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Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler » Memorial Day

Enough bloody politics, I’ve just about had it with that nonsense.

Let’s turn to those truly worthy of our attention, the men and women at the sharp end of the spear to whom we owe the privilege of having a Memorial Day to celebrate in the first place.

While we’re all here safe at home enjoying the official start of summer with our families, we owe it to those fine men and women out there to recognize their sacrifice and to honor them for it, because without them, we’d be celebrating whatever our new masters would tell us to celebrate.

We are what we are and we enjoy the status that we, as a nation, enjoy because of those brave crusaders for freedom.

We didn’t become the greatest, most free and most prosperous nation that the world ever saw because of unwashed freaks dancing in the streets with papier mache dolls or “brave” protesters Speaking Truth to Benevolence and Indifference, we became what we are because of our belief in Liberty, Justice and the Pursuit of Happiness, and the only reason that we had a chance to pursue these noble goals is because of those overworked, underpaid heroes manning the battlements.

Without them, we’d have fallen prey to the first predator to contest our right to exist.

Without them, we’d have no opportunity to celebrate all that is good and wonderful about this nation of ours that we love.

The names of the battlefields upon which they’ve fought and bled are many and varied, but the cause for which they gave their lives is the same:

They fought for these United States of America, they suffered for the ideal of a nation where everybody was free and equal and they gave their lives for something much greater than themselves, knowing full well that they might never see the fruits of their labor and sacrifice.

They fought and died, and continue to fight and die, for people that they never knew and might never know at all, for an ideal that we should all be willing to fight and die for, lest their sacrifice be in vain.

We owe these young men and women a debt that we can never truly repay, but we can do something nonetheless: We can treasure, appreciate, and defend to our last breath this gift that they’ve bought with their own blood, we can stand up and face whatever fate may throw at us, defiant and unyielding in our commitment to hold on to what they’ve given us, or we can be forever damned for discarding the greatest gift of all.

From Lexington to the deserts of Iraq, those soldiers have been ready, willing and able to give their all.

We owe them nothing less in return.

As we remember our fallen and give thanks for their sacrifice, let us renew our commitment to hold high the torch of freedom, to never waver, falter or fail no matter what may face us, and to devote ourselves with all that we are and ever will be to live free or die.

May G-d Bless Our Troops, and May G-d Continue to Bless the United States of America.

UPDATE: Once again, let us remember those words:

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.

LTC John McCrae, (1872-1918)

More excellent commentary at:
Cao’s Blog

69 Responses to “Memorial Day”
  1. Unregistered Comment by Clef UNITED STATES

    I would like to take this day to say thanks for all those who gave some and those who gave all, including the ultimate sacrifice. It is because of such brave people that we remain free.

    Unfortunately leftists still dont see it that way. Here in Tucson, they celebrated the memorial day weekend by dumping garbage cans of trash on the headstones of the soldiers buried at our local cemetery who were killed in Iraq. America may be a nation of tolerance, but mine is sure wavering.

  2. Unregistered Trackback by All Things Beautiful

    No Regrets…

    Which begs the question, how would those opposed to the war in Afghanistan and Iraq, those opposed to the use of military force to depose dictators no matter how much blood they have on their hands and those who subscribe to the notion of an ‘imperial…

  3. juandos Comment by juandos UNITED STATES

    May I suggest to those who need some insight (or know someone who could use it) on what are, “ALL VOLUNTEER” armed forces are all about that watching “Combat Diary: The Marines Of Lima Company” might not be a bad thing…

    Upcoming Airings:
    Sunday, May 28 @ 1pm/12C
    Monday, May 29 @ 8am/7C
    Monday, May 29 @ 2pm/1C
    Saturday, June 03 @ 11am/10C

  4. juandos Comment by juandos UNITED STATES

    May I also suggest for some excellent commentary on our, “ALL VOLUNTERR FORCES” reading the comments of historian extrondinaire Victor Davis Hanson: Looking Back at Iraq
    A war to be proud of

  5. Unregistered Comment by Infidel River Rat

    In order to enjoy peace, you have to be ready for war. It’s a good thing I wasn’t around when those liberal maggots were dumping trash on vet’s graves. Every one of those sniveling shits would be spending the next several months in a bodycast had I caught them! I’m finishing up my first combat tour here in Afghanistan, and I’d damn sure do it again! This country of ours is damn well worth it!!

  6. maxxdog Comment by maxxdog UNITED STATES

    Well said, Misha!
    I extend my most heartfelt thanks to all the troops serving now and those who have in the past. It really is a great country we live in!
    Home of the free because of the brave!

  7. juandos Comment by juandos UNITED STATES

    Hey IRR, my hat’s off to you sir!

    I’m wishing more of you and your like minded buds were around in the early seventies to put paid to the bastard, hippie, scum that (ahem!) welcomed our G.I.s back from S.E. Asia in the Oakland, Ca. airport…

    If there ever had been a reason to hose down a grungy crowd of seditious swine with a GAT, that would’ve in my estimation been the perfect time…

    Thirty years later and I still can’t get over it…

  8. RobH Comment by RobH

    My twenty years in uniform was an honor and a privilege, and may we never forget the REAL Americans who, when called, were and still ARE willing to put it all on the line, despite the nonsense and drivel that comes from the left and the antiwar maggots.

  9. Unregistered Comment by Clarion UNITED STATES

    That was beautiful, Misha. Thanks for postng that.

  10. Unregistered Comment by Lord Spatula I, King & Tyrant UNITED STATES

    Here in Tucson, they celebrated the memorial day weekend by dumping garbage cans of trash on the headstones of the soldiers buried at our local cemetery who were killed in Iraq. America may be a nation of tolerance, but mine is sure wavering.

    Probably a good thing I wasn’t there - I’d not have shown them any.  I’d've been headed off to jail; some of them would’ve been headed for the ER - or worse…

  11. Unregistered Comment by the_moll UNITED STATES

    Hear! Hear!

    This Memorial Day, we’ll make sure our daughter understands the true meaning of this holiday. Thanks for the inspiration, Misha.

  12. Radical Redneck Comment by Radical Redneck

    Shithouse rat, moonbat lunatic, knuckle-dragging Eurotrash jizzbucket, anti-American shitbird BEGGING for a beatdown.

  13. Beth* A. Comment by Beth* A.

    Enough bloody politics…May G-d Bless Our Troops, and May G-d Continue to Bless the United States of America

    Amen. To the whole post. Beautiful.

    No matter what, we’re so very lucky to live here. And have U.S. Soldiers and Marines who make it possible for us to continue with that privilege.

    May God indeed bless them all, each and EVERY one.

  14. Unregistered Comment by Cheryl

    Well said, Misha. I don’t for a minute take our country or the freedoms here for granted, seeing as how quickly they can be made to disappear [for our own good, of course]

    And I can’t thank the American troops enough for what they’re doing. May God bless and protect them.

    Unfortunately leftists still dont see it that way.

    Clef, the only comment I have for the obscenity you described is that the things, the mutants that committed the desecration must be getting more and more desperate for attention. At some point they’ll notice it isn’t 1974 anymore, and humans in this country are getting tired of their antics.

  15. NCLivingBrit Comment by NCLivingBrit UNITED STATES

    To all those who are, have or will be wearing the uniforms of the defenders of this nation:

    Thank you. We appreciate your endeavours, no matter what the media say we think.

  16. jaybear Comment by jaybear UNITED STATES

    Screw the media, screw the left, and screw those who protest what our troops are doing while claiming to support them.

    Infidel River Rat, God Bless you and your brothers, and may he bless you all with a safe and victorious homecoming…we’ll be waiting with flags waving y’all. We’ll save you a hippie or two to snack on m’kay?

  17. LC HJ Caveman82952 Comment by LC HJ Caveman82952 UNITED STATES

    Dumping trash on graves? Well, the way I see it is that during the coming civil war, they may become collateral damage. Who would know and more importantly, who would care? Those hateful idiots dump trash on my dad’s grave I’ll blow yhrm to hell with a load of double aught. Then start lookin’ for their friends.
    So, there are ways of dealing with these loser scumbags……

  18. LC HJ Caveman82952 Comment by LC HJ Caveman82952 UNITED STATES

    Thank You for reminding me. It’s time to replace her, she is getting old, but Old Glory is now flying bolted to the roof from my front porch. She has one more eyar left in her. It heartens my soul to see neighbors doing the same thing. I remember the bastards of times past, tearing them off of people houses. One owner set his two pit bulls on two dudes. I thought it was great, but he was later sued for the thousands of dollars of mayhem inflicted on those two dirtbags. His insurance company paid it….and nobody ever fucked with his flag again.
    You know, for what it’s worth, and it may sound maudlin. But several years ago my tattered and well-worn flag was due to to be respectfully retired.
    This still makes me smile in a fashion…
    My friends and I looked up protocol for such an event, cutting the field from the stripes and folding her up. An old WW2 soldier, whom we had asked for advice, came over to attend.
    The only fire we had was my big Weber bar-b-que.
    I asked the old time if he thought his former buddies would mind.
    “Not if you save them a hamburger, no…this flag has staunched wounds, tied up prisoners and made tents, providing inspiration and a sense of purpose above and beyond each of us. The true example of the whole being greater than the sum of the parts.”
    I never forgot him.
    And yes, we retired my old flag…..just standing, quietly, respectfully watching. Some of us saluted, others with hands over their hearts.
    Just a quiet, simple thing.
    And this old guy got the first hamburger…..
    Too bad he isn’t around now……
    Tomorrow the Other Half and I hop in spunky, my PT Turbo, and head off to ceremonies for our war dead. Two flags flying from the windows…..
    Memorial Day is more than camping trips.
    Thanks Dad.
    And all the other Dads….
    Thanks Joshua, you never got your Chevy truck, but I did get my Ford thirty years later. I thought about you and how I would have loved to take you for a ride in my new truck. I still remember you, Joshua. I will always remember you.
    And maybe, just maybe, God has some new Chevy’s around for you to play with…..
    As was once said…
    Rest Easy, my brothers, sleep well………..

  19. RobH Comment by RobH

    God Bless our Troops, and God Bless the United States of America.

    In order to remain the Land of the Free, we must also remain the Home of the Brave.

  20. LC HJ Caveman82952 Comment by LC HJ Caveman82952 UNITED STATES

    In my own time, in my own way….I needed to share this. I hope it’s ok.

    The day was ending normally enough, Mary and I driving through Los Banos.
    My eyes, suddenly yanked from the road by a sense of surprise and disbelief.
    To my right, set up in Pacheco Park….
    The Wall…..surrounded by Old Glory. With lots of company.
    The traveling Wall, a traveling display of the Viet Nam memorial, about one third full size or more. Still several hundred feet long.
    I’d heard of it, but it was always big cities, never smaller cities and towns.
    But it was in Los Banos.
    And still is.
    Men stand quietly in front of it.
    As I did today….
    I didn’t mind spending time looking for a place to park.
    The mute testimony written on the Wall.
    To step forward, to remember….
    Quietly I ponder…..
    Around fifty thousand men, average age twenty, a million years of living, of little boys lost to their mothers and fathers.
    A million years of potential talent laid to rest far too soon.
    My wife still has a POW bracelet she wore for several years.
    Lieutenant Commander William Arnold.
    She found him on the Wall.
    This still gets to me…it did then, it does now.
    My friend…..I didn’t know him long.
    I knew him by his middle name, a beautiful name.
    I knew him as Joshua.
    From ‘Bama.
    We hit it off right from the start.
    We spoke of God a lot.
    He said his momma beat the Bible into him, laughing at the memory.
    But we both revered the Lord.
    And still do.
    But he is closer than I.
    Times were we had a few beers together, talking and dreaming as soldiers will. Wondering about the girl back home. Dreaming of the truck we would buy when we got out. Something new and proud to drive those country roads, sucking suds and sharing times.
    It was not to be.
    He is here but I cannot find him. I don’t remember his first or last name….
    To lean my head against the Wall… think.
    And remember….to hurt, to regret, and to wonder.
    And from my mind….
    Do you remember me? The times we had? You ended up dead. We never got to get out and drive that truck you wanted to get. You know, Joshua, I gotta’ real nice truck now with a tool box on it. I wish so much I could take you for a ride in it.
    You know, Joshua? I was the hell raiser, drunk half the time, getting arrested, in a few bar fights. Drew a special court for that stunt. They broke me of that habit. Three months in the fucking brig. But it was too late to tell you, or write you a letter. I wanted to, but it was not possible. I was a good boy after that.
    Had four-oh quarter marks, got an honorable discharge too.
    I still remember the day….
    You were a young, strong, proud Marine. A member of America’s finest.
    You had been in ‘Nam one fucking day! One fucking day!
    You had gone to get some coffee for your buddies.
    The incoming caught you flat footed in the open. You didn’t stand a chance.
    Your boot with your foot still in it was thrown in the trash. The rest of you died on the way back……
    Why did you die, Joshua?
    Why am I still around?
    Survivors guilt?
    You know, you guys coming home were treated like shit.
    Those left wing bastards say I love war.
    I still hate them for what they did to you guys.
    I still wonder why I’m on this side of the Wall and you on the other?
    Or because you were a by the book guy and I was one hell raising son of a bitch.
    And we were friends. You said I made you laugh. And I could drink a lot of beer.
    But I’m not laughing now Joshua….
    I cannot find you…but I feel you.
    My Alabama Angel.
    It rips me a new asshole.
    Joshua, I think of you on the fucking jet going home, the cabin somber and silent. All those caskets, side by side, flags on all of them. Row upon row. My father may have even been the one flying the plane.
    You know, Joshua, twenty years later I fought the battle of my life.
    For my life.
    It was no longer the monkey on my back.
    But rather a gorilla.
    And with the good Lords help and tutelage I survived. I confront pain now, Joshua…any kind of pain. It pisses me off and I go after it.
    One in ten make it back, Joshua.
    But like with you….and the other nine….why am I still here?
    I’m only fifty-three, Joshua, yet I have outlived most of my friends.
    I am sad, Joshua, part of me wants to cry, the other part just hurts.
    I have to go, Joshua.
    I just wanted to say good bye.
    And thanks…..
    Turning, quietly striding away from the Wall, I turned one final time…
    And snapped a salute.
    On the drive home….
    My wife told me some things…nice things.
    “Kent, you have a mental discipline few possess. You describe trial as turbulence on the flight of life. To be gone around, or if denied that option, to be attacked on full afterburner. You focus to a razors edge. You never give up. Which is what you do, never losing sight of the goal, not distracted by the turbulence. You hurt and say nothing, you never speak of these things, but I feel it too.”
    “You walk the talk, as many do not. You really try. I know you love God. And you try hard, work hard.”
    I felt very grateful to have had this woman in my life.
    Especially today.
    Good bye, Joshua….

    Panel E-12, line eighty-four
    We returned to the Wall. From our previous visit.
    The grounds quiet and reverent, the flags flying, flapping, guarding their charges.
    We found the panel, people next to us quietly stepping aside, granting us passage.
    We all knew what we were doing there.
    As the title indicates, that is where Lieutenant Commander William T. Arnold from Wisconsin is listed. Mary has his POW bracelet. She tells me if we ever make it to D.C. whe is going to leave it at the Wall.
    Once again to view the names, fifty-eight thousand of them.
    It’s overwhelming.
    And why?
    Sometimes you gotta’ ask.
    I think of the stinking profiteers of war, those architects of death peddling their wares.
    I feel anger.
    I could dream of all those soldiers fighting, suddenly mutually turning all their weapons on these jackals, then going off together to have a beer.
    But I had something to do.
    I found the listing, somehow my knees not hurting as I knelt in front of the name.
    “Give me your hand,” as I pressed her fingers to the words.
    “It is closure of a sort.”
    These things I know.
    And my wife wept.
    I knew Joshua was there somewhere….but I couldn’t find him.
    Good enough.
    The other half and I stood quietly, she wiping her eyes, me my heart.
    And once again I stood and saluted before leaving,
    “Thanks Guys.”

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  23. L.C. Rowane Comment by L.C. Rowane UNITED STATES

    “God Bless the USA”
    Sing it Loud and Proud, folks. Because if we don’t get our collective asses together soon she ain’t gonna be here to be Blessed by the Almighty or anyone else.

    I’ve been a firm Right-winger since I saw my Pop arrested at the airport in Little Rock. He was returnin from 3 tours in Viet Nam and a stupid leftwing scumbucket dashed up and threw a cup of blood on him. As the hippy idiot tried to get away Pop unloaded on him as well as two airport security cops who tried to pull him off. It took eight of them to get him off and another four to restrain my Brother and me (we were 10 and 12 at the time)

    To make long story short, the police took Pop to jail while an ambulance took the unwashed son of a bitch to ER. My Brother, my Mother, and me were threatened with the same. When we went to the jail to bail Pop out Mom found him inside drinking coffee with the sherriff, who had been in Nam about 10 years before.

    Damn, I think I’m gonna get off here and go visit the Ol’ Man, He has been the inspiration for my whole life.

    Duty, Honor, Country
    (in THAT order)

  24. jaybear Comment by jaybear UNITED STATES

    Here’s a picture that I’d like to share. It is taken from the coxswain position of a Higgins Boat as it unloads troops at Omaha Beach on June 6, 1944. To me, it epitomizes the sacrifice and absolute superior mettle of our armed forces. Personally, I don’t think I have what it takes to jump out of a boat into machinegun fire like these heroes did, truly they are the definition of greatness:

  25. LC Gunsniper Comment by LC Gunsniper UNITED STATES

    God Bless our Troops, and God Bless the United States of America.

    In order to remain the Land of the Free, we must also remain the Home of the Brave.


  26. RobH Comment by RobH

    I truly believe we are living in historic times.

    I also believe that our country is being torn apart by politicians who have sold their souls to the highest bidder.

    I also believe that the time has come to get rid of these traitors, to get real Americans in office and stop the madness with special interests, lobbyists, big money, because if we don’t, America will cease to exist.

    I don’t have many years left here, but I’m doing all I can to get people to wake up and understand what we’re up against. And to get people to see through the bullshit that passes for politics today.

    We have a Constitution. We’re a nation governed by the Rule of Law. We’re a nation who can “FIRE” those who don’t get the rule of law.

    And we must. Don’t let the media twist your thinking - these are journalists, who weren’t smart enough to get into med/law/business/graduate school - yet they influence so many people who still don’t “get” what we in America are trying to fight.

  27. TPCrasher78 Comment by TPCrasher78

    Here’s to our soldiers, as paraphrased by Shakespeare our band of brothers. God bless you and your families. God be with those who have lost one of our guardians, a loved one. To The Greatest Generation, and up to our new generation of warriors, thank you for insuring our freedoms and taking the ultimate sacrifice for us and others…..

  28. TPCrasher78 Comment by TPCrasher78

    And God have mercy on our enemies, as I am fresh out….

  29. LCJackboot Comment by LCJackboot UNITED STATES

    Eternal Vigilance, Eternal Honor, Eternal Peace…

    Sgt. MacKenzie:

    Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
    Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
    Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
    Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun

    When they come a wull staun ma groon
    Staun ma groon al nae be afraid

    Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear
    Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears

    Ains a year say a prayer faur me
    Close yir een an remember me

    Nair mair shall a see the sun
    For a fell tae a Germans gun

    Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
    Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
    Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
    Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
    Whaur afore monie mair huv gau

    At last week’s funeral in Arlington National Cemetery, a brave fallen Marine from Connecticut was laid to rest among his fallen brothers on the gentle sloping hills facing the Potomac River and our Capitol. In this garden of stone Reverend Michael Dolan gave us instructions:

    “Do not squander the time given to you by God or the freedom preserved by this Marine’s life.”

    Let us go forth today and always, remembering this and faithfully carrying out this simple, humble task without fail.

    Please remember to dip the colors from sunrise to Noon tomorrow. (No insult intended friends, I forgot last year..foolish me)

  30. Unregistered Comment by tommy UNITED STATES

    It sometimes gets overlooked but the soldier that dies in training accidents and not in combat made the same sacrifice. He died at the cost of keeping his comrades prepared to face the enemy, instead of at the hands of the enemy, but his contribution is no less significant, and his loss is as great to his family.

    They should not be overlooked.

  31. Unregistered Comment by LC Joseph Dromedary

    I know Memorial Day is for our American comrades but I want to tell you about this guy who was in the Royal Navy.
    He served on pre-war cruise on HMS Hood and also on HMS Warspite as a gun-layer. He became a mine-warfare technician and served on mine-sweepers during the war.
    He harvested the deadly menace off Africa, the Med, UK, Scotland and when D-Day came, worked the coast of France then Belgium and Holland.
    He survived one sinking in the North Sea and ran one escort duty to Murmansk.

    I am looking at his medals before me.

    He died last week and will be buried tomorrow. He was 89. He was my dad and he was my hero.

    I know lots of American kids will grow to be my age and will learn of their own relatives’ part in the wars today and the young Marines and Paras they learn about will be every bit the heroes like my old dad.

    God Bless ‘em all.

    Joe D.

  32. LCJackboot Comment by LCJackboot UNITED STATES


    Sorry for your loss. Condolences to you and your family.

    But I disagree with this:

    Memorial Day is for our American comrades

    We honor those who have served with honor and dignity, giving the last full measure of devotion to a cause they believed in. The uniform they wore is unimportant. We have our own blue and gray brothers-in-arms sleeping throughout this nation, enemies on the battlefield yet all served for a noble cause, bigger than themselves.

    Your father served the cause of Freedom and that truly defines a Hero.

    May G_d rest his soul in eternal grace.

  33. LC HJ Caveman82952 Comment by LC HJ Caveman82952 UNITED STATES

    Joe D…..Were that we could be such as men like these……….maybe my Dad can give him a lift to heaven in a B-17? My condolences, my Canadian friend. Honor and duty knows no national borders. It belongs to the human spirit. I know how you feel, having been there. But what brought then and still now brings a smile to my face……..”Thank God he is my dad…!”
    My greatest gift, and my dad was born on December 25th.
    Big shoes to fill, Joe D. but somehow I think you’ve managed quite well. He is in my prayers tonight. Godspeed, Sir.

  34. Emperor Darth Misha I Comment by Emperor Darth Misha I UNITED STATES

    I know Memorial Day is for our American comrades but I want to tell you about this guy who was in the Royal Navy.

    I know that it technically is, but I choose to honor all of those who fought and died for the ideals that we, to this day, continue to hold.

    Your father was surely one of those.

    My condolences on your loss, my friend, and may G-d give you strength and comfort.

  35. LC HJ Caveman82952 Comment by LC HJ Caveman82952 UNITED STATES

    Oddly enough, but fittingly enough, I will find myself thinking of a Canadian solder tomorrow at the two ceremonies I will attend. Joe D’s dad. I greatly enjoy the smiling faces, the cry of recognition seeing somebody I know. Or even more special, somebody smiling, seeing me. Just some crazy middle aged fucker wearing jeans, tennis shoes, a ball cap, driving a hot PT Cruiser with American flags hanging out the windows. An anachronism of sorts. We will all smile, shake hands, say the pledge, honor the national anthem, see tear stained faces and grateful people. We will stand quietly at hallowed ground. But most of all, we will show respect, give thanks and share hope for the future. Perhaps rejuvenate a quiet resolve to fight in whatever fashion we can for this land we call home. It does not require demonstrative heroics. I could not do that anyway. But all can share in what fashion they are capable, be it great or small. I write. I have been told I do it well, especially where emotion is involved. So I do what I can. Others are great speakers, I am not. But all of us can vote…………….and we can share and give each other ideas and strength. The Rott gives that to me. So thank you for all you have taught me. It is a great deal. Oh hell, the flag is still up, well, either turn on the porch light or bring it down……….

  36. jaybear Comment by jaybear UNITED STATES

    to Joe D

    I am looking at his medals before me.

    He died last week and will be buried tomorrow. He was 89. He was my dad and he was my hero.

    As far as I’m concerned, Memorial Day has no nationality. I’m in total agreement with the Emperor, this is a day that we should remember the sacrifices of ALL who fight in the name of freedom and right.

    God Bless you sir, I got you in my prayers. God Bless your Dad too.

  37. Beth* A. Comment by Beth* A.

    LC HJ Caveman:

    I knew him by his middle name, a beautiful name.
    I knew him as Joshua. From ‘Bama.

    You were a young, strong, proud Marine. A member of America’s finest.
    You had been in ‘Nam one fucking day! One fucking day!

    Maybe there is a way to find your friend’s name for you, Kent.

    It’s really a fairly decent set of clues you’ve got, at that. Took a look at the Wall’s main website and checked all the Marines hailing from Alabama who are on the Wall. Unfortunately none with that middle name, but one with Joshua as a last name. (James Edward Joshua, Jr. ??? By any chance your friend African-American?) Or, and it sounds like you remember this part pretty well, but do you think it’s possible they have him listed from a different (home) state? That was mentioned in the FAQs, mostly having to do with the towns listed incorrectly, but maybe….

    Another avenue to try, do you know the actual date that your friend lost his life - tragically, way too early? Judging by what you wrote, it sounds like you have a pretty strong recall of the incident. Or perhaps you remember, were you and he the same age or not? Birthdates are listed.

    Of course his being a Marine doesn’t hurt at all. Unfortunately, althought they list most of the veteran’s names with their middle names, they haven’t got a search engine that will look with just the middle name info.

    The most promising lead was that only 997 people are listed on the Wall as being kia on their first day ‘in country’. Found that statistic corroborated on several websites.

    It would be neat this Memorial Day to ‘reunite’ you with your friend. Although, it sounds like that traveling Memorial version of the Wall went a long way towards doing that for you itself.

  38. Mrs. M Comment by Mrs. M UNITED STATES

    A protest raged on a courthouse lawn,
    Round a makeshift stage they charged on,
    Fifteen hundred or more they say,
    Had come to burn a Flag that day.
    A boy held up the folded Flag,
    Cursed it, and called it a dirty rag.
    An OLD MAN pushed through the angry crowd,
    With a rusty shotgun shouldered proud.

    His uniform jacket was old and tight,
    He had polished each button, shiny and bright.
    He crossed that stage with a soldier’s grace,
    Until he and the boy stood face to face.

    “FREEDOM OF SPEECH”, the OLD MAN said,
    “Is worth dying for, good men are dead,
    So you can stand on this courthouse lawn,
    And talk us down from dusk to dawn,
    But before any Flag gets burned today,

    My father died on a foreign shore,
    In a war they said would end all war.
    But Tommy and I wasn’t even full grown,
    Before we fought in a war of our own.
    And Tommy died on Iwo Jima’s beach,
    In the shadow of a hill he couldn’t quite reach
    Where five good men raised this Flag so high,

    I got this bum leg that I still drag,
    Fighting for this same old Flag.
    Now there’s but one shot in this old gun,
    So now it’s time to decide which one,
    Which one of you will follow our lead,
    To stand and die for what you believe?
    For as sure as there is a rising sun,
    You’ll burn before this Flag burns, son.

    Now this riot never came to pass.
    The crowd got quiet and that can of gas,
    Got set aside as they walked away
    To talk about what they had heard this day.
    And the boy who had called it a “dirty rag”,
    Handed the OLD SOLDIER the folded Flag.

    So the battle of the Flag this day was won
    By a tired OLD SOLDIER with a rusty gun,
    Who for one last time, had to show to some,
    “It’s the Soldier”
    By: Charles M. Province

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  40. NCLivingBrit Comment by NCLivingBrit UNITED STATES

    Jaybear says: Screw the media, screw the left, and screw those who protest what our troops are doing while claiming to support them.

    Hallefuckinglujjah to that. The BBC are making me sick these days, what used to be real journalism turned into libtard propoganda while I watched.

    Seems like the only stuff to listen to is wayyy outside the mainstream. Guess truth doesn’t sell as well as slander and lies.

  41. NCLivingBrit Comment by NCLivingBrit UNITED STATES

    This cheered me up no end, and about damn time too!

    ST. PAUL (AP) - Protesters who target the funerals of U.S. soldiers - or anyone else - will have to stand back at least 1,000 feet under a bill the House of Representatives passed unanimously Thursday.

    Passage of the measure was a quick response from the Legislature, coming just two weeks after anti-gay picketers disrupted the funeral of an Anoka soldier who was killed in Iraq. Gov. Tim Pawlenty, who attended the funeral, immediately endorsed plans to hold protesters at bay and a number of state lawmakers introduced bills to do so.

    The Senate is expected to follow suit.

    The bill’s House sponsor said it was crafted to avoid infringing on the First Amendment rights of protesters. The bill makes no distinctions related to the message of any protesters, rather setting limits designed to let families grieve in peace.

    “This bill is neutral on the contents of the protests,” said Rep. Steve Smith, R-Mound. “It will protect the dignity, grief and privacy of grieving relatives at a funeral ceremony or service.”

    The Anoka funeral was picketed by members of Kansas’s Westboro Baptist Church, which has targeted similar soldier funerals around the country. The group’s message is that God is allowing U.S. soldiers to be killed because the United States is too tolerant of gay people.

    The bill requires that all protesters stay at least 1,000 feet away from funeral or memorial services, whether in churches, at gravesites or elsewhere for an hour before and after the ceremony. It extends the same limits to funeral processions as well as the homes of grieving family members.

    More than a dozen other states have passed or are considering similar legislation in response to the Kansas group. Shirley Phelps-Roper, an attorney and member of the church, said this week that group members won’t protest for now in states with such laws, but she said they’re considering legal challenges to the laws.

    A Senate companion to the bill is under consideration and is likely to find similar support. Pawlenty has said he supports the legislation.

    Some House Democrats suggested it’s hypocritical for Pawlenty and Republicans to criticize the anti-gay protesters while at the same time repeatedly pushing for a state constitutional ban on gay marriage. Rep. Karen Clark, DFL-Minneapolis, asked Smith during floor debate if the definition of “family members” in the legislation would extend to the gay or lesbian partners of those being mourned.

    “It is my intent that the word ‘family’ exclude no one,” Smith replied.

    The original article is here:

  42. NCLivingBrit Comment by NCLivingBrit UNITED STATES

    The original article is here:

    Sorry, wrong button :)

  43. LC Delftsman3 Comment by LC Delftsman3 UNITED STATES

    My sincere condolences on your loss, JoeD.

    As the others above me said, Memeorial Day is not limited to just one Service Branch, or one country; it is to honor all those that died for a just cause they believed in.

    May your father rest in the peace that he rightfully earned, and may you find some small comfort in your grief that when the call fell upon him, he answered with courage and determination.

  44. jaybear Comment by jaybear UNITED STATES

    NCLivingBrit sez:

    The BBC are making me sick these days, what used to be real journalism turned into libtard propoganda while I watched.

    I used to listen to the BBC on shortwave when I was a kid, really loved doing that and it was a good excuse to stay up late at night. This was in the late ’60’s when they were still pretty reputable. I’ve tried to listen lately and just like you am pretty disgusted by the left wing slant and propagandizing. It won’t be long until we hear the call to prayer broadcast not only by the BBC, but by CNN and the others….

    how blind they truly are….

    Don’t forget the National Moment of Remembrance today

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  46. LC HJ Caveman82952 Comment by LC HJ Caveman82952 UNITED STATES

    It still gets to me……
    He said it so simply…and so well.
    My favorite service, a sinple, small town affair at our town cemetary. We have attended for the last five years, just got back.
    Parking Spunky behind a Lincoln Town car with flags on the trunk…..just walking to the entrance. Fifty foot trimmed junipers, suddenly flags, hundreds of flags, big ones, little ones, American Legion, California Republic, POW-MIA, and Old Glory……
    Silently walking, noting hundreds of small flgs marking the final resting place of so many…now gone Home to serve the Ultimate Supreme Commander in Chief.
    I thought about all you people today……as I was there.
    I saw one man with a ball cap, about my age, a small flag in his hand, pausing, looking for a grave. I thought about Jaybear and his avatar.
    I remembered Joe Dand his dad, laid to rest on the most sacred of military holidays. How fitting, it seemed to me.
    In front of us some old Legionaires stood, fumbling over trumpets, bugles and such.
    My wife stifling a guffaw….I soon joining her. Yes, I suppose the business end of a toilet plunger would provide a fine means of playing your trumpet… gotta’ do what you gotta’ do…..
    I said, “Trust me, soldiers are a creative bunch, we have to be. My squad went to a lot of trouble to heist that case of scotch. They knew who it was but couldn’t pin it on us…the evidence quickly consumed, more worried about havin’ to eat the bottles, ya’ know? Thank God, we’d a been makin’ little rocks outta’ big ones for five years otherwise.”
    We sat, chairs on the lawn, a canopy over us, one before us for the honor guard. Old men, wise eyes, some young, strong young men, eyes sharp yet kind, appreciative of the couple of hundred of us showing up. In a town of five thousand souls…
    The honor guard suddenly approaching from the left. Trumpet and plunger at the ready….I removed my cap, placing it over my heart.
    Two hundred people…..
    “I pledge allegiance, to the flag , of the United States of America, and to the republic, for which it stands, one nation, under God…….”
    Invited to join in the national anthem.
    No one had to be asked to stand……not here, not now….
    Nobody threw rotten vegetables at me either. Not that I would have blamed them.
    We listened to hizzoner, the mayor. The Chief of Police, a personal acquaintance. He was a young, African-American patrolman when we first moved here……a Marine and now the Chief of Police. The Other half remembered him taking the time to simply talk with us. He won her friendship and my respect.
    His speech ended with the words, Semper Fi……
    We looked at the hundreds of graves with their little flags….dating back damn near two centuries. A veteran under every one of them.
    We were asked to sing “America the beautiful”, my favorite.
    As the words flowed…….I remembered backpacking in the high Sierra….for spacious skies……..driving through massive, vast oceans of wheat fields in Kansas…for amber waves of grain… airliner approaching the Rockies from the east, the sun setting behind them….massive turbines humming, nine hundred feet per second, for purple mountain majesties……the fruited plans beneath. That big Boeing, crafted with American minds and hands, taking us safely to San Francisco….
    As the song faded I pondered……
    Quiet reverence, flags flapping, communicating as they do……
    From the rear taps began…I froze, yanking my cap off my head. Time froze too…for all of us, listening, remembering, and praying.
    Thinking, “This one’s for you, Joe D…your dad.”
    Suddenly in front of us a little girl maybe three, oblivious to the meaning…..walking, stumbling across the grass between us and the honor guard….falling into her grandmothers arms.
    “This is why………….this is why. And a child shall lead them……”
    Taps faded into time….
    We were invited to have a hot dog, which we declined….I shook the Chiefs hand, thanked him.
    One man, with an army cap; great big, burly guy, could have broken me in half. I saw him wiping his eyes.
    I looked at him, he at me…he said. “It still gets to me, it still gets to me.”
    Extending my hand….”Me too, bro’…me too. That’s why we come.”
    And the flags flapped as we passed, hundreds of them….back to Spunky where I sat, suddenly jamming a CD in the player. I know how to end this. One of my favorite songs, “My Jesus” by Todd Agnew.
    And Spunky was let idle us the eight blocks home.
    I saw my flag in the breeze…..she is old.
    But some memories defy time, space and place.
    This day was one of them…..

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  48. maxxdog Comment by maxxdog UNITED STATES

    Rest ye in peace, ye Flanders dead.
    The fight that ye so bravely led
    We’ve taken up. And we will keep
    True faith with you who lie asleep
    With each a cross to mark his bed,
    In Flanders fields.

    Fear not that ye have died for naught.
    The torch ye threw to us we caught.
    Ten million hands will hold it high,
    And Freedom’s light shall never die!
    We’ve learned the lesson that ye taught
    In Flanders fields.

    America’s answer.
    Seems to me this doesn’t get half the attention that it deserves. My mom thought they should be read together and had them that way in her poetry book.

  49. L.C. Rowane Comment by L.C. Rowane UNITED STATES

    That is SO snagged for use elsewhere, Ms.M

    and thats what its all about caveman

  50. maxxdog Comment by maxxdog UNITED STATES

    My condolences to you and your family.

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  52. Empress Sofia Comment by Empress Sofia UNITED STATES

    I thank God for our soldiers. We all know that FREEDOM ISN’T FREE. It was bought with the blood, sweat and tears of our soldiers. I pray daily that God is with them and guides them and protects them. THANK YOU MEN AND WOMEN OF OUR MILITARY!!! We wouldn’t have the things we have now if it weren’t for you! God bless you all!!

  53. Romeocat Comment by Romeocat

    No words can express my admiration and my profound gratitude to the men and women who have served, and continue to serve, honorably and bravely in the cause of freedom and justice.

    Whatever uniform they wear, whatever language they speak, their courage in the face of adversity and their faithfulness in tremendous trial are examples of character.

    I pray to the L-rd Almighty the He blesses them and keeps them close at hand until the day when we may beat our swords into plowshares, and enter into the richness of His Heaven.

    Thank you so much, Misha, for your very gracious link, and for your uplifting words.

    – R’cat, LC & IB, GLOR

  54. LC HJ Caveman82952 Comment by LC HJ Caveman82952 UNITED STATES

    For the airmen out there……
    Destination (Author unknown)

    I hope there’s a place way up in the sky,
    Where airmen can go when they die.
    A place where a guy can buy a cold beer,
    For a friend and a comrade, whose memory is dear.
    A place where no doctor or lawyer can tread,
    Nor a management type would ere be caught dead.
    Just a quaint little place, kind of dark, full of smoke,
    Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke.
    The kind of a place where a lady could go,
    And feel safe and protected by the men she would know.
    There must be a place where old airmen go,
    When their paining is finished, and their airspeed gets low.
    Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
    And songs about flying and dying are sung.
    Where you’d see all the fellows who’d flown west before,
    And they’d call out your name, as you came through the door.
    Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad,
    And relate to others, “He was quite a good lad.”
    And then through the mist, you’d spot an old guy,
    You had not seen in years, though he taught you to fly.
    He’d nod his old head, and grin ear to ear,
    And say, “Welcome, my son, I’m pleased that you’re here,
    For this is the place where true flyers come,
    When their journey is over, and the war has been won.
    They’ve come here at last to be safe and alone,
    From the government clerk, and the management clone,
    Politicians and lawyers, the Feds and the noise,
    Where all hours are happy, and these good ole boys,
    Can relax with a cool one, and well deserved rest,
    This is heaven my son….. You’ve passed your last test!”

  55. jaybear Comment by jaybear UNITED STATES

    “And when he gets to Heaven
    To Saint Peter he will tell:
    ‘One more Marine reporting, Sir!
    I’ve done my time in Hell.’” — Guadalcanal epitaph

    God Bless ‘em all, Army..Air Force..Navy..Marines..Coast Guard..National Guard…Police..Firefighters…and the families that stand by them.

  56. Unregistered Comment by LC Croaker UNITED STATES

    If tomorrow all the things were gone
    I’d worked for all my life,
    And I had to start again
    with just my children and my wife,
    I’d thank my lucky stars
    to be living here today,
    ‘Cause the flag still stands for freedom
    and they can’t take that away.

    I’m proud to be an American
    where at least I know I’m free,
    And I won’t forget the men who died
    who gave that right to me,
    And I gladly stand up next to you
    and defend her still today,
    ‘Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land
    God Bless the U.S.A.

    From the lakes of Minnesota
    to the hills of Tennessee,
    Across the plains of Texas
    from sea to shining sea.
    From Detroit down to Houston
    and New York to L.A.,
    There’s pride in every American heart
    and it’s time we stand and say:

    I’m proud to be an American
    where at least I know I’m free,
    And I won’t forget the men who died
    who gave that right to me,
    And I gladly stand up next to you
    and defend her still today,
    ‘Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land
    God Bless the U.S.A.

    I’m proud to be an American
    where at least I know I’m free,
    And I won’t forget the men who died
    who gave that right to me,
    And I gladly stand up next to you
    and defend her still today,
    ‘Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land
    God Bless the U.S.A.

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  58. Unregistered Comment by LC Joseph Dromedary

    I have always enjoyed being a part of the Rott Empire and family and the responses to you learning of my fathers’ passing speaks volumes as to why.

    Thanks Misha, LC Jackboot, Jaybear, Maxxdog, Delftsman3, LC Caveman (Don’t EVER quit writing my friend. You paint with words.)

    It was a quiet ceremony, family and a few friends as he would want it, held in a beautiful tree lined cemetary.
    Everyone held it together until the lone piper played.
    Being an old Scot, he left us to the strains of “Dark Island” and there wasn’t a dry eye. The pipes do tend to rip your heart out at times like that.

    Again, many thanks for your kind words and honest sentiments. They mean great deal to me.
    I’d like to close out the day with a poem by Noel Coward, one of my favourites, written about the Bomber crews of WW2. The sentiments, however, apply to all the Services and men of good will everywhere:


    Lie in the dark and listen
    It’s clear tonight so they’re flying high
    Hundreds of them, thousands perhaps
    Riding the icy, moonlit sky
    Men, machinery, bombs and maps
    Altimeters and guns and charts
    Coffee, sandwiches, fleece-lined boots
    Bones and muscles and minds and hearts
    English saplings with English roots
    Deep in the earth they’ve left below
    Lie in the dark and let them go
    Lie in the dark and listen.

    Lie in the dark and listen
    They’re going over in waves and waves
    High above villages, hills and streams,
    Country churches and little graves
    And little citizens’ worried dreams
    Very soon they’ll have reached the sea
    And far below them will lie the bays
    And cliffs and sands where they used to be
    Taken for summer holidays
    Lie in the dark and let them go
    Theirs is a world we’ll never know
    Lie in the dark and listen.

    Lie in the dark and listen
    City magnates and steel contractors
    Factory workers and politicians
    Soft hysterical little actors
    Ballet dancers, reserved musicians
    Safe in your warm civilian beds
    Count your profits and count your sheep
    Life is passing over your heads
    Just turn over and try to sleep
    Lie in the dark and let them go
    There’s one debt you’ll forever oweLie in the dark and listen.

    Noel Coward

    Amen to that.

    Joe D.

  59. Unregistered Comment by Steve UNITED STATES

    Misha, wonderful post. Everyone, wonderful comments. Caveman, your writing is nothing less than inspired. Joe D, I’m sorry to hear your father passed away. I will be sure to keep him in my prayers, and from now on Memorial Day will include our Canadian brothers in arms in my mind.

    Let us not forget our sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, who are serving now to keep our country free. Keep them in your prayers today and every day. Semper Fi.

  60. Alan K. Henderson Comment by Alan K. Henderson UNITED STATES

    After the War, written by Tim Irvine, first performed live at a Memorial Day fathering in 1993

    My name is Billy Johnson. Indiana’s my state.
    I turned 21 back in ‘68.
    Drafted into the army, sent to Fort Leonard Wood.
    When I left my hometown, I prayed it wasn’t for good.

    His name was Hector Gonzalez, from San Jose.
    We got stuck with KP the very first day.
    After peelin’ potatoes for hours on end,
    Hector and I were the closest of friends.

    When they put us on a troop jet, and flew us to ‘Nam,
    Some guy stood up in the back and read the twenty-third psalm.
    He talked about walkin’ through that valley of death.
    I said, “Hector I’m scared.” He said, “Just take a deep breath.”

    When we got off the plane and our assignments came in,
    I got sent to Pleiku, he got sent to Long Binh.
    He hugged me goodbye and turned around at the door,
    And he said, “Don’t forget look me up, after the war.”

    About three months later, he wrote me a letter.
    He said some days are rough and some days are better,
    And a kid named Gilardo we knew from basic training,
    Was missing in action up north. “By the way, I meant what I said before:
    Don’t forget to look me up, after the war.”

    I was out on patrol in the spring of ‘69,
    I stepped on a trip wire, took some shrapnel from a mine.
    Spent the rest of my tour in a hospital bed,
    With a pin in my leg, and a plate in my head.

    On the plane ride home, I thought of all I’d been through.
    I’d lived nine lives and I was just 22.
    And I thought about Hector and what I’d promised before,
    And I planned to look him up, right after the war.

    Twenty-one years later in Washington, DC,
    I was there on vacation with my family.
    I went out to that park to see that wall,
    And face up to a past I didn’t want to recall.

    First, I looked for that guy that Hector wrote me about,
    He wasn’t on the list, I guess he lucked out.
    Then my eyes caught a name at the top of the page,
    Corporal Hector Gonzalez, 21 years of age.

    My throat got tight. My mouth went dry.
    I looked up at that wall and I started to cry.
    And the memories hit me like incoming fire,
    From a time when we were so-o-o young,
    Hector wavin’ at me from the door,
    Sayin’, “Don’t forget to look me up, after the war.”

    I lay awake some nights. I can still hear the guns,
    Still hear the screams, I can still taste the blood.
    I can still see Hector wavin’ goodbye from the door,
    Sayin’, “Don’t forget to look me up, after the war.”

  61. Unregistered Comment by Lisa Gilliam UNITED STATES

    Joe I add my condolences to everyone about your Dad’s passing.I thank my dad and all the others who have served this nation and not only here I honor the Brits,Danes(can’t forget them)and to our other allies on this solemn and special day.

  62. Apollyon Comment by Apollyon UNITED STATES

    I am looking at his medals before me.

    He died last week and will be buried tomorrow. He was 89. He was my dad and he was my hero.

    Joe, I join everyone in expressing my condolences. My greatest fear is losing my father and it’s an abnormal fear since it’s only natural to pass as we age. I know I will not handle it well.

    God rest your fathers soul and God bless you and your family, Joe.

  63. Radical Redneck Comment by Radical Redneck UNITED STATES

    Joe D, you follow in peace my friend. When my dad’s time comes (77 yr’s old; Korea Purple Heart vet) I will be (gratefully) lost. It will be bad, but, over the years, I’ve made the wisest decision of my life and made sure I’ve connected with my dad every step. And enjoyed it too.

    This isn’t much of an accomplishment: my dad is the easiest person with whom to co-exist (even easier than me ;-) ). He’s like the friendly old golden retriever in every neighborhood. Expected, yet totally irreplacable. War Hero (though he’ll NEVER say) and really good guy.

    Godspeed Joe D.

  64. LC Horrabin Comment by LC Horrabin

    To Caveman and all the rest of you:
    you got it all right. God Bless You.
    I served, and did the country no good.
    17 years old by 2 months is too young to enlist but I did a 180, chopped off 2 feet of hair, and did it anyway. (I’m now 52). Posted to Saigon but orders changed to Frankfurt 3 days before departure. Germany was a drug addict’s dream (I wasn’t one until I got there. The guys in the barracks soon educated the fresh fish). That put the pansy hippie U.S. dopers to shame I can testify.
    Quit all that shit, vowed to get away from anything military & government, and the door didn’t hit me on the ass either.
    So I came home and became Joe Suburbanite.
    Haven’t done too well with that either, I’m an expert in my field but it don’t pay. If I’d have stayed in I’d have been out with a pension now.
    let me put down the violin and quit playing sad songs.
    I was a fuckup in the service, and bitterly regret it. As always, “if I knew then what I know now” ……
    just doesn’t cut it. Even for a stupid 17 year old.
    Oh. I forgot to mention, I got a medical cuz of the drug stuff. I didn’t want to do the rehab, “I don’t have a problem, what’s yours?”
    They offered this 17 year old E-4 — yes, E-4 not a misprint — (top of class in AIT, Military Intelligence, Fort Huachuca AZ, E-4 right out of the gate) a rehab, promotion to E-5, with a re-up.
    If I followed intructions.
    Didn’t happen.
    I’ve bitterly regretted it it since. I should have been there & done that (the things my country wanted).
    At this age all I can do is cheer.
    But I damn sure would have done it differently (as I noted above) and I have nothing but tears for those who went in place of where I might have been supposed to go, and my gratitude to them, my shame at having fucked up and left them to cover what & where I should have been, and my undying HATRED for the fuckups I see in our streets. And our Senate. And the House. And I’m wavering about the Prez.
    I was young, stupid, had no clue, but VOLUNTEERED during time of the draft. These asshats are crying because of a rumor of a draft. A fuckin rumor, and the DU has convulsions.
    These asshats in the streets owe us all. They RAN AWAY. From the recruiting stations they burned, the college campuses they refused to allow ROTC and recruiters, the MEXICAN FUCKING FLAGS they flew in front of our “universities”.
    Fuck nuts.
    I don’t believe any of these dickweeds under 25 or so should be called “Americans”. They are &&^%^%& couldn’t say it in a “family blog” heh
    I’m tired.
    End rant.
    Sorry to take up server space, O Emporer. (for now
    Been stuffing this “stuff” too long. Now it stopped
    I apologize to the service members who stayed the course. Especially to those who can’t and never will see this post.
    R.I.P. my brothers.

  65. Emperor Darth Misha I Comment by Emperor Darth Misha I UNITED STATES

    LC Horrabin:

    I can’t say that I walked a mile in your shoes, because thanks to the Grace of G-d, I didn’t. But there, for the Grace of G-d, as they say…

    I DO know a lot about the “not having done enough” bit, on the other hand.

    I lucked out. I served at a time and place that turned out to be a safe front. I did my time never facing anything more frightening than a paper cut, and I’ll forever hold my manhood cheap compared with the brave young men and women serving now, in harm’s way, serving as I wish I’d served.

    That regret will always be with me, and that’s how the fact that I was turned down on account of age when I volunteered my services on 9/12/2001 struck me harder than most things in my life. I had to realize and come to grips with the fact that my time had come and passed, that I’d been officially put out to pasture while better men than I were called upon to do what I wanted to do.

    I hate it, and will forever hate it, and I’d give most anything to be what I was, to once more have the chance and opportunity to go back on the race track, to be allowed to do so when it actually means something, rather than the cushy, uneventful assignment that I had.

    And that is something that will forever be with me “on St. Crispin’s day.”

  66. Unregistered Comment by Infidel River Rat

    I lucked out. I was prior service in the early ’90’s, and was able to get into the Guard, and now i’m finishing a tour in A-stan. I volunteered all the way! The day I saw the footage of the WTC towers falling, as well as that of the Pentagon and Flight 93’s wreckage, I knew I was going to come back in and do a combat tour. Regrets? Absodamnedlutely NONE! If told to again, I’d show up with bags packed, grab my rifle, and do it again! I’m just another GI, there are thousands upon thousands like me, attitude and all! Hell yes, America’s worth fighting for!!

  67. L.C. Rowane Comment by L.C. Rowane UNITED STATES

    Infidel River Rat sez:

    The day I saw the footage of the WTC towers falling, as well as that of the Pentagon and Flight 93’s wreckage, I knew I was going to come back in and do a combat tour. Regrets? Absodamnedlutely NONE! If told to again, I’d show up with bags packed, grab my rifle, and do it again

    I tried myself, but they took a look at the old E-6 and saw only an old man going to fat from an easy life.

    I guess they didn’t realize that one doesn’t have to be in tip top shape to be an oxymoron. Oh well, guess its all for the best, I’d have probably winded up like Nick Berg, but not without enlarging my Honor Guard in Hell.

    You take care over there, man. If things get hairy aim at any head covered with a towel and it oughta come out alright.

    Duty, Honor, Country
    in THAT order

  68. Unregistered Comment by Emperor Palpatine

    Thanks, Misha. We needed that.

  69. LC HJ Caveman82952 Comment by LC HJ Caveman82952 UNITED STATES

    LC Horrabin:Perhaps it is time to let your self-imposed sentence commute. Your timeis done. I too, made my mistakes, being a wild, crazy youngster. MANY of them. But in their usual genteel fashion the military taught me of many things, traits I carry to this day. A purpose greater than yourself. Endurance, patience, loyalty, honesty and courage. Your post alone says it all. It seems apparent to me that you learned as well. Good traits, from a good, decent man….loyalty, honesty, love of country and friends. But in time I learned and performed as requested, or excelled. Largely repacking valves and painting things. You ever sweep a hanger deck? Don’t get your Chief pissed at you? But me a hero? Never! My Dad was. But me? No. You said it yourself…..but you joined up. As did I. Nobody made you. Or me. Somehow I think your hearts’ in the right place, Sir….and if you served ONE DAY past boot camp. You are considered a vet. I too, had a monkey on my back. It’s been fifteen years now.
    And you know what? Any man can make a mistake. It remains what he learns and does with the lesson. I ask you consider that……I have on occasion. I have found, odd as it may seem, that I love this nation far more deeply now as a middle aged man than I did as a youngster. And I will serve her in whatever fashion as I am capable, be that as it may.
    Somehow I suspect you would as well…..welcome aboard…..