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jmurray01

jmurray01

Today is Armistice Day, the 11th day of the 11th month, and at 11AM, I would like to think everybody falls silent for two minutes to remember the brave men and women who have sadly died while fighting for what they believe in.

I don't think it would be possible to forget today, but in case you did, you have now been reminded.

This years Armistice Day is special for another reason, it is a palindrome! Which means it will be 11o'clock, 11th day, 11th month, 11th year in the 2000s.

Next year there will be another one, but it won't be on this day.

And in 2013, there will be none, as there isn't an 13th month obviously.

Anyway, I'm going on a bit, so I'll leave it at that.


#2

B

benski

Yes, Armistice Day, Rememberance Day, Veteran's Day, call it what you will from whatever corner of the globe you're in. Bless those souls whose lives were taken, and regardless of the side they were on.


#3

Sammy the Red

Sammy the Red

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Sammy the Red

Sammy the Red

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#5

Parkmower

Parkmower

Thank you all veterans and active servicemen! We couldnt live the lives we do without you.


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Sammy the Red

Sammy the Red

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#8

173abn

173abn

Thanks to all who serve today and all those that did...russ


#9

Ric

Ric

I don't know how appropriate this is because it's a seasonal thing, a Christmas poem to be exact but I think it has some meaning of how maybe the service men think. Do yourself a favor and read the entire poem before saying or thinking that it doesn't have anything to do with veterans day and our U.S.service men.






A Christmas Poem To Remember


> > > > The embers glowed softly, and in
> their dim light,

> > > > > I gazed round the room and I
> cherished the sight.

> > > > > My wife was asleep, her head on my
> chest,

> > > > > My daughter beside me, angelic in
> rest.

> > > > > Outside the snow fell, a blanket
> of white,

> > > > > Transforming the yard to a winter
> delight.

> > > > > The sparkling lights in the tree I
> believe,

> > > > > Completed the magic that was
> Christmas Eve.

> My eyelids were heavy, my
> breathing was
> deep,

> > > > > Secure and surrounded by love
> I would sleep.

> > > > > In perfect contentment, or so
> it would seem,

> > > > > So I slumbered, perhaps I
> started to dream.

> > > > > The sound wasn't loud, and it
> wasn't too near,

> > > > > But I opened my eyes when it
> tickled my ear.

> > > > > Perhaps just a cough, I didn't
> quite know,

> Then the sure sound of
> footsteps outside in
> the snow.

> > > > My soul gave a tremble, I
> struggled to hear,

> > > > > And I crept to the door just
> to see who was
> near.

> > > > > Standing out in the cold and
> the dark of the
> night,

> > > > > A lone figure stood, his face
> weary and tight.

> > > > > A soldier, I puzzled, some
> twenty years old,

> > > > > Perhaps a Marine, huddled here
> in the cold.

> > > > > Alone in the dark, he looked
> up and smiled,

> > > > > Standing watch over me, my
> wife and my child.

> > > > > "What are you doing?" I asked
> without fear,

> > > > > "Come in this moment, it's
> freezing out here!

> > > > > Put down your pack, brush the
> snow from your
> sleeve,

> > > > > You should be at home on a
> cold Christmas
> Eve!"

> > > > > For barely a moment I saw his
> eyes shift,

> > > > > Away from the cold and the
> snow blown in
> drifts..

> > > > > To the window that danced with
> a warm fire's
> light

> > > > > Then he sighed and he said
> "It's really all
> right,

> > > > > I'm out here by choice. I'm
> here every night."

> > > > > "It's my duty to stand at the
> front of the
> line,

> > > > > That separates you from the
> darkest of times.

> > > > > No one had to ask or beg or
> implore me,

> > > > I'm proud to stand here like
> my fathers
> before me.

> My Gramps died at ' Pearl
> on a day in
> December,"

> > > > > Then he sighed, "That's a
> Christmas 'Gram
> always remembers."

> > > My dad stood his watch in
> the jungles of '
> Nam ',

> > > > > And now it is my turn and so,
> here I am.

> I've not seen my own son
> in more than a
> while,

> > > > > But my wife sends me pictures,
> he's sure got
> her smile.

> > Then he bent and he carefully
> pulled from his
> bag,

> > > > > The red, white, and blue... an
> American flag.

> I can live through the cold
> and the being
> alone,

> > > > > Away from my family, my house
> and my home.

> > I can stand at my post
> through the rain and
> the sleet,

> > > > > I can sleep in a foxhole with
> little to eat.

> > > > > I can carry the weight of
> killing another,

> > > > > Or lay down my life with my
> sister and
> brother..

> > > > Who stand at the front
> against any and all,

> > > > > To ensure for all time that
> this flag will not
> fall."

> "So go back inside," he
> said, "harbor no
> fright,

> > > > > Your family is waiting and
> I'll be all right."

> > > > "But isn't there something I
> can do,at the
> least,

> > > > > "Give you money," I asked, "or
> prepare you a
> feast?

> > > > > It seems all too little for
> all that you've
> done,

> > > > > For being away from your wife
> and your son."

> > > > > Then his eye welled a tear
> that held no
> regret,

> > > > > "Just tell us you love us, and
> never forget.

> > > > > To fight for our rights back
> at home while
> we're gone,

> > > > > To stand your own watch, no
> matter how long.

> > > > > For when we come home, either
> standing or
> dead,

> > > > > To know you remember we fought
> and we bled.

> > > > > Is payment enough, and with
> that we will
> trust,

> > > > > That we mattered to you as you
> mattered to
> us."

> Christmas will be coming
> soon and some credit is due to our U.S.service men
> and women for our
> being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try
> in this small way
> to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop
> and think of our
> heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves
> for us.

> > > > > LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
> > > > > 30th Naval Construction
> Regiment
> > > > > OIC, Logistics Cell One
> > > > > Al Taqqadum , Iraq.

> > > > > GOD BLESS
> AMERICA


#10

Sammy the Red

Sammy the Red

I don't know how appropriate this is because it's a seasonal thing, a Christmas poem to be exact but I think it has some meaning of how maybe the service men think. Do yourself a favor and read the entire poem before saying or thinking that it doesn't have anything to do with veterans day and our U.S.service men.


A Christmas Poem To Remember


The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,

I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.

My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,

My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,

Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,

Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,

Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.

In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,

So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,

But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.

Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,

Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,

And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,

A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,

Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.

Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,

Standing watch over me, my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,

"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!

Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,

You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,

Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light

Then he sighed and he said "It's really all right,

I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."

"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,

That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,

I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.

My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"

Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."

My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',

And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while,

But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,

The red, white, and blue... an American flag.

I can live through the cold and the being alone,

Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,

I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.

I can carry the weight of killing another,

Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..

Who stand at the front against any and all,

To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,

Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."

"But isn't there something I can do,at the least,

"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?

It seems all too little for all that you've done,

For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,

"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.

To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,

To stand your own watch, no matter how long.

For when we come home, either standing or dead,

To know you remember we fought and we bled.

Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,

That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S.service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.

LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction Regiment OIC, Logistics Cell One Al Taqqadum , Iraq.

GOD BLESS AMERICA

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Nice, I liked it.


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