Veterans Day Thanks

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is a music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncountered:
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables at home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end they remain.

— Laurence Binyon

I am wearing one of my grandfather’s WWII Dogtags today; the fact I never knew him makes it haunting as well as prideful. But I wear it for both of them and the millions of our father’s and grandfather’s who fought for what we have today, so that we would not be under tyranny or oppression. Our generation knows nothing of sacrifice (other than those who served in Iraq or Afghanistan). It truly was the greatest generation.

IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

- Lt. John McCrae

Thanks for your service vets and current military. I know many dont say it but we live in the greatest country in the world. Believe me I know been all over the world and we do. And we owe it all to people like yall thanks.

 to you guys for supporting us while we are over there. I checked this site daily for my Bama news while deployed overseas.

everyone that came before me, everyone who’s over there serving now and to all the future soliders that will defend this great country…
I don’t speak for ‘em all, but it’s people like you who keep us fighting…

…and now Caddy are the ones I know of who are here to personally thank. I’m sure there are many more that I don’t know by name, but thank you to them and even to the ones who root for teams other than BAMA.

Speaking of SDBama78, we haven’t heard from you in a while. Hope you’re doing ok. Post sometime soon if you can.

us and this great Country we live in!!

I’m still here…just been really busy….my commute is a very long one..lol…well there are some stop during my commute from Kuwait to Iraq and on the way back. This is the first time I have really been able to get on for an extended amount of time. Convoys are keeping us busy. Thanks for all of the support you and the others give to us troops. It is greatly appreciated!!! RTR!!