Here's one I'd like to honor. This photo was taken in the past week. I can't post his name for security reasons, but he's a good friend of mine.
Posted on 05/30/2005 12:56:46 AM PDT by Cee-gar Man US Marine
Thank you for posting this, and thank you so very much for your service.
It's always a thrill for me to see Old Glory, whether it's flying from the embassy in Ottawa or at the border crossing. I was home a couple of months ago, visiting my father, and I really loved how so many people have their flags flying proudly.
It's the most beautiful flag in the world, imo.
Thank you for posting this, and thank you so very much for your service.
It's always a thrill for me to see Old Glory, whether it's flying from the embassy in Ottawa or at the border crossing. I was home a couple of months ago, visiting my father, and I really loved how so many people have their flags flying proudly on their houses.
It's the most beautiful flag in the world, imo.
Sorry for the double post! :)
Quick on the ol clicker. . .it happens. . .
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Quick on the ol clicker. . .it happens. . .
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I'd like to take this opportunity to remember my father who was a WWI veteran and my brother who was a Korean War veteran and all my fellow Viet Nam veterans.
God bless and keep them all.
Semper Fi,
Kelly
bttt and THANK YOU!
Sorry for the typo. I just woke up and put my flag up..the coffee is still sinking in.
I remember I was nervous then, I guess a little scared, cause I wasn't sure how I'd react at all. To see the names of the service men who'd been recorded there, who'd heard the final roll call and assembled at the wall.
And every name's a father, or a husband, or a son. Or a daughter, or a brother, or a cousin to someone. Or a name might be a classmate or a friend you may recall. There's nearly 60,000 fallen men awaiting at The Wall.
The Wall is many granite sections, a solid pool of black, a visitor may pause to touch a name. It just seems that in the dark reflection's hands are reaching back, as if to greet and touch and hold the hands of those who came. Someone might stoop to leave a rose, a letter or a poem, a message to a young man loved and lost. And assure they still remember those who never made it home, who built the wall so long and tall, and paid the bitter price.
And every name's a father, or a husband or a son. Or a daughter or a brother, or a cousin to someone. Or a name might be a classmate or a friend you may recall. There's nearly 60,000 fallen men awaiting at The Wall.
As I watched the lines of people that passed by in slow parade, I read a different story in each face. And I couldn't help but wonder at the pilgrimage we made, what common bond if any, might have brought us to this place. There were tourists, and the curious, and some veterans who came, still others who'd son had served through it all. But the only thing I'm sure of is we left not quite the same, with our memories a lyin there awaiting at The Wall.
And every name's a father, or a husband or a son. Or a daughter, or a brother, or a cousin to someone. Or a name might be a classmate or a friend you may recall. There's nearly 60,000 fallen men waiting at The Wall.
There's nearly 60,000 men waiting at The Wall.
-Tim Murphy
That a great pic! hahahah
Yeah...I thought so too! I'm friends with him and his brother. His brother sent it to me this morning, and I didn't notice until later that it was attached. My kids thought it was the coolest! :-)
I love the whole thing. But there are times when I feel that we would be better singing the last verse more often than the first.
Ohh that last verse thats the one that brings tears to my eyes and we never sing it.
Even in Church.
RB<><
:)
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