The attached was sent to me on Facebook. I re-did it so it would look nice and I have it hanging in a frame. Don’t know who sent it, I’m sure something can be done with it. When I read it, it kinda struck a cord deep down. Continue reading “Struck A Cord Deep Down”
It's been awhile since I submitted anything. I just celebrated my 78th birthday and 61st anniversary of my enlistment in the Marine Corps. Last January my grandson Dylan Hattox graduated from MCRD San Diego and is currently stationed at Pensacola learning how to be and air crewman hoping to make Crew Chief one day. Ive enclosed a pic of him and me at his graduation doesn't he look squared away?
Philadelphia welcomes a new day,
Snow banks are dirty and gray,
The Sun’s rays reflect strong and bold,
November air remain still and cold.
Doubters still flourish in love of the King,
To the British ways they mindlessly cling,
Just a short note to say Happy Marine Corps Birthday and Happy Veterans Day.
A poem I wrote for the day
Our son PFC Vincent Smejkal deploys for Afghanistan November 1st. Please keep him in your prayers.
The Red – the White and the Blue are the true colors
of Peace in the world – Her glorious colors have been
defended by many lives – in many far off lands so our
freedom might live on – and on – and on
Old Glory is at Her best with the wind blowing sharply
and when you hear Her snapping in the wind – She’s
unfurling Her colors for all the world to see – She is the
sign of Freedom wherever She flies
Soldiers Wake Up! Soldiers wake up! Knowing there are missions ahead. A cold, distant, and dark morning, eating away at their bodies . In a strange land. Hesitant, they will continue with a gun in hand. There is no choice; they will rise with their bodies hurt and sore. They will watch out for each other on the field. They all know they must continue. Their minds are focused, straight on the task they so much hate. For they will be in the midst of danger on the battle field,Advancing with pain, injured, and tired. They simply ignore it. This is what they train for. Then after so long, with the suns beating rays battling them. They find this land dry, dark, and dead. Silent and sedate. That's all they knew. For they watch each other, like brothers they know this day's battle will be over. Injured and hurting with scars, and blood and sweat. The day will get dark and cold,The same way it is in the morning. For now they load up, heads held strong,with sorrow, loneliness, yearning, yet accomplishment. Their mission is done for the day; they mournfully eye each other, knowing they can't go home. But remembering sadness and brothers for they have to continue, the next day, and the next. For this is a war for freedom, every day. Someone has to pick up the pieces, a wife, aunt, sister, mother, cousin a family. They know little of those who support them. Let's show our warriors we have hearts. God bless our soldiers.
This is a poem being sent from a Marine to his Dad. For those who take the time to read it, you'll see a letter from him to his dad at the bottom. It makes you truly thankful for not only the Marines, but All of our troops.
We all came together, Both young and old To fight for our freedom, To stand and be bold, In the midst of all evil, We stand our ground, And we protect our country From all terror around, Peace and not war, Is what some people say. But I'll give my life, So you can live the American way. I give you the right To talk of your peace, To stand in your groups, And protest in our streets. But still I fight on, I don't bitch, I don't whine. I'm just one of the people Who is doing your time? I'm harder than nails, Stronger than any machine, I'm the immortal soldier, I'm a U.S. MARINE! So stand in my shoes, And leave from your home. Fight for the people who hate you, With the protests they've shown. Fight for the stranger, Fight for the young. So they all may have his greatest freedom you've won. Fight for the sick, Fight for the poor. Fight for the cripple, Who lives next door? But when your time comes, Do what I've done. For if you stand up for freedom, You'll stand when the fight's done By: Corporal Aaron M. Gilbert, US Marine Corps USS SAIPAN, PERSIAN GULF July 23 Hey Dad, Do me a favor and label this 'The Marine' and send it to everybody on your email list. Even leave this letter in it. I want this rolling all over the US and Canada and the World. I want every home reading it. Every eye seeing it, and every heart to feel it! So can you please send this for me? I would but my email time isn't that long and I don't have much time anyway. You know what Dad? I wondered what it would be like to truly understand what JFK said in his inaugural speech. ‘When the time comes to lay down my life for my country, I do not cower from this responsibility. I welcome it. 'Well, now I know. And I do.. Dad, I welcome the opportunity to do what I do. Even though I have left behind a beautiful wife, and I will miss the birth of our first born child, I would do it 70 times over to fight for the place that God has made for my home. I love you all and I miss you very much. I wish I could be there when Sandi has our baby, but tell her that I love her, and Lord willing, I will be coming home soon. Give Mom a great big hug from me and give one to yourself too. Aaron Please let this marine (and all our military)know we care by passing his poem onto your friends even if you don't usually take time to forward mail… Do it this time! Thank you. Let's help Aaron's dad spread the word…..
TWAS THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS
While forward deployed to Naples, Italy we (1st FAST Co. 3rd Platoon) were assigned to re-inforce a Naval installation in Gaeta Italy during Christmas & New Years 2000-2001. Half of the platoon were guarding the USS LaSalle while docked and the other half of us set up a reinforced perimeter on the small Naval base. During our time there, a number of us contributed to writing a ridiculous poem about Santa trying to get onto the base without his I.D.
TWAS THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS
While forward deployed to Naples, Italy we (1st FAST Co. 3rd Platoon) were assigned to re-inforce a Naval installation in Gaeta, Italy during Christmas & New Years 2000-2001. Half of the platoon was guarding the USS LaSalle while docked and the other half of us set up a reinforced perimeter on the small Naval base. During our time there, a number of us contributed to writing a ridiculous poem about Santa trying to get onto the base without his I.D.