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Memoral Day Compilation

Abe
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Looks like Vero Beach, FL until the end!

0 posted 2010-05-27 10:37 AM

Memorial Day 201
(revised)

Are we really any safer now
After all these years of sadness?
With another thousand killed at war
In the Afghanistan madness.

It’s just another dirty business
Of arms makers, politicians
Where the people pay and die
And companies make those billions.

They don’t care about lives, lost
And they tell us, we must fight
To keep the war over there
Out of mind, and out of sight.

“We must fight them over there.”
“So, we don’t have to fight them here!”
They say, “Freedom is threatened!”
And, keep war, fueled with, that fear.

“Diplomacy won’t work with them!”
But, do we really do, all we can?
Do we really give peace a chance?
Is going to war, the original plan?

The military/industrial complex
Has no interest in peacetime
Ships and planes, bombs and bullets
Make for, a better, bottom line.

Pain and suffering doesn’t matter
Our dead, are just part of the cost
Sometimes, it seems, they don’t care
Whether a war is won or lost.

We go to those other Countries
And tell them, “We know the way!”
“We know, what’s best for you!
“We can show you, freedom’s way!”

They don’t want us in their lands
And all we do is breed more hate
Turn more people into enemies
Who once thought, the US was great.

Usually though, it’s about, “things”
Land, or some natural resource
Greed and power also play a part
But the big one, is oil, of course.

The price is always paid by folks
Who never, benefit at all
Scarred for life, wounded, killed
When they answer, a nation’s call.

We must always Honor them
Those, who go into, harm’s way
Thank them for their sacrifice
And the ultimate price, they pay.

The last just war we were involved in
Was during, World War Two
The World, was really threatened
And we did, what we had to do.

While we must fight the terrorists
Is invading others the right course?
We can’t police/control the World
With all, this military force.

Mankind thinks he’s the pinnacle
Of all, the Earthly creations
But actually, we are a scourge
Of Human’s, warring nations.

We claim that we are the wisest
Of all the other forms of life
As we plunder, pillage, kill
Cause, most of our World’s strife.

While we hasten our destruction
And send our young off to die
Maybe, on this Memorial Day
We should all, ask the question, “Why?”

Del “Abe” Jones
05.23.2010
Here’s a great song written by a Soldier in Afghanistan. http://shock.military.com/Shock/videos.do;jsessionid=5F6C72B  89E112D57DEDBEDE29BFD1E7E?displayContent=213461&page=4

Past MD writings >

A National Moment of Remembrance
On Memorial Day

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 near 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.

Del “Abe” Jones
4-25-2005

Many places and people lay claim to being first to celebrate our Memorial Day but it is a time for all Americans to come together to Honor our War Heroes from all Wars.A three day weekend when we should all pause a momentand remember them as decreed by President Clinton in the year 2000.http://www.usmemorialday.org/speeches/president/may0200.txt
I have “stolen” some partial lines from the famous poem “In Flanders Fields” written by Canadian John McCrae in 1915.
Info about McCrae and poem at http://www.english.emory.edu/LostPoets/McCrae.html  and/or http://www.edu.pe.ca/vrcs/remembrance2000/flanders.html
Visit http://www.inflandersfields.be/default2.htm  for Flanders Fields Museum

Section Sixty
The Saddest Acre In America

Men and Women buried here
Who gave their all for you and me
In Iraq and Afghanistan
So that, others, might be Free.

Row after row of headstones
Where friends and families grieve
They pay respects and say a prayer
There's some, don't want to leave.

Some will place a memento
For their Hero, ‘neath the ground
And far too often, during the day
Hearing "Taps", a mournful sound.

The white stones bear their Name
Rank and Branch and conflict Served
The dates of Birth and Death
And the Citations, they deserved.

Maybe, a symbol for their Faith
Something, etched above their name
But no matter what, their beliefs
They're all treated just the same.

Once, Comrades in Battle
And now, resting neath that stone
Forever with, those other Heroes
So, they will never be alone.

Section Sixty, just a small part
Of this sacred, hallowed ground
But, each plot a special place
Where, a Hero may be found.

They all are in good company
Two hundred sixty thousand souls
Buried here at Arlington
Some young, with unfulfilled life goals.

All Served our Country selflessly
And they all deserve our praise
We should, remember them and thank them
Not just, only on, these holidays.

Del "Abe" Jones
05.23.2009

MEMORIAL DAY

A time for picnics, time off work ‑
Vacations and the "Indy" ‑
A holiday, too often times
We forget what, it should be.

A time to pay respect to those
Who rallied to the battle cry ‑
Who gave their lives for liberty ‑
Those freedoms for you and I.

Such a waste of brave young souls ‑
Some still struggling through their youth
Who faced and fell willingly
Before wartimes' awful truth.

So as we share this holiday
With our friends or family ‑
Take a moment to give thanks to
Those who died so we'd stay free.

Let us strive for world peace ‑
For the end of greed and hate ‑
For next time, after "the war"
It just may be too damned late.

Del "Abe" Jones

Freedoms' Memorial

This day is set aside
to honor those
who took the chance to die.

But they have died in vain
if we ever forget
the reason why.

Freedom can be like time
slipping away
before we even know.

But we all have the choice
more, a duty
to battle freedoms' foe.

Let us give thanks this day
to all those brave
who paid the highest cost.

Not take it for granted
and realize
it easily could be lost.

Del "Abe" Jones

Memorial Day

We've Troops around the World
Who put, their Life on the line
And sometimes give their All
For, Freedoms of yours and mine.

But now, it seems much different
We ask them, in another’s name
To Protect their Freedoms, too
And Sacrifice, like it’s the same.

But, you can’t give Freedom away
It’s something, you must embrace
And it may not always work
In, each and every time and place.

We can’t change centuries of life
And ask our Troops to lead the way
To place their lives in jeopardy
Just because, the Politicians say.

But now, that we are in this mess
It must be seen through to the end
And a Prayer said, for those who die
Amongst those brave souls, we send.

It’s so sad at this year’s Tribute
We must add, all those Names we do
With the hope, that someday
All these Wars will be through.

Del "Abe" Jones

Another Memorial Day

Taps play mournfully o’er the grave
Loved ones bow their heads and weep
The Flag folded, casket lowered down
And the Hero, laid to endless sleep.

This scene played out too many times
With all the sadness and the pain
As War torn hearts ache with the loss
It happens, time and time again.

All people should attend a Service
To see the Honor Guard in dress attire
To hear the bugler play that sad tune
And to be startled, when the rifles fire.

A small tribute to those who gave all
The true Patriots of our great Land
To face the horrors of the battlefield
Where sometimes, Freedom makes its stand.

War seems to be the only way, we humans
Know, to change what we don’t like
It seems; peaceful times are short lived
Before there’s another military strike.

The military/industrial complex wins
No matter, if war is won or lost
And the New World Order thirst for power
Uncaring, what their selfish goals may cost.

Maybe one day, we can live together
And learn to respect those different ways
Before we destroy ourselves and Earth
And end the terrible price the Soldier pays.

But until that day finally comes, if ever
And our Brave, no longer have to die
We must Honor their ultimate sacrifice
Even as we wait and ponder, "Why?"

And instead of just a day off work
To enjoy the pleasures of our Country
Just remember what this day is for
To Honor those who gave all, for you and me.

Del "Abe" Jones

Del "Abe" Jones
Mankind's greatest accomplishment is not the revolution of technology, it is the evolution of creativity. copyright 1984

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