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Hey all you veterans, THANK YOU. (7 posts)
|  Hey all you veterans, THANK YOU. | AK Ken
Nov 10, 2002 9:25 PM | | To all of you on this board I say thank you for your service.
Thanks for helping make it easy to sleep at night, and worry about where to ride tomorrow instead of if we'll see tomorrow. Thanks for always being prepared to step into harm's way, be it from foreign aggression or events of nature, on land, sea, or in the air.
Thanks for committing to a multi-year course of action that costs your freedom in order to safeguard ours.
Thanks for being who you are, and doing what you've done.
Sincerely,
Ken |
| Ditto | Jonesy
Nov 11, 2002 4:47 AM | | God bless you guys and gals. |
| Yes, thank you all.........................nm | Rev
Nov 11, 2002 5:26 AM | | nm |
| From the vets ... | NewMex
Nov 11, 2002 7:24 AM | | You're welcome. Thanks for your appreciation. |
| ditto | J.D.
Nov 11, 2002 8:45 AM | | It's like a second Memorial Day for me. I remember those I served whith who were taken in the line of duty again today, though they enter my thoughts often.
JD |
| The Vets are........... | Battman42
Nov 11, 2002 8:12 PM | | My Friends, my coworkers,my loved ones.
They are My Father, my Son, my Brothers and myself.
I watched as we lost five crewmen into Subic bay, in 1979.
No one shot them down, it was an accident... but they were there to serve.
I will always remember them.... Years ago I could not forget them or their plane... Even when I tried.
Here is something one of my Veteran buddies sent today:
Happy Veterans Day to my former VP-4 Shipmates.....
Fol from VP-4 Vets...
Freedom Is Not Free, By Major Kelly Strong
I watched the flag pass by one day, it fluttered in the breeze, A
Young man in uniform 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 the crowd.
I thought how many men like him had fallen through the years?
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mother's tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom is not 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 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 is not free.
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WHAT IS A VET?
Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing
limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye.
Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone
together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg - or perhaps another sort
of inner steel: the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity.
Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept
America safe wear no badge or emblem.
You can't tell a vet just by looking. What is a vet?
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 Nazi 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. Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU".
Remember November 11th is Veterans Day.
"It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of
the press.
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Enjoy "YOUR DAY" Shalom, Bob z
Thanks for remembering the "Vets".
This was how I became "Battman"
Tim |
| Thanks Ken, and all others........... | Mr. Tokyo
Nov 11, 2002 10:58 PM | | What more can I say, but thanks for taking the time to thank us for what we do, and all the vets from past conflicts. Like someone just said: Freedom is not free.
And thanks to all the vets that served before me, I hope I can stand proud before you knowing that I did my best for my country.
Rob
PS-I think I will spend next year in the "Sandbox", serving my country. |
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