the Viet Nam Vets were draftees. I would have thought the inverse from popular lore.
Above are photos of my dad, my two brothers and me. I am the cute baby on the bottom left. My dad with the Lyndon Johnson big ear is on the top left. My older brother is on the top right and I'm pretty sure he is gay - if he is not gay he is missing a good chance. (Just look at the necklace he is wearing.) My younger brother is giving the finger to the world on the bottom right - a trait that he continues to this day.
I thought about the significance of this day when I saw a goofy wall hanging my mom put together many years ago and gave me showing these 4 photos. My Mom and Dad are long gone, but I thought of my Mom carefully cutting photos into circles to place in the frame as a special gift for me. – I removed them to scan for this.
So, my thought is that all of the Vets were once babes in their mom’s arms. They are not statistics to be used by politicians of any stripe. Both sides suck in my opinion.
My dad and both of his brothers served in the Navy during WWII in the Pacific. One of his brothers died in service. My mother’s only brother served in the Navy in WWII in the Atlantic. My brothers and I also served in the Navy.
My Father-in-Law served in North Africa and Italy.
Two of my wife’s 3 brothers served in the Air Force.
My older brother’s son served in the Army in Iraq during the first (1991?) conflict in a WMD unit.
My younger brother’s son is currently serving in Iraq in the Army as an interpreter. (Prayers for his safety are welcome and requested).
All of us volunteered.
I did diddlysquat in terms of personal sacrifice during my time in service.
Today thousands serve in harms way and deserve our prayers or good wishes.
I salute the brave men and women who serve and have served to keep us free.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
~John McCrae, May 1915
Un grand merci à les brumes pour l'utilisation de le texture.
Veterans Day is the anniversary of the symbolic end of World War I on November 11, 1918. The date was declared a national holiday in many allied nations to help remember those lost during the war. The exception is Italy, which celebrates the holiday on November 4 for the Armistice of Villa Giusti. The holiday is known as Armistice Day in many nations around the world.
After WWII, the holiday was changed to Veterans Day in the United States and Remembrance Day in the British Commonwealth of Nations. Poland also changed the holiday to National Day and called the Polish Independence Day. In Belgium, the day is known as the Day of Peace.
It's taking me a while to visit your stream and taking me a while to upload for my Project 365 . . . sorry guys!!! I hope you guys are all doing great and again, I'm soooo sorry that I haven't been by as much as I used to. I'm planning to do some catching up tomorrow. Hugs, Lulu :-)
Pearl Harbor to Iwo Jima and beyond. Mr. Miller sitting in his kitchen talking over his life in the Military during WW2.
... our HEROES our VETERANS
"The United States Marine Corps War Memorial (Iwo Jima Memorial) is a national monument located in Arlington County, Virginia, in the United States."