Photo from the Free Republic "March for Justice" (10/31/98) Washington, D.C.
Posted on 05/30/2005 12:56:46 AM PDT by Cee-gar Man US Marine
Well I only pointed out the truth and yet you see that as anti-american. Work it out my friend.
I guess you get the village idiot award this morning.....
Ok point out in my post were I lied? I bet you cannot and only come back with another insult.
You want another insult?...no problem.
I want you to tell me were I lied in my post. We both know you cannot.
let me see...How can I insult you the best?
You try your best to evade the point. You can insult me if you like but that just shows how you totally lost the debate! :)
Your debate makes me laugh!...the debate of the left is appeasment and surrender.
"These heroes are dead. They died for liberty—they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, the embracing vines. They sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or storm, each in the windowless palace of rest. Earth may run red with other wars—they are at peace. In the midst of battles, in the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death." - Robert Green Ingersoll (1833–1899)
Yes the debate of the left is appeasement and surrender. At least we agree on that.
Unfortunately, we are just as guilty of the Utopian heresy as other nations--perhaps moreso. After all it was our president Wilson who destroyed Christendom in his quest to "make the world safe for democracy."
Please understand that this is Memorial Day in America. It is not necessarily the specifics, but the tone that may be less than appreciated. Today is a really special day to honor the fallen in our wars...to honor those who protect our freedom.
THE YOUNG MARINE
The Young Marine
By Frank G. Gross I/ 3/ 7/USMC
The ballad below is in reference to the freezing bitter cold that the all troops suffered at the Chosin Reservoir
The road was long and freezing
in this cold and frosty scene
in the Korean War at the Reservoir
for this weary tried Marine
As his frozen feet would shuffle
and his purple toes were tapped
his naked face and burning skin
was wrinkled cracked and chapped
The stiffness of his moustache
his painful face would show
as the nasal drip had made a grip
from the chilling winds and snow
In the fear it could get colder
when the sun would chose to rest
he clinched his arms together
in the attempt to warm his chest
The stinging cold of numbness
as freezing sweat would rub
that changed to ice with in his boots
and on his hands beneath each glove<
A vapor cloud of warmness
from the puff of body breath
help to give resistance
of freezing half to death
The tremor of the snow and frost
a chilling winter scene
fell upon his cover
of his helmet brown and green
Conditions that turned to frost bite
a plague to soon unfold
as the blizzard snow and the enemy foe
had fortified their hold
A typhoon of freezing fury
with snow upon his back
as the lack of allowance
was throwing off balance
of aggression and blizzard attack
The infested Korean mountains
with a foe so sly and coy
in a mass atack their burpp guns crack
with the purpose to destroy
From the Oriental proverb
the Chinese troops all know
when the young Marine at the
Chosin Scene
spoke their words Gung Ho
For the term means work together
with siprit and with pride
as the army and ally nations
were fighting by his side
For this Marine Corps Band of Brothers
speak not of retreat
as they walk into the jaws of death
and carry out the teeth!
No dishonour was meant - merely that you do have friends in the world, but you make it hard for them! You are not alone, you never have been and you never will be. :)
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
John McCrae
Photo from the Free Republic "March for Justice" (10/31/98) Washington, D.C.
TOMMY
by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.
I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,
But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait outside";
But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide,
The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,
O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide.
Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.
We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind",
But it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind,
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
O it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind.
You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' all:
We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool -- you bet that Tommy sees!
Oh. . .a word. . .welcome to FR but be warned, being a member for only two days and then express such things as equating American patriotism with 1930's Nazism. . .you are wandering into dangerous territory.
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