Memorial Day

[sarettah]

Find The Cost Of Freedom
Buried in the ground.

Mother Earth will swallow you

Lay your body down


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For those who served before us...
Those who served with us....
Those that served after us....

We who have served and we who have not

Salute you.......

[Inabon]

RESPECT FOR ALL OF THEM!!!!!

[Bestat]

Amen

[Dravyk]

This is more for the living, but as we
remember those who have gone before us ...

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

[Electra]

One of my neighbors sons was just killed in Iraq, they are totally devastated. His young wife just had a baby boy that he will never see and who will never see his father.

Although I understand that war is sometimes necessary I am sick with anger at a President who would put our young men and women in harms way without a good or just cause. I hope he chokes on his barbecue this Memorial Day weekend.

[Nickatilynx]

Originally posted by Electra@May 29 2005, 07:41 AM
One of my neighbors sons was just killed in Iraq, they are totally devastated. His young wife just had a baby boy that he will never see and who will never see his father.

Although I understand that war is sometimes necessary I am sick with anger at a President who would put our young men and women in harms way without a good or just cause. I hope he chokes on his barbecue this Memorial Day weekend.
I agree. :(

The sooner the world becomes less shackled by country concerns and more looking at the world globally the better.

I hate to say it , but the admiration for a soldier serving his country is antiquated.

It is not far off falling for the scam of religion.

[Electra]

Originally posted by Nickatilynx+May 29 2005, 07:48 AM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>QUOTE (Nickatilynx @ May 29 2005, 07:48 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'> <!--QuoteBegin-Electra@May 29 2005, 07:41 AM
One of my neighbors sons was just killed in Iraq, they are totally devastated. His young wife just had a baby boy that he will never see and who will never see his father.

Although I understand that war is sometimes necessary I am sick with anger at a President who would put our young men and women in harms way without a good or just cause. I hope he chokes on his barbecue this Memorial Day weekend.
I agree. :(

The sooner the world becomes less shackled by country concerns and more looking at the world globally the better.

I hate to say it , but the admiration for a soldier serving his country is antiquated.

It is not far off falling for the scam of religion. [/b][/quote]
I have admiration for soldiers serving their country. I just think their lives shouldn't be thrown away so cheaply by a Commander in Chief just to fulfill his own agenda..whatever that might be.

I agree with you about religion. I never could understand how people can let ordinary men who are given some religious title tell them how to run their lives and what they can and cannot do. I suppose people must need that in their lives, I don't know. Its just all screwed up.

[PornoDoggy]

I went to the little country cemetery where my maternal grandfather is buried yesterday. He was in the Army during the first World War. He comes from a family of 11 children who lived through childhood; one of his brothers died in France.

He has three nephews who died in World War II buried there, along with another who died in Korea. One of the cousins I looked up to the most when I was a little kid is also there - he ran into some unpleasantness at a lunar New Year's Party he didn't know he'd been invited to after getting greetings and salutations from the President of the United States his own self.

There are veteran's graves in this little cemetery that date back to the Mexican War. There are just about an equal number of Grand Army of the Republic markers as there are Sons of the Confederacy. There are also veterans of Indian conflicts in "the West" - Tennessee and Illinois.

Two sections over from where most of the family is located is a fresh grave with dying flowers and fading flags - according to the little old guy who sold me the flags to mark the family graves - a local teacher, volunteer paramedic, and father of two.

The next time you hear some cocksucker admit out loud what we all know - that this is about oil, not freedom - knock his fucking teeth so far down his throat he can remove naval lint with his teeth.

If you run into someone who thinks we ought to be there but that he is too good to go - kick him hard enough in the nuts to ensure he doesn't reproduce.

The beat goes on.

[Electra]

Originally posted by PornoDoggy@May 29 2005, 09:45 AM
I went to the little country cemetery where my maternal grandfather is buried yesterday. He was in the Army during the first World War. He comes from a family of 11 children who lived through childhood; one of his brothers died in France.

He has three nephews who died in World War II buried there, along with another who died in Korea. One of the cousins I looked up to the most when I was a little kid is also there - he ran into some unpleasantness at a lunar New Year's Party he didn't know he'd been invited to after getting greetings and salutations from the President of the United States his own self.

There are veteran's graves in this little cemetery that date back to the Mexican War. There are just about an equal number of Grand Army of the Republic markers as there are Sons of the Confederacy. There are also veterans of Indian conflicts in "the West" - Tennessee and Illinois.

Two sections over from where most of the family is located is a fresh grave with dying flowers and fading flags - according to the little old guy who sold me the flags to mark the family graves - a local teacher, volunteer paramedic, and father of two.

The next time you hear some cocksucker admit out loud what we all know - that this is about oil, not freedom - knock his fucking teeth so far down his throat he can remove naval lint with his teeth.

If you run into someone who thinks we ought to be there but that he is too good to go - kick him hard enough in the nuts to ensure he doesn't reproduce.

The beat goes on.
I think women see war differently than men do. I guess its the maternal instinct.
Almost all the men in my family were either Royal Navy or in the Merchant Marine...with the exception of my brother who trained to be a paratrooper and then promptly broke his ankle in three places on his first jump and ended up in the Royal Navy anyway.

I remember visiting Arlington Cemetary on a trip to Washington, DC and looking out over rows and rows of white crosses thinking what a waste. At the Vietnam War Memorial I saw great hulking men holding their hands against the name on the wall of a friend or relative they had lost and just standing there sobbing. Hard not to be moved to tears just seeing those things.

I guess there are some wars we have to be in because it means our very survival, and some wars we choose to be in for whatever other reasons we are told we should be in them. I am glad I never had to fight in a war and I wish that nobody else had to fight and die in one either.

[PornoDoggy]

War was sensless and stupid when Uggh discovered that he had a tactical advantage when he sharpened a rock, tied it to a stick, and threw it at Yerggg, thereby acquiring a warmer, dryer cave. It is no less so today.

My own personal observence of Memorial Day honors the men and women who served, and particlularly those who died in service. There is a difference between that and honoring war.

One of the constant themes I have heard over and over again from the bleating sheep of the right lately is that one cannot honor the troops and hate the war - as if there is some connection between the lying pigs who start wars and the "poor dumb bastards" that fight them.

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

[Nickatilynx]

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.


Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.


In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.


If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.


Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)


Wilfred Edward Salter Owen was born on March 18, 1893. He was on the Continent teaching until he visited a hospital for the wounded and then decided, in September, 1915, to return to England and enlist. "I came out in order to help these boys-- directly by leading them as well as an officer can; indirectly, by watching their sufferings that I may speak of them as well as a pleader can. I have done the first" (October, 1918).

Owen was injured in March 1917 and sent home; he was fit for duty in August, 1918, and returned to the front. November 4, just seven days before the Armistice, he was caught in a German machine gun attack and killed. He was twenty-five when he died.

The bells were ringing on November 11, 1918, in Shrewsbury to celebrate the Armistice when the doorbell rang at his parent's home, bringing them the telegram telling them their son was dead.


Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori

[Electra]

People do such horrible shit to each other in wars. It brings out the worst in us..sometimes the best in us. The primal instinct is always simmering just below the surface in all of us. Makes you wonder what life would be like if anything really happened like a nuclear war when we would all be struggling against one another for survival.

I would always support the men and women who have to go do the fighting..doesn't have anything to do with the war itself. How could you not support them? They are our fathers, brothers, husbands, daughters, mothers, friends. Our quarrel is with the people who send them to war and whether they have made the right decisions for the right reasons.

Its funny how you always see these sci fi movies where the aliens come down and tell the world leaders they have to stop warring against one another or they, the aliens, will step in and destroy everybody. Its like we know we are going to destroy the world but can't stop ourselves and need some outside force to make us not kill everyone. LOL

[Nickatilynx]

Do not get me wrong here....

I protest the wars and the warmongers , not the warriors.

[Electra]

Originally posted by Nickatilynx@May 30 2005, 08:29 AM
Do not get me wrong here....

I protest the wars and the warmongers , not the warriors.
I didn't think otherwise.