Once again,Memorial Day is here,a day to Honor and remember the
thousands who fell so you can enjoy the freedom of everyday life,and
live it in your own way.
Your freedom came from someone in the desert sand, mangled and
torn by the anti-personal mine they had just stepped on, someone laying
in the putrid water of a rice paddy watching the blood flow from his
chest, and felt life leaving him not knowing where the snipers bullet
had come from. A ground to air missile sends a burning jet and its
pilot to the frozen ground below. Early one morning, a bomb sinks a
ship to the bottom of a harbor, trapped in the torn metal someone
drowns.
The battle goes on for some years after the last round is fired.
Hundreds of Veterans die from chemicals sprayed over a jungle, some
take their own lives because of the horror their eyes have seen, and
their minds will not let them forget, others pass away in their sleep
locking away forever the memory of maybe if they had just been a little
braver would their friend still be alive.
On Memorial Day a small flag is placed on headstones all across
this country. All these headstones have a name, and below each name may
be letters like, MOH, DSC, SS, ACM, and PH. These letters tell a story
about the fallen, and the price they paid for the living. The letters
are for Valor awards, and Purple Hearts, from blood shed.
Please don't let Memorial Day just be another day off of work or
school, take a few minutes of your time and visit a cemetery, find a
stone with a little American flag, stop for awhile and just say thanks,
and maybe leave a rose.
It doesn't matter if you don't know the person there, he knew
you, and the price he had to pay for you to stand by his
stone-------and feel freedom.
We were called---and we went--
Poem Copyright Mac 173rd Abn Bde
Vietnam 68-69
A TRUE FRIEND
Horror gripped the heart of the soldier as he saw his lifelong
friend fall in
battle. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his
head, the soldier
asked his lieutenant if he might go out into the "No Man's Land"
between the trenches to
bring his fallen comrade back."You can go," said the lieutenant, "but I
don't think it will
be worth it. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your own
life away." The
lieutenant's words didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway.
Miraculously he managed
to reach his friend, hoist him onto his shoulder, and bring him back to
their company's
trench. As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the
trench, the officer
checked the wounded soldier, then looked kindly at his friend. "I told
you it wouldn't be
worth it," he said."Your friend is dead, and you are mortally wounded."
"It was worth it,
though, Sir," the soldier said."How do you mean, 'worth it?'" responded
the Lieutenant.
"Your friend is dead!" "Yes, Sir," the private answered. "But it was
worth it because when
I got to him, he was still alive, and I had the satisfaction of hearing
him say, 'Jim, I knew
you'd come.'"