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marc
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Posted: Tue May 30th, 2006 07:09 pm |
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| Thanx Weasle.....
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weasle
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Posted: Tue May 30th, 2006 05:49 pm |
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| e mail back and forth to preacher , ocasonally ,to keep in touch. last i talked with him he seemed to be doin fine. great poem he wrote !!.
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marc
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Posted: Mon May 29th, 2006 12:36 pm |
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| Thanx Dave....
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Dave
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Posted: Mon May 29th, 2006 12:31 pm |
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marc wrote:
Speaking of Preacher...Anyone ever hear from him???If so, how is he??
I hear from him once in awhile...
He sounds like he's doin' ok. Not too much new going on with him...
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marc
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Posted: Sun May 28th, 2006 10:30 pm |
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| Speaking of Preacher...Anyone ever hear from him???If so, how is he??
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Dave
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Posted: Sun May 28th, 2006 02:10 am |
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Andy wrote:
I also saved that poem Preacher wrote, I don't think he gave it a title.
Very well said...
Yup, it's a keeper. I sent it into the local newspaper too...
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Andy
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Posted: Sun May 28th, 2006 02:07 am |
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I also saved that poem Preacher wrote, I don't think he gave it a title.
Very well said...
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jeffy ole boy
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Posted: Sun May 28th, 2006 01:47 am |
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Sometimes as with our savior, its all easily forgotten.
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Dave
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Posted: Sat May 27th, 2006 11:58 pm |
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They sent me to Europe, to Korea and more,
they sent me to places,they did not call a war.
They sent many thousands who looked just like me,
they told us we were fighting to keep the world free...
But free I am not, and for a long time I've known
that never again, will my life be my own...
I was captured in Poland, in Korea, in 'Nam,
or killed in Italy, on Midway, or Bataan,
But, why cant you hear me, why the deaf ear?
Don't you know I did this, even though filled with fear?
Yet forgotten I am, so it seems to me.
My country, My America, My Land tis of thee.
And its people forget that their freedom so dear,
was paid for with the lives, of those of us here.
Some may still live, in places unknown,
many still lay, where their bodies were thrown,
when whatever happened, that brought death very near,
I gave all I had, for your freedom so dear.
Please remember, when you see my Flag,
that under its banner, many a man was dragged,
Who had given his life, for your freedom so dear,
why cant you hear me,when I am so near?
You hear our victory, of the battles we won,
when you pick and choose,the people who run,
for the offices that you vote for, yet you seem not to care,
that for your single vote, a life was left there.
You see our pride, in the Red, White, and Blue,
for under its beauty, we gave our lives for you,
that you might live fully and live truly free, yet you pass by
our Emblem, and sometimes don't see,
that it waves to those, who have died for its glory..
Why cant you hear me, have you forgotten my story?
We don't ask much, we who remained in those places,
only that America, land of all races,
remember that I, and many like me, gave all we had,
so YOU could be free...
So dont make us ask, if you still hear our cries,
why cant you hear us?
Did you forget that we died?
Preacher 2001
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