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Posted on 04/05/2006 6:58:22 PM PDT by AZamericonnie
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Are you catching this new southpark?
Medal of Honor Recipient *COSTIN, HENRY G.
Rank and organization: Private, U.S. Army, Company H, 115th Infantry, 29th Division. Place and date: Near Bois-de-Consenvoye, France, 8 October 1918. Entered service at: Baltimore, Md. Birth: Baltimore, Md. G.O. No.: 34, W.D., 1919. Citation: When the advance of his platoon had been held up by machinegun fire and a request was made for an automatic rifle team to charge the nest, Pvt. Costin was the first to volunteer. Advancing with his team, under terrific fire of enemy artillery, machineguns, and trench mortars, he continued after all his comrades had become casualties and he himself had been seriously wounded. He operated his rifle until he collapsed. His act resulted in the capture of about 100 prisoners and several machineguns. He succumbed from the effects of his wounds shortly after the accomplishment of his heroic deed.
Rest in peace, Pvt. Costin.
Good evening Diva! Looks like poker has been replaced with baseball....for tonight at least!:) *Hugs*
Johnnie, get your gun,
Get your gun, get your gun,
Take it on the run,
On the run, on the run.
Hear them calling, you and me,
Every son of liberty.
Hurry right away,
No delay, go today,
Make your daddy glad
To have had such a lad.
Tell your sweetheart not to pine,
To be proud her boy's in line.
(chorus sung twice)
Johnnie, get your gun,
Get your gun, get your gun,
Johnnie show the Hun
Who's a son of a gun.
Hoist the flag and let her fly,
Yankee Doodle do or die.
Pack your little kit,
Show your grit, do your bit.
Yankee to the ranks,
From the towns and the tanks.
Make your mother proud of you,
And the old Red, White and Blue.
(chorus sung twice)
Chorus:
Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word over there -
That the Yanks are coming,
The Yanks are coming,
The drums rum-tumming
Ev'rywhere.
So prepare, say a pray'r,
Send the word, send the word to beware.
We'll be over, we're coming over,
And we won't come back till it's over
Over there.
And at MoJo's house, it's the guys outside discussing the fence and tree people. No fence and the wood hasn't been removed yet. At least it's not in our yard now, but progress isn't moving very fast. Hopefully the baseball game is tonight. Hehe!!
Great theme. My grandfather was Sgt. William T. Hardin
HARDIN, WILLIAM T.
Sergeant, U.S. Army
Company L, 142d Infantry Regiment, 36th Division, A.E.F.
Date of Action: October 8, 1918
Citation:
The Distinguished Service Cross is presented to William T. Hardin, Sergeant, U.S. Army, for extraordinary heroism in action near St. Etienne, France, October 8, 1918. Sergeant Hardin was severely wounded in the right shoulder early in the action, but although bleeding profusely he refused to go to the rear until the enemy's position had been captured and the line consolidated.
He would never tell my mom what went on, but he was a brave and kind man, who unfortunately died when I was but a small child. He received the DSC and the Croix de Guerre for his bravery. His medals are one of my most precious treasures.
Thank you for posting that Gate...what an heroic act indeed!
Rest in peace Pvt. Costin.
Hi Mr.Tonkin!
How are you tonight?
*HUGS*
Hi!
LMBO!
PETA is going to be calling you soon. Hehe
Isa 5:26 And he will lift up an ensign to the nations from far, and will hiss unto them from the end of the earth: and, behold, they shall come with speed swiftly:
Isa 5:27 None shall be weary nor stumble among them; none shall slumber nor sleep; neither shall the girdle of their loins be loosed, nor the latchet of their shoes be broken:
Isa 5:28 Whose arrows [are] sharp, and all their bows bent, their horses' hoofs shall be counted like flint, and their wheels like a whirlwind:
Isa 5:29 Their roaring [shall be] like a lion, they shall roar like young lions: yea, they shall roar, and lay hold of the prey, and shall carry [it] away safe, and none shall deliver [it].
Wow!
Thank you for sharing your grandfather's story.
We wouldn't enjoy the freedoms today if it weren't for men like him that came before.
Bump! Thanks for the ping.
Good evening Diva!
Thank you for the Pledge Of Allegiance. Hope all is well! Isn't your sister visiting soon?
Thanks for the Lyrics Johnnie!
DULCE ET DECORUM EST
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen
The Latin title of this poem means:
"Sweet and fitting it is to die for one's country."
(From Horace, Odes, III. ii. 13)
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