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Site Awards
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

This Is A Place Of Remembrance

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They Were All There


A dream last night, had all the guys together again without despair.

All those that were lost in the fights over there.

Ah, they looked just fine

As if nothing had changed in time.



They laughed and talked and told funny jokes

Each of them passed around a fresh pack of smokes.

What a time they had seeing each other again.

They were all so glad to be with each other, so long a time it had been.



Each had a story to tell

Not about death, heaven or hell

But about the friendship they all shared

But these guys except for me had not been spared.



My dream took on an eerie feel

For I couldnt get use to having them there so real.

For in my heart I knew they were dead

As I lay there asleep in my bed.



The watch was shared all around.

And nothing seemed different as they sat on the ground.

I tried to fit in and be a part of this reunion of friends

But my heart was heavy and I seemed not to be let in.



They didnt seem to even notice I was there

I spoke, and yelled but notice me not did they dare.

I felt so alone, so left out and wanted so to be apart

And the separation tore at my heart.



I wanted to explain what had happen to each

If I could I would trade places, but that would be a reach.

I suppose that each in his own way had relived his own day

For me I know I was not to blame, or at least that is what all tend to say.



Many a man lost their lives in that hell of a place

And I would have also if not for Gods grace.

But just before my dream had ended and there bodies again were claimed

Each came by and shook my hand; maybe I am the only one that still blames.



I awoke from the dream in a sweat

My dream of the night had a healing yet still with some regret.

There were so many that gave their all

Sadly all of their names I cant remember but their faces I recall.



İDavid R. Alexander

June 4, 2003

All Rights Reserved

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Light From Shadows

Always moving
quick
quiet
...silent

They move upon the dawn
wearing the dark robe of night

They live the wisdom of Owl

Few words

Silent feathers


Hands that talk
and eyes that listen


Some wars are lost

Some wars are won

....and no one saw them

there.



İCALIBER

June 2003

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Thank you to IWVPA

The Higher Trail


Burdened soldiers,

When you are feeling down,

lift your head and look around

There is a way to higher ground

There is a trail forever leading home,

paved with love, in each and every stone

The ones who travel it, do not trek alone

It is brightly lighted end to end, by caring

and there are friends, for burden sharing

It is maintained with honor and pride,

made wide enough for side by side

Gallant soldiers, journey on

Leave the past, it is gone

Soldiers,heed the words I say...

Walk proudly as you go on your way

Know that we are so proud of you

for always,yesterday and today,

and when your course of time has run

History will record your rewards in stone

and it will read.......

'Well done... Welcome home'




İFaye Sizemore 6/3/03

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'Bowlegs' Dreaming

In the night
where the Moon rides,

Old Warriors dream
as they water the horses
for the young

who ride
the Battlefields of
tomorrow.

They prepare the dawn
for the sunrise
of birds.

They place an old hat
upon the Sun.

They remember
their old time
.... of wounds
and pain!

..... the scars!

..... touching them again,
they remember
when they were
young.



İCALIBER/RC

Jun 5 2003

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PAINTED PONY...(for JL..EH..and the 3ID)

 
I NEVER THOUGHT
OF BEING TIRED
...OR OLD.

I WAS RIDING
FAST

INTO THE WIND
SO LONG AGO

WHEN THE RIDE WAS
A FAST HORSE OF LIFE AND DEATH

 
THAT CARRIED ME INTO WAR
AND HOME AGAIN.

I MISS THAT RIDE.
THE PAINTED PONY WAS LIFE

...SO FAST

BRAVE
CARRYING ME FAR BEYOND MYSELF.

NOW
I SIT IN A CHAIR

REMEMBERING

SLEEPING

THE TIMES THAT HAVE FALLEN AWAY.
IT IS A STRANGE AND SILENT JOURNEY

...GOING HOME.

I LOOK FOR MYSELF
IN THE MIRROR OF AGE

GAUNT

AND SILVERHAIRED

DREAMING...
...................DREAMING.


...ONLY THE EYES REMAIN.

İCAL/RC
Jun 2003 JCH

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These Things

Dreams, schemes and funny things
These are the things that keeps us sane.
Memories, nightmares and sad times
These are the things that blow our minds.

God, little children and that special mate
These are the things that help us relate.
Politicians, cheats and thieves
These are the things that make us grieve.

Brothers, Sisters and veterans of war
These are the things that help us realize what we fought for.
Wannabes, draft dodgers and traitors
These are the things that could make us haters.

God love, family and flag
These are the things that make us brag.
Evil, disease and being betrayed
These are the things that cause our blood to run cold and many to be swayed.

Defense, strength and right
These are the things that make us fight.
Surrender, weakness of position and just plain wrong
The exception to these things gives our military the will to be strong.


These things we hold to be self-evident
These things caused many lives to be spent.
A military well armed, trained and ready
These things hold the country together and steady.


İDavid R. Alexander
June 8, 2003
All Rights Reserved









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WHAT PRICE LIBERTY

What have we lost?
What was the cost?
When one lets another group take our property.


Liberty!

What did all those veterans fight for?
What was the reason they fought until they won the war?
When a lot of us hid behind a false doctrine of leave them be.


Liberty!

Where were all of those that couldnt see?
Where were the anti-war groups that jeered with glee?
Where are the protestors that spit up on the veterans that fought for you and me?


Hiding behind our Liberty!

Liberty is personal freedom from servitude or confinement, an act of undue intimacy.
Liberty is immunity from arbitrary exercise of authority.
Even to protect those that gave nothing but grief.


Now we can all hold high our Liberty.

İDavid Alexander
May 05, 2003

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Tecumseh dreams....

Oh!
.....great Cougar
crouching in history!

Cat warrior
of the Shawnee.

Drops of blood yet flow,
as the river becomes
old,
and the ways we loved
die into the Sunset.

The old ways have become
just our dreaming,
.......late at night.

Many have stolen the treasure
you gave to your people.

Yet your blood remains,
...........and not afraid.

Laughing into a dark storm,

.... forever laughing
as it kisses the dream of the sky.

Cougar!

......alone within the cool dreams.

Cougar at home.

Remembering
.....me!


İCALIBER
Jun 03

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