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This Is A Place Of Remembrance
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.
©David R. Alexander
June 4, 2003
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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.
©CALIBER
June 2003
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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'
©Faye Sizemore 6/3/03  '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.
©CALIBER/RC
Jun 5 2003
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.
©CAL/RC
Jun 2003 JCH
 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.
©David R. Alexander
June 8, 2003
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 WHAT PRICE LIBERTY
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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.
©David Alexander
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