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National Former Prisoner of War Recognition Day and Matt Maupin
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National Former Prisoner of War Recognition Day and Matt Maupin |
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Abe Senior Member
since 2003-05-28
Posts 694Looks like Vero Beach, FL until the end! 
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Staff Sgt. Keith Matthew Maupin, R.I.P. In April, of Two thousand-four Ambushed, just outside, Baghdad Private First Class when he was captured The beginning of a War story, so sad. The years of hope have ended With, confirmed, remains found The ending, not what we wanted Another haunting, of “Taps”, sound. The Family Proud, amidst the pain Closure, of having him come home Another Gold Star Family added He joins his Brothers, where they roam. One more, of many stories told Since we have been going to War And there's countless, POWs, MIAs We fear lost, forevermore. Some, will return to loved ones As we still search, for those still lost For all of those still Missing In that Action, War can cost. But, “Leave no one behind!” MUST BE, our Country's way Until we find each and every one And welcome them, back home, one day. 04.08.2008 older pieces > POW/MIA (Etched on Memorial in Waxahachie, Texas) So many fates are left unknown And so many rumors that abound So many families ask the question "When will, the answers be found?" So many years have come and gone Sometimes, hope is hard to keep There’s some who feel there’s none And in some, it’s buried deep. The pain, is in not knowing How, to put loved ones’ to rest When there is no way to prove They have passed, the final test. But, no matter what the answers We can’t let this cause alone Until, each and every one of them Is found, and brought back home POW/MIA STORIES It's hard to find, the stories That, they won't talk about It's hard, to realize the things That they had, to go, without. How can they let the feelings (Even, they don't understand) Show to, any other people In this, Freedom's Land. We can’t know, the hardships Unless, we were there Especially, when they came back home To those who didn't, seem, to care. Unless you had, lived through it Watching, Comrades that had died Why should they, talk about it to us Of, the tears, inside, they've cried? Even, if they chose to tell us What difference, would it make Would it be worth the chance That they, would have to take. Why should they bare their soul That's already been, stripped, clean Because, even with, a picture of it We couldn't see, what they have seen. Sometimes, all we have to do Is, to look into their eyes And think that we might see or hear Their, mournful, pain-filled cries. That POW who came home Who lived, through that Hell Can't tell the stories, of the MIA Whonever had, a chance to tell! So, we may never, ever, know Of, the horrors, they have, known And, if we think about it It's probably best, that they aren't shown! But there is, always an end To every, never-ending story Althoughsometimes, they’re never told In, all their Truth and Glory. So if you ask about it And if you ever wonder why They won’t talk of that nightmare Maybe now, you might know, Why? POW/MIA For as long as we have Wars And we send our Young to fight We’ll have Those who are Missing And the POWs plight. All People of this Nation Have this Duty to fulfill. We must keep Them in our thoughts And, We must have the Will To bring every One home And do all we can to find All those POW/MIAs And leave NO Souls behind. POW/MIA ISSUE Ten years of "BITS 'N' PIECES" By some People who still care In a search for clues and answers About Those We left "over there". Trying to get the military And all those politicians To take actions to find Them With calls, letters and petitions. It's a sad State of Affairs When the families and friends Must lead the Battle in the Search In this War that never ends. All those loved ones still Missing Who went to War for me and you Deserve much more from our Country Than just the efforts of those few. "The National Alliance of Families" Carries that Banner for us all To bring home those Forgotten Who answered our Nation's Call. Please visit their pages And give them a helping hand For if "One Missing" was "One" close to you Maybe then, you'd understand. http://www.nationalalliance.org/home1.htm A National Moment of Remembrance That poem about where “poppies blow” And, “the crosses, row on row” Still rings true, these ninety years After written, still brings tears. We still have Dead, “amid the guns” And lose our young and our loved ones Those who lived, “short days ago” Who, “felt dawn, saw sunset glow”. In Flanders Fields, “the poppy red” Still grow where the blood was bled They, “Take up our quarrel with the foe” And still die for Freedoms that we know. They pass, “The torch” to, “hold it high” And not, “break the faith with us who die” For they, “shall not sleep, though poppies grow” Beneath all those, “crosses, row on row” In Flanders Fields. also got this > Hi Abe, You and Richard are big winners...we submitted, "Check In/Check Out" to International Christian Songwriters Contest....you guys got #1 spot. Congratulations, Sharie Del "Abe" Jones Mankind's greatest accomplishment is not the revolution of technology, it is the evolution of creativity. |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569 |
Beautiful writes Abe. I didn't know they found Matt. How tragic. I had hopes he would still come home. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Abe, This is very sad, and well done. Your poem brought tears to my old eyes. That’s what poetry is all about sometimes. Here is one I wrote about a kid from the hood that was killed in Iraq. “Gerry was always a good kid, one of those white hat guys, never any problem— lived near Muck and mom. Gerry always had the ready smile, all the time, no matter what. He had those big, soft, brown, Italian eyes, would melt the girls hearts. Muck and Gerry were friends. Gerry became a cop, and liked to box. He was good— good at boxing and good at copping. Gerry joined the National Guard, went to Iraq, his unit blown-up by a roadside bomb. Muck, Marika and the whole damned gang were all tore up, had to do something in Gerry’s memory. The hood got together, Young and old, for a big, two-day stickball tournament, Stokley playground. They raised a lot of money, with T-shirts, food, donations, and entrance fees. Set up a scholarship fund in Gerry’s name.” Bobby |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Abe, Your poerty is important. I appreciate you and the words that you write and share. God bless our military - and always may we remember those who don't come home - and those who don't live to enjoy returning home. Alison |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
Great write Abe, you told quite a story, Lindsay |
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