Vic Balshaw
Major General
we will remember them 
Some pics of inspiration
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we will remember them 
ontos
Tech Sergeant
God Bless America......
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Njaco
The Pop-Tart Whisperer
Lucky13
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Where the sun is shining in the first one, it sure looks like a crucifix/cross!
RabidAlien
1st Lieutenant
Where the sun is shining in the first one, it sure looks like a crucifix/cross!
Yep, that is a very popular image that makes the rounds here in the States, for that reason.
EXCELLENT pics there, thanks for posting!!
jamierd
Senior Airman
For gold the merchant ploughs the main,
The farmer ploughs the manor;
But glory is the soldier's prize,
The soldier's wealth is honour!
The brave poor soldier never despise,
Nor count him as a stranger:
Remember he is his country's stay
In day and hour of danger.
robert burns
The farmer ploughs the manor;
But glory is the soldier's prize,
The soldier's wealth is honour!
The brave poor soldier never despise,
Nor count him as a stranger:
Remember he is his country's stay
In day and hour of danger.
robert burns
ToughOmbre
Senior Master Sergeant
Good job Chris! Never can have enough American flags flying proudly!
TO
TO
RabidAlien
1st Lieutenant
Good one, Jamie.
Aaron Brooks Wolters
Brigadier General
Nice material guys. I will always remember.
Nice stuff guys. Never forget
Excellent stuff Chris!
RabidAlien
1st Lieutenant
Got this in an email today:
GOLD STAR MOTHER
By Keo R. Gathman
As she stands beside his grave
On yet another Memorial Day,
She remembers the boy she sent away
And how he became the man resting here today.
His heroes didn't become famous playing ball.
In fact most of their names were never well known at all.
They went to work wearing camouflage green and desert brown,
Earning their reputation as the toughest warriors around.
When he first saw them in dress blues
The heart within her little boy knew,
That nothing short of becoming one of them would do.
Time all too quickly passed by
As childhood things were put aside,
And his heart's desire would not be denied.
"I love you, Mom" he said one day
"But the time has come for me to go away,"
And she knew his decision she couldn't sway.
Through tears she tried so hard to keep inside
She told her baby boy goodbye.
Writing him letters nearly every day
She often took the time to pray,
"Lord be with my boy today."
"Help him clearly see the man I know that he can be,
Grant him his most cherished dream,
Let him come home, a United States Marine."
When the time came for him to go to war
She feared as she had never feared before,
Prayed there would be no knock on her front door.
They came that day dressed in their blues
And though in her heart she already knew,
She cried out "No, it can't be true."
The man child she had sent away
Was at last coming home to stay.
He never doubted what they did was right,
And he never wavered in the fight.
Forever and always as in his childhood dreams,
Her boy remains a United States Marine.
Copyright 2006 Keo R. Gathman ( [email protected] ). Permission is granted to send this to others, with attribution, but not for commercial purposes.
GOLD STAR MOTHER
By Keo R. Gathman
As she stands beside his grave
On yet another Memorial Day,
She remembers the boy she sent away
And how he became the man resting here today.
His heroes didn't become famous playing ball.
In fact most of their names were never well known at all.
They went to work wearing camouflage green and desert brown,
Earning their reputation as the toughest warriors around.
When he first saw them in dress blues
The heart within her little boy knew,
That nothing short of becoming one of them would do.
Time all too quickly passed by
As childhood things were put aside,
And his heart's desire would not be denied.
"I love you, Mom" he said one day
"But the time has come for me to go away,"
And she knew his decision she couldn't sway.
Through tears she tried so hard to keep inside
She told her baby boy goodbye.
Writing him letters nearly every day
She often took the time to pray,
"Lord be with my boy today."
"Help him clearly see the man I know that he can be,
Grant him his most cherished dream,
Let him come home, a United States Marine."
When the time came for him to go to war
She feared as she had never feared before,
Prayed there would be no knock on her front door.
They came that day dressed in their blues
And though in her heart she already knew,
She cried out "No, it can't be true."
The man child she had sent away
Was at last coming home to stay.
He never doubted what they did was right,
And he never wavered in the fight.
Forever and always as in his childhood dreams,
Her boy remains a United States Marine.
Copyright 2006 Keo R. Gathman ( [email protected] ). Permission is granted to send this to others, with attribution, but not for commercial purposes.
Aaron Brooks Wolters
Brigadier General
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Njaco
The Pop-Tart Whisperer
excellent!
mikewint
Captain
two of mine
It is the Veteran
It is the Veteran, not the preacher, who has given us freedom of religion.
It is the Veteran, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the Veteran, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the Veteran, not the campus organizer, who has given us freedom to assemble.
It is the Veteran, not the lawyer, who has given us the right to a fair trial.
It is the Veteran, not the politician, who has given us the right to vote.
It is the Veteran, who salutes the Flag,
It is the Veteran, who serves under the Flag,
To be buried by the flag,
So the protester can burn the flag.
It is the Veteran
It is the Veteran, not the preacher, who has given us freedom of religion.
It is the Veteran, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the Veteran, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the Veteran, not the campus organizer, who has given us freedom to assemble.
It is the Veteran, not the lawyer, who has given us the right to a fair trial.
It is the Veteran, not the politician, who has given us the right to vote.
It is the Veteran, who salutes the Flag,
It is the Veteran, who serves under the Flag,
To be buried by the flag,
So the protester can burn the flag.
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mikewint
Captain
RabidAlien
1st Lieutenant
That has absolutely got to be one of my favorite paintings, bar none. There are many extraordinarily talented artists out there, but this one, for me, captures the pain and loss so well, I want to cry with the man in the suit.
That is simply brilliant!
vikingBerserker
Lieutenant General
A-Fricken-Men!
