I thought this was associated with 9/11.
I would say yes, it has become that, not just also, but predominantly. But it was written in 1984, mostly on behalf of the farm crisis going on at the time, with most if not all small farms going bankrupt and/or selling out to the megafarms after generations of post-pioneer farming the same land. The first time I heard the song was in 1987, when watching then-World Champion acrobatic pilot Patty Wagstaff fly her new routine, trailing red white and blue smoke. It totally put tears in my eyes; was a very Reagan-era song.
Then, under Bush, we had the Gulf War, and casualties from that, and yellow ribbons, and such, and it was the main song played when honoring their service.
Then, after 9/11, it and "God Bless America" became sort of twin anthems.
And all along, it's been a staple of every NASCAR event I've been to or seen for almost 30 years now. So it's definitely showing staying power, and I expect they're teaching it in school choir right alongside "America the Beautiful" these days, which I applaud if they are.
My ex and I participated in the reading of the names several times whenever it came through Florida. It's an honor and very moving. He was the only survivor of his Blue Team at one point, and they're all on there. I saw the big one first in 1993, before I met him. I think it's the most meaningful memorial for me, along with Thomas Jefferson's.
You have my respect, reading the names must have been difficult for any sentient human being.
Today was my first visit to the wall. I am very glad I went.
When I first pulled into the parking lot it looked vacant, and I was upset, wondering why there weren't more cars wondering if I'd somehow missed it.
As I got closer the cars were as close as they could get cutting down on the walk, necessary for some. As I stayed for awhile I realized there was a pretty steady rotation of people paying their respects. Everyone there was courteous and I think humbled, I was.
What a powerful emotional experience.
Josie just gets out of the car and goes in the house if it comes on as I pull into the driveway.
Nothing to do with Nam or any other life experience. Just have to sing along. It's STUPID
YOU're SO Vain by Carly Simon
WTF ? Why that song ?
Doesn't seem right to toast all those who sacrificed so much with a can of diet Orand Crush.
So I will just sign off and say Thanks Fellas THANKS to those alive to read this.
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Joe has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Veteran died today.
He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Veteran died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young,
But the passing of a Veteran
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Someone who breaks his promise
And deceives his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?
The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.
While the ordinary Veteran,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.
It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever-waffling stand?
Or would you want a Veteran
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Veteran,
Who would fight until the end.
He was just a common Veteran,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his likes again.
For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Veteran's part,
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A VETERAN DIED TODAY."
I am a soldier, and my speech is rough and plain.
I'm not much used to writing, and I hate to give you pain,
But I promised I would do it, and he thought it might be so
If it came from one that loved him, perhaps it would ease the blow.
By this time, you must surely guess the truth I feign would hide,
And you'll pardon me for rough soldier words, while I tell you how he died.
It was in the maw of battle. Fast rained the shot and shell.
I was standing close beside him, and I saw him when he fell.
So I took him in my arms, and laid him on the grass.
It was going against orders, but I think they let it pass.
'Twas a minne ball that struck him. It entered at his side.
But we didn't think it fatal 'til this morning, when he died.
"Last night, I wanted so to live. I seemed so young to go.
Last week I passed my birthday. I was just 19, you know.
When I thought of all I planned to do, it seemed so hard to die.
But now I pray to God for Grace, and all my cares gone by."
And here his voice grew weaker, as he paused and raised his head.
And whispered, "Goodbye, Mother." And your soldier boy was dead.
I carved him out a headboard, as skillful as I could
And if you wish to find it, I can tell you where it stood.
I send you back his hymnbook, the cap he used to wear,
The lock I cut the night before, of his bright, curly hair.
I send you back his bible; The night before he died,
I turned its leaves together, and read it by his side.
I keep the belt he was wearing; He told me so to do.
It has a hole upon the side, just where the ball went through.
So now I've done his bidding. I've nothing more to tell.
But I shall always mourn with you the boy we loved so well.
December 7th, 1941 "Day of infamy" otherwise known as Pearl Harbor day
December 7th, 2013 today
December 7th, 1941 "Day of infamy" otherwise known as Pearl Harbor day
Pearl Harbor instantly spiked enlistments in the military. It's what prompted my father, five of his brothers and two sisters to join. When he enlisted in the Navy he had to wait in line most of the day because so many volunteers had swamped the recruiting offices. It was called patriotism. Like most veterans he didn't talk about it. You only find out what they did after they die. I'm the same way and I think most vets understand this.
If you've never seen the USS Arizona Memorial get over to Honolulu and make that first on your list. It's a very respectful place and if you even talk above a whisper those old WWII vets who volunteer there will shush you in a hurry.
The National WWII Museum in New Orleans is also a must see. I had the privilege of touring it this past September.
Hey, time cures all wounds. I no longer think of Mohammed Ali as Cassius Clay .
But with Hanoi Jane,I have not quite got there yet !
If I could just live long enough to piss on the bitch's grave.