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When at your barbecue this weekend,

Thank you to all the servicemen and women, past and present, who have served this country with distinction and honor, and let us remember those who have lost their lives in defending our country. May those who are currently serving overseas come home to their loved ones as soon as possible. Happy Memorial Day to all my friends here on Fauna. I hope you have a wonderful, and safe weekend with your families:)
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Poems by Kelly Strong

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FREEDOM IS NOT FREE

I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze
A young Marine saluted it, and then
He stood at ease.

I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.

I thought, how many men like him
Had fallen through the years?
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?

How many Pilots' planes shot down?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, Freedom is not free.

I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still.
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.

I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen"
When a flag had draped a coffin
of a brother or a friend.

I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard
at the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, Freedom isn't free!!

Copyright 1981 by Kelly Strong

"THE WALL"

The nite was cold, I was ten years old
When the Chaplain made his call.
The news was bad, my mother was sad
When she heard of my fathers fall.

An ambush he said, they all were dead
The words were shocking and cold.
Eight other men died, eight other wives cried
For young men who would never grow old.

The years quickly passed, they seemed so fast
With no father to show me the way.
Yet I knew from the start, deep down in my heart
We'd be together, forever, one day.

Through the laughter and tears, the months and the years
I kept hearing "it's" far-away call.
The day was cold I was thirty years old
When my eyes first set sight on the WALL.

It seemed ancient yet knew, as if somehow on cue
When I saw it the Earth became still
And my memory once gray, became focused that day
Of a man who now suddenly seemed real.

No more tears filled my eyes, no more lifetime of "whys"
All the answers I'd found in this place.
With the touch of his name gone was sorrow and pain
And bad memories were quickly erased.

As I stared into the black, my father stared back
And he smiled and my heart filled with joy
I said: "welcome home, dad, what a journey you've had."
He said: "It's sure great to be home, my boy!"

copyright 1995 by Kelly Strong
 

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Memorial Day Poem

We walked among the crosses
Where our fallen soldiers lay.
And listened to the bugle
As taps began to play.

The Chaplin led a prayer
We stood with heads bowed low.
And I thought of fallen comrades
I had known so long ago.

They came from every city
Across this fertile land.
That we might live in freedom.
They lie here 'neath the sand.

I felt a little guilty
My sacrifice was small.
I only lost a little time
But these men lost their all.

Now the services are over
For this Memorial Day.
To the names upon these crosses
I just want to say,

Thanks for what you've given
No one could ask for more.
May you rest with God in heaven
From now through evermore.

Author Unknown


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THE VETERANS AT THE WALL
Douglas P. Hastings SGM, USA, (Ret)
August 20, 2002

How long I stood I do not know, just outside the line of trees.
I listened as the autumn wind, blew gently through the leaves.
Somewhere I felt a yearning to get closer to the stone,
But I stood in place afraid to move, I could not go there alone.

I walked over to a statue, honoring women of the corps.
I knew that they had volunteered, and could not have given more.
They served beside the fighting man, with steadfast dedication.
Many paid the price of life, and brought honor to this nation.

My thoughts were interrupted, when I heard an old friend call,
And I knew that I could not resist getting closer to that wall.
I looked down to see a wrinkled hand, as it gently touched my arm,
And a man said “Walk with me my friend for that wall can do no harm”.

As we walked along he called out names I am sure he thought I knew,
And I saw he wore a uniform of faded Air Force Blue.
He talked of battles won and lost, of heroic deeds unknown.
He told me not to fear that wall, for I was not alone.

He talked about the medals won, as they fought for what was right,
And his bearing was beyond compare, standing tall in Navy white.
He told me of their sacrifice, and I was moved by every story-
la Drang, An Khe, Dak To, Khe San, how each man had fought with glory,

Then I stopped in awesome wonder, at this solid marble scene,
And I turned and there beside me stood a battle worn Marine.
He gently nudged me forward, and he pointed to the wall,
He said, “Your friends are waiting here, and they will answer if you call.

As I stopped to read I gasped in shock, and I said this cannot be,
For the man who walked me to this wall, was there staring back at me.
I blinked and whispered to my self, this has to be a dream,
Saluting proudly with a smile, stood a soldier in Army green.

I turned and saw a family, then a father and his son.
I looked all around but he was not there, they were the only ones.
So I asked if they would help me find this kind old veteran-
He walked down this path beside me-help me find him if you can.

They looked at me in wonder, and then the family walked away.
The father smiled and then he said, “Sir, I’m not sure what to say,
For we saw you walk up to this wall, and I swear that this is true,
You came to this place alone my friend-there was no one but you.”

I turned back to hear that soldier speak, and I heard him softly say,
“My friends and I-we thank you sir, for coming here today,
Tell the folks we're here with God, and we are not alone,
We guard the gates of heaven now, for we have all come home,”

So I raised my hand in proud salute, and I turned and walked away,
And if I should live forever, I shall not forget that day,
Or a solemn black memorial, on the far end of the mall,
And the day that I was welcomed home, by the Veterans at the Wall.


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Prayer Wheel for our Armed Forces

For those in the Armed Forces of our Country

Almighty God, we commend to your gracious care and
keeping all the men and women of our armed forces at home
and abroad.

Defend them day by day with your heavenly
grace; strengthen them in their trials and temptations; give
them courage to face the perils which beset them; and grant
them a sense of your abiding presence wherever they may be;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Amen


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Yes, indeed...


For those in the Armed Forces of our Country

Almighty God,
we commend to Your gracious care and keeping
all the men and women of our armed forces
at home and abroad.

Defend them day by day with your Heavenly Grace;
strengthen them in their trials and temptations;
give them courage to face the perils which beset them;
and grant them a sense of Your abiding presence wherever they may be;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Amen


More Than A Name On A Wall


I saw her from a distance
As she walked up to the wall
in her hand she held some flowers
as her tears began to fall
and she took out pen and paper
as to trace her memories
and she looked up to heaven
and the words she said were these...

She said Lord my boy was special,
and he meant so much to me
and Oh I'd love to see him
just one more time you see
All I have are the memories
and the moments to recall
So Lord could you tell him,
He's more than a name on a wall..

She said he really missed the family
and being home on Christmas day
and he died for God and Country
in a place so far away

I remember just a little boy
playing war since he was three
But Lord this time I know,
He's not coming home to me

And she said Lord my boy was special,
and he meant so much to me
and Oh I'd love to see him
But I know it just can't be
So I thank you for my memories
and the moments to recall
But Lord could you tell him,
He's more than a name on a wall..

Lord could you tell him,
He's more than a name on a wall.
 
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