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Veteran's Day - Only Numbers?
From Del 'Abe' Jones
White Bluff, TN
11-10-3

Two hundred, twenty-eight years
That, we have been going to war
Eleven times we said, "For freedom!"
Was, what we were fighting for.
 
We've spent two point six trillion,
But that was just a petty cost
Compared to all of the spent lives
Of those loved ones, who were lost.
 
Thirty-two hundred plus, a month
For more than thirty-two years
The total time fighting our enemies
And more time, shedding our tears.
 
One and one quarter million dead
That's more than fifteen every day
Since we went to war, "For freedom!"
In our Revolutionary way.
 
One and one half million wounded
For this Country of the Free
Although some of these losses
Were the Union's and Confederacy.
 
But, all of them are Veterans
Who fought for what they believed
In their own way, doing battle
For those Freedoms, they perceived.
 
As of late, a Veteran's definition
Has come from a different kind of War
For which we all, are conscripted
To help guard, our Freedom's door.
 
Let's Honor, each and every one
And though we may not know each name
They were so much more than numbers
In every Wartime's deadly "game".
 
And, this November eleventh
In the year, Two Thousand Three
Let's hope someday, all People
Live in a land, where they are Free.
 
Let's make Veterans Day a memory
And a part of days gone past
Learn to live with our Fellowman
In a Free World at Peace, at last.
 
10-24-2003
 
 
NOVEMBER 11TH
 
There are so many little towns
That make up this great nation
And the heroes from them
Boggle the imagination.
 
Those who answer the call
In peace and wartimes strife
Who give of themselves
So, we can live this life.
 
Some go and fight those wars
Some die, some hurt, survive
But all that they believe in
Is what keeps freedom alive.
 
It is all those little towns
And people who live there
Who stand and fight for freedom
For people, everywhere.
 
Somebody's dad or brother
Husband, daughter or son
Mother, sister, cousins
We all, know someone
 
Who, when freedom was threatened
Here at home, around the world
Were determined to insure
Freedoms flag remained unfurled.
 
They believe and fight for
The things this world needs
They might not always win
But they will have planted seeds.
 
In time of peace or conflict
There is always a price to pay
And today, we pay them tribute
On this Veterans Day.
 
11-6-2000
 
 
VETERANS ALL (after 9/11)
 
Well! We're in a different world
Than, what, we ever knew
It will never, be the same
As it was, for me and you.
 
I think that, since 9/11
Some words forever changed
Like the meaning of "Veteran"
Has been, re-arranged.
 
Now, we all are fighters
For our "freedoms' cause"
If we don't stand, be counted
We'll have lost, "the cause, that was!"
 
On this Veterans' Day
In this "land of the free"
We honor those, who gave all
Those with us, and those, yet to be.
 
We honor those who perished
In attacks upon our shore
And those hunting evildoers
Who came through our "open door".
 
We honor all Americans
And freedom lovers of the world
Where flags like, "The Stars And Stripes"
Fly in the breeze, unfurled.
 
I think from this day forth
All patriotic celebrations
Will always give us pause
To these new, realizations.
 
We must rid this Earth
Of those "Devils" and their goals
With terror on their minds
Within their hateful souls.
 
So, here's to all the Veterans
Who have made "Freedom Ring"
And, those around the world
Who know! We have a "special" thing.
 
Veteran's Day 2001
 
 
GOLD STAR MOTHERS
 
Started with a group of twenty-five
In the year of twenty-eight
By those who'd lost a Son or Daughter
From the wartime's cruel fate.
 
When the Blue Star on the Service Flag
Was replaced with one of Gold
Everybody knew a Mother grieved
With a loss from that household.
 
"Out of tragedy, we were formed"
And, "Out of love we continue."
This legacy of Gold Star Mothers
With the heartache, that they knew.
 
They use the memories and love
Of those who gave their all
To help those other Veterans
Who answered our Nation's call
 
It's so sad, they still exist
And most likely always will
As long as, we go to war
There's a need they must fulfill.
 
10-04-2003
 
 
The following is etched on the Ellis County Veterans Memorial in
Waxahachie, Texas along with "POW/MIA"
 
AND, THEY WERE THERE, TOO
 
Not enough credit given, to mothers, sisters, daughters, wives,
Some too, who gave their all, the best years of their lives.
There's some, wore a uniform, of one of the military "branches"
And like all of those men, taken some deadly chances.
 
Some were in the U.S.O., brought a little taste of home,
With smalltalk, donuts, coffee, where'er the troops would roam.
There was "Rosie the Riveter," who fought her own war here.
And the nurses that eased the pain, and tried to ease the fear.
 
There were women pilots, who put their lives on the line,
Said, "Send me where you will. That suits me, just fine!"
Those who stayed at home, to raise their families,
Who gave all, went without, realizing harsh realities.
 
So many of those women, who gave so much more
Than they were asked to, during each and every war.
We honor those, upon this stone, and give our humble "Thanks"
To those who served with honor, in our country's wartime ranks.
 
TIME TO GO
 
I could see the flash of cannon
Over the ridge of the hill
Could hear the shots over my head
As I lay deathly still.
 
I looked up at the twinkling stars
Through the haze of the gunsmoke
And I could hear my comrades
Whispering as they spoke.
 
There was a quaking in their voice
That betrayed their mortal fear
And as I gazed into the sky
I asked, "What am I doing here?"
 
I thought of all those buddies
Killed on this foreign shore
And of loved ones back home
And then, I knew, "What for!"
 
To fight for God and Country
Is a calling, most will heed
To keep freedom safe from those
Who would plant an evil seed.
 
I lay there in my foxhole
Gripped by the numbing cold
But then, felt a warmth, from inside
Like I was held in the "fold".
 
I felt my best friend touch me
And couldn't believe he said,
"No need to call the corpsman,
'Cause he's already dead!"
 
And then my head felt light
As I looked down below,
Whispered, "I'll see ya', Bros
Because it's time for me to go!"
 
6-11-01
 
 
POW/MIA
 
So many fates are left unknown
And so many rumors that abound
So many families ask the question
When will, the answers be found?
 
So many years have come and gone
Sometimes, hope is hard to keep
There's some who feel there's none
And in some, it's buried deep.
 
The pain, is in not knowing
How, to put loved ones to rest
When there is no way to prove
They have passed, the final test.
 
But, no matter what the answers
We can't let this cause alone
Until, each and every one of them
Is found, and brought back home.
 
 
POW/MIA STORIES
 
It's hard to find, the stories
That, they won't talk about
It's hard, to realize the things
That they had, to go, without.
 
How can they let the feelings
(Even, they don't understand)
Show to, any other people
In this, Freedom's Land.
 
We can't know, the hardships
Unless, we were there
Especially, when they came back home
To those who didn't, seem, to care.
 
Unless you had, lived through it
Watching, Comrades that had died
Why should they, talk about it to us
Of, the tears, inside, they've cried?
 
Even, if they chose to tell us
What difference, would it make
Would it be worth the chance
That they, would have to take.
 
Why should they bare their soul
That's already been, stripped, clean
Because, even with, a picture of it
We couldn't see, what they have seen.
 
Sometimes, all we have to do
Is, to look into their eyes
And think that we might see or hear
Their, mournful, pain-filled cries.
 
That POW who came home
Who lived, through that Hell
Can't tell the stories, of the MIA
Who never had, a chance to tell!
 
So, we may never, ever, know
Of, the horrors, they have, known
And, if we think about it
It's probably best, that they aren't shown!
 
But there is, always an end
To every, never-ending story
Although sometimes, they're never told
In, all their Truth and Glory.
 
So if you ask about it
And if you ever wonder why
They won't talk of that nightmare
Maybe now, you might know, Why
 
 
OLD GLORY
 
More than two hundred years ago
Betsy Ross sewed strips of rag -
From those bits of colored cloth
Was shaped "Old Glory", our grand flag.
 
Stripes of red and white
For the thirteen colonies -
White stars against the blue
Began waving in the breeze.
 
It's gone through minor changes -
With stars added, as we grew -
It's flown proudly o'er our land
And in some other countries, too.
 
That symbol of our freedom -
Should be protected, at all cost -
But now our reverence for it
Seems, to be getting lost.
 
There are some things so sacred
To our great American way
That, those who desecrate it
Should, have a price, to pay.
 
Even though each buys his own
That flag belongs to us all -
It's owned by all the people
And we should never let it fall.
 
 
THE GOOD OL' DAYS
 
They said, "It's alright to burn it."
"You can throw it to the ground."
"You can wear it on your back.
That symbol of the freedom bound.
 
It's been through catastrophes -
Flown high in wartimes' strife -
Men swore they would protect it
And did so with their life.
 
What makes them so supreme -
The high court of this land
To tell us when those Stars and Stripes
Should fall; when they should stand.
 
What right do they think they have
To let our flag be set ablaze -
Once, it was loved and respected -
Back there, in the good ol' days.
 
 
OLD GLORY IN 2001
 
Those "STARS AND STRIPES" gained new meaning
In the year two thousand and one
It flew prouder over our Country
Where a new war had begun.
 
On September eleventh
"They" tried to bring it down
Along with those "Two Towers"
That came crashing to the ground.
 
But, the American people caught it
And held it high for all to see
This is still, "THE HOME OF THE BRAVE"
And, "THE LAND OF THE FREE".
 
Those people who do evil
Will shudder at the sight
As "OLD GLORY" catches them
In all it's power and might.
 
We might not always do justice
Under it's waving grace
But, it's meaning to Freedom
Will always stand it's place.
 
It's always been a symbol
And hope, for people in this world
It sends a very special message
Each time, it is unfurled.
 
The "STARS AND STRIPES" will wave
Those colors, "RED, WHITE, AND BLUE"
As long, as there are Freedom lovers
Or all life on Earth, is through.
 
A CONSTITUTION RESOLUTION
 
More than two hundred years have passed
And it has withstood the test -
A timeless writ of foresight -
Though not perfect, still the best.
 
Those words upon that parchment
Promise equal rights to all -
Words inspired by mans need
To answer freedoms' call.
 
A prophecy of future ways
Which still works for us today -
(How did they know what to write
So it would turn out that way?).
 
Laws are changed and amended
If they people will it so -
But there are so few of them
We ever will outgrow.
 
It's been discussed and debated -
Interpreted differently -
But the basics remain the same -
Protecting the land of the free.
 
An unlimited guarantee
With no expiration date -
If those words had not been written
This world might face a different fate.
 
So let's celebrate and think about
The laws of this great land -
For without them all would be lost -
Wiped 'way by some tyrants' hand
 
 
WE, THE PEOPLE
 
 
We, the people of these United States
To form a more perfect union
Do, hereby ordain and reestablish
This American Constitution -
To promote a general Welfare -
Provide a common Defence -
And to establish equal Justice
In a setting from whence
We, the people of this Great Nation
In safe Tranquility
Can secure all the Blessings
Of guaranteed Liberty.
 
AMENDMENT I
 
We have the Right to Assemble -
Freedom of Press and Speech -
The Right for all to Petition -
And all Religions to Preach.
 
AMENDMENT II
 
We have the Right to a Militia
For State Security -
The Right to keep and bear Arms -
One more Guarantee.
 
 
AMENDMENT III
 
In times when there is Peace
Then the Right to Commandeer
Possessions by the Soldier
The Law says, "No.", it's clear -
But if it is in Wartime
Then, for those who live its' Hell
The Law says, we must open doors -
Provide them a place to Dwell.
 
AMENDMENT IV
 
Illegal Searches are Prohibited -
As for Seizures, it's the same
Unless a Warrant has been issued
That states specific Place and Name.
 
AMENDMENT V
 
No person without Due Process
Shall be Tried for any Crime -
And for any one Offense
Shall be Indicted just one time -
No one shall have to Testify
Against themselves, if they do -
Life, Liberty, and Property
To be Protected by Laws too.
AMENDMENT VI
 
One accused of Crime has Right
To a speedy public Trial -
To a Jury of his Peers -
To Legal Counsel all the while -
To confront his Accusers -
To have Witness for his side -
To be Convicted by the Proof -
Not by things merely implied.
 
AMENDMENT VII
 
The Right to Jury Trial
Shall always be preserved -
Except, as is Provided
The Judgment will be Observed.
 
AMENDMENT VIII
 
No Excessive Fines will be imposed -
Excessive Bail is not permitted -
No Cruel, Unusual Punishment
Is to be Inflicted.
 
AMENDMENT IX
 
Those Rights listed herein
Shall not take away
From those retained by the People
Or the Will, of what they say.
 
AMENDMENT X
 
The Laws other that those stated
Shall be written by each State
By the Will of the People -
To unique problems, they'll relate.
 
These First through Tenth Amendments
Of our Constitution
Are the most important
For our Freedoms' Resolution -
We must always Protect them
And not let them slip away
For, though they don't work perfectly
This World has not a better way.
 
 
Del 'Abe' Jones
White Bluff, TN
 
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