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Lighter Side Of BPJ
Lighter Side #2
Lighter Side #3
LIGHTER SIDE#4
4TH OF JULY 2003
THE KOREAN WAR REMEMBERED /July 27,1953-July27,2003 50 years

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This Is A Place Of Remembrance

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Distant Daughter........{For Diane}
 
                                         I saw all of Liberty
                                             ...and freedom
                                        within your dark eyes!
                                   I learned of Asahel and Andreas
                 .........crossing over the Blue Mountains of Pennsylvania
                              ..and far from Pine Grove, so long ago.
                                       ...........leaving their home
                                                   and family
                                             to fight for Liberty.
                 ..........and I learned that all the cold of Valley Forge
                                              ...they endured!
                                               Father and Son!
                            Fought together, and marched ever on,
                                                day by day...
                                        .........til Brandywine!
                                       ...and there they both died.
                                           I look at you Diane!
                                            ... at the soldiers
                                          in your beautiful eyes,
                            ....Oh distant daughter of the Revolution!
                                              ...I look at you,
                                             and see them both
                                            within your heart.
                                 Sons of Liberty gazing from your
                                                     dark,
                                              beautiful eyes.
                                       To Asahel and Andreas
                                            ..I can only say
                                                   thanks!
                                                 For Liberty!
                          ...for this woman with freedom in her eyes.
                                       She has welcomed me
                                                      home.

                                       ©LJKlaiber Nov262002

 

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Save A Place
 
                                   Save a Place
                                  at your table ...
                                 By God's grace
                                   you are able
                               to enjoy the joys,
                          of this day -- of each day;
                           of loving and the love of
                            those who surround you;
                               all life's blessings;
                                    blessings
                                 ................. life !
                            Heroes hold your chair
                               as you are seated
                                   at the table.
                                They are those
                              who are not able
                          to dine or share the wine
                               today -- any day.
                                  As you say grace
                                   light a candle
                                  from the living
                                in Thanksgiving.
                                 Raise your glass,
                                  see their faces;
                                   but for these
                                 you'd not be there.
                                     For them ...
                            .............. save a place
                      .............................. at your table.
                         © LJB/ee 26 November 2002
 

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             Just Words...Just Words
 
                  Nights Shadows ,dark and shapeless
                       Days Shadows, stark and crisp
                       Mountains in the Eastern sky
                          Ocean to the Western Sky
                      In between, Cities of the Past
                 Now a City of today and tomorrow
            People who Age, People who remember
           People who remember a dark jungle war
             People as they age recall the shadows
          The shadows that dwelled in their Jungle
      Shadows who moved ever so silently, no sounds
       Shadows who left no trace, no trail in passing
      People recall when they were young and bold
       People recall the ledgends that are now old
                People called "Degar" and "Bru"
                  People remember the shadows
 Now here in Days bright light,a Monument to Soldiers
         Standing in front, kneeling in silent prayer
        Kneeling in silent prayer ,tears on his cheeks
        Aged Elder now knows his Shadow has gone
        Kneeling in silent prayer,tears on her cheeks
 a child prays to the monument to help heal her heart
     Kneeling in silent prayer, Monument of Bronze
              Elder, Child pray for the Same Man
       Of different worlds, his of past and the now
          hers of now and tomorrow and yesterday
             Two souls united by a terrible pain
        Two souls together , brought to together by past
       Tears of pain, tears of Sorrow, only 3 miles apart
 3 miles apart for many years, tears for a departed shadow
                If they had only known, only known,
              They would have met in the Daylight
      And the Elder would have seen his Shadow again.
 
                         ©smalleagle Nov262002

 

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Season's Greetings

 

Christmas: jingle bells and holly,

Santa Claus so round and jolly,

Cheerful songs and sparkling snow

Fragrant trees and candle glow.

 

Childrens eyes wide with wonder

As they survey their yearly plunder

Everyone filled with peace and love

And gentle blessings from above.

 

Over Iraq deadly birds soar

War ships ride at anchor off shore

For the moment we sing the hymn

Of peace on earth, good will to men.

 

Thurman P. Woodfork 11/28/2002
 

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Christmas 1967 

It was the night before Christmas, when all through the camp

Not a person was stirring, most were taking a nap.

The claymores were armed with great care

In hopes that Charlie would not be near.

 

In the world the family would be nestled in bed

While visions of Christmas Dinner danced in their head

But here in Nam our only hope was we wouldnt wakeup dead.

Not a word about Christmas was said.

 

The troops dressed in dirty fatigues, and me in mine

Tried to sleep at least for a short time.

When out on the perimeter a noise not much of a clatter

I sprung from my sleep but sleep didnt matter.

 

Fully awake from my sleep in a flash

Careful not to make any noise seeing Charlie make a dash.

There was a partial moon and was able to see

At least a squad of Charlie looking straight at me.

 

They were dressed in black, so lively and quick

I though for a moment I was going to be sick.

Swifter than eagles they came in time

But they were no match for our claymore mine.

 

From the top front of our position to the perimeter they did crawl

But once again our weapons and claymores ended this brawl.

So out through the night the survivors flew

And for this Christmas Eve Night we knew they were through.

 

The next morning to see the attempts on our position gave us pause

And not once did anyone think of Santa Clause.

But Santa showed up in that desolate land for our bunch

Because around about noon a chopper brought us a hot lunch.

 

First thing in a week other than Cs

So we ate and soon were catching some Zs

And thankful I was on that Christmas Day

Before the meal we all stopped to pray.

©David R. Alexander
August 25, 2002

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 ...............What Remains
 
                                   Gunsmoke,
                         ..........and fire smoke,
                        ..and the faces of my Brothers
                                  who remain.
                      Tears beneath a dream of freedom
                             ...and all human races
                              sitting beside the fire
                            that we built ...for them!
       ...........built from a common war and a common remembrance.
                                         Built
                     .... in the name name of Freedom for all!
                                Liberty!...still Liberty!
                                      And now I see
                                          that age
                           is restless for their freedom...
                                       ...that age
                                       is ageless,
                                    ..... and always
                              awaiting the very brave.
                                 Age is the eternity
                             of all of humanity.........
                             ...a flag of many colors
                             ...waving.... for liberty
                      ..................and all of the faces
                                of human races!
                   Welcoming all the colors of the human heart
                           .Black..yellow...red..and white!
                                                So!
                               ..............be silent now!
                                               Hush!
                               Liberty has come home.
 
                                  ©LJKlaiber Dec22002
 

 

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A Sunset and A Prayer

I followed the Sun and cold shadows into the woods today. I listened
to the river,
the Crow, the Hawk....and sounds of life and death and soldier
history. I listened once more to a War...so long ago, and it asked
me to tell you of a place to rest your soul, a place to touch with
your heart.
It is a place that gives love, a place that whispers to poets, then
blesses them with words to tell. It is a place where we surrender
our heart, and our soul, forever, to those who gave everything, and
received, nothing.
Go there my friends! Go to the Wall!

....and Welcome Home...to all.

©LJKlaiber December72002

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As Christmas Comes

 

As Christmas comes this year

I am reminded of those that are not here to share

Those left behind and those looking down

Those who now wear a golden crown.

 

Men and women that gave their all

To all of us big and small

To a ungrateful nation of politicians and worse

Now I take pen in hand and write this verse.

 

Christ gave his life over two thousand years ago

For those that scorned so that we would know.

A child of God brought forth on this land

To lift us up with his loving hand.

 

So did many of our fallen friends

Give their life with love, duty and honor that time transcends.

Im reminded of many friends that are not here in flesh

But that will always live in our hearts, their love to us refresh.

 

Feeling lonely and somewhat alone

Is not what they would want for us if the truth were known.

For not one man jack of them gave their life in vain

But for their fellow brothers and sisters to live without shame.

 

Just a thought for all in this Christmas Season

That love of God, friends, freedom and honor is the reason.

Lift up your head as if to remember

God is alive and caring for our fallen comrades every single member.

 

Merry Christmas to all is my lonely wish and those we owe,

And remember to acknowledge those that that died so long ago

Not with tears and a feeling of remorse

But to remember that they have stayed the course.

 

In Gods hand they now reside

And his commandments we must abide.

For one day we will be together,

When all of the weights of our lives will be as a feather.

© David R. Alexander

December 9, 2002

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 KALEIDOSCOPE.......(for T-Bone) 
       
 Cycles of violence!
..........death burning a bonfire
into the darkness
of memory.
War,
and torn men,
trees,...dreams!
Everything broken!
Your Christmas package arrived today.......
....broken cookies.....perfume
upon her picture,  and all her love for you,
....all for you T-Bone!
I opened it for you
...saw it all
in hiding...,
all that love for you,
and I cried.....and cried
for all the tears and silence
that will follow you home.
...cried
for their screaming  faces falling away
into the grave with you.
.....and I feel as alone
as death.
As alive as a bullet!
As dirty as this Damn War!
...and I just don't fuckin' care
....anymore.

©LJKlaiber December92002
 

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untitled...........(free falling)
      
 

                            There is something moving
                                  within the stillness
                                          there!
                           .........on the other side of death.
                        .........long after the Sun has fallen
                                  and is well hidden
                           within the dance of the Moon,
                              far beyond the night sky..!
                           I turn the pages of the dead,
                               and parachute into
                                    something ,
                               like whispering to
                              God!........or a bird
                                  in the night
                            that tells my heart to dance,
                          .........to remember dark dreams
                                and the night wind.
                                        I follow
                        upon the broken wings of the fallen.
                                           I fly!
                                 The silence of the dead,
                                           calling,
                                      beckoning to me
                       within the cool forest of the night.
                                   They welcome me,
                                       ...and once more
                                   I am the Old Soldier,
                                       .........silent!
                         weeping the history of the World.
 
                            ©LJKlaiber..December2002

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Troubled Mind

                           Find your conscience
                           Console your friend
                             Keep your sanity
                           Will we ever learn?
 

                                 Fight in war
                               Fight for peace
              Keep your sights on the objective
                       What does it all mean?
 

                          Competing feelings
                       Moral views changing
                        Feelings of remorse
                    What is the right answer?
 

                           Hunting, tracking
                           Planning, hiding
                           Fighting, killing
                          Is this the answer?
 

                           A merciful God
                       Demanding demons
                Souls marching toward hell
                   Which is the right path?
 

                       A nightmare in war
                  A dream of a nervous night
                     Memories of confusion
             Were we that young and in war?

                       ©David R. Alexander
                        December 12, 2002
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Selfish Thoughts

 

Do I remember or did I forget

Those for which I still have regret

The bodies of those laying so still

The faces of the ones that we had to kill.

 

The young, the old, the unfinished dreams

No one to mourn their passing it seems.

Fighting a half a world away

The mangled bodies I remember still today.

 

Remorse, anger, and distain

Those are all that now remain.

Duty, honor and country

Who did what and who did the commentary?

 

Friends made, friends lost

Gain ground at what cost?

Live, fight, win or die

Too many dead to deny.

 

Ask myself a question at this point

Who were we afraid to disappoint?

Two nations that didnt care

Both sides fought mostly out of fear.

 

Dreams at night that cant be washed away

Thirty plus years and still like yesterday.

Pray that relief is around the bend

And then out of nowhere you find knowing friends.

 

Friends never met, never seen

But regardless ones that ease your dreams

Those are the friends found within this group

Most have been there that one cant dupe.

©David R. Alexander
December 12, 2002

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One Loss To Many

 

Standing in the slimy marsh

Waiting for relief from the weather so harsh

Contact is a daily occurrence

Believing that this whole thing is a mental transference.

 

Rain, filth, steam, leeches and bugs

The heavy load that one lugs

A jump at every sound

Peace, sleep and rest cant be found.

 

Its been such a long time

To see my family is a dream of mine

But the reality of war rushes back with a shock

When a bullet misses and strikes a rock.

 

No one is safe it seems

No escape from this hell even in your dreams.

How long have we been strangled by war

Now the rain begins to pour.

 

Wrinkled, cracked and bloody feet filled with pain

Cloths that are caked with filth and wet with rain

Thirty young men on an unending mission

Seems it only ends with deaths permission.

 

Last night we lost one of our own

An old timer named Sergeant Sloan.

He was an old timer I guess you would say

He turned thirty years old just the other day.

 

No time to think about that now

We have to get out of here but I dont know how.

Its up to me to find a way to a clearing for relief

A mere twenty years old with twenty-nine men what grief.

 

If only I had listened and studied more carefully

Maybe I would be fit to be lead more logically.

These men are depending on me

My hope is that my despair they cant see.

 

With a desperate effort and a simple plan

We must find a way for the choppers to land.

Fifteen days without relief or support

These men of mine are brothers of a sort.

 

Now I awaken from the same dream

To late to change a single thing.

I live with this same guilt

No one can change the pain I felt.

  

Oh, we got out with only one loss they say

But I wonder if his family would feel this way.

The one lost like so many before

Mounts and multiplies with each like the one before.

 

©David R. Alexander
December 12, 2002

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