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General Forums => Aces High General Discussion => Topic started by: dmdchief on May 27, 2010, 11:58:42 AM
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To all the vets I send out a SALUTE, I served in Viet Namn with the army so I know how hard it is to be away from family and friends, and my prayers and THANKS go out to you.
Here is a poem a very good friend of mine wrote I hope you all like it as much as I do
The Way of Warriors
For the battling warrior, no crowns can award
Or take the place of his honor for the cut of his sword.
This warrior cares less for his own life in living,
Than honoring lives lost for a future worth giving.
Being defiant of evil as the meek are oppressed,
He endures conflict with pride not yielding to rest.
With steadfast direction and no thought for his harm,
Just love for the conquest adds strength to his arm.
Yet warrior dear warrior, though frightened you can be
Your heart and your honor, will live here within me.
Fear not the last battle, you'll not face it alone,
Our family of warriors will carry you home.
Copyright 2003 Steve Parks
SALUTE
Frank Williams :salute :salute :salute :salute
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:salute Sir
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Not me or anyone I know, But a great photo
(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u8w7XBCMURU/SZFYwOEMsZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/SMoEVtc4NzM/s320/flakland.jpg)
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:salute
Not me or anyone I know, But a great photo
(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u8w7XBCMURU/SZFYwOEMsZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/SMoEVtc4NzM/s320/flakland.jpg)
(you guys got the whole red and white stripe from us, didn't ya?) wasn't it enough that you stole the english language that we invented? sheesh
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(you guys got the whole red and white stripe from us, didn't ya?) wasn't it enough that you stole the english language that we invented? sheesh
We butchered both items to fit our needs. :D
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FALLEN WARRIOR
A WARRIOR FELL TODAY
HOW HE IS REMEMBERED IS UP TO YOU
HOW WILL YOU REMEMBER HM?
WILL YOU REMEMBER THE WARRIOR?
WILL YOU REMEMBER THE HUSBAND?
WILL YOU REMEMBER THE FATHER?
WILL YOU REMEMBER THE SON?
WILL YOU REMEMBER THE BROTHER?
WILL YOU REMEMBER THE FRIEND?
THE WARRIOR STOOD BEFORE YOU
AND DEFLECTED DANGER BEFORE IT GOT TO YOU
HE DIDNT ASK FOR YOUR THANKS
HE DIDNT ASK FOR YOUR PRAISE
IT WAS SECOND NATURE TO HIM
THAT THIS DAY MIGHT HAPPEN WAS BEFORE HIM
AND STILL HE STOOD THERE
THE HUSBAND WAS THE MAN WHO LOVED HIS WIFE
HE TOO STOOD BEFORE HER AND DEFLECTED DANGER FROM HER
IT WAS SECOND NATURE TO HIM, HE DID IT WITHOUT THINKING
HER LOVE FOR HIM WAS ALL THE THANKS HE EVER NEEDED
HE LOVED TO MAKE HER HAPPY
THE FATHER WATCHED AFTER HIS CHILDREN
HE WATCHED THEM LIKE A WOLF PROTECTING ITS LITTER
DELIGHTING IN THIER SMILES AND LAUGHTER
HE ENJOYED PLAYING WITH THEM AND MAKING THEM HAPPY
HE MADE SURE THEY HAD THE BEST HE COULD AFFORD
GOING WITHOUT HIMSELF TO ACCOMPLISH THAT GOAL
TEACHING THEM RIGHT AND WRONG, WATCHING THEM GROW
THE SON WAS THE MAN WHO MADE HIS PARENTS PROUD
HE WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR THEM
THEY REJOICED IN ALL HE DID, THEY HELPED HIM GROW
THEY WATCHED HIM TRANSFORM INTO A MAN RIGHT BEFORE THIER EYES
MOVING FROM BABY TO LITTLE BOY TO TEEN AND INTO MAN
HE LOVED SEEING HIS PARENTS HAPPY AND ALWAYS DID HIS BEST
WHAT HE WAS AND WHAT HE STOOD FOR MADE THEM PROUD
THE BROTHER WAS THE MAN WHO WATCHED AFTER HIS SIBLINGS
HE PLAYED WITH THEM AND BICKERED WITH THEM AS WELL
THEY DIDNT ALWAYS AGREE BUT THEY LOVED EACH OTHER
HE STRIVED TO HELP THEM, AND THEY STROVE TO HELP HIM
HE LOVED TO BE AROUND THEM AND MISSED THEM WHEN HE COULDNT BE THERE
THIER BOND NO ONE COULD BREAK
THE FRIEND WAS ALWAYS THERE FOR YOU
YOU COULD COUNT ON HIM IN A PINCH
CALL HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND HE ALWAYS ANSWERED
HE WAS THERE WHEN YOU NEEDED A SHOULDER TO CRY ON
HE WAS THERE TO CELEBRATE YOUR ACCOMPLISHMENTS
HE BACKED YOU UP WHEN YOU GOT IN OVER YOUR HEAD
AND ASKED FOR NOTHING IN RETURN
WHICH PART OF HIM WILL YOU REMEMBER
I CHOOSE TO REMEMBER THEM ALL
EACH AND EVERY PART MADE HIM WHAT HE WAS
I NEVER MET HIM BUT A BROTHER TO ME HAS BEEN LOST
HE WILL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED
MY BROTHER HAS FALLEN BUT HE IS NOT FORGOT
JOE TOLEDO
SGT USMC 1987 – 1993
SGT US ARMY 1993 -2000
Here is a video I found a couple of years back. I sent it to my Shipmates wife when she needed it most.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkkzNa2nlZI
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To all the vets I send out a SALUTE, I served in Viet Namn with the army so I know how hard it is to be away from family and friends, and my prayers and THANKS go out to you.
Here is a poem a very good friend of mine wrote I hope you all like it as much as I do
The Way of Warriors
For the battling warrior, no crowns can award
Or take the place of his honor for the cut of his sword.
This warrior cares less for his own life in living,
Than honoring lives lost for a future worth giving.
Being defiant of evil as the meek are oppressed,
He endures conflict with pride not yielding to rest.
With steadfast direction and no thought for his harm,
Just love for the conquest adds strength to his arm.
Yet warrior dear warrior, though frightened you can be
Your heart and your honor, will live here within me.
Fear not the last battle, you'll not face it alone,
Our family of warriors will carry you home.
Copyright 2003 Steve Parks
SALUTE
Frank Williams :salute :salute :salute :salute
Hooah :salute
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I saw a corporal in the army walking into best buy as I was walking out, I stopped and shook his hand and thanked him for his service. He told me I'm the only person under 20 that had thanked him, ever.
When my generation runs this country we are all doomed.
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TUPAC, with you as an example there is still hope, keep up the faith :salute :salute :salute :salute :salute
and THANK YOU
SALUTE
Frank Williams
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:salute
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To all the vets I send out a SALUTE, I served in Viet Namn with the army so I know how hard it is to be away from family and friends, and my prayers and THANKS go out to you.
Here is a poem a very good friend of mine wrote I hope you all like it as much as I do
The Way of Warriors
For the battling warrior, no crowns can award
Or take the place of his honor for the cut of his sword.
This warrior cares less for his own life in living,
Than honoring lives lost for a future worth giving.
Being defiant of evil as the meek are oppressed,
He endures conflict with pride not yielding to rest.
With steadfast direction and no thought for his harm,
Just love for the conquest adds strength to his arm.
Yet warrior dear warrior, though frightened you can be
Your heart and your honor, will live here within me.
Fear not the last battle, you'll not face it alone,
Our family of warriors will carry you home.
Copyright 2003 Steve Parks
SALUTE
Frank Williams :salute :salute :salute :salute
big difference from when you were a returning "vet" then the way they are treated now a days.
yes they deserve a <S>, but so do you and a huge apology from the populace and government
<S> to you and ALL Vietnam vets, I personally apologize to all of you for the way YOU were treated.
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In Holliston, Massachusetts, right above my home town, every year volunteers post names of soldiers (i am 50% sure they are the fallen from iraq and afghanistan and not the living) on every pole on all 3 main streets in town. If you live nearby, these roads are route 16 and route 126 through the town and i have a feeling more will be up soon if you want to read the names... <S>
Grieve the Warrior, You
Author: Earl Davis
Every decision made is the result of a choice, sometimes mine, sometimes yours. It was my choice to join. It was your choice what I was to be. God did not make the Warrior, man did. In the life we live, the Warrior is a necessity. It is the responsibility of the Warrior to protect and defend the freedom of others, no matter how high the cost. The color of freedom is red.
Grieve the Warrior, You.
Once a Warrior is made, there is no going back. He is forever changed. It is up to you to honor and respect the Warrior in his transformations. A Warrior has wisdom you will never know, let alone understand. Among Indian tribes of old, only a Warrior could become Chief, and only a Chief could advance to Sage.
Grieve the Warrior, You.
There is a Wall filled with bygone heroes, honored and respected. A virtual Wall exists with four times the names, fallen Warriors that shouldn't be, but driven there by dishonor and disrespect. There are many, many more who are alive, but dead at the same time. You have chosen to put it all behind you. It is past now, so let us forget it, like it never happened. Warriors can't put it down, can't forget because it is still happening to their minds.
Grieve the Warrior, You.
Whatever you think of them, or not think of them, doesn't change a thing. You have made them Warriors and Warrior forever they will be. You see I am a Warrior. No one ever says, "I was" or "I will be", but "I am." I am the price of your freedom. Your world exists because of mine, and mine exist because of yours. Your visions are many and varied, of bright and beautiful things to come. The visions of a Warrior are contained in one _____ A thousand-yard stare.
Never mind, the Warrior will grieve You.
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<S> to all the veterans of the past and present, fallen or living, that have contributed to protect our freedoms.
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Was in a store the other day,and I was wearing a USMC tee shirt,and this younger man walked over and shook my hand.He asked me what I did while I was in,and when and where was I stationed.I told him I was grunt,Leg,whatever you prefer,and I was with the 3rd Marine division.in Viet Nam.He shook my hand again,and said thank you for what you did for your Country.I don't recall being greeted like that when I got home, and I appreciated that young man.To all you vets :salute,and for all my friends I served with it's been a long time,and I will never forget you guys.
The picture with the man in the wheel chair standing,while the others were sitting on their ass,really pissed me off!That's about the way it is these days.
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Was in a store the other day,and I was wearing a USMC tee shirt,and this younger man walked over and shook my hand.He asked me what I did while I was in,and when and where was I stationed.I told him I was grunt,Leg,whatever you prefer,and I was with the 3rd Marine division.in Viet Nam.He shook my hand again,and said thank you for what you did for your Country.I don't recall being greeted like that when I got home, and I appreciated that young man.To all you vets :salute,and for all my friends I served with it's been a long time,and I will never forget you guys.
The picture with the man in the wheel chair standing,while the others were sitting on their ass,really pissed me off!That's about the way it is these days.
<S> iron. thank you for what you and your friends did for us
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<S> iron. thank you for what you and your friends did for us
:salute sir and thank you
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This is a picture of my Father in WWII.He was a radio man T4 in the 101st Cavalry Recon. Squadron.His unit was in combat from after the Battle of the Bulge until the end of the war.
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:salute To all Veterans and their families on this Memorial Day.
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This is a picture of my Father in WWII.He was a radio man T4 in the 101st Cavalry Recon. Squadron.His unit was in combat from after the Battle of the Bulge until the end of the war.
(http://i680.photobucket.com/albums/vv167/cspvisland/Fathers%20WWII/img057a.jpg)
:salute To all Veterans and their families on this Memorial Day.
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:salute :salute :salute Thank you for your service Irondog, I'm proud to have you as a friend and as a squaddie. And my sincere thanks to all of our current and past service men and women for your sacrifices. I went to New York City last Wednesday, with a few friends, to enjoy the Fleet Week festivities. We toured the Intrepid carrier and got a chance to see the Iwo Jima. After several enjoyable hours we headed out and found a local bar (go figure) to quench our thirst. There we were, three old vets reminicing about our time in the service while drinking the afternoon away. After an hour or so, 6 young marines entered the bar. The three of us stood up and started clapping before they had a chance to order a drink. Within seconds the entire, crowded, bar began loudly clapping and cheering for them. What a great standing "O" for these fine young men. Not a dry eye in the house. Young people, old farts like us, bartenders, servers, and 6 young marines all in some state of teardom. Needless to say, they didn't have to pay for a beer that afternoon and evening. And they stayed and hung out when in fact they could have left and persued other, hormone related, interests. It was a mutual respect fest of first order. We shared our stories freely with them and they shared theirs. We told dirty jokes and talked about women. And we drank.
They had completed their first year of training as riflemen and were within weeks of being deployed overseas. They were all close buddy's by now, having endured the rigors of Marine Corps basic and advanced Infintry training. And we knew that they would bond even closer during the next year or so. Hopefully those friendships will last as long as some of the ones I've had over the past 40 years or so. Well, it got pretty drunk out, but we all stayed for quite awhile. There were parting hugs and atta-boys, and they left to the same standing "O" as when they entered. We were going home to our familes, they would be leaving for the war zone. I don't give a crap what your politics are, we owe these fine young men, and all others who are and have served, an enormous debt of grattitude. Godspeed to those 6 fine young men.
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Thursday, 22 April, 1965, my 18th birthday.
A senior in high school. Arrive home and have mail from U.S. Government. Says they require my services.
Saturday, 24 April, 1965 07:00
First in line at United States Air Force recruiting office. Take AQE. Get Excellent score. Get scheduled for trip to Induction Center in Oakland, CA.
Flunk Physical due to kidney issue. 4F Classification issued. I am scared I will die in the next week.
Arrive home, see Doctor. Assured nothing serious (high albumen count) Back to Oakland.
Repeat above twice more with letters from doctors...same result.
Try one more time with letters from specialists. Classified 1Y and told NEVER return to Oakland Induction Center.
Fast forward two years, having lots of guilt the whole time, a friend comes back from Viet Nam.
No legs, no right arm,left arm removed from elbow area down, and mentally "not right" from shrapnel. He explains to me it's OK I did not go...He knows I tried. He helps me get over most of my guilt feelings, tells me my way of serving is to always say, "Thank You" to EVERYONE I ever meet that I know, or suspect is, a veteran or current member of any of our armed forces and dies 13 months after getting home.
At his funeral, his mother gives me his Viet Nam Service Ribbon and tells me to wear it in honor of her son.
Fast forward another 43 years to the present. I am 63, Still wear that ribbon on a Viet Nam Wall Memorial Hat ( always explaining to anyone that asks that I personally did not earn it ), and still keeping that earlier promise to my friend, I still say THANK YOU to every person I meet who is or was a member of our military.
From my family and myself, THANK YOU to all of you who have ever worn The Uniform, and THANK YOU to all family members and friends of veterans. I know of your sacrifice while your veteran was serving as well.
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:salute to all who have fought and died for our country.
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A man to remember... :salute
27 May, 2010
SAN DIEGO — Retired Navy Lt. John Finn — the first American to receive the nation's highest military award for defending sailors under a torrent of gunfire during the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor — died Thursday. He was 100.
Finn was the oldest of 97 Medal of Honor recipients from World War II still living. He died at a nursing home for veterans in Chula Vista, outside San Diego, according to a Navy statement.
Despite head wounds and other injuries, Finn, the chief of ordnance for an air squadron, continuously fired a .50-caliber machine gun from an exposed position as bullets and bombs pounded the Naval Air Station at Kaneohe Bay in Oahu. He then supervised the rearming of returning American planes.
"Here they're paying you for doing your duty, and that's what I did," Finn told The Associated Press before his 100th birthday. "I never intended to be a hero. But on Dec. 7, by God, we're in a war."
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A man to remember... :salute
27 May, 2010
SAN DIEGO — Retired Navy Lt. John Finn — the first American to receive the nation's highest military award for defending sailors under a torrent of gunfire during the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor — died Thursday. He was 100.
Finn was the oldest of 97 Medal of Honor recipients from World War II still living. He died at a nursing home for veterans in Chula Vista, outside San Diego, according to a Navy statement.
Despite head wounds and other injuries, Finn, the chief of ordnance for an air squadron, continuously fired a .50-caliber machine gun from an exposed position as bullets and bombs pounded the Naval Air Station at Kaneohe Bay in Oahu. He then supervised the rearming of returning American planes.
"Here they're paying you for doing your duty, and that's what I did," Finn told The Associated Press before his 100th birthday. "I never intended to be a hero. But on Dec. 7, by God, we're in a war."
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I am all for the "support our troops" that we hear nowdays. It is well deserved.
To all my Vietnam Veteran brothers I just want to say... welcome home.
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:salute :salute :salute Thank you for your service Irondog, I'm proud to have you as a friend and as a squaddie. And my sincere thanks to all of our current and past service men and women for your sacrifices. I went to New York City last Wednesday, with a few friends, to enjoy the Fleet Week festivities. We toured the Intrepid carrier and got a chance to see the Iwo Jima. After several enjoyable hours we headed out and found a local bar (go figure) to quench our thirst. There we were, three old vets reminicing about our time in the service while drinking the afternoon away. After an hour or so, 6 young marines entered the bar. The three of us stood up and started clapping before they had a chance to order a drink. Within seconds the entire, crowded, bar began loudly clapping and cheering for them. What a great standing "O" for these fine young men. Not a dry eye in the house. Young people, old farts like us, bartenders, servers, and 6 young marines all in some state of teardom. Needless to say, they didn't have to pay for a beer that afternoon and evening. And they stayed and hung out when in fact they could have left and persued other, hormone related, interests. It was a mutual respect fest of first order. We shared our stories freely with them and they shared theirs. We told dirty jokes and talked about women. And we drank.
They had completed their first year of training as riflemen and were within weeks of being deployed overseas. They were all close buddy's by now, having endured the rigors of Marine Corps basic and advanced Infintry training. And we knew that they would bond even closer during the next year or so. Hopefully those friendships will last as long as some of the ones I've had over the past 40 years or so. Well, it got pretty drunk out, but we all stayed for quite awhile. There were parting hugs and atta-boys, and they left to the same standing "O" as when they entered. We were going home to our familes, they would be leaving for the war zone. I don't give a crap what your politics are, we owe these fine young men, and all others who are and have served, an enormous debt of grattitude. Godspeed to those 6 fine young men.
Thanks B2B and the same sentiments for you my friend.Sounds like you you had a great time that day.We are proud of are service to our country.All men and women in uniform deserve support from the people in the U.S.A.I still have a hard time looking at the names on the wall.Many of them were my buddies,and all were my brothers in arms :salute
IronDog
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Was in a store the other day,and I was wearing a USMC tee shirt,and this younger man walked over and shook my hand.He asked me what I did while I was in,and when and where was I stationed.I told him I was grunt,Leg,whatever you prefer,and I was with the 3rd Marine division.in Viet Nam.He shook my hand again,and said thank you for what you did for your Country.I don't recall being greeted like that when I got home, and I appreciated that young man.To all you vets :salute,and for all my friends I served with it's been a long time,and I will never forget you guys.
I make it mandatory when I see any Vet that I walk up and shake their hand and tell them thank you. Most do not know how important it is to a Vet to be thanked because many of us have friends that came home and those that didnt. Remember as well, all wounds are not always on the outside!
R.I.P-SGT Tim Smith KIA Iraq 2008, LCPL Phillip Martini KIA Iraq 2006
SGT Sincavitch, Scott M. (HD) Afghanistan 05-06, 06-07.
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Frank, thanks brother. Looking forward to flying with ya soon.<S> thanks to those who support us and the ones we leave behind. The fallen are never forgotten, they are always remembered. Sacrifice is something we all have done, some are great, some are small. As memorial rolls on, I have made alot of sacrifices but I do not regret serving or enlisting for that matter. Lost friends and comrades alike, I weep for them all. It is my chosen path and I will deploy until we are done or I am done <S> to you all. Mostly to my dad, who has always been my hero-SSG Irving" Bud" Kaufmann 3RD ID/36th INF 1944-1946 :salute
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:salute to all our Vets
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I thought this would be appropriate <S>
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V84STSWVp3g&feature=related
Again, to all veterans past and present, Thank You