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WREN!!!!!
Lest We Forget
As we celebrate Memorial
day
Let us remember ALL who have fought and paid for
FREEDOMS SONG!
The Scottish
The Italians
The Irish
The French
The English
The Belgium
The Native American
The Slave
The Asian
For all of these have fought for our Freedom,
And Many whom paid for it with a grave!
Being American ,
does not leave us to our Memorial day alone.
For we are from the roots of many of those fights,
And many of our forefathers fought for our rights.
So let us remember to go
beyond our shores
And remember the ones that gave
their lives long long before!
For if Man had never fought
for freedom on those
far away shores
in those distant days of yore,
Whom could guess, what today would have
in store.
And let us not forget all those young men and women
who in time of peace,
have kept their vigilant watch from shore to shore.
by Julia K. Hogston
April 28, 1998
Arlington Cemetery. courtesy of Medford55
THANKS Medford55
Dedicated to Every American Veteran
For those who willingly
risked their lives,
For sisters, daughters, Mothers, wives,
For those who stood and marched away:
A heartfelt Thanks to you today.
For those who stood in
foreign flood,
In cold rain and clinging mud,
Who saw their buddies drenched in blood,
Yet knew their cause was just and good;
A heartfelt Thanks today.
For those who stayed at home
to pray,
While sons and husbands marched away,
And those who never saw the day,
When love returned safe, home to stay;
A heartfelt Thanks today.
For those who fought when
even they,
Believed there was a better way,
And gave their lives and limbs to say,
I answered the call, I was made to pay.
A heartfelt Thanks today.
Oh yes, there is both pain
and grief ,
Mixed in with tears of sweet relief,
For those so willing their life to give,
That we may safely dwell and live.
I could not judge them either way;
But I MUST send my Thanks their way.
by Doxart May 22, 1998
This poem was written by my
grandmother,
Mrs. Inez Ransom Ford in honor of her
nephew, Lamoyne Williams,
who was killed in WW II. He received his citation
post-humorously.
"His Purple Heart"
Judy
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He had no taste for a
Dictator's greed,
So he volunteered to his country's need;
For he wanted to live, to fulfill a dream
Of a wife and home by a quiet stream
Here bowed trees the whole day long
Are concert halls for the wild birds' song.
And they sent him across;
but we'll never know
His beach head of Hell at Anzio
It was here near his lines on the pockmarked sod
He sought and found and made peace with his God
and met with courage Death's own mortar fire
whose flames fed their own funeral pyre.
He fought with Clark up the
Appian Way
But found time to write home; took time to pray
and opened tin cans when he had time to eat
And to rest his calloused, frost-bitten feet.
He slept in fox-holes, saw the earth turn red
With the blood of his buddies mangled and dead
And unearthed his pals alive from a grave
When the foe had stormed in a maddening wave,
While his emplaced guns sent a challenging road
To add to their toll, to even the score.
He was hoping that soon he
might get to come home,
But a job loomed ahead---he must help take Rome.
'I'm ready and willing', his last letter read;
the next news to come, they reported him dead.
He'd fallen; but in falling
handed his gun,
To one of his buddies -- some mother's son,
Who'll carry on, 'neath a foreign sky,
So Freedom's Flame will ever shine high,
And pulsate it's beams, as years depart
Thru the murmered throb of His Purple Heart.
Inez Ransom Ford
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