Here's to those who dared to Serve,
To those who dared to die,
To those who died and yet live on,
To those who gave their all.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Oct.13, 2011
I found this blooming, by the guide/support wire for the electrical pole, today. While most of the flowers and garden plants have extensive frost damage, this purple balloon flower has managed to re-appear, after being dormant / pronounced dead (LOL), for 3 years.
Wednesday, October 05, 2011
Mourning Reality. (@ the Country Pumper)
I went to get a gallon of milk....the expiration date reads Oct.13th.....I drew a complete blank, stopped dead in my tracks, and had to ask what today's date is. (Pretty sure Dave, Jodi , & Nancy think I'm crazy..........)
Reality hit me, fair and square.As I stood holding the gallon of milk..............
Somewhere along the path, I've stopped counting the "13th's" as the months go by, (marking how many months it's been, since the Army knocked on the door.)
But, today, I realized I've also stopped "looking ahead", to see what day it's going to fall on (so I could make sure nothing got scheduled for that day).
Reality hit me, fair and square.As I stood holding the gallon of milk..............
Somewhere along the path, I've stopped counting the "13th's" as the months go by, (marking how many months it's been, since the Army knocked on the door.)
But, today, I realized I've also stopped "looking ahead", to see what day it's going to fall on (so I could make sure nothing got scheduled for that day).
Saturday, September 03, 2011
"FREEDOM IS NOT FREE"
"FREEDOM IS NOT FREE"
I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze
A young soldier saluted it, and then
He stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He’d stand out in any crowd.
I thought, how many men like him
Had fallen through the years?
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers’ tears?
How many Pilots’ planes shot down?
How many foxholes were soldiers’ graves?
No, Freedom is not free.
I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still.
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant “Amen”
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, Freedom is not free!!
©Copyright 1981 by Kelly Strong
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