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158th AVA
101st Air Borne
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4/77th FA
158th AVA
101st Air Borne
74-77
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Thank you Veterans!
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280PLUS
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Your Welcome!
Thanks to my fellow Vets as well.
MM3 USN 1975-1980
Snipe's Lament
Now each of us from time to time, has gazed upon the sea.
And watched the warships pulling out, to keep this country free.
And most of us have read a book, or heard a lusty tale.
About the men who sail these ships, through lightening, wind and hail.
But there's a place within each ship, that legend fails to reach. It's down below the waterline, it takes a living toil-
A hot metal living hell, that sailors call the "HOLE".
It houses engines run by steam, that make the shafts go 'round.
A place of fire and noise and heat, that beats your spirits down.
Where boilers like a hellish heart, with blood of angry steam
Are of molded gods without remorse, are nightmares in a dream.
Whose threat that from the first roar, is life living doubt,
That any minute would with scorn, escape and crush you out.
Where turbines scream like tortured souls, alone and lost in hell,
As ordered from above somewhere, they answer every bell.
The men who keep the fires lit, and make the engine run.
Are strangers to the world of night and rarely see the sun.
They have no time for man or God, no tolerance for fear,
Their aspect pays no living thing, the tribute of a tear.
For there's not much that men can do, that these men haven't done.
Beneath the decks, deep in the holes, to make the engines run.
And every hour of every day, they keep their watch in hell,
For if the fires ever fail, their ship's a useless shell.
When ships converge to have a war, upon an angry sea,
The men below just grimly smile, at what their fate might be.
They're locked in below like men fore doomed, who hear no battle cry,
It's well assumed that if they're hit, the men below will die.
For every day's a war down there when the gauges all read red,
Twelve hundred pounds of superheated steam, can kill you mighty dead.
So if you ever write their sons, or try to tell their tale,
the very words would make you hear, a fired furnace's wail.
These men of steel the Public never gets to know
So little's heard about the Place, that sailors call the hole.
But I can sing about the place, and try to make you see
The hardened life of men down there, cause one of them is me.
I've seen these sweat soaked heros fight, in superheated air.
To keep their ship alive and right, though no one knows they're there.
And thus they'll fight for ages on, til steamships sail no more,
Amid the boiler's mighty heat and turbines hellish roar.
So when you see a ship pull out to meet a warship foe.
Remember faintly, if you can, the men who sail below.
author unknown
Thanks to my fellow Vets as well.
MM3 USN 1975-1980
Snipe's Lament
Now each of us from time to time, has gazed upon the sea.
And watched the warships pulling out, to keep this country free.
And most of us have read a book, or heard a lusty tale.
About the men who sail these ships, through lightening, wind and hail.
But there's a place within each ship, that legend fails to reach. It's down below the waterline, it takes a living toil-
A hot metal living hell, that sailors call the "HOLE".
It houses engines run by steam, that make the shafts go 'round.
A place of fire and noise and heat, that beats your spirits down.
Where boilers like a hellish heart, with blood of angry steam
Are of molded gods without remorse, are nightmares in a dream.
Whose threat that from the first roar, is life living doubt,
That any minute would with scorn, escape and crush you out.
Where turbines scream like tortured souls, alone and lost in hell,
As ordered from above somewhere, they answer every bell.
The men who keep the fires lit, and make the engine run.
Are strangers to the world of night and rarely see the sun.
They have no time for man or God, no tolerance for fear,
Their aspect pays no living thing, the tribute of a tear.
For there's not much that men can do, that these men haven't done.
Beneath the decks, deep in the holes, to make the engines run.
And every hour of every day, they keep their watch in hell,
For if the fires ever fail, their ship's a useless shell.
When ships converge to have a war, upon an angry sea,
The men below just grimly smile, at what their fate might be.
They're locked in below like men fore doomed, who hear no battle cry,
It's well assumed that if they're hit, the men below will die.
For every day's a war down there when the gauges all read red,
Twelve hundred pounds of superheated steam, can kill you mighty dead.
So if you ever write their sons, or try to tell their tale,
the very words would make you hear, a fired furnace's wail.
These men of steel the Public never gets to know
So little's heard about the Place, that sailors call the hole.
But I can sing about the place, and try to make you see
The hardened life of men down there, cause one of them is me.
I've seen these sweat soaked heros fight, in superheated air.
To keep their ship alive and right, though no one knows they're there.
And thus they'll fight for ages on, til steamships sail no more,
Amid the boiler's mighty heat and turbines hellish roar.
So when you see a ship pull out to meet a warship foe.
Remember faintly, if you can, the men who sail below.
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thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou
Yes yes yes!
Thanks and praises to all of you who are serving or have served (and thanks to KriegHund for starting this thread so we all rembmber to express our gratitude).
It is unthinkable how we would live without all of the amazing Warriors and Heros willing to sacrifice their lives for our freedom.
Each decision that I get to make every day - about where I live, what I do for a living, what car I drive, whether to keep my job or start a business, what to eat, whether to have kids, whether and who to marry, how to spend my money, how to dress, my faith, what language I speak, my education, my health care - all those choices, large and small - all those things that make me FREE - I have those freedoms because of -your- service to America.
How can I (we? America?) ever repay you or even grasp the sacrifice? Each of you individually and all of you collectively are my (our) Heros.
Freedom is so precious and so sweet. We should thank you every day and not just once a year.
May God bless you and keep you safe.
Yes yes yes!
Thanks and praises to all of you who are serving or have served (and thanks to KriegHund for starting this thread so we all rembmber to express our gratitude).
It is unthinkable how we would live without all of the amazing Warriors and Heros willing to sacrifice their lives for our freedom.
Each decision that I get to make every day - about where I live, what I do for a living, what car I drive, whether to keep my job or start a business, what to eat, whether to have kids, whether and who to marry, how to spend my money, how to dress, my faith, what language I speak, my education, my health care - all those choices, large and small - all those things that make me FREE - I have those freedoms because of -your- service to America.
How can I (we? America?) ever repay you or even grasp the sacrifice? Each of you individually and all of you collectively are my (our) Heros.
Freedom is so precious and so sweet. We should thank you every day and not just once a year.
May God bless you and keep you safe.
ID_shooting
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To those that express thier thanks, you are very welcome!
To my fellow vets, SALUTE!
Spc Griffiths
US Army 87-96
To my fellow vets, SALUTE!
Spc Griffiths
US Army 87-96
beaucoup ammo
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From The Bottom Of My Heart
Thank you one and all. God bless you and keep you. My son has been in the Gulf for two (2) years and is holding up.
Visited Brooke Army Medical Center this morning and paid my respects (along with 12 other men from the neighborhood in N.E. San Antonio) to some young troops (amputees for the most part) on the mend at BAMC.
They run around high on pain killers proudly showing off their "stumps"..and then you meet one who's reality has kicked in and spend extra time with him.
Man, oh man..thank you all.
Take Care
Thank you one and all. God bless you and keep you. My son has been in the Gulf for two (2) years and is holding up.
Visited Brooke Army Medical Center this morning and paid my respects (along with 12 other men from the neighborhood in N.E. San Antonio) to some young troops (amputees for the most part) on the mend at BAMC.
They run around high on pain killers proudly showing off their "stumps"..and then you meet one who's reality has kicked in and spend extra time with him.
Man, oh man..thank you all.
Take Care
Thank you, veterans.
My 14-year-old son Jeremy is on the color guard in the Civil Air Patrol. This past week he missed a lot of school, as he and his friends presented the colors for Veterans Day assemblies at many of the local schools. The color guard uses battle rifles with firing pins removed, and brings the unit's own flags to whatever ceremonies they attend.
In case you have grown as pessimistic about the shape of patriotism in our country as I often have, and about our schools in particular ... I want to tell you about the Veterans Day assembly they presented the colors at yesterday in a tiny public school in SW WA.
After the colors were presented, everyone -- some 100 school children from K-8th grade, plus another 100+ members of the community -- stood and recited the pledge, led by a current member of the armed forces who was also the father of a couple of the kids.
The school band played several songs, and it was really a good band, too. It looked as though it was made up of mostly elementary & middle school students, with a few grownup community members filling in where needed.
A career Naval veteran, now retired, did a presentation about MIAs/POWs that was very moving. I don't think I was the only one dripping tears.
The band played again, this time including the medley of service songs so that each veteran who was present (about two dozen of them) stood as the theme for their service was played.
The principal then got up and said, "Would each of the veterans present please stand? Children, I'd like each of you to take a good look at these men and women. These folks are why we are here today. You've all been learning about veterans in your classes. These folks made many sacrifices so that the rest of us could stay free, and we honor them today for it. After this assembly, I want to know that every single one of you kids said 'Thank you' to one of these veterans before you leave. Everyone got one person in mind to thank after the assembly? Good." Then he had the veterans sit down.
The entire elementary school (grades K-5) then got up and sang a couple of very upbeat & entertaining songs. The weird thing was, they were on key, they were loud enough, and they were enthusiastic. Someone who knew what he was doing & who loved both kids & music had obviously worked hard on this with them! This was no token, half-hearted gesture; it was done by someone who meant to do it right.
The assembly ended after five or six little girls handed out flowers to each veteran there, or to the widow or family members there to represent them, as someone else read out their names & years of service. Again, I don't think I was the only one dripping tears (and I hope I was not the only one to notice the fragile older lady who was holding three flowers -- one for her deceased WWII veteran husband, one for a deceased son, and one for a grandson who was currently serving.)
That was it. Total time an hour. I was only there because it was too far back to town to justify just dropping my son and leaving, so I stayed to watch.
I'm glad I did.
pax
My 14-year-old son Jeremy is on the color guard in the Civil Air Patrol. This past week he missed a lot of school, as he and his friends presented the colors for Veterans Day assemblies at many of the local schools. The color guard uses battle rifles with firing pins removed, and brings the unit's own flags to whatever ceremonies they attend.
In case you have grown as pessimistic about the shape of patriotism in our country as I often have, and about our schools in particular ... I want to tell you about the Veterans Day assembly they presented the colors at yesterday in a tiny public school in SW WA.
After the colors were presented, everyone -- some 100 school children from K-8th grade, plus another 100+ members of the community -- stood and recited the pledge, led by a current member of the armed forces who was also the father of a couple of the kids.
The school band played several songs, and it was really a good band, too. It looked as though it was made up of mostly elementary & middle school students, with a few grownup community members filling in where needed.
A career Naval veteran, now retired, did a presentation about MIAs/POWs that was very moving. I don't think I was the only one dripping tears.
The band played again, this time including the medley of service songs so that each veteran who was present (about two dozen of them) stood as the theme for their service was played.
The principal then got up and said, "Would each of the veterans present please stand? Children, I'd like each of you to take a good look at these men and women. These folks are why we are here today. You've all been learning about veterans in your classes. These folks made many sacrifices so that the rest of us could stay free, and we honor them today for it. After this assembly, I want to know that every single one of you kids said 'Thank you' to one of these veterans before you leave. Everyone got one person in mind to thank after the assembly? Good." Then he had the veterans sit down.
The entire elementary school (grades K-5) then got up and sang a couple of very upbeat & entertaining songs. The weird thing was, they were on key, they were loud enough, and they were enthusiastic. Someone who knew what he was doing & who loved both kids & music had obviously worked hard on this with them! This was no token, half-hearted gesture; it was done by someone who meant to do it right.
The assembly ended after five or six little girls handed out flowers to each veteran there, or to the widow or family members there to represent them, as someone else read out their names & years of service. Again, I don't think I was the only one dripping tears (and I hope I was not the only one to notice the fragile older lady who was holding three flowers -- one for her deceased WWII veteran husband, one for a deceased son, and one for a grandson who was currently serving.)
That was it. Total time an hour. I was only there because it was too far back to town to justify just dropping my son and leaving, so I stayed to watch.
I'm glad I did.
pax
Rupestris
Member
Thanked one in person on Wednesday.
I had returned from a business trip and borded the shuttle bus to the parking lot at Metro Airport. I was the only one on the bus 'til an elderly man got on at the next pick-up. He sat across from me and I noticed his leather bomber jacket and Tuskeegee Airmen hat.
On his jacket were the typical patches but the one that caught my attention was a round patch that read "Stalag Luft III". around the edge it read Ex-Prisoner of War.
I asked how he was doing. He gave a short response and said he was on his way back from a speaking engagement on the west coast. I introduecd myself and his reply was simple. "Jefferson".
I extended a hand thanked him for his service and let him know that I appreciated all he had done.
We both sat quietly for the rest of the ride. There is no real way to express gratitude to someone like that.
I had returned from a business trip and borded the shuttle bus to the parking lot at Metro Airport. I was the only one on the bus 'til an elderly man got on at the next pick-up. He sat across from me and I noticed his leather bomber jacket and Tuskeegee Airmen hat.
On his jacket were the typical patches but the one that caught my attention was a round patch that read "Stalag Luft III". around the edge it read Ex-Prisoner of War.
I asked how he was doing. He gave a short response and said he was on his way back from a speaking engagement on the west coast. I introduecd myself and his reply was simple. "Jefferson".
I extended a hand thanked him for his service and let him know that I appreciated all he had done.
We both sat quietly for the rest of the ride. There is no real way to express gratitude to someone like that.
Johnny_Yuma
Member
Thank you Vets and Current Service Military!
I celebrated the entire week of Veteran's Day. Here's the breakdown:
Sunday: Went to worship at the church of my choice.
Monday: Wrote e-mails to my state representatives.
Tuesday: Voted!
Wednesday: Criticized some of the President's policies in an open Internet forum.
Thursday: Wrote e-mails to my Representative and Senators voicing my opinion on the Pentagon spending $22,000 for mini-refrigirators.
Friday: Went to the range. Stopped at Gander Mountain and adopted a new shotgun.
Thank you Veterans and current service military members for guaranteeing each of those rights I exercised this week. God bless each of you.
Johnny
I celebrated the entire week of Veteran's Day. Here's the breakdown:
Sunday: Went to worship at the church of my choice.
Monday: Wrote e-mails to my state representatives.
Tuesday: Voted!
Wednesday: Criticized some of the President's policies in an open Internet forum.
Thursday: Wrote e-mails to my Representative and Senators voicing my opinion on the Pentagon spending $22,000 for mini-refrigirators.
Friday: Went to the range. Stopped at Gander Mountain and adopted a new shotgun.
Thank you Veterans and current service military members for guaranteeing each of those rights I exercised this week. God bless each of you.
Johnny
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