Some of you may have already seen this, but it was new to me and I wanted to share it. Enjoy!
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=784659188
Thank you Carl, that was beautiful.
I had/have never heard of the person
singing that.
Thanks for sharing.
God Bless
If my heart gets any bigger in my chest while listening to this..I do believe it will burst..
*wiping a tear*..................................
That was AWESOME. Thank you, Carl, SO MUCH !!!
Jo
We should never forget...........(http://www.rightnation.us/forums/style_emoticons/default/911.gif)
Slide the sound button up.......
Hoorah...
I......................just..................aaaahhhh :'( Thanks, Teresa, I need a reminder once in a while.
Larryj
.I don't think anyone had a clue as to what went on over there unless you were there.
Makes me appreciate our military all the more. 'I Was Only 19
This is a good thread.. sometimes visuals and music are a good way to keep us grounded on what we must remember..
"I'd love to spit some Beechnut in that dudes eye and shoot him with my old .45"
I can listen to this over and over, never gets old.
I get chills as soon as I hear the opening piano..
PLEASE God...... see us through this...................................................
CD and his band go to Iraq.
This Ain't No Rag It's A Flag
Teresa, you are kickin ass on this..keep at it!!!
Ragged Old Flag by Johnny Cash
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6vwXbQZvJo&feature=related
With high Respect for all soldiers!!! U.S MARINES
A video put together for all American Heros...........
A powerful tribute to the men and women of the United Stated Armed Forces fighting for our freedoms overseas.
http://00f2630.netsolhost.com/farewellmarine.html
There is no embedding code for this one. So you will have to click on the link.
I was in the Norwegian Air Force but one of my Marine friends sent this .
It doesn't matter the branch of service. This holds true in all of them.
Once upon a time Americans and the news media were pro-military and full of patriotic pride.
This following clip will leave an impression, especially for those of us who were there, and remember.
Delores Hope, Bob's widow, is 100 years old today. Bob passed on when he was 100 years of age, 6 years ago.
What a wonderful couple they were and she is still very alert and smiling today. She arrived at her party in a wheel chair, but was as sharp as ever the article said. Her picture was in the Wichita Eagle.
Jo
Thank you, Teresa.
That was heart wrenching.
I wish every Vietnam KIA and every soldier lost in battle had gotten this kind of honor... I also pray that someone straps W, Cheney, BO and Biden in chairs and makes them watch, so they realize what they were/are playing with.
And people are lining up for Michael Jacksons funeral? Disgusting.
I thought I might put this here. It seems appropriate.
From the San Gabriel Valley Tribune---Nov. 1, 2009
written by Steve Lambert
Titled: FEW REMEMBER LIVES LOST TO EARN THE RIGHT TO VOTE
I spoke with Carolyn Goodman twice before she died, and both times left feeling inspired and guilty.
Guilty that I hadn't always stood up for what I believed in.
Guilty about any lost time with my kids.
Guilty for those times I didn't vote.
Carolyn Goodman spoke with passion about all three. Her middle son, Andrew, was murdered in Mississippi during 1964's Freedom Summer -- dying for what he believed in, dying for the right to vote.
Over the years, Andrew Goodman's story has been memorialized in song, film and books. The movie "Mississippi Burning" was loosely based on the events of June 21, 1964, when Goodman, James Chaney and Michael Schwerner were shot to death by a posse near Philadelphia, Miss.
Returning from visiting a black church that had been burned down, the three young men were pulled over by a deputy sheriff, jailed, then released. Back on the road, they were stopped by Ku Klux Klan members, shot to death and buried in an earthen dam nearby.
In the weeks following their disappearance, then-Attorney General Robert Kennedy sent in the FBI to investigate, raising America's already heightened awareness of the Civil Rights movement to a whole new level.
By the time their bodies were unearthed, Goodman, Chaney and Schwerner became part of the national lexicon --embodiments of the brutality of social injustice.
What's often lost in the translation, however, was the purpose of their mission -- to register blacks to vote. The church they visited had been designated a "freedom school" and voter registration center -- a base for freedom riders such as the 20-year-old Goodman, a student from New York.
His mom knew the risks her son was taking, but she and her husband had raised their kids to stand up for what they believed.
Andrew Goodman believed voting was a privilege not to be taken lightly, and died for that right -- in his own country, and months before he himself was old enough to vote.
I spoke by phone with Carolyn Goodman after 9/11 and again before the 2005 trial of Edgar Ray Killen, a former Klan organizer who 41 years after the murders was convicted of manslaughter.
The conversations quickly shifted to voter apathy, and the countless lives lost for something we take for granted.
She died in 2007, but her words, her passion, her mother's heart still ring true.
Tuesday's an election in many of our communities. Please take the time to vote.
____________________________________________________
Steve Lambert is editor and publisher of the San Gabriel Valley Newspaper Group.
Larryj
Trace Adkins sings Till the Last Shot's Fired with the West Point Cadet Glee Club
You may have seen this before, but until this is over, we need to
keep our troops in our prayers.
Your cell phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.
He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.
You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.
He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.
You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.
You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.
You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll
ever meet.
You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers
why he is fighting.
You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.
You see only what the media wants you to see.
He sees the broken bodies lying around him.
You are asked to do some thing by your parents. You don't.
He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.
You stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.
You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.
He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars and helicopters all night long.
REMEMBER our Troops, and do not forget them.
I saw this on another blog and wanted to share it.
IF YOU CAN'T STAND BEHIND OUR TROOPS, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO STAND IN FRONT OF THEM!
Larryj
Red Skelton--from his television show in 1969 WOW ! Just think, he said this on his television show in 1969 and really had no clue it would ever come about. SAD, isn't it? What a wonderful and worthwhile clip to watch and share with all your friends and acquaintances!
This is one that needs to be passed on to Everyone.
This may have been posted before, but I just had to share it with you all.
Thank you all who served in the military or was a parent of a military person. I dare you to read this
and not have tears in your eyes. Mine are still watering. God bless the USA!
MAY GOD BLESS THIS AIRLINE CAPTAIN:
He writes:
My lead flight attendant came to me and said, "We have an H.R.
on this flight." (H.R. stands for human remains.) "Are they military?"
I asked.
'Yes', she said.
'Is there an escort?' I asked.
'Yes, I already assigned him a seat'.
'Would you please tell him to come to the flight deck. You can board
him early," I said..
A short while later, a young army sergeant entered the flight deck.
He was the image of the perfectly dressed soldier. He introduced
himself and I asked him about his soldier. The escorts of these
fallen soldiers talk about them as if they are still alive and still
with us.
'My soldier is on his way back to Virginia,' he said. He proceeded
to answer my questions, but offered no words.
I asked him if there was anything I could do for him and he said no.
I told him that he had the toughest job in the military and that I
appreciated the work that he does for the families of our fallen
soldiers. The first officer and I got up out of our seats to shake his
hand. He left the flight deck to find his seat.
We completed our preflight checks, pushed back and performed an
uneventful departure. About 30 minutes into our flight I received a
call from the lead flight attendant in the cabin. 'I just found out
the family of the soldier we are carrying, is on board', she said.
She then proceeded to tell me that the father, mother, wife and 2-year
old daughter were escorting their son, husband, and father home. The
family was upset because they were unable to see the container that
the soldier was in before we left. We were on our way to a major hub
at which the family was going to wait four hours for the connecting
flight home to Virginia .
The father of the soldier told the flight attendant that knowing his
son was below him in the cargo compartment and being unable to see
him was too much for him and the family to bear. He had asked the
flight attendant if there was anything that could be done to allow
them to see him upon our arrival. The family wanted to be outside by
the cargo door to watch the soldier being taken off the airplane.. I
could hear the desperation in the flight attendants voice when she
asked me if there was anything I could do.. 'I'm on it', I said. I
told her that I would get back to her.
Airborne communication with my company normally occurs in the form
of e-mail like messages. I decided to bypass this system and contact
my flight dispatcher directly on a secondary radio. There is a radio
operator in the operations control center who connects you to the
telephone of the dispatcher. I was in direct contact with the
dispatcher.. I explained the situation I had on board with the
family and what it was the family wanted. He said he understood and
that he would get back to me.
Two hours went by and I had not heard from the dispatcher. We were
going to get busy soon and I needed to know what to tell the family.
I sent a text message asking for an update. I saved the return
message from the dispatcher and the following is the text:
'Captain, sorry it has taken so long to get back to you. There is
policy on this now and I had to check on a few things. Upon your
arrival a dedicated escort team will meet the aircraft. The team
will escort the family to the ramp and plane side. A van will be
used to load the remains with a secondary van for the family. The
family will be taken to their departure area and escorted into the
terminal where the remains can be seen on the ramp. It is a private
area for the family only. When the connecting aircraft arrives, the
family will be escorted onto the ramp and plane side to watch the
remains being loaded for the final leg home. Captain, most of us here
in flight control are veterans. Please pass our condolences on to
the family. Thanks.'
I sent a message back telling flight control thanks for a good job.
I printed out the message and gave it to the lead flight attendant to
pass on to the father. The lead flight attendant was very thankful
and told me, 'You have no idea how much this will mean to them.'
Things started getting busy for the descent, approach and landing.
After landing, we cleared the runway and taxied to the ramp area.
The ramp is huge with 15 gates on either side of the alleyway. It is
always a busy area with aircraft maneuvering every which way to enter
and exit. When we entered the ramp and checked in with the ramp
controller, we were told that all traffic was being held for us.
'There is a team in place to meet the aircraft', we were told. It
looked like it was all coming together, then I realized that once we
turned the seat belt sign off, everyone would stand up at once and
delay the family from getting off the airplane. As we approached our
gate, I asked the copilot to tell the ramp controller we were going
to stop short of the gate to make an announcement to the passengers.
He did that and the ramp controller said, 'Take your time.'
I stopped the aircraft and set the parking brake. I pushed the
public address button and said, 'Ladies and gentleman, this is your
Captain speaking I have stopped short of our gate to make a special
announcement. We have a passenger on board who deserves our honor and
respect. His Name is Private XXXXXX, a soldier who recently lost
his life. Private XXXXXX is under your feet in the cargo hold.
Escorting him today is Army Sergeant XXXXXXX. Also, on board are
his father, mother, wife, and daughter. Your entire flight crew is
asking for all passengers to remain in their seats to allow the
family to exit the aircraft first. Thank you.'
We continued the turn to the gate, came to a stop and started our
shutdown procedures. A couple of minutes later I opened the cockpit
door. I found the two forward flight attendants crying, something
you just do not see. I was told that after we came to a stop, every
passenger on the aircraft stayed in their seats, waiting for the
family to exit the aircraft.
When the family got up and gathered their things, a passenger slowly
started to clap his hands. Moments later more passengers joined in
and soon the entire aircraft was clapping. Words of 'God Bless
You', I'm sorry, thank you, be proud, and other kind words were
uttered to the family as they made their way down the aisle and out
of the airplane. They were escorted down to the ramp to finally be
with their loved one.
Many of the passengers disembarking thanked me for the announcement
I had made. They were just words, I told them, I could say them
over and over again, but nothing I say will bring back that brave
soldier.
I respectfully ask that all of you reflect on this event and the
sacrifices that millions of our men and women have made to ensure
our freedom and safety in these United States of AMERICA .
Foot note:
As a Viet Nam Veteran I can only think of all the veterans including
the ones that rode below the deck on their way home and how they were
treated. When I read things like this I am proud that our country has
not turned their backs on our soldiers returning from the various war
zones today and give them the respect they so deserve.
I know every one who has served their country who reads this will have
tears in their eyes, including me.
Prayer chain for our Military... Don't break it!
Please send this on after a short prayer.. Prayer for our soldiers
Don't break it!
Prayer:
'Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they
protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they
perform for us in our time of need. Amen..'
Of all the gifts you could give a
Marine, Soldier, Sailor, Airman, & others deployed in harm's way,
prayer is the very best one.
GOD BLESS YOU!!!
I know this has been posted before. But, with tomorrow being FLAG DAY I just wanted to say a great big thank you to our military either retired or active or semi.........................without them we would not have a Flag Day.
Thank you to all who served. God bless you.
Cemetery Watchman .....
I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's. Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 1655. Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are closed for the day. Full dress was hot in the August sun. Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever--the heat and humidity at the same level--both too high.
I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace.. An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed; she had a cane and a sheaf of flowers--about four or five bunches as best I could tell.
I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste: 'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!' But for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in.
Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along, we might make it to Smokey's in time.
I broke post attention. My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight: middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery.
I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint.
'Ma'am,may I assist you in any way?'
She took long enough to answer.
'Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow these days.'
'My pleasure, ma'am.' Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.
She looked again. 'Marine, where were you stationed?'
' Vietnam , ma'am.. Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.'
She looked at me closer. 'Wounded in action, I see. Well done, Marine. I'll be as quick as I can.'
I lied a little bigger: 'No hurry, ma'am.'
She smiled and winked at me. 'Son, I'm 85-years-old and I can tell a lie from a long way off.. Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've a few Marines I'd like to see one more time.'
'Yes, ma 'am. At your service.'
She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the flowers out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone. She murmured something I couldn't quite make out.. The name on the marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC: France 1918.
She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone. I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek. She put a bunch on a stone; the name was Stephen X.Davidson, USMC, 1943.
She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone, Stanley J. Wieserman, USMC, 1944..
She paused for a second. 'Two more, son, and we'll be done'
I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, ma'am. Take your time.'
She looked confused.. 'Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have lost my way.'
I pointed with my chin. 'That way, ma'am.'
'Oh!' she chuckled quietly. 'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.'
She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch onLarry Wieserman, USMC, 1968, and the last on Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970. She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out.
'OK, son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home.'
Yes, ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?'
She paused. 'Yes, Donald Davidsonwas my father, Stephen was my uncle, Stanley was my husband,Larry and Darrel were our sons. All killed in action, all marines.'
She stopped. Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know. She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully. I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it over to Kevin, waiting by the car.
'Get to the 'Out' gate quick.. I have something I've got to do.'
Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him. He broke the rules to get us there down the service road. We beat her. She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet.
'Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost. Follow my lead.' I humped it across the drive to the other post.
When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice: 'TehenHut! Present Haaaarms!'
I have to hand it to Kevin; he never blinked an eye--full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud. She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing duty, honor and sacrifice.
I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.
Instead of 'The End,' just think of 'Taps.'
As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer: 'Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas. Hold them in your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.'
Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.
'In God We Trust.'
Sorry about your monitor; it made mine blurry too!
Thank you Teresa, this is one of the most powerful video's yet! Tears are still running and I am so proud
to say that my Dad fought for me and you and I sometimes wonder if I was worth it..........Ok, Yes, I am
but, somedays I shake my head in wonder.
God bless our men and women who DO fight for us.
Just wanted to share something I was lucky enough to be a part of today! Flint Oak is hosting the "Kansas Salutes the troops" this weekend. There are 12 soldiers that were wounded in Iraq. I cannot put into words what it was like to sit in the same room and hear what these men gave for our country. And then to have a man in a wheelchair (paralyzed from the neck down from a road side bomb)come up to my dad (Vietnam Vet) and thank him for his service was so touching.
To have someone thank you for letting them come here and just be normal for a day....what do you say to that????
Just seems like "Thank you" isn't enough!
I am so Grateful to all the Men & Women that have and still are serve our Country! :-*
My father flew in a big bomber in the South Pacific. I cant imagine the courage of those men.
Brenda,
It was a humbling experience to say the least and I salute each and every one of those warriors and tip my cap to Flint Oak for making it all happen. Semper Fi
Me, too!
FANTASTIC, JUST FANTASTIC! SEMPER FI!
Larryj
here - hear and AMEN !
This is very good. Definitely worth watching.
A good one Miss Bonnie
Thank you Jarhead, Sarge and Varmit (i'm sure there are others we are missing on this forum) for serving this country and keeping us safe! We would also like to thank Grandpa Fred who was in the Navy; Uncle Nolan who was in the Balloon Corps; Uncle Shotgun and Uncle Jack for their service in Korea; Uncle Jim for his service in Vietnam; Cousins Monty (Army in Kuwait) and Mark (Marine in Saudi Arabia); Cousin Richard (Navy in the Gulf); Cousin Cory(Navy support ship near Turkey); Cousin's son Steven (Marine, Afghanistan); Cousin Travis (just know he served); Cousin's husband Barry is gone for his 3rd tour; Cousins Ryan (Saudi Arabia) and Eric (Lithuania) both Army; Cousin George (Iraq); Cousin Tm (Djibouti); and all of the countless others we are forgetting.
THANK YOU!!
To all, young and old, those that have gone before us and those that are still with us.Thank You.
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Gene Simmons ( KISS)
This was filmed in Iraq at a USO tour of a US Marine Base.
Great Video Teresa.
Bonnie and Teresa, Those were both good videos. Loved listening to them.
By the way, the 126th Medivac Unit just went back to Afghanistan again. My friend Chip isn't with them this time as he was able to retire, but any good mental vibes and prayers would be most appreciated.Thanks
This is a restored Kodachrome film shot on VJ Day in 1945 in Honolulu, HI. 66 years ago,
So many of those wonderful young people are gone now.I was just 7 months old.My parents kept all the newspapers of that day. Thanks.
I am so glad that Jimmy Durante was chosen to sing. I loved him, nose and all.
Thank you Veterans for my freedom................God bless America!
It is so easy for us, as a nation, to forget what it took to get to this present day. When I hear people moan and groan about how we've lost 6k in the 6 years of war we're in now, I just shake my head...And remind them that we've lost far, far more than that in just one DAY in some of the past wars. If you have to engage in war, then today is the era to be fighting in...With all of it's problems and headaches, this is still the best country on earth!!!!
This is the song that radio banned stations from playing~~~~ :'(
AWESOME !!!!!!!
I am so proud to be an AMERICAN!
This is just perfect...........and "AWESOME!"
thanks t
Fantastic! It brings back memories of all the marching bands I was in when I was in school. We used to do formations all the time. We would practice everyday of the week and then perform during halftime at the Friday night game. A memory in particular...........
At Colorado State College (now University of Northern Colorado) we were invited to perform at the halftime of a professional football game between the Denver Broncos and New York Jets. It was going to be televised. Televised pro football was just really getting started. As we sat there watching the game, it began to snow. Our marching band depended on seeing and lining up on the yard lines in order to make the formations look good. I had a hole in my shoe. At halftime, we went on the field and must have looked ridiculous as we could not see the yard lines under the snow and when we got back into the stands I took off my shoe and held my butane hand warmer on my foot to keep from getting frostbite. Ahhh, those were the days.
Larryj
Ah yes! The best memories ever. I loved seeing that. Thanks Teresa!
We didn't play football in high school so our halftime show was on a soccer field.
UD had a wonderful band...lots of good memories, similar to Larry's. We did the snow routine also ...no yard lines showing, but we were able to use the side markers pretty well. We all carried the butane hand warmers too. It was a rather small band then, but Big Blue has more than 300 now. I'm very proud of them and still support them in every way I can, even after all these years. And no hazing either!
Larry,
I can remember having a hole in my shoe sole and placing thin cardboard in the bottom to protect my foot and help the shoe last longer. The cardboard would last a while and then another piece would go in until I was finally forced to buy a new pair of shoes.
Looking back, I am not sure whether I could not afford a new pair of shoes or I just liked the ones I had and did not want to give them up. Maybe it was a combination of both.
This was also probably around the time that resoling costs began to skyrocket.