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"Remember...What We Owe.."--MEMORIAL DAY 2005--Thread# 5
5/26/05 | redrock--(..some old geezer in Utah...who is NOT P.C.)

Posted on 05/26/2005 7:39:41 AM PDT by redrock

It was a somewhat typical New England spring day. Ripe with the promise of summer....and of a change...a very profound change. The men hugged their wives and children...some for the last time...and, as they had promised..(at a time when honour actually MEANT something), gathered at the village green.

Armed with various weapons....and with various degrees of purpose...they stood in line facing the finest light infantry in the world.

Looking back thru history......you have to ask yourself a question.

What do we (as the inheritors of their resolve..indeed of their dream).....owe them??????

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Around 75 years later....a battle line of Union soldiers was holding on to a small rocky knoll...barely.

...and charging up the knoll (some call it a hill) were other soldiers...bent on taking control of that rocky area.

BOTH battle lines were composed of Americans....
BOTH battle lines were inheritors of the American Dream........
BOTH battle lines .....struggling for the very soul of that American Dream.

...and the question remains...what do we owe those men ???

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50 some odd years later...a man named 'Jack' (tall....very tall..and skinny) was in a trench in France....feeling very frightened...and yet.....fighting as hard as he could against a German attack.

Feeling the mustard gas start to take hold of his lungs...and standing his ground...firing his weapon as fast as he could...feeling even the stock get hot.

...and the question must be again asked.....what do we owe those men????

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Fast forward...to the Battle of the Bulge....in WWII. A man named Leonard is shivering in the snow and cold...afraid.

He has fought for days with no warm food (actually very little food at all)...and has been cold the entire time.

He has been in Bastogne for a week...has seen it filled with troops running for their lives....has seen tanks grind men..friends...beneath their treads. He has witnessed the artillery pounding the buildings around him to dust.......

...and still he stays...and fights.

He has made a decision ...

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A few years later...a man named Robert..who dreamed as a child in Oklahoma of being a Marine.....wonders if he will ever get warm again...wonders if he will ever return home alive.

...and knows that at Chosen .....everyone wondered the same thing.

...and still he stayed and fought...cold....hungry.

Watching his friends dead frozen bodies be stacked like cordwood.

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You need to get up from your chair...and walk outside in the open air.

Kneel down and feel the earth....pick up a handfull...and roll it around.

Savour it.....and know that every bit has been paid for.

Paid for with the blood of those made a decision.

Paid for with the blood of those who decided that this Nation...with a beginning so dedicated to the idea that each and every one of us is endowed from our Creator with the Right to live our lives the way we deem...and that each and every one of us is also endowed by that same Creator with the Responsibility for that life.....was worth fighting for.

Paid for by the blood of American son's....fathers.

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...and so the question remains.....

What do we owe them????

We owe them everything......and nothing.

We owe them no rewards...no statues....no long winded speeches by self-serving politicians. (even Lincoln understood.........the very act of standing up and fighting for your beliefs negates all words)

But we do owe them what we promised. A day set aside to remember what they did....and to say "Thank You".

MEMORIAL DAY.


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To: redrock; SSgt Mike

Thinking of you Mike.

21 posted on 05/26/2005 8:25:19 AM PDT by mommadooo3
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To: redrock

Point taken, friend.


22 posted on 05/26/2005 8:30:52 AM PDT by ConorMacNessa (HM/2 USN L 3/5 1st MARDIV "I" Corps RVN 1969)
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To: Warthogtjm

Memorial Day bump


23 posted on 05/26/2005 8:40:41 AM PDT by Molly Pitcher (We are Americans...the sons and daughters of liberty...*.from FReeper the Real fifi*)
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To: redrock
Keep The Faith.
24 posted on 05/26/2005 8:48:25 AM PDT by ANGGAPO (Layte Beach Club.)
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To: redrock; The Sailor; txradioguy; Jet Jaguar; Defender2; Blue Scourge; Cool Multiservice Soldier; ...

"We Can Be Heroes.....Just For One Day"
MEMORIAL DAY 2005--Thread # 1

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1408120/posts

"Just Another Drunk Indian..."
MEMORIAL DAY--Thread # 2

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1408698/posts

"Chocolate Chip Cookies"
MEMORIAL DAY 2005--Thread # 3

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1409491/posts

"Hey...Do Ya Wanna Hear a Polish Joke???"
MEMORIAL DAY 2005--Thread # 4

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1410220/posts

"Remember...What We Owe.."
MEMORIAL DAY 2005--Thread # 5

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1410906/posts

redrock annual Memorial Day threads PING


25 posted on 05/26/2005 9:04:02 AM PDT by 68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub (Have you said Thank You to a service man or woman today?)
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To: 68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub

26 posted on 05/26/2005 9:07:21 AM PDT by mommadooo3
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To: dandi; Mr. Silverback; JoeSixPack1; Focault's Pendulum; Petronski; Yellow Rose of Texas; ...
Nope...no P.C. here....

redrock

27 posted on 05/26/2005 9:22:40 AM PDT by redrock (Diplomacy is the art of saying 'Nice doggie' until you can find a rock. --Will Rogers)
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To: 68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub

bump


28 posted on 05/26/2005 9:33:58 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: redrock
Thanks for the ping. Keep them coming!
29 posted on 05/26/2005 9:36:40 AM PDT by chapin2500 (Howard Deans eyes are to close together.)
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To: redrock

Thanks for the Post redrock. Happy Memorial Day to all my fellow vets and their families. All of you define my life and my reason for living. I was trained by you, took care of many of you, and your families for 22yrs on active duty, and continue to do so at my own little VA in Portland. No one could ask for more, all of you make it more than a job. I can't thank you enough, or those of us who have given all.
God Bless each and every one of you!!

Semper Fi!
Doc


30 posted on 05/26/2005 9:44:42 AM PDT by docman57 (Retired but still on Duty)
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To: redrock

My first patients were mainly WWI veterans with a few from the Spanish American War. I had one WWI vet who used to repeatedly say "I've been over the top five times". Even though he had obvious mental problems the other veterans held him in awe.

It wasn't until many years later that I realized what a feat it was for this veteran to have lived through this ordeal five times.


31 posted on 05/26/2005 10:00:49 AM PDT by tertiary01 (Help.....I'm a victim of Mexican imperialism.)
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To: redrock; snippy_about_it; Valin; Professional Engineer; PhilDragoo; alfa6; w_over_w; ...


What Is Memorial Day?

by
LT Bobby Ross

My years whirl past me. Swirling. Dry, broken grass hovering in a spring breeze. Can I remember my experiences in war? Hardly. Fighting for my country, my youth nvested, seems such a long time ago, and so unimportant. The calendar this year marks Memorial Day on the 29th of May,2000. Have I lost something? The traditional Memorial Day, also known as Decoration Day, is on the 30th of May. This observed Memorial Day on May 29th coincidentally allows for a national three day holiday. Such is commercialism's capitalistic American display. But why do I feel so stricken, like I have abandoned old friends from long ago Their ghosts consort with my floating years, and their spirits coast around my presence.

Another three day holiday! Memorial Day! Maybe me and the kids can go camping? Or, to the beach? Memorial Day is fun! This is the inconsiderate, thoughtless approach to this meaningful, and consecrated moment representing one three hundred and sixty-fifth of our year.

What is the meaning of Memorial Day? Is it merely a three day escape from our worldly duties? Or, is it the official beginning of summer? Is selling more hot dogs at the ballpark the overriding clarification? Many souls, sacrificed in war, in duty to America, are wandering. They drift in a heavenly place, minus their future here upon earth. Tomorrows were forfeited. Given up so our nation would invigorate free souls, aspire them to freedom, and justly allow their lives lived as they prefer. Raising offspring above restrictions, as they desire. Those lost lives giving we, the living, what we want freely. Those are the souls we respect on Memorial Day. This means it is a sacred day. Without retrospect, sacrifice is mute.

Old Glory does not wave by accident. It flutters in the spring air revealing honor. The color red represents the blood bloom from those who fell, those who clawed, those who cried in horrible pain. Those who died fast. And, those who died ever so slowly. They did their duty. When I see Old Glory waving on a sunny, end of May day, the pigment red gushes from millions of souls, floating, not with us, anymore. They are amongst our heroes, cajoling with angels with their champions, conquerors and commanders. Friends and loved ones gather, over the rave, witness to those who gave more than anyone should be required to relinquish. They did not want to yield. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and when the moment harshly struck them their fatal blow, they cried for their mother, or their friend. Then there were those, many of those, who knew exactly what they were giving. They moved forward knowingly. They lost their lives so their mission would be accomplished.

Fools! Some intellects can say that. One would have to be an imbecile to give up life, no matter what the cause. For a flag? Futile! For a country! More pointless! For freedom! What freedom is there in mortality? Yes, fools they may have been, but their numbers add up in an awesome display of American loss! Veterans' Cemeteries, white badges sailing row after row after row upon green grass, almost never ending, creeping onto the horizon. Constant reminders of the devastation of our human treasure. Mothers' tears, enough to fill an ocean to overflow. Sweethearts, broken hearted, reading telegrams. Sons and daughters, many unborn, wakening at birth to a devastated family suffering from a victim of war there no more. And what does all this macabre math equal?

Memorial Day is the correct answer. Few Americans know a person who died in war. Their family trees have lost some leaves, falling as they fought in one of America's wars, or discarded in the peacetime military. We are a busy people. We have business to capture. Our kids are in school. We have chores. Mundane, or surrealistic. We are a spirited society, seeking applications to improve ourselves and our communities. We are a helpful populace, always there when the going gets tough to help those who have suffered the tragedies of nature, whether a hurricane or a famine. Americans are always the first on the scene worldwide bearing their gifts of human spirit and abundance. This is why it is so puzzling that the meaning of Memorial Day seems to lack substance to many of our own people. Even with the day itself. Put back to accommodate a holiday schedule fixed by some organism no one knows, yet powerful enough to do so, the day itself lacks consequence to too many. Many who never knew a person who died in service to America are wrought with the invisible pain of not feeling for those who do.

Americans take things for granted. We have so much. So very much. Endless choices. These options are not available worldwide. Our shelves are full. Unlike many in other nations of the world. So many are empty or offer very limited selections. Those American fighting men and women killed in battle whose souls are floating actually made available these wondrous choices we have every day of our American lives. Yet, most of our youngsters have no idea whatsoever what this means. They don't learn this in school. We must teach them. For without knowledge, they may end up thinking, or believing, all these marvelous selections came without circumstance. Minus anything. Equaling no meaning.

Our nation needs to halt and perceive the flags and flowers on our Veterans graves on this consecrated holiday. We need to lift a common voice of adoration to those floating spirits of our onetime American Warriors, and extol them with a salutation. We have not come that far with our technological miracles of this millennium to become crass. We still need respect. Our backs can not turn from formality. Our eyes can not look away from custom. Our voices must not resonate in silence against honor and glory. To do so will leave us hollow, only to fill us with that which is desolate and lacking potential. This is not the true meaning of Memorial Day.

The heartfelt significance requires reminding. Story telling. Wisdom being passed on from our Veterans to our younger generations. An interpretation certified by those who remember the horrors of war. Without this core, our society can not remain genuine. It becomes contemptible. It rots from within. These floating souls of our lost American Warriors are a powerful force, for they live within our hearts. They constantly seek justification for their contributions, and they are real within us. Such is what our American substance stands for, where character is developed, individually is guaranteed, and a community, a nation, survives.

America enters the 21st Century as the most powerful entity humankind has ever experienced. America permeates this next century with vast responsibilities. Our children must bear this promise. We can not turn our backs on these bygone descendants, nor can we do so upon ourselves. Memorial Day offers us the opportunity to express a moment of solitude where each of us can personify in our own way what we feel. I only speak for my myself, as one who has bared his soul to the dread of war. So my father did, and his father's father before him, and their souls float amongst the multitudes. My mother and her mother held their Veterans after they returned from war, tears streaming down their cheeks in gratitude for their safe return. And there were those in my ancestry who did not return from war. And their mothers' tears soaked the pillows on beds for generations to sleep upon. Their souls are the dreams that drift amongst the floating, gathering at the end of May in the breeze of summer's coming, in the cool glass of lemonade at the child's street side stand, in the cheers at the ball game from the crowd rooting their team to victory and enjoying the best hot dogs in the world.

Let us all stop for a moment, whether it is on the traditional day, or the observed Memorial Day, or even at the end of May, and reach for those floating souls. Let us reveal to them how much we cherish their sacrifice for our free people. Let these memories harvest our recognition of the meaning of Memorial Day in a very simple word. And let that word, simply stated be: Thanks.

32 posted on 05/26/2005 10:01:21 AM PDT by SAMWolf (Another beautiful theory, killed by a nasty, ugly, little fact.)
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To: SAMWolf

BTT!!!!!!


33 posted on 05/26/2005 10:02:54 AM PDT by E.G.C.
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To: 68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub


34 posted on 05/26/2005 10:04:22 AM PDT by E.G.C.
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To: redrock


35 posted on 05/26/2005 10:04:53 AM PDT by E.G.C.
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To: redrock
50 some odd years later...a man named 'Jack' (tall....very tall..and skinny) was in a trench in France....feeling very frightened...and yet.....fighting as hard as he could against a German attack. Feeling the mustard gas start to take hold of his lungs...and standing his ground...firing his weapon as fast as he could...feeling even the stock get hot. ...and the question must be again asked.....what do we owe those men????

My Grandfather served in WWI in the trenches in France. He suffered the mustard gas...he was a lucky one and lived. He passed away when I was a teenager but I and my family honor his service and sacrifice to the Country he loved.

Thanks again for posting these stories of Heroes redrock.
36 posted on 05/26/2005 10:17:16 AM PDT by Liberty Valance (If you must filibuster, let the Constitution do the talkin')
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To: SAMWolf

Amen.


37 posted on 05/26/2005 10:21:20 AM PDT by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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To: redrock
As always, thanks for posting this redrock.

you old geezer :-)

38 posted on 05/26/2005 10:24:22 AM PDT by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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To: redrock

Thank God for the ones who went before, for the friends I served with, and for those who are serving now. I wish I were with them, but who needs a fat old bombardier these days?


39 posted on 05/26/2005 11:06:51 AM PDT by Bombardier (Ready to suit up for one more mission.....)
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To: All
My grandfather fought with the 3rd Infantry Division (Rock of the Marne) in France during WWI. My father flew B-24s with the 392nd BG and after he was wounded, was transferred to the Pacific T.O. to support Marine and Army units on their drive to Japan. My uncles served with the Marines and Navy in both WWII and Korea and my late father-in-law was a Machinist’s Mate in Pearl Harbor on December 7th, 1941. I retired from the Army with two tours in Vietnam, starting with the Tet Offensive in Hue/Phu Bai in 1968 .

My family and I understand what it means to live in a free country and, more importantly, what it means to protect that country to ensure its freedoms for our children and grandchildren. However, we also know how our beloved country treats its veterans after their service is no longer needed. It is summed up in this short poem, attributed to both Rudyard Kipling and a soldier in Wellington’s army:

In times of war, and not before,
God and the soldier men adore;
When the war is o'er and all things righted,
God’s forgotten and the soldier slighted.

To the President and Congress:
Mr. President, Honorable Senators and Representatives,
If, on this Memorial Day, you do remember the sacrifices of American veterans, please hold that thought sacred in your heart, because the time will come when you will be asked to vote to take care of those of us and of our families who have served our country with honor, with dignity, and with pride. May your duty to us equal what you have expected and received from us; no more, no less.

40 posted on 05/26/2005 11:15:04 AM PDT by retarmy (Been there, done that, and have the scars to prove it. . .)
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