Skip to comments.Thanks to Our Veterans
Posted on 05/26/2013 11:31:08 AM PDT by TheErnFormerlyKnownAsBig
Thank you veterans. Please post your branch of service, service years, and do the same for any relatives.
I”m a veteran, but this weekend is Memorial Day weekend, not Veteran’s Day. We remember those lost in wars to protect our freedoms.
lost my cousin in Viet Nam, I served on a nuclear sub for 6 years.
Army-I remember lost buddies- 1967-1968
That said, I saw this very nice tribute, BUT I am skeptical of the organization that made it. I hope I am mistaken. I’ll bet their 501C was approved in a nano second by the IRS.
The Path Of The Warrior
Thank you SJR “Dad” USN CPO / Master Chief Misc. WWII 40-44
Love Golux ( - )
This weekend, let's remember those who have up until now who have paid the ultimate price in the service of their country, and honor all others when it is their due time to be honored.
Roger that. Not to demean anyones intentions but Memorial day is to honor those who lost their lives defending this once great (and possibly future great) country. Praying we can turn this boat around. Soon.
P.S. Had ancestors who served since the Revolution. Kids and grandkids who have served more recently.
Had my six thru many bad firefights. Hell of a Marine.
Area Memorial Day ceremonies
Following is a list of Memorial Day ceremonies on Monday:
11 a.m. at Memory Gardens Cemetery in Sierra Vista off of Charleston Road, hosted by American Legion Post 52.
11 a.m. at Evergreen Cemetery in Bisbee, hosted by Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 836.
11:30 a.m. at the Old Post Cemetery on Fort Huachuca, hosted by the U.S. Army.
Noon in front of American Legion Post 24 on Allen Street in Tombstone, hosted by the post.
6 p.m. at the Southern Arizona Veterans Memorial Cemetery in Sierra Vista, hosted by the Sierra Vista United Veterans Council.
We have many war dead from our wars, the most I believe were in the war between the states. Each was a person who had a family, friends and cohorts who morned for them and a nation which should be grateful for their ultimate sacrifice. Most of us know someone for whom this day is sacred. As individuals and as a nation we should never forget them. Frankly, it should be a total stand down day not one of merriment, sales and parties.
Thanks for the opportunity to get that stated.
I lost school friends in Viet Nam; I was a military wife, mother, grandmother and widow for 40 years. At present, no one in my family is serving, but that’s only because the ages are not in compliance with induction laws.
I come from a long line of men who served their government or kings with honor and courage.
And I mourn all who gave their lives, no matter where, no matter what conflict, any where in the world, at any time. Giving one’s life to God in the service of one’s Country is the highest honor of all.
They all deserve our thanks and respect.
Thank Nixon for the three-day weekend. Memorial Day is ALWAYS May 30! Remember that on the graves of your loved ones.
God bless my late father, may he rest in peace....veteran of the 99th Infantry Division, World War 2, and the Battle of the Bulge.
Army.., lost my friends Jimmy and Scott in Vietnam. My son (Army) did Iraq 4x and is now in Afghanistan as a contractor. I have an Uncle who was awarded the Distinguished Service Medal and Silver Star in Normandy (and was excommunicated from his pacifistic-Mennonite Church for joining the Army).
Retired Army. 21 years. Vietnam vet. Retired right after first gulf war (thankfully I went on terminal leave just before that stinking Klinton came on board).
Thanks for making that important distinction.
Lance Corporal Allan Ray Chaffin, USMC
Both Vietnam in late 1960s.
Thank you, every year even Freepers get the days confused and it does get frustrating.
John A Bulpitt
Private First Class
A BTRY, 8TH BN, 6TH ARTILLERY, 1 INF DIV
Army of the United States
15 May 1944 - 28 April 1966
Centredale, Rhode Island
Panel 07E Line 004
The man whose MIA bracelet I wore 40 years ago....and whose remains were finally identified more than 25 years later....
RICHARD ALLAN FITTS
SSGT - E6 - Army - Regular
His tour began on Sep 25, 1968
Casualty was on Jan 15, 1975
In LZ, LAOS
Hostile, died while missing, HELICOPTER - NONCREW
AIR LOSS, CRASH ON LAND
Body was recovered
Panel 37W - Line 10
The greatest testament of sacrifice to those who have served is the number of people who lived in peace and did not have to serve and did not have to sacrifice.
Ken Rutherford, schoolmate Baltimore Polytechnic Institute, KIA Korean War. RIP Ken.
Our family circle has been lucky over the years in service to this country.
We have had neighbors that have not been so lucky.
It is their sacrifice that has helped this nation to survive against all odds, patriots blood shed to feed the very fabric of freedom and liberty for us all.
God Bless the memory of my dear father who served in WW 2 as a Coast Guard and from his estate I was able to pay off what was left of the morgage of the house I now live in. Thank-you my dear father.
My mother had cousins killed during WW 2.
My prior generation most of our men in the family served in most of the wars in history!
More recent WWI and WWII Korea and Vietnam! Grand Dad, all my uncles, and one aunt served the call of Freedom!
My father served in two wars the latter two. Wounded in action in Korea. A career service man that dedicated his life to the training of new recruits. Yes the dredded DI! His last duty Station was Vietnam after 19 years of service, His last deployment! Always a survivor and came home even through all the jungle they stomped and fought in. Lost in Cambodia for 2 months we
prayed each day he was safe!
I served our Great Country, and it was an Honor to do so!
Thanks, I echo another freeper today that Memorial Day is for guys we lost in combat operations.
That said, I proudly served in a non combat role from 1967 to 1974 in the USNR and 2 years of that was active duty in Sasebo, Japan.
Me USAF 71-75,
Gene, Korea, Army
Walter WW2, Navy Carrier
Father in Law Ed, Army WW2
Father John, Navy WW2, Submarines
Retired Air Force. 21 years. Vietnam vet. Retired right after first Gulf War. Had my papers in so I didn’t get deployed. Got a real nice certificate of recognition signed by President George HW Bush. If I had waited a few months longer to retire Clinton would have been president and I would tore up the certificate if his name had been on it.
Proudly served, U. S. Army, A 1/9 Cav, RVN 70-71. Dad served in the Pacific during WWII.
God Bless America and all soldiers, sailors, airmen and marines who died in service to our country.
On this day I think of our friend John, who was killed in a convoy in Afghanistan a few years ago. He left a wife and five children, ranging in age from the 20’s to a 6 year old, I think.
He was a West Point guy — loved by all. We were stationed with he and his family in Germany. Used to sit behind them in church every week.
Somehow his family is carrying out without him. I have no idea how they do it.
We also had three or so pilots go down in our unit the first training days of the Iraq invasion in 2003. Their families are also carrying on.
And then a young family lost their dad from a local unit during Desert Storm, many years ago.
I am grateful every single day my hubby made it back alive from so many different activities during his 26 year career. I think about these people a lot. It could have been us, but it wasn’t. It’s a strange feeling at times. to realize this.
To the brothers, families, and friends of the 21 lost from 1st Battalion 8th Marines June 2004 - January 2005 throughout Al Anbar Province, Iraq: God Bless and keep you all.
To the brothers, families, and friends of the 12 lost from 1st Battalion 6th Marines September 2006 - May 2007 Ar Ramadi, Al Anbar Province, Iraq: God Bless and keep you all.
To the brothers, families, and friends of the 2 lost; one (1) from 2nd Battalion 8th Marines (October 2007 - May 2008); one (1) from 1st Battalion 9th Marines (relieving unit) during the RIP in Ar Ramadi, Iraq: God Bless and keep you all. To the brothers, families, and friends of those that paid the price on the battlefield of the mind: know that your Marine's service was no less honorable and his battle no less lethal, God Bless and keep you all.
To those that survive and still serve, let us keep our fallen in memorial. Let us live life to the honor of God, Country, Corps; let us live to the fullest Glory of God here on earth as our brothers have PCS'd Home.
To those confused souls on this thread correcting me about Memorial Day’s purpose...you shall note that nowhere did I mention Memorial Day.
I chose to start a thread thanking veterans for their service and asking people to lost their sevice branch and years of service.
Some gave all, some gave a lot, and in my case some gave a little bit.
Six years U.S. Navy 86-92. STG2
Thank you for your service. I agree. I too am a veteran and today, when I was asked to stand, I did so, but in memory of my fallen comrades. Today is our day to salute all of them. May they rest in peace and may God Bless America.
Because of the GI Bill, determined and bulldog-tenacious, Ray overcame dyslexia
and not only finished high school, but also a B. A. business degree from Temple
University (the Educational Ministry of his home church, Temple Baptist). He spent
the rest of his life with Jean, a fellow student who became his wife, and moved from
Philly to Delaware, serving in accounting at the Dupont Company. Strong in faith
both to The Corps and to The Lord, one outcome was that the Faith Bapist Church
of Wilmington had its first meetings in his and Jean's living room. That church grew
to have a large, stable membership, and four pastors. Gregarious and constantly
evangelistic, Ray and Jean adopted me as if I belonged to their family, for which
I've always been grateful.
Ray passed on to Glory a few years ago, and I suppose now fulfilling the prophecy of
the third verse of the Marines' Hymn. If you don't know what that is, look it up.
He experienced failure of the physical heart (malaria??) and body, but never the
Semper Fi, Ray.
Grover "Don" Penn enlisted in the Marines from the CCC. After boot camp he
applied for the 1st Separate Bn under Col. Merritt Edson, training after the style of
British Commandos. Later his Bn was renamed "1st Raider Bn." Don fought on
Tulagi, then on Guadacanal he was in the forefront of the battle for Lunga Ridge
(also called Bloody Ridge, as well as Edson's Ridge), throwing grenades as fast as
possible, literally wearing out his right arm. After Guadalcanal these Raiders were
absorbed into 4MarDiv. At the end of his enlistment, Don received home leave,
then reenlisted, and with the 2MarDiv finished the war. Don was with the units
occupying Nagasaki after the surrender. Wounds, malaria, and following heart
disease almost killed Don; but he recovered, married and lived many years--a
blessing to his family, coworkers, and fellow servicemen of all branches.
Don was a great organizer and was for many years active in the DAV, becoming
State Commander. In his late years he was accepted into the Devil Dogs. He and
Violet opened their home to many friends whom, like myself, they made welcome
as if truly family at any time. A loyal, faithful, reliable friend to many both before,
in, and after his war service.
Semper Fi, valorous Raider of Tulagi and Matanikau!
Hayes Thompson, a cousin of Jean Parker and native of northern New York State,
entered the United States Navy in WWII. After boot camp, his bent for tinkering
and technical hobbies placed him in the--still premiere--Navy School of
Photography at Pensacola. From there he shot 16mm movies, and Speed Graphic
and 35mm stills all across the Pacific, recording Navy operations for analysis of
procedures, as well as for public relations. In the Okinawa invasion, the Navy took
serious personal injuries and deaths, and Hayes was twice wounded by
Worshippers of the Divine Wind (Kamikazis) in this invasion. He also landed on
Honshu after the surrender, photographing the A-bomb-levelled Nagasaki for the
After the war Hayes spent many years as an OTR truck driver, mostly in lonely
hours, transporting new vehicles. Hayes also loved to relax, playing the old
melodies on his alto sax. Later in life with his wife Ethel at the organ keyboard,
he accepted many gigs to stimulate the nostalgic memories of the lovers of popular
songs from the forties and fifties. I met him, playing for folks at a nursing home,
and wormed my way into his favor by singing the lyrics for many of those songs
that I had learned verbatim as a child, then later performed as a Barbershop quartet
singer. He also recognized that the WWII veterans were my heroes, and invited me
to sing regularly with Ethel and himself. We had such a good time at his homes
(DE & FL) practicing, recording, eating, and just reminiscing. He also loved the Lord,
and had many encouraging Gospel hymns in his repertoire.
Hayes passed a few years ago, very quickly from aggressive stomach cancer.
In his last year, I had the thrilling experience of bringing Don, Vi, Hayes, and Ethel
together for a meal, and introduce Hayes and Don as having walked the bare streets
of Nagasaki in the very same days after the war. But what delightful pals they
were to me, just a little 9 year old kid when they strode as guards, weary, but
victors over all they surveyed. Which, in fact, was a lot of Nothing!--zip!--zero!
Anchors Aweigh, Hayes! See you in the streets of gold, by the River of Life flowing
from under the Throne!
Wilmot G. Turner, CWO (Ret.), graduated from high school in 1942, enlisted in the
Queen of Battles; and after Recruit School, was sent to Florida to keep Army records.
After the Japanese surrender, he was sent there for something the Army always
needs--clerical duties to keep them fed, housed, clothed, mounted, and above all -
armed! And everything has to be recorded and filed--morning reports, orders,
promotions, transfers, trip tickets, etc. Returning from the Far East, he negotiated
for a permanent position with the New York Army National Guard 27th Infantry Div,
Co. K. 108th Infantry Reg't (which had covered itself in glory in WWI, served in
Philippines and Okinawa WWII). "Bill" served at the Hornell, NY Armory, and
was the permanent civil service member of the company where I enlisted in
August, 1956 as a citizen soldier. By then, and according to various and tortuous
Army reorganizations (to keep the WOs busy?) it had turned into Co D, 174th
Armored Infantry Bn, 27th Armored Div, NYARG.
Bill Wilmot took me into hand, got me uniformed, sent me off for a few more years
under Mr. Milliman, Svc Btry, 249th AFArty, 27th Armored Div, while I finished
(flunked) college at Syracuse. Then I came back, having been sent to NCO School,
and served the rest of my obligation to the nation, in my old Company D.
Like an old, caring, but persistent in detail mother hen, he brooded over every
man in the company, seeing to their best interests.
And I was just one of more than 100 day-a-week soldiers. The company commander
gave the orders, and the men carried them out; but Mr. Turner saw to the details--
Because the ranks were filled with WWII and Korean veterans, old, knowing
combat-wombats, our company stood high in the battalion, and the battalion
high in the division, which by RA judges was given a rating as equivalent Regular
Army rating in training and combat proficiency. Bill was a big factor in this, faithfully
attending to details without requiring someone to saddle and whip him every day.
For me, he watched, criticized, and approved--I'm sure he had a finger in my
promotion to MG squad leader. Marksmanship was encouraged through making
the armory range available; and he supplied all the ammunition we wanted--and
that was a lot. One year, having surplus ammo before Federal Inspection, Bill gave
me three boxes of linked 30-06 MG, 250 rounds per box (every 5th one with a red
nose), to unlink for my M1903A3 Springfield rifle--but only a couple of days before.
My days with the 174th were over in Oct 1962. But in 2001, I looked him up, took
him out to dinner, and expressed my long-time appreciation for his contribution
to me and to my beloved country. Afterward, he took me back to his neat, well-
ordered, widower's home; and we visited for a while. He excused himself, then
brought back an M7 AR-15 bayonet with M8 scabbard (probably surplussed but
superseded in the 1990s), and a WWII scabbarded Japanese bayonet, and asked
me to keep them for him. Next year, I went back, but I saw his place was changed,
with kid's bikes and toys scattered around. Bill was gone, for good. I suspect he
knew, but said not one word.
Our 147th Infantry motto: same as for the USMC--"Semper Fideles"--hit them
star-dusty trails, Bill! I hope I never have to use the bayonet. But if you find one
for my M1, send it back, please, Sir!
These kinds of real men have touched my life in ways that the little bit of 6 years
in the NYARNG are but a humble response to their dedicated service, which I cannot
Just remember, you Villistas, you Nazis, Zen ninjas, communists, Muslims,
terrorists, Taliban (and Obamanidiots): I still have my M1 .30 caliber Garand Rifle,
steel pot, fatigues, boots, web belt, and field pack. I'm not so strong alone anymore,
but there are several millions of us, we still know how to take and give orders,
and we're training more every day. We love and seek peace, but ... Beware!
Don't tread on me!
Also, please remember with distinction MG Merritt A. Edson (Ret.): Marine,
National Medal-winning rifleman, victorious foe over Central American guerillas,
Raider creator, reorganizer of the Vermont State Police, Director of the NRA; and
Silver Star, Legion of Merit (2X), Navy Cross(2X), and Medal of Honor holder.
A Prince of Warriors, loved by his beloved Corps. Rest easy, Sir!
And while you're at it, remember the Father of Our Country, a steadfast, unmovable
man of Christian strength, prayer, thoughtfulness, compassion, and courageous
action, a perfect Patriot and Servant, First among equals, for all to mimic.
Close, close to God --
Just a couple of memories on Memorial Day, Anno Domini 2013
Thank you. Today is a Memorial Day for those we have lost in the battles for our freedom. Those, who when called to pay the ultimate price, paid it. Some gladly, some regretfully, some disdainfully, but the price was paid.
Today is NOT Veteran’s Day, it’s not Military Apprciation Day, it’s no more or less than a day to remember our fallen.
Read the title of the thread...if you find any reference to Memorial day or Armistice day or anything other than thanking a veteran let me know.
If you don’t find those things...then go take a flying leap and lecture someone else and wuit shitting on my thread.
No offense meant, my Freeper Friend. Just a thought, a comment, that today is meant as a memorial for those who died in service to our country. I meant my comments as a comparison, because as a veteran, I’m simply tired of those who thank me on days like today. Today is meant a pause in our lives for those who paid the sacrifice I, and many others, were not called to pay. God blessed me, and I lived.
“When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.”
Because, as always, the answer is included in the bible.
John 15:12-14 This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends if you do what I command you.
Again, I mean no offense, and I mean you no grief, even if you take offense to those thoughts.
Thank YOU for your service!
I will be pushing in my wheelchair today, covering the 1.2 miles of the Lebanon Memorial Day Parade, to honor my brothers-in-arms who are not here to celebrate with us.
They gave their lives for all of us, so the least we can do is remind as many people as we can today - this day is for the fallen American heroes, who made the ultimate sacrifice!
God Bless the American Soldiers who have paid the ultimate price defending our freedom in this Representative Republic.
Didn't know squat about Washington state. I had two aunts and uncles out there who I always stayed in touch with. Exchanged photos and such. The mountains reminded me of Europe. They sent me the news papers and there were plenty of legal office type jobs out there, a severe shortage. I had been looking here in Alabama and Georgia for over 2 months on terminal leave and had not found anything. We packed our stuff and went out there, me and the girls, and I got there on a Friday, got the Sunday paper, sent out for two jobs, got a call on Wednesday, interviewed on Thursday and called and told on Friday I had a job. Making twice what I did at retirement in the Army. So, there I stayed for 15 years. Met my new wife out there. She retired from B of A and we came home to freedom here in Alabama and got out of that soviet state!!!
Today is the day to remember a MP Sergeant assigned to Baumholder who died downrange. At his memorial service, after saluting his picture I walked over to his wife, hugged her gently while whispering in her ear “blessed is the man whose transgressions are not counted against him.” With tears streaming down her cheeks she smiled and said “My baby is dancing for Jesus.”
Today I am remembering him, his young wife, and thinking about my dad's buddy's who didn't come home from WWII and Korea. Those who were just a couple years older than I who never came home from Vietnam. Those who didn't come home from Grenada and Desert Storm or or who died trying to rescue hostages in Iraq. I am remembering those who I never served next to that gave all.
No if you'll excuse me I am going to the local VA cemetery to walk in a garden of stone.