Thank you

[airhead]

To those that served and those that are serving.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

- Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)

 

[nosirrahkcaz]

just wanted to take the chance to say thanks to all that serve or have in the past

Semper Fi

 

[evil tendencies]

Gratitude and honor to all who stand in harms way for us.

 

[demonherald]

past and present , serving , served and lost ....

 

[waghorn41]

Remembered always by this old ex-serviceman

They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old
Age shall not weary them
Nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning
We will remember them

 

[wiccanpony]

We Thank "Those" Past, Present and Future who "gave" to make this a Free Nation:flag::flag::flag::flag::flag::flag::flag:



Also our Brothers-in-arms, who stood by us too

 

[Torn blue sky]

This is a poem by an unknown author that strikes a chord with me;

"The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

'Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you ?
Have you always turned the other cheek ?
To My Church have you been true?'

The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
'No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear..
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

'Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.'

~Author Unknown~

Utmost respect to all members of the forces, past, present and future who constantly strive to do their duties in the harshest of enviroments.
Never forgotten, always remembered, always in our thoughts.