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This Is A Place Of Remembrance
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Remembering the poetry of GreyEagle!
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We became the sky
and violence,
and our hearts wanted
peace and love.
Time was a storm,
rain,
and thunder that took our dreams away.
We remained within all that was possible.
We saw the end of ourselves.
We stayed!
We remain.
CAL/ ...and the message of Grey Eagle...my Brother!
©LJKlaiber 4/03
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 A Soldiers Life:
A Soldiers life is one of sacrifice and giving
Ordinary men performing extraordinary deeds.
Deeds of valor and deeds unsung as many go to
Their graves. Unknown deeds of great valor.
Living a lonely life so that others do not.
A life in the cold and the heat, a life in the rain and snow.
In the heat of the deserts to the snows of Europe, to live
Without family so that you and yours may.
A soldiers life can end in an instant by either foe or
God forbid by friendly fire.
A soldier can die doing deeds of great glory or die alone
In a dark damp jungle, alone save for his team. His mortal
Remains to return to the earth, his family never to know his fate.
A soldier sacrifices his life so that you may live in freedom.
A soldier gives his self to his country and uniform.
A soldier leaves his family so that you dont have to.
A soldier lives his life quietly and without notice, serving
His country and his family with quiet pride, determined that
They shall never taste anything but freedom all their natural lives.
A soldier lives and dies by his mottos and creeds, from Semper Fi
To Liberate the oppressed, we do not leave our wounded or our dead,
This no matter what our leaders have said,
All must be returned, all must be honored,.
A soldiers life is one of sacrifice and giving. It was my privilege
And honor to have served.
©Ferret
 A SOLDIERS TEARS,
WHAT MAKES A SOLDIER CRY ?
WHAT MAKES THIS BATTLE SCARRED WARRIOR CRY?
WHY NOTHING MAKES A SOLDIER CRY.
NOTHING CAN TOUCH THE HEART OR SOUL OF THIS
BATTLE SCARRED WARRIOR.
HE HAS SEEN WAR AND DEATH IN ALL ITS TERRIBLE FORMS.
HE HAS HELD HIS FRIENDS AND SEEN THEM DIE.
HE HAS SENT HIS FRIENDS HOME AND WATCHED AS THEIR
MOTHERS AND FATHERS CRIED.
NOTHING MAKES A SOLDIER CRY NOTHING CAN TOUCH THE
HEART OF THIS BATTLE SCARRED SOUL. A SOLDIER HAS NO
HEART OR SOUL , A SOLDIER ONLY FULLFILLS HIS LEADERS
GOALS.
NOTHING CAN MAKE A SOLDIER CRY, NOT EVEN HEARTBREAK
AND LOSS OF FRIENDS ,NOT EVEN THEIR OWN DEMISE CAN MAKE
A SOLDIER CRY.
BUT A MAN CRIES, A MAN CRIES TEARS OF PAIN ,TEARS OF HEARTBREAK,
A MAN CRIES TEARS OF DESPAIR AND TEARS OF GUILT.
A MAN WILL COLLAPSE IN A SOBBING HEAP AS HE HEARS THE LAST
MOURNFULL NOTES OF TAPS KNOWING HE HAS AT LAST LAID HIS
FRIEND TO REST.
A MAN AND A SOLDIER ARE ONE AND THE SAME, BUT THEY ARE AS
DIFFERENT AS NIGHT IS TO DAY.
A SOLDIER CANNOT CRY, A SOLDIER CANNOT FEEL PAIN, THIS IS LEFT
TO THE MAN WHO MUST FOREVER LIVE WITH THE MEMORIES OF THE
SOLDIER.
©Ferret
 I Remain Third
First comes God, second comes Country and we, the Citizens, the people, are part of this Country. The Soldier places himself third; he vows to protect us, and he is willing to die for us. A lot of Soldiers have died for us, and a lot more will die for us. Soldiers belong to their God and to this land that we call America. Soldiers are very special in the eyes of their Lord.
The above words were spoken to a small boy in the spring of 1945 when WWII visited his small American town, by the boys Grand-Father as a way to explain to a small child the reason for the soldiers demise and the sadness that followed.
The boy grew into a man, as all boys must and when his country called, he served, as all men should; he served with honor and with pride in his country.
The man was an American Soldier in South Vietnam. He served in III Corps AO, in and around Tay Ninh, he served in places with names like Parrots Beak, Fishhook, Black Virgin Mountain.
As he served in tour in his AO, the soldier heard stores of other soldiers, Shadow Soldiers that no one ever saw; soldiers whose existence was denied, but soldiers that existed so that others would not be surprised and die.
Shadow Soldiers who lived and died in a dark green void.
The soldier heard of places like Ban Me Thout, Kam Duc, Kontum. He heard stories of hammers and saws and chisels; he heard stories of rattlesnakes and sidewinders. He heard stories of Texas, Tennessee and Idaho. He heard stories of Shadow Soldiers disappearing into the dark green void; Soldiers never to be heard from again. He heard the strains of Ole Blue testament that another Shadow had met his doom.
The soldier served his tour with honor and with pride for, to him, it was quite enough to be a soldier, and an E5 Sergeant as well.The soldier lost his friends to the horrors of war; he became battle hardened and to some calloused. In time, the soldier came home and settled into his life. His life was his God, his Country and in his heart he always remained third.
Then the unthinkable happened. His beloved country was attacked in the most evil and vile manner possible. The soldier wanted to go to her defense, to strike at and to destroy the evil that had hurt his beloved country.
It was then to his dismay and horror, he found that no one wanted him anymore, even if he was still third, he was too old; he had become one of the protected ones instead of the third.His heart and soul cried out, I can serve, I am the third! but no one listened except for one old Shadow Soldier who used to patrol the dark green void of South East Asia.
Just two old soldiers who would willingly give their lives for their Mother Country; two old soldiers that no one wanted anymore; two old soldiers who have found a kinship forged in the brotherhood of arms.
Two old soldiers who, until they die, will always remain the Third.
The boy was Caliber and it was his grandfather who spoke those words, The Third.
The above is dedicated to Red Cowboy and to all the other old soldiers who will always be third!
VAYA CON DIOS MUY AMIGOS
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