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ALOHA RONNIE Guyer-Vet/Battle of IA DRANG-1965
asks that we sign this Petition for Tower 2 Lifesaver ..RICK RESCORLA

RICK RESCORLA's Picture graces the Cover of ALOHA RONNIE's Commanding Officer
Lt. Col. HAL G. MOORE's Bestselling Book about the Battle of IA DRANG-1965
where RICK's heroism is highlighted on -35- different pages..!

Click Here to sign the petition.

Petition to the President of the United States to bestow America's Medal of Freedom Award on New York City's Tower 2 Lifesaver Hero ..RICK RESCORLA..
ON SEPT 11TH IN SPITE OF BEING TOLD HIS BUILDING WAS NOT IN DANGER, HE IMPLEMENTED THE EVACUATION PLAN HE HAD DEVELOPED FOR HIS FIRM, MORGAN STANLEY. AS A DIRECT RESULT OF HIS EFFORTS THAT DAY AND HIS QUICK ACTION, OVER 2,600 EMPLOYEES WERE SAVED. MR. RESCORLA WAS LAST SEEN GOING UP TO RESCUE PEOPLE WHO WERE UNABLE TO GET DOWN.
HIS ACTIONS REFLECT THE VERY BEST ABOUT AMERICA,
ITS CITIZENS AND ITS DREAMS.

1916(All credits to Lemmy and Motorhead unless otherwise indicated)

16 years old when I went to war,
To fight for a land fit for heroes,
God on my side,and a gun in my hand,
Counting my days down to zero,
And I marched and I fought and I bled
And I died & I never did get any older,
But I knew at the time, That a year in the line,
Is a long enough life for a soldier,
We all volunteered,
And we wrote down our names,
And we added two years to our ages,
Eager for life and ahead of the game,
Ready for history's pages,
And we fought and we brawled
And we whored 'til we stood,
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder,
A thirst for the Hun,
We were food for the gun,and that's
What you are when you're soldiers,
I heard my friend cry,
And he sank to his knees,coughing blood
As he screamed for his mother
And I tell by his, side,
And that's how we died,
Clinging like kids to each other,
And I lay in the mud
And the guts and the blood,
And I wept as his body grew colder,
And I called for my mother
And she never came,
Though it wasn't my fault
And I wasn't to blame,
The day not half over
And ten thousand slain,and now
There's nobody remembers our names
And that's how it is for a soldier.

Wow - great poem. I had Kipling and many others read to me by my parents, but never came across this one. Thanks.

Yeah, Motorhead Rocks!...ok, I guess Kipling is ok, too, lol.

I don't think so.It started at 10:19p.m.EST.

I guess Kipling is ok, too, lol.

Tommy

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, Mr. 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 how'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;; Yes it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;; But Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool--you bet that Tommy sees!; Rudyard Kipling

Signed and delivered.