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May 27, 2024 - 5:13:38 AM
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41240 posts since 3/5/2008

Thank you all..

May 27, 2024 - 8:12:39 AM
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30200 posts since 8/3/2003

I remember my next door neighbor who was in a helicopter rescuing injured soldiers when shot down. Only son of Mozelle Lane, had a wife and 3 kids. Mother and wife are gone. Kids are scattered. At least he is remembered by me!

May 27, 2024 - 8:21:41 AM
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I usually post this every memorial day and this year is no different:

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

– Major John McCrae

May 27, 2024 - 10:41:29 AM
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Originally posted by STUD figmo Al

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Amen Fig ..... those that made the ultimate sacrifice are to be remembered today and are deserving of all of our gratitude.  It is a somber holiday that should be treated as such.  It should not be treated as just another day off.

May 27, 2024 - 11:38:37 AM
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To all that served in any capacity, I thank you all !!!

May 27, 2024 - 3:07:10 PM
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The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

'Step forward now, soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?'

The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't,"
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills just got too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fears...
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fear.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."

Author Unknown~

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