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POW/MIA Remembrance Day is Friday (A compilation)
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POW/MIA Remembrance Day is Friday (A compilation) |
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Abe Senior Member
since 2003-05-28
Posts 694Looks like Vero Beach, FL until the end! 
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POW/MIA (Etched on Ellis County Veterans 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. ©Copyright 05 September 2004 by Del "Abe" Jones "The National Alliance of Families" http://www.nationalalliance.org/home1.htm POW/MIA RECOGNITION DAY (The third Friday of September) As time goes on, remains are found And another finds his way back home After years spent lost on foreign shores Feeling forgotten and left all alone. But they will never be forgotten By the Country they went off to serve We will search until all are returned To loved ones, the least they all deserve. There are new ways to identify DNA can tell, just who they may be Those lost in those past conflicts A Hero home, their final destiny. War is so terrible and horrific Worse for the POW and the MIA All of those unaccounted for Compounds the price they chose to pay. Each year, we should all remember Those we lost in the fog of War Better yet, take a moment every day While we appreciate what they fought for. POW/MIA Recognition Day Dedicated to honor their memory For the time or the life they gave To keep this, "The Land of the Free". 09.13.2007 POW/MIA Remembrance Day (Third Friday of September) Thousands are still missing From those Wars of the past Slowly, some are coming home To grieving Families, at last. Some found in unmarked graves On foreign lands across the sea With the science of DNA To reveal, their true identity. JPAC was formed to find them Around fourteen hundred, to date And for loved ones seeking closure It surely, never is, too late. They think, forty thousand left They might be able to recover As they follow leads and tips From, one country to another. Some remains, may be lost forever Like those Heroes, resting in the Deep But, to bring those others home Is a solemn promise, we must keep. It’s a very noble thing they do As, they go, and search, and find Those, who died for our Country For, we must, leave no one behind. Every year we have a special day To, remember those still lost To, renew that promise to them No matter what, it may cost. 09.18.2008 POW/MIA Missing Man Ceremony There’s a table in the front Raised so that it draws attention Reserved for all those missing Still not found or in detention. Set for six of those missing One each, for branches Serving One place for lost Civilians Whom, are felt just as deserving. The table is shaped in the round For the everlasting concern As all of us, hope and pray Someday they all, will return. The tablecloth is bright white To symbolize the purity Of those, answering the call Of their Country, doing their Duty. The single rose, in a vase For the lifeblood of those lost And for those awaiting answers A sad part of Wartime’s cost. The vase, tied with red ribbon A symbol of determination To account for those still missing In the Service of our Nation. A slice of lemon on the bread plate For missing/captured in a foreign land The bitter fate of some Heroes Who chose to make a valiant stand. A pinch of salt for all those tears Shed, by missing and their Families Seeking answers to their questions From all those faraway countries. The Bible represents the strength Gained through Faith, to sustain Those missing on foreign shores Where, far too many, still remain! Each of their glasses are inverted Because, they can’t share the toast That, one day we can account for them What we want, first and foremost. The candle is a light of Hope To illuminate the way back home To the loved ones who are waiting Across the sea to Homeland’s loam. The chair just sits there empty A place saved for just the one Who has yet, to come home And one each, for their brethren. An Honor Guard places covers On each empty dinner plate For the Services and Civilian Who have met, this terrible fate. “Taps” is played, and “Some Gave All” With a spotlight on their table With a toast, for their accounting, sworn For, as long as we all are able. This solemn Honors Ceremony Symbolizes they are here with us Hoping someday, they will be back This wish, the most, in God we trust. This can be done for six or one For, the meaning is the same That all, will be returned one day This, we pray, in Heaven’s Name. 07.19.2008 Abe, I sent your poem paying tribute to POW/Missing vets to a friend in Iraq who serves over there as a contractor doing work for the Iraqis...he's a retired Army Lieutenant Colonel...he sent back a reply that the mess hall where he eats regularly has such a table set up for Missing/POW for all to see who come in there...he thought it ironic to receive that poem. So, i replied back to him, "why don't you see what you can do to have the poem displayed on the table"...well, he replied back with the email that i am forwarding to you...i thought you'd want to know that your poem is getting displayed in the war zone. Keep up the good work, Herb Herb I verified that the poem sits directly across from the reserved chair. Adjacent to the rose. Our table has only one chair and is leaned against the table as if to reserve the seat. Best Regards Bill 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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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
A wonderful tribute!!! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing...James |
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