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Jerry Calow wrote this song to pay tribute to all veterans.

In Vietnam, Korea and World War Past
Our Men Fought Bravely So Freedom Would Last
Conditions Where Not Always Best They Could Be
Fighting a Foe You Could Not Always See:

From Mountain Highs to Valley Lows
From Jungle Drops to Desert Patrols

Our Sinewy Sons Were Sent Over Seas
Far From Their Families and Far From Their Dreams
They Never Wrote Letters of Hardships Despair
Only Of Love, Yearning That One Day Soon:

They Would Come Home, They Would Resume
And Carry On With the Rest of Their Lives

The POW's Stood Steadfast
Against the Indignities and Cruelties of War
They Could Not Have Lasted as Long as They Did
If They Had Relinquished Their Hope That Some Day:

They Would Come Home, They Would Resume
And Carry on With the Rest of Their Lives

Medics, Nurses, and Chaplains Alike
Did What They Needed to Bring Back Life
They Served Our Forces From Day Into Night
Not Questioning if They Would Survive:

They Mended Bones and Bodies, Too,
They Soothed the Spirits of Dying Souls

And for Those MIA's Who Were Left Behind
We Echo This Message Across the Seas
We Will Search For As Long As It Takes
You're Not Forgotten and Will Always Be:

In Our Hearts, In Our Prayers,
In Our Minds For All Time

A Moment of Silence, A Moment of Summons
Is Their Deliverance of Body and Soul
To a Sacred Place That We All Know
Deep In the Shrines of Our Soul:

In Our Hearts, In Our Prayers,
In Our Minds For All Time

GOLD STAR MOTHERS GRIEVE: ENDLESSLY,
ENDLESSLY, ENDLESSLY....

These Immortalized Soldiers Whose Bravery Abounds
They're Our Husbands, Fathers, and Sons
They Enlisted for the Duty at Hand
To serve the Cause of Country and Land:

They Had Honor, They Had Valor,
They Found Glory That Change Them Forever

Men Standing Tall and Proud They Be
A Country Behind Them in a Solemn Sea
So Let the Flags of Freedom Fly
Unfurled in Their Majesty High:

In the Sun, In the Rain
In the Winds Across This Land

Years of Tears Has Brought Us Here
Gathering Around to Hear This Sound
So Let the Flags of Freedom Fly
Unfurled in Their Majesty High:

In the Sun, In the Rain
In the Winds Across This Land

 

The following poems were submitted
by Dee Scerni.

Her Son's Flag

She clutched the folded flag to her breast, somehow she felt closer to him.
She closed her eyes as tears fell, her memories would not grow dim.
They took her back to a hot Fourth of July, when he was only three,
As he stood and waved his flag, for everyone to see.

Her arms caressed the folded flag, lovingly once more.
The same arms that held this child, that she once bore.
Tears fell upon the folded cloth, she gently wiped them away.
But with it in her arms, she felt closer to him that day.

She remembers when he was twelve, it was a boy scout jamboree.
He led the parade carrying our flag, he was as proud as he could be.

She placed the flag upon her lap, the very spot he'd lay his head,
When he was but a child, and they'd carry him to bed.
How proud he was of our country, the freedom that we know,
And when the day came to defend it, off to war he'd go.

She placed the flag near his picture, it was all she had left you see,
But for a heart full of sorrow, and a proud memory.
She remembers yet another day he carried his flag home,
It was draped upon his casket, she stood there all alone.
Through tears she was glad he knew not, of the burnings they want allowed,
Of the flag of his country, while living, he held so proud.

 

The Missing Link

Held captive so long, barely surviving each day,
somewhere a forgotten man, a POW or MIA.

Where are they now, I often think.
The end of the war, our missing link.

Do they rest in some field all alone,
or do they lie awake and dream of home?

Does the sun smile on their gentle faces,
or are they hidden in the darkest places.

Will they laugh out loud of joy at last,
or will they cling to memories fading fast.

If some could speak and still be heard,
would there be pain in every word.

We've had enough please bring us home,
You just can't leave us here alone.

Do not believe that we don't exist,
or place our names on some forgotten list.

We've been abandoned in an endless war,
you can't deny us anymore.

We are the ones you cast away,
your POW, your MIA.

Please remember while you sit and think,
our war's not over, we're the missing link.

 

Tell The Children

Tell the children they ought to know,
why there's freedom here today.

Tell the children, make them understand,
the price some had to pay.

Of those who stood up for freedom,
teach them never to forget.

Of the fields scarred with sacrifice,
by those they never met.

Tell the children they can dream of tomorrow,
because of brave men yesterday.

Who fought on desert sands and stormy seas,
in places far away.

Tell the children about our veterans,
so they need not ask why.

And to feel the pride within,
as they fly the flag on high.

Tell the children so that they will know,
why there's peace here today.

And perhaps when childhood passes through,
they will honor yesterday.

 

Never Shall I Forget

They took away his boyhood and quickly made him a man,
when they shipped him off to war and put a gun in hand.

Years have passed, some swiftly, but memories linger on,
not of that of boyhood, but of comrades, some now gone.

The sounds of taps play softly as they fill the midday air,
but their faces tell the story of all the war's despair.

They have come here to honor those who fought and died,
once again they stand together, proudly side by side.

Some have grown so weary, most of them now old,
the hands that held a rifle, in place a flag they hold.

How can I speak of their battles, how can I tell them of my pride,
how can I say I thank you, when I hold it all inside.

My words come not easy as I look in their eyes and see,
the pain that remains within them of war's hard memory.

While the sounds of taps still linger and rifles fire on high,
surely as this moment leaves me and days on earth go by.

Always shall I remember, never shall I forget,
the brave young men of this country, today they call a vet.

 

The Master's Hand

They fought with dauntless courage, guided by the Master's hand.
Now "they sleep the sleep that knows no breaking," no longer do they stand.

War, loss, love and honor, are why we are here today.
In memory of those who fought for liberty, and gave their lives away.

In thunderous fields of battle they fell, some side by side.
The cloth we proudly call old glory, symbolizes why they died.

On stormy seas awashed with blood, the dying calls were heard.
Then silence took the night, when death stole every word.

On battles fields scared with sacrifice, in war's living hell.
Our country's unfledged heroes, bravely fought and fell.

The winds carry the whispers of heaven here today.
With the voices of the heroes that gave their lives away.

They fought with dauntless courage, guided by the Master's hand.
Now "they sleep the sleep that knows no breaking," no longer do they stand.

The memories of their sacrifice, should never fade nor go.
For they gave their lives for their country, because they loved it so.

 

I'll see you later, Brother
Dennis Hodo, The Bamboo Bridge
Used with permission

Very many years passed, and I could not forget,
a very good man, I was blessed to have met.
We met in the jungle, I was new and scared stiff,
he taught me survival, on those combat RIF'S.
We lived in the jungle, with the heat, rain and mud,
friends were often wounded, and we shared our blood.
We carried food and water, we slept on the ground,
we talked of "The World", when breaks came around.
We guarded one another, all the days and nights,
we never even thought about, brown, black or white.
We shared our anger, our dreams and our fears,
and when one of us was lost, we never came to tears.

All this time has passed, and I still hear him say,
"Hey man", like he did, almost every single day.
I don't know why, but I never got his photograph,
yet a picture in my mind, followed all along my path.
I could see that giant grin, the dark shining eyes,
and hear the re-assuring words, for all the poor new guys.
There were others with us, men that we both knew,
all barely twenty, hardly knowing what to do.
When the shooting started, we protected one another,
no one ever questioned, why I called him brother.
The fighting started often, with a loud sudden burst,
we learned so much of dying, mankind at his worst.

Most of us came home, when our long year was done,
but some of us didn't, and brother you were one.
My memories never stopped, they never know borders,
I was the last you spoke to, except for giving orders.
I remembered every man, that died there for the cause,
but every day your memory, always gave me pause.
Some days once or twice, and other days much more,
I woke up every night, from the sounds of the war.
I went to college, got married, and even had a kid,
but few things ever got to me, like all that did.
I tried so many ways, to get it all blocked out,
but I never found anything, it never came about.

So after many years, I looked it in the face,
I never could outrun it, I'd never win the race.
I took a trip the other day, across this big land,
I came to your grave my friend, to visit a good man.
I had to come and tell you, that I never will forget,
I'll never know those ties again, I still haven't yet.
I had to take the trip, I had to come and see you,
it was just something, I always knew I had to do.
It was such a constant feeling, it would never go away,
until I made the trip, that I made the other day.
I know that you watched us, from a much better place,
when your family and I, did finally embrace.

I didn't get to meet, your father or your mother,
your family calls me family, your brother calls me brother.
They know it means a lot, because it means a lot to them,
but few will ever know, how it is where we have been.
I know you're very proud, of the children that we bore,
I want to let them know, the truth about our war.
Televisions, radios, and the papers say we lost,
they like to talk about, all the dollars that it cost.
The movies have no limit, to the tickets they can sell,
showing us coming home, and going straight to hell.
I wish that they could see, the bigger point of view,
the eternal bond of friendship, there is with me and you.

We counted on each other, like few people ever can,
and I know that forever, you will always be "A good man".
We will stand-down again someday, for a very long time,
we will R&R forever friend, and it won't cost a dime.
There will not be any leeches, or any of that rain,
there won't be any rifles, or bullets causing pain.
We'll look down together, and hope with all our might,
that the people of the future, can see that we were right.
We cared about the children, the peasants and the poor,
we went to fight their fight, and to open up the door.
We went to bring them freedom, and basic human rights,
but others were afraid, that they might have to fight.

I remember how it was, in this very privileged land,
there were so very few, brave enough to take a stand.
To go to the jungle, and to try to stop the wrong,
will our people ever see, why does it take so long?
The politicians failed us, and the dodgers they forgave,
then they just abandoned, all those we meant to save.
All the vets everywhere, bowed their heads in shame,
most of them today, still bow their heads the same.
There are names on a wall, that mean so much to us,
because we know, they were people we could trust.
You gave your life, so that others could survive,
like me and many others, that today are still alive.

I never could forget, and today I do know why,
I need someday to find a way, to sit down and cry.
I never have, I guess the war just made us tough,
but when I do I'll cry, until I know it is enough.
I will always try my best, to get through to the kids,
what a great man you are, the important things you did.
I will come again to see you friend, here at your grave,
I'll do something good, with this life that you saved.
Let me tell you one thing, about coming here my friend,
after all these years, I can finally sleep again.
I'll never lose sight, of when we knew one another,
I never will forget you, I'll see you later Brother.

 

Faces In The Wall
Ray Wayne
Used with permission

On a trip to DC, I stopped by the Wall,
to visit some old friends I hadn't seen for awhile.
There was Bill, Neil, Preach, and of course Bob.

As I stood looking at their names inscribed in the Wall,
first I noticed the reflection of my face,
then I noticed their
Faces In The Wall.

Each name had a face in the wall,
all fifty-eight thousand and more.
And each face had a story to tell,
about the Faces In The Wall.

As I watched people come and go,
family, friends, and fellow vets,
each had their moments,
with the Faces In The Wall.

Some came to cry, some came to say good-bye,
some came to ask "Why?"
A young man said "But Dad, I didn't get to know you!"
A veteran with one leg missing said "Thank you man,
saved my life.  I owe you one!"

They left flowers, a baseball, pictures, poems,
medals, a flag and more.
All to the Faces In The Wall.

If you have a chance to go to DC, and have a
couple of hours to spend - Read the names
and say hello to my friends and the other
Faces In The Wall.

 

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