Thank you sir.
And thank you for your inspiring service to us all. We appreciate you here,
Thank-you.
Thank you for the posting.
I still get a kick out of looking up and seeing our flag on the planes tails as they rip by.
Ours seem to stick out a little more.
Thanks for that posting.
Caps or not, its great.
How many Americans know the entire version, its just as true today as back in the War of 1812:
O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner: O, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever when free-men shall stand
Between their lov'd home and the war's desolation;
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land
Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserv'd us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust!”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Thank you.
Let the rest of the world and the dim bulbs within throw all they want at the rest of us Americans. They have no clue what they are dealing with. They think we will not fight. Just look at the bravery of our men and women in uniform today. The enemy has no clue what it would be dealing with if it was stupid enough to come down mainstreet U.S.A. Of course that would never happen. They would be ripped to shreds. They must try to break our will with devices that kill many then slink back into darkness like the rat crap they are. Hatred of these bastard terrorists puts it mild. Gitmo is a resort compared to what a lot of Americans think should be done. God Bless our troops.
Thank you for posting it! I still get tears in my eyes every time I read this!
Thank you for your service to America and the twin cause of Freedom and Justice.
This one is good-- I like others as well "Face the Flag "from John Wayne's America Why I love Her.Words by Bill Ezell,music by Billy Liebert-and Why are you marching son? off the same album,written by John Mitchum,music by
Billy Liebert-not to forget TAPS by John Mitchum with
Billy Liebert and LesTaylor doing the music.
Thanks for posting this.....how are you doing?
"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)
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!
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!
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.
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