Posted on 06/30/2006 8:24:02 AM PDT by Parmy
If you know a Vet, please print this out and give it to them for July 4th, with a hand-shake and a "Thank You!"
I Was A Soldier
By Colonel Daniel K. Cedusky, USA, Retired
I was a Soldier: That's the way it is, that's what we were...are. We put it, simply, without any swagger, without any brag, in those four plain words.
We speak them softly, just to ourselves. Others may have forgotten. They are a manifesto to mankind; speak those four words anywhere in the world -- yes, anywhere -- and many who hear will recognize their meaning.
They are a pledge. A pledge that stems from a document which said: "I solemnly Swear", "to protect and defend" and goes on from there, and from a Flag called "Old Glory".
Listen, and you can hear the voices echoing through them, words that sprang white-hot from bloody lips, shouts of "medic", whispers of "Oh God!", forceful words of "Follow Me". If you can't hear them, you weren't, if you can, you were.
"Don't give up the ship! Fight her till she dies... Damn t he torpedoes! Go ahead! . . . Do you want to live forever? . . . Don't cheer, boys; the poor devils are dying." Laughing words, and words cold as January ice, words that when spoken, were meant, .. "Wait till you see the whites of their eyes". The echos of I was a Soldier.
You can hear the slow cadences at Gettysburg, or Arlington honoring not a man, but a Soldier, perhaps forgotten by his nation...Oh! Those Broken Promises. You can hear those echoes as you have a beer at the "Post", walk in a parade, go to The Wall, visit a VA hospital, hear the mournful sounds of Taps, or gaze upon the white crosses, row upon row. But they aren't just words; they're a way of life, a pattern of living, or a way of dying.
They made the evening, with another day's work done; supper with the wife and kids; and no Gestapo snooping at the door and threatening to kick your teeth in.
They gave you the right to choose who shall run our government for us, the right to a secret vote that counts just as much as the next fellow's in the final tally; and the obligation to use that right, and guard it and keep it clean.
They prove the right to hope, to dream, to pray; the obligation to serve.
These are some of the meanings of those four words, meanings we don't often stop to tally up or even list.
Only in the stillness of a moonless night, or in the quiet of a Sunday afternoon, or in the thin dawn of a new day, when our world is close about us, do they rise up in our memories and stir in our sentient hearts.
And we are remembering Iwo Jima, Wake Island, and Bataan, Inchon, and Chu Lai, Knox and Benning, Great Lakes and Paris Island, Travis and Chanute, Baghdad, Kabul, Kuwait City, and many other places long forgotten by our civilian friends.
They're plain words, those four. Simple words. You could carve them on stone; you could carve them on the mountain ranges. You could sing them, to the tune of "Yankee Doodle."
But you needn't. You needn't do any of those things, for those words are graven in the hearts of Veterans, they are familiar to 24,000,000 tongues, every sound and every syllable. If you must write them, put them on my Stone.
But when you speak them, speak them softly, proudly, I will hear you, for I too, I was a Soldier, I AM A VETERAN.
Inspired By "Creed" I am an American by Hal Borland
Marine Bump!
I'm very glad these guys stand between me and those Islamic (religion of peace) cutthroats. Raise their pay!
I was active, am a Vet...
Thank you for the post.
This is an awesome post. Thanks!
I sent this along to all my military friends as I feel we cannot thank them often enough for their sacrifice. Thank you for posting it and for giving many of us the opportunity to say Thank God for our military.
Wonderful Post.
Thank you.
PARRIS Island!
Semper FI
"Don't shoot! Let 'em burn."
yep, I noticed that too. LOL
BTTT
"Listen, and you can hear the voices echoing through them, words that sprang white-hot from bloody lips, shouts of "medic", whispers of "Oh God!", forceful words of "Follow Me". If you can't hear them, you weren't, if you can, you were."
I can hear them.
I was.
Thank you.
And, so on!
Thank you for the ping Ms.N. Pinging a few others...
*HUGS!*
Thank you to those who serve now and in the past!
Wow!
Hi! Good to see you here, soldier/hero!
Thanks for the link. That was inspirational! (((hugs)))
ping
Thanks for the ping.
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