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We can never forget...Thank You To Those That Served And Those Who Continue To Protect Us

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Maybe one day we won't have to have a Remembrance Day or a Memorial Day...wishful thinking?

World War I and II happened and that will never change. It would be nice to have no need for war int he future, but the past will never change.
 
We must always remember what others have done for us by sacrificing themselves, regardless of the passage of time. Younger generations have no idea what war is like. My parents lived through WW2 in Europe and my grandparents lost many of their relatives and some of their children. I don't support war but I do support the men and women who fight for others to have a better life. Always respecting, always remembering and always appreciating.
 
Maybe one day we won't have to have a Remembrance Day or a Memorial Day...wishful thinking?
I trust that we will never let those who risked their lives and those that gave their lives lie in oblivion.
We owe it to them and to ourselves to think of what they gave so that we can live the lives we live presently.
 
A VETERAN DIED TODAY

He was getting old and paunchy
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,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons 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."
 
WOW. Such a powerful poem and so true. Whether in times of conflict or peace, I cannot say thank you enough to those that have or still serve.
I'll share a story of when I was 6 years old, living in the former Czechoslovakia. It was still communist, run by the USSR. Our president was moving towards breaking away from Russia, and of course, it was not what Russia wanted. The Soviet army moved in, soldiers, tanks, personal carriers, etc. The streets in my town were cobble stone and I still remember the tank tracks tearing up the streets. I remember large holes in building when the tanks would shoot. There were soldiers on every street, in front of the building where we lived, on every corner. My father was walking me home when we stopped in front of our building. My dad asked the soldier " What do I tell my son why your are here? He thinks you're our friend.". The soldier started crying. Back then, he didn't have a choice as the draft was mandatory for all males 18 years old. In Canada, we don't have a draft, so our soldiers volunteer. They deserve a special thank you and acknowledgement.
 
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