Bump to read later. I started to read, and my eyes started to tear up.
God bless all our Vietnam Vets.
Well done.
They changed the voting district lines, so I am no longer in Murtha’s district. I wish I was, just so I could vote for Mr. Russell and AGAINST Murtha!
Any, American, that would run against Murtha would get my vote.
Mr Russel certainly qualifies.
“.....Their war was lost to the betrayal of so-called peaceniks, who by design or default, played into the hands of the enemy and gave away victory....”
Well said! The ‘loss’ in Vietnam must be hanged around the necks of the democrats for all time.
Marine Corps Viet Nam War Combat Veteran Bump
“C” 1/5 1st Mar. Div.
1969-70
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Got a blurry monitor now. God Bless these guys. It’s good to know they’re standing up for the current service men and women like my son. Everyone could take a lesson from them.
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I am so gratified to hear of the wonderful candidates, like Russell and West, running for office this year. Their courage, and awareness of the dangers our nation faces, would be a remarkable asset.
Thank you for your service, Mr. Russell. We are so very, VERY, glad you are home! (Hug)
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My husband just read LTC Russell’s piece. One more old LTC Vietnam Vet reaching for a tissue...
(from “Selected Poems of Thomas Merton”)
Sweet brother, if I do not sleep
My eyes are flowers for your tomb;
And if I cannot eat my bread,
My fasts shall live like willows where you died.
If in the heat I find no water for my thirst,
My thirst shall turn to springs for you, poor traveler.
Where, in what desolate and smoky country,
Lies your poor body, lost and dead?
And in what landscape of disaster
Has your unhappy spirit lost its road?
Come, in my labor find a resting place
And in my sorrows lay your head,
Or rather take my life and blood
And buy yourself a better bed —
Or take my breath and take my death
And buy yourself a better rest.
When all the men of war are shot
And flags have fallen into dust,
Your cross and mine shall tell men still
Christ died on each, for both of us.
For in the wreckage of your April Christ lies slain,
And Christ weeps in the ruins of my spring;
The money of Whose tears shall fall
Into your weak and friendless hand,
And buy you back to your own land:
The silence of Whose tears shall fall
Like bells upon your alien tomb.
Hear them and come: they call you home.
God bless you all for standing up for The US of A against liberals and Islamofascists.
