Poem from a soldier's sister:
Dedicated to my brother,
Ryan David Jopek,
serving in Iraq.
"The American Soldier "
He has a strong heart
and great amount of stubborn pride
He's a brave one
and he shows it with every stride
I know he won't let us down
as he serves our country over
in a dangerous land
For, even though he won't admit it,
he's holding God's hand
He'll fight for their freedom
while helping us hold on to ours
Even though he may come back
with some frightening scars
I love this man,
they call an American Soldier
I love him,
he is my brother
Jessica Lynn Jopek
Copyright ©2006 Jessica Jopek
From An American Heart
There's not a piece of paper big enough
to hold all the 'thank yous' in my heart
I owe to those who laid their lives on the line
For the liberty I call mine;
There's not enough ink,
If I had the procession of a million pens,
to list the names of all the soldiers
who fought that others might live free
who sacrificed so much for me ;
There is not enough time in one lifetime
to tell of my heroes and their deeds....
to tell of those great souls who left the safety
of home and country
To keep the folks back home free.....
So....I will say loud and clear
in a voice filled with pride
On this day
"Thank You, American soldiers,
those living and those who died
that this generation,
and all generations to come,
might reap liberty....
Americans owe so much to each of you
who rallied around the red,white, and blue...
And for as long as there is an American
the American soldier shall live on in the memories of a grateful heart.
-Janice Sanford-
Brandy L. Cinco (Riggs), Wakefield, Kansas
This poem was orginally written for my father when he was deployed to Operation Desert Sheild which became Desert Storm.
I am an Army Brat by birth,
VFW Auxillary Member,
and Patriot by Choice.
God Bless our Nation.
God Bless our Troops and may
God Speed Be Always With Them.
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"The Pride That I Have"
The pride that I have comes from people like you,
Doing the things they know they must do,
Dreaming the dreams all Americans do,
Dreams of peace and getting along,
A storybook life that flows like a song,
With a lifetime of mellow memories to share,
With all of the people that yet have to dare,
Ask us, "Just what's in America to keep you there",
"No Walls to hold you in , no laws to make you stay"
No it's the simple pride in the American Way.
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Old Glory
by Don Miller
"I am the flag of the United States of America"
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's hall of justice.
I fly majestically over great institutes of learning.
I stand guard with the greatest military power in the world.
Look up and see me!
I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident and I am arrogant.
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners my head is a little higher, my color a little truer.
I bow to no one.
I am recognized all over the world.
I am honored.
I am saluted.
I am respected.
I am loved and I am feared.
I have fought every battle of every war for more than 200 years: Gettysburg, Shiloh, Appomattox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome, the beaches of Normandy, the desserts of Africa, the cane fields of the Philippines, the rice paddies and jungles of Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea, Vietnam and scores of places long forgotten by all, but those who were with me.
I was there.
I led my soldiers.
I followed them.
I watched over them.
They loved me.
I was on a small hill in Iwo Jima.
I was dirty, battle worn and tired, but my soldiers cheered me on and I was proud.
I have been soiled, burned, torn and trampled on the streets; streets of countries I have helped to set free.
It does not hurt, for I am invincible.
I have been soiled, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my own country, and when it is by those whom I have served in battle, it hurts, but I shall overcome for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of earth and stand watch over the uncharted new frontier of space from my vantage point on the moon.
I have been a silent witness to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hour comes when I am torn into strips to be used for bandages for my wounded comrades on the field of battle; when I fly half mast to honor soldiers; and when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving mother at the graveside of her fallen son.
I am proud.
My name is Old Glory!
Long may I wave …. Dear god long may I wave!
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Freedom Isn't Free
I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze
A young soldier saluted it,
and then He stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many Pilots' planes shot down?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No Freedom isn't free
I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still.
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen"
When a flag had draped a coffin
of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard at the
bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.....
No -- Freedom isn't free!!
...Cadet Major Kelly Strong
Air Force Junior ROTC
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Twas the Night Before Christmas Soldier's Story
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."
THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."
From www.GarnetChaney.com
This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable.....
PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.
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This song "American Soldier" is by Toby Keith
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My Son Kurt Alan Miller~
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Thank You.
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My Dad...My Hero... I love him so much, but God called him Home when he was only 44 years old. He will always be
"My Hero"...He served in WWII...a proud soldier he was. But he never talked about the war...he never wanted to (I guess it was too painful). He was hurt during the war...He had been shot and had a lot of shrapnel in his legs. I will always be proud of my Dad.
I cant believe he has been gone this long, but I think of him often. Now my Mom has gone to join him after 40 years. Time moves so quickly.
love, Judy Reed ^Heidi's^ Mom
