Memorial Day 2019

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  • blackhawknj
    Senior Member
    • Aug 2011
    • 3754

    #1

    Memorial Day 2019

    Memorial Day is upon us again, and for most of my 69 years on this planet young Americans who raised their right hands and promised to "support and defend" have gone in Harm's Way-and paid the price.
    My family has been little touched by the wars of the United States, few served and AFAIK only two lost.
    The real meaning of Memorial is best captured by Charles Johnson Post, author of The Little War of Private Post , his account of his experiences in the 71st New York in the Cuban Campaign of 1898. A rather minor affair compared to the Civil War and the bloodlettings of the 20th Century but as Post reminds us:
    "Whether a man falls with 20,000 others in some grand battle or all by himself on a lonely outpost, he is a 100% casualty to himself. What more is there to give ?"
    Last edited by blackhawknj; 05-25-2019, 12:27.
  • M1Tommy
    Very Senior Member - OFC
    • Aug 2009
    • 1027

    #2
    Very true.

    THis photo, from our visit to my grandfather's grave site, last year. It is in Margraten, Netherlands, and lovingly attended by literally thousands of local folks.
    Tommy
    Pam Carola and Tommy at Clyde House grave in Margraten 17MAY18.jpg

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    • Vern Humphrey
      Administrator - OFC
      • Aug 2009
      • 15875

      #3
      I try to post this somewhere on each Memorial Day. I wrote it in honor of a friend of mine, killed at Cam Lo Mountain. You may have seen it here before.

      Fifteen Yards

      The jungle's green, the scars are healed
      Where John O'Reilly lay
      Alone upon a stricken field
      We were sixteen miles away

      For half an hour his line held firm
      Then bowed and began to sway
      But Alpha Company's coming hard
      Only seven miles away

      To give them time to form again
      He alone held all at bay
      But he never reached the second line
      We were just a mile away

      Half unconscious, half awake
      Between the lines he lay
      We scrambled up the steep hillside
      Just a quarter mile away

      His hand opened, closed, relaxed again
      As his spirit passed away
      I saw him go from where I crouched
      Just fifteen yards away

      His son is grown, I met him once
      But I could never say,
      "I watched your father as he died
      From fifteen yards away."

      The day will come when I will pay
      The debt we all must pay
      May John O'Reilly watch for me
      From fifteen yards away.

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      • m1ashooter
        Senior Member
        • May 2011
        • 3220

        #4
        Wonderful poem.
        To Error Is Human To Forgive Is Not SAC Policy

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        • PWC
          Senior Member
          • Aug 2009
          • 1366

          #5
          When you are enjoying brats and beer, remember absent camrades.

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          • M1Tommy
            Very Senior Member - OFC
            • Aug 2009
            • 1027

            #6
            Mr. Humphrey, You honor your friend's memory.
            Tommy

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            • S.A. Boggs
              Senior Member
              • Aug 2009
              • 8568

              #7
              An empty glass...
              Sam

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