Thursday, March 19, 2009
I have sat on the sidelines watching this mess as it unfolds, and wondered what it was going to take to make this "Change We Can Believe In".
Count me in.
I am 62 and a Vietnam Vet with a shitload of combat time,and a pile of medals, that dont mean much.
I love this country, and I want it back like when I was a kid. when soldiers had respect and were respected, and your mother and father taught you the values to live by.
I too took the oath to defend the constitution from foreign and domestic enemies, and to me it looks like the pile of them is agrowing both inside and outside this country.
I feel it is time, to do what is necessary to put a stop to this insanity and do what the constitution says as it is "We The People", that are the only ones who can give us that "Change We Can Believe In"
The Other Things We Carry
It's been 35 years since a Huey's whine
And midnight missions in the nick of time
It's been 35 years since a claymore mine
And ground attacks so clear in your mind.
And only yesterday it was 69
We carried Ammo, and Rockets, and beer, and mail
We carried body bags that would make you wail
We carried friends in our arms, as we turned pale
We carried buckets of water to wash out blood stale
We carried medals of valor for feats unbelieved
We carried purple hearts for wounds we received
But most of all we carried each other
Today we carry other things, some real, some imagined
We carry cancer of every kind known to man
Agent Orange poisoning,
and Hepatitis C,
And many still have PTSD.
We carry arms with no hands,
and legs with no feet,
and scars both mental and real.
We carry crutches and walkers,
and wheelchairs and canes,
with honor its no big deal.
We carry horror stories of the Veterans Administration,
of six months waits,
and lack of funds,
and shoddy care,
of indifferent employees,
and crummy food,
and broken promises
and downright lies.
But we still carry each other
We carry memories from the past,
and pictures of our youth,
and through it all still have our dignity.
For many it is all we have.
Now and then, there are times when panic will set in
and we have hideous dreams,
And people squeal, they twitch and make moaning sounds,
and cover their heads and say "Dear God",
and hug the pillow and cringe and beg for the dreams to stop,
and make stupid promises to themselves and God and their wives, hoping they will all go away, but they don't.
But we still carry each other.
We carry the weight of shattered dreams,
and broken marriages,
and deformed children with insidious wounds,
and twisted faces,
and deformed legs,
and broken spines, lost for all time.
We carry the thoughts of the future, of honor and duty, and pride, and tradition.
We carry fear for our children in far off lands,
The outcome can only be in Gods hands
The midnight runs as the Huey whines,
The rescue missions in the nick of time,
The muffled blast of a claymore mine,
And only yesterday it was 69.
But we still carry each other
Posted by Oath Keepers at 10:37 AM