Remembering the Soldiers

May 31, 2010 at 10:54 am (Holidays and Special Events Posts)

Today is Memorial, a day for us to take the time to remember the brave men and women who have fought and died for our freedom. I am not going to talk much, I think silence is the best way to go on a day like this. I know the cost and I am grateful to the brave, My Dad is a Marine and all I can say is…Semper FI!

However I am going to include some poems and jokes for your entertainment that give honor to our Armed Forces.

“Through His Eyes I’ve Seen”

Author: Victor A. Giagrante
Dedicated to the past and present Men and Women
of the United States Marine Corps.

Many years ago, in 1969
I was a lad of 19, doing mighty fine.

Out of school and working, for United States Steel
Pockets full of money, going for every meal.

Driving my 67 Chevy, with a worked 396
Getting pretty popular with all the local chicks.

I was cool and lucky. I thought I had it all
Then I watched a Marine walk past, it made my skin crawl.

He looked to be 40, gray around the side
His eyes were filled with something, also in his stride.

I started a conversation. Said he was looking mighty fine.
He then told me his age, he had just turned 29.

“12 months in ‘Nam,” he said, with an icy stare
“Death, destruction and sorrow, nothing can compare.”

He turned and walked away, without even saying good-bye
It made me really angry, but that Marine began to cry.

“Hey Marine!” I yelled, “I thought you guys were tough and taught how to kill.”
“I guess you must be the only one, who just can’t fit the bill.”

With that he turned and said, almost in a scream
“You can’t judge a man, until through his eyes you’ve seen.”

I laughed a nervous laugh and by him I walked around
He just stared and watched me walk away, never made a sound.

As I lay in bed that night, wondering what it was like
Death, destruction and sorrow, the unknowing air strike.

I thought of that Marine, I really don’t know why
I couldn’t get him out of my mind, then I started to cry.

The next day when I woke up, I talked to my Dad
I told him of the Marine and how he was feeling so sad.

He said, “My son, I’ve been there, when I was young like you”
“It wasn’t Vietnam, it was called World War II.”

I was on Iwo Jima for the raising of the flag
As I was placing my buddy in a body bag.

“He was right, my son. Those things must be seen.”
“I never want to do it again, but I’m proud to be a Marine.”

“It’s something I can’t explain, no one ever will”
“But that Marine was right, and yes, he fit the bill.”

When I left the house that day, I was full of frustration
The next thing I knew, I was at the recruiting station.

I ended up in Vietnam. At the time I was only 19.
I thought of what my Dad had said, and that sad and doleful Marine.

Four years later, as I was walking down the street
This friend of mine said, “Here’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

My friend said this guy was once a Marine. So I had to set him straight.
“Once a Marine, Always a Marine,” I didn’t hesitate.

But the person he wanted me to meet, never made a sound
He just kept looking at me, eyeing me up and down.

He then said, “It’s been a long time my friend. There are things I know you’ve seen.”
“Tell me, do you feel different now that you’re a Marine?”

No words had to be spoken. I had nothing else to say.
Now I remembered him from that long ago day.

It’s been thirty years, since I went away
But memories of Vietnam, will always be here to stay.

So if you’re on the street and see a Marine go walking by
Don’t be afraid to look at them directly in the eye.

And say, “Thank you my friend for all that you have done.”
“For if it weren’t for people like you, we’d still be on the run.”

From Iwo Jima, the Gulf and even in Desert Storm
Make all the Marines that come home, feel welcome and warm.

For I’m sure there’s a friend or two, they had to leave behind
But the memories will always be there, in the back of their mind.

If you know of someone who’s been “THERE”, be kind and not mean
Because you can’t judge a man until, through his eyes you’ve seen

Remember Them
By Jeff Hooker

Lying here beneath this ground
Never again to make a sound
When alive, they were so brave

And carried honor into the grave

They were all the best of men
Courage earned by all of them
Medals pinned upon their chest
At last the peace, of final rest

In the ranks they stood so strong
Voices raised in battle songs
Marching forward defying fear
For the land they loved so dear

On that final Judgement Day
When they all stand up to say
We gave up all we owned you see
At duties call to set men free

So when the flag waves in the wind
If but a moment, Remember Them
For they all paid the final cost
So freedoms truth, would not be lost.


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