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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: pipz on May 25, 2015, 10:00:27 AM
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In memory of all who have fallen. They are not forgotten and receive our humble thanks.
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....and to those still alive and doing what they do for us everyday. <S>
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:salute. 🇺🇸
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Fore some memorial day is everyday...
(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/26232318/AH/memorialday.JPG)
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With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond Their countries foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
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Memorial Day
http://justacommonsoldier.com/ (http://justacommonsoldier.com/)
Pretty good poem.
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In memory of all who have fallen. They are not forgotten and receive our humble thanks.
Thanks for posting this Pipz :rock
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This memorial Day I remembered my Grand-uncle Wesley Weeks, who died in WWII when his destroyer ran aground while pursuing a Japanese submarine. The sub came back and shelled the boat until it was pretty much gone.
And my Grandfather William Eugene Weeks, who volunteered for the Navy right after Pearl Harbor. He was on a subchaser (basically a fiberglass flat-bottomed destroyer) up in the Aleutians, as an enlisted radio repairman. He was underworked in his primary duties so he learned all the duties on the ship. A large storm with bad visibility caused a large strike package (hundreds of planes) to ditch en-masse in the ocean, so all available ships were put to sea to help in the rescue/recovery effort. His ship was 50% manned with most of the crew on shore leave, including all of the officers except for one very junior ensign who didn't know anything about anything. My Grandfather was given a field promotion above the officer of the watch, and he took the little boat out into the storm with half a crew. I don't think they found anyone but he got the boat out and back without losing anyone else so they sent him to OCS for a regular commission. He finished the war as a classified courier in the DC area, some pretty spooky cloak and dagger stuff apparently. He remained in the reserves and retired after about 50 years of service as a Commander. He pinned on my 2Lt bars and gave me my first salute at my own commissioning 21 years ago, which still chokes me up a bit when I think about it.
And a dozen or so friends/comrades who have died on duty and after retirement/separation over the last 25 years I've been in uniform. I think they all knew how important their service was, and that's important to remember, I think.