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May 29, 2005

 

Here is the first of the two day Memorial Day Tribute by our very own Bill Walker, Dianna Doles Petry and Gary Jacobson.

 

 

 

Now on to the good stuff..........

 

Three British Flags 

Bill Walker

wildbill6807@yahoo.com

 

 

Memorial Day has come and gone for another year. I think it is kind of

nice to drive through a cemetery once in a while. Stop, get out and kind

of walk along reading what it says on the stones.  Most of the stones

will give just the name and dates. Some stones give more.  I notice on

Memorial Day  the flag on a service persons grave. I think that is kind of

nice. Maybe some day one will fluter on my grave. I hope so. I know that

will be about all I will get in way of something. I have no friends, or relation

any more that would put any thing on it.  I see a lot of old stones, all that

is there is the stone and the flag. Guess the later relation had died off,

moved far away, or has forgot, grandpa, and grandma.  I know I can't make

the trips to other places any more to put flowers, and such on graves. It is

too much, too many, and too far.

.

On the row where I someday will be. That is section 30. I will be on the corner.

southwest corner that is.. To the north a ways. I noticed three British flags.

There use to be one flag, now there is three. So I walked up and read the

stones. I see all that is there is a stone for one. The body is else where.

The stone told the story. This lad was lost at sea. It is a sad story. He was,

and the story says, something like 1,000 lost their lives that day.

 

They  were on a Japanese ship, being taking to Japan. They had fallen in

Japanese hands. Were P.O.W.s.  The ship was the Lisbon Maru. It was

unmarked as to what and who was in the depths of the ship, being

transported like, worse then cattle to some hell hole.  In the better section

was Japanese wounded. Those had food, water and a lot better view. 

There also was Japanese  troops being taken to some other place.

When the United States sub  Grouper happened to come along. The orders

was to sink any thing made in Japan. NOW if the ship would have been

marked as caring P.O.W.s as the rules of war calls for. It would have sailed

on. Unless it could have been stopped and those returned to a friendly

nation. Then the ones enjoying good treatment, may find them selves in the

hole.  The sub sank the Lisbon Maru. Very few of the English lives to tell

the story. Those that did live tell a horror story. Being trapped. . Those that

tried to escape a water grave, found the hatches sealed. When some

was broken open. The first men out were machine gunned to death. Seem

like the Japanese needed the life boats and rafts themselves.  A couple other

ships was looking for the American sub, having no luck. After a bit they

started picking up their people. Any English that tried to make it to a

Jap ship, was shot at, or kicked back into the water. Some Chinese

Guys came along and fished out a few. Some of the few stronger ones

paddled to near by land. Some lived to the end of the war. They told their

stories to the War Crimes people. Some Japanese paid for that day I

guess. It was a crime, no two ways about it. You just don't treat people

that way.

 

I stood there that day. Read the stone,  took down the dates, came home

and looked up the facts.  I thought how nice, three British Flags among many

American Flags.  Two nations that has stood beside one another in wars against

a common foe so many  times . There was times it looked very dark for freedom.

 

I went back over the week end.  I stopped once again. Got out and thought some

more about these people,  these three British service people. A few tears came to

my eyes.  I believe I seen three proud British returning my salute.

 

 ~**~**~

 

A Day To Remember

Bill Walker

wildbill6807@yahoo.com

 

 

I remember something a man said  a number of years ago.  He knew full well what he spoke of. He seen it in his life time many times over.  It came true for him also, more then once in his family. Life is unfair.

 

There is always inequality in life

Some men are killed in war,

and some are wounded.

Some men never leave the country,

and some men are stationed in the Antarctic,

while others are stationed in San Francisco.

Its very hard in the military or in personal life to assure Complete Equality.

Life Is Unfair.

John.F.Kennedy

 

I think he knew a bit what he talked about.  You see he lost his older brother in the Europe part of World War Two. Lost a brother in law also.  He could have been killed in the Pacific. He and his crew of PT 109 was lost for a few days.  He knew war first hand.

 

I was thinking about many others.  I know people that knew war first hand. I was thinking of one today.  She was a young lady many years ago.  She has a day to remember each year. The day so many year ago, the knock on the door. The telegram from the War Department. "We are sorry to inform you............."  The words many know by heart.  At the time it was oh no, there must be some mistake.  The hopes, the dreams are all gone.

 

It has been ever so many tears each year on that date.  The broken dreams that even today haunt her days and nights.  The feeling of a loss that can never be replaced, no matter who comes into her life.  It is like no other loss one can have. All the plans made under the starry sky is gone. Gone like the wind, never to return.

 

Each year rolls by, and on that date she remembers.  She was young then, just a girl one might say.  She is older now, but that one day she relives for a bit.  Some says a person will get over it.  Not True Love.  If she didn't have True Love, yes the memories will fade, and she will go on. Time is said to heal wounds.  I don't think it does for True Love. That is she goes on, but each year, on that date she thinks, and remember she was robbed.

 

I will not put her name here.  I don't think she would care for that.  You may know a lady that fits this story, up or down the street in your town. This has happened every so  many times in history.  A wife, a mother, a family is with out a loved one. It is a shame, but then Life is so unfair.

 

About 100 years before J.F.K.  There was President Abraham Lincoln, he wrote a letter to a mother who had lost five sons in the war..  He said in the letter he could not find the words to put on paper. It was short as most of Lincolns remarks were.  Few words said it all,  there is no need of a long winded speech. Much like what President John F.Kennedy said.  Life is Unfair.

 

A day to remember, may be the wrong thing to say.  One would like not to have it to remember, I am very sure of that.  We all have days we wish had never came about. These days do come about.  Sooner or later someone will bring each and every one of us news we could do without.  It is just a fact of life.  Life is unfair.

 ~**~**~

The Old Soldier Speaks

 

~Bill Walker~

Remember Me? I am the one that won you your freedom. I have been in the fore front of your battles to keep your freedom. I have lived a very rough life. Some times I have fought in mud, in snow, in rain, in hot dry places. Sand blowing in my face. I have been left to do the best I can against a foe that out numbers me ten to one. Some times 50 to me, myself and I. But we will talk about some of these cases as we go along here. Us old soldiers hear that some of you young people from time to time need a refresher class in American History. So us old soldiers are going to do the best we can, about telling our story.

Remember me? I was at Bunker Hill. I was at a few other places along the way. One was that winter at Valley Forge. I was the one with out shoes, with out much in the way of food. With out a warm bed, without that stuff called money. But with a gun that maybe would get off a shot about ever minute if my cold hands could load fast enough. We in the end won you the thing called freedom. Freedom to move about. Stand on the street corner and talk about the crooks you voted into office. We lost a lot of battles along the way. After all we had so little to do with. The mother country had every thing, they even could buy troops from other countries to come over here and do their dirty work for them. But we whipped them enough that they went home with their tails between their legs. We sure had our day when Corn whats his name gave it up at Yorktown. Now I got to turn this over to my son. He can tell you about his war. You know freedom every once in a while some one has to fight to keep that. Freedom to vote, freedom to go to the church you happen to like, freedom to gripe about the people you have in public office. The ones who said if elected they would put a chicken in every pot. The trouble is they forgot to tell you there is no pots today. Well the camp fire is calling. I hear Gen.Washington says congress got us some fat back bacon for the bean soup.

Remember me? I bet not. I fought a war called the Quasi War. John Adams was setting in the Presidents House [more on this later] Seem like that the French wanted to tie into us a bit. They got a fight going on the high seas, and a few other places. Any ways we whipped them into shape. We by now had a ship, name of Constellation. It defeated the French ship, L'Isuregent said to be a fast ship. Then it got the LaVenyeneince. What ever the name is. We waxed them both. The Frenchies soon learned we was no push over. So that war didn't last too long. But once again it was the American service people who kept your freedom.

Remember me? Well there was some people called the Pirates of the Barbary Coast. Well that they were. They has some ships that raided shipping along their neck of the woods. Even the British paid to go near their snake hole. Not us. We got our fill of it and President Jefferson sent the American Navy, with the Marines to clean out those rats. It lasted about 4 years. Just some more of the American Service people keeping your freedom to move about.

Remember me? I had to go fight the English one more time to keep your freedom. Seems like a few years back about 1806 them people was attacking our ships on the high seas. They would take men off and press them into serving their king. Well at last we got a bit up set with that and some of their other nutty deals. So one more time the American Service People is in the fore front. Now please note I said Service People. By this time we had a small army, a small navy, and those wonderful marines came into being some where along the way. Now our navy, lets talk about those few great names that came into being. We have the Ships. The United States. The Wasp. The Hornet. The Enterprise. The President. And the Constitution, [Old IRON SIDES.] She was such a great ship, she is still in service.. They were few, but boy let me tell you they were great ships. They fought them English out numbered some times 2, 3 and more at a time. And they whipped them English ships. We put many a ship down. Now go back and look at some of those names. There will be later wars and those proud names will be back. I will leave that for my great grand son, or is it my great, great grand son to tell about? Oh you figure it out. Well toward the end them darn British burned the White House. Now for all you young whipper snapers. The White House wasn't called the White House till after that time. You see it was the Presidents House or something like that. But after that it got some white paint to try to cover the burn job. Old Madson, he was running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. Lucky his wife Dolly had a brain. [think it was spelled Dolly] Well any ways she saved some of the stuff and beat it down the road ahead of those fire bugs. Any ways the Brits wasn't doing to good, so they got their selves some one to talk a end to the war. Any ways we won the Second war of Independence. So you can set at home and enjoy this thing called freedom.

Remember Me? Well it seems like a bunch of our people went down to a place we call Texas. They more or less was stomping on land that Mexico claimed. We would hear about the problems coming from there. But any ways after a bit that part came to be called Texas. Now it gets kind of a mess here. The Mexican people got a fuss going with these new people. Or was it the other way around? Any ways in the end here comes the good old American Service People again. Now it is time to pull up some names. We will talk about them later. Their was a fellow by the name of Scott. Better known to us Service People as old Fuss &Feathers. He was the general. There was a fellow by the name of Lee, Hill, Grant, and a lot more. Now Scott got into a battle with the Mexican army at a place. Was not getting any where. So he spotted a young man by the name of R.E.Lee, a captain. He told Lee to see what you can do. Well Lee did a bit of scouting about, and the battle was over real quick. Just real quick. The thing is we won a lot of land to make more states. We ended up at the Mexico City. They were only to glad to call it quits. More of this thing called freedom. Won by the American Service people.

Remember me? Well I am the one that fought the many battles with those real native Americans. The Indians. Now folks you should know these were bloody, and messy. Both for the white man and the Indians. These were never really ending battles. There was also a fellow who was making trouble name of John Brown. Seems like he was making a fuss over this thing called slavery. Now to some he was a wonderful fellow. To others well he just a crook. Any ways he came to Washington. He and a few men took a few people and held them in a old building. A man that was named before happened to be in town. By now he was know as Col.Lee. He got a call to do something. He rounded up a Lt.A.P.Hill and his unit of Marines. When the dust cleared. Mr.Brown was given a trial, and a trip to a rope. This isn't the end of the troubles. Maybe it is just a good warm up to the next war. But all this has a bearing on things to come. Another call for the Service People. For your freedom

Remember me? Well I may wear Blue, I may wear Gray. Just depends on what your thinking is. Let me say this. I fought in what ever color for not only what I thought was right, but in some cases for my little home, my farm, my family. I may have not cared one way or other about what some people says the war was about. It makes no difference. It ended up making the United States of America. We became the great nation that is here today by that war. Now that aside. It was a bloody war, it was a mean war, it was a nasty war. A man could find his self fighting, his son, his brother, his father or other family members. Each with the belief they were right. I as a soldier of that war. Seen each calling on the Heavenly Father for help in doing what was right. I think the Heavenly Father had a hard time with the requests. As it seems to me people on both sides were God fearing people. But the Service People on both sides of this case were called on. Remember this.

They were Americans. Men in Blue. Men in Gray. They were Americans ALL. And yes something called freedom got stronger. Oh I just got to get this in. You know the only woman in the history of the United States to win the Congressioal Medal of Honor came out of that war. Had a real lovely name. Mary Walker.

Remember me? I was on the Maine when she blown up in Havana Harbor., I was with Teddy on the charge. I was with Dewey when he sank the Spanish ships at Manila. We grew to be a power to be taken note of. We also got a few head ackes out of it. Now people say one thing, may mean something else. Also people hear what they want to hear. The other words they can't hear. But that is what us old Solders figure they keep us around for. Seems like the Filipinos figured with all the double talk they were going to have at last self government. Well here we go again. Good old American Service People has to go get in the mess that the political hacks screwed up. We end up with 70,000 of us guys over there. Fighting against people that wants some freedom. Funny isn't it?

Remember me? I was one of the Marines that went to Korea. Yes we have been to that place twice. Seems like they didn't care about buying and selling. So we got the call to go open up the ports. Another fine mess the political hacks get us into. But you people seem to elected them.

Remember me? The world is at war. The war to end all wars. Boy is that some kind of joke. Here I am once again, a old soldier, setting or standing in most cases with water up to the butt. In a trench. No hot food, no roof over my head. Fear at any minute of a gas attack, shot and shells landing near by. A machine gun raking my sand bags. You know we came over here a million strong. Our dear friends the French and Brits figured they would use us for canon fodder. You know put some of our troops in with theirs. Scream out charge and away we go while they have another cup of tea or wine. Well that didn't work. Thinks to that fellow from Missouri. Later known as General of The ARMIES. BlackJack Pershing. He told them to go to hell. He would not allow that to happen. We came over there to clean up the mess they started. We are Americans, we stick together. Well we went to hell and back a time or two. Maybe a few times, just depends on what you call hell. We had one American hero. A good old southern boy, name of York. Why he went hunting one day. He rounded up so many loose German soldiers. No one knew hardly what to do with them all. For a while they thought one of them was the Kaiser him self. Well the war ended on the 11th day, the 11th minute of the 11th hour, of the 11th mouth of 1918. We had saved your freedom one more time.

Remember me? Dec,7th 1941. Pearl Harbor. A Sunday morning. The Battleship. U.S.S. Arizona. Come visit my battle station. I still am there manning it. The navy says we are not on duty yet. What do they know? Some of us lived to fight another day. I was on the Battleship U.S.S.Missouri 2nd day of Sept 1945. I seen the papers signed ending that war. Between those two dates, many a American Service Person went to hell and back. Pure hell. If you don't think so ask one who served those years. This was another war to end all wars. Ha. But we held on to your freedom for you. Oh remember great,great, Grandfather, saying something about the names of those war ships. Well we had the Hornet, the Wasp, the Enterprise. Three great air craft carriers. You can stop and see my two Battleships when you come to Pearl. The Battleship Missouri standing guard near her sister ship.

Remember me? Pork Chop Ridge. The charge of wave after wave of Korean and their friends. The few against so many. Out numbered a hundred to one. The cold nights. No hot food for days on end. Down to your last clip of ammo. Yes we too have been to hell and back.

Remember me? I waded the paddies too. In a place called Vietnam. Snakes, rats, bugs of all sorts. Friend and foe, who could tell them apart? The little old man, the little old woman, yes even the child may take a shot at you. Your next step may be a trap. Your leg blown off. Yes I too have been to hell and back.

Remember me? Desert storm, Lebanon, Dominican Republic, the Cole, the Marines killed here, there, the mess in the oil rich countries. All hell and back. Pure and simple.

Well we could go on in deeper detail. Our bottom line is this. Remember Me? We fought your wars, your battles, for what? To give you rights. Freedom to think, to do things, to go VOTE. We bled and died in many place around this earth for you to do so. Now It makes us mad to think we gave all. And that old boy setting by the camp fire, eating his few beans with a smell of fat back bacon. You know great, great, great, oh the heck with it it you figure it out. He mad as hell. When he hears that you don't have the time or it too cold ,or too wet, or it is just a good day to go play golf instead of going to vote.

I wish to add a few lines to this, 

I am saying the soldier has been in the scrap, to keep your and my freedom. If you value your freedom it was the soldier, not the political hack who ducked out, by hook or crook, and got lost on which way he was to go to find the battlefield.

 

Poetry Section

~**~**~

Remembering Our Soldiers

 

I sit here in the comfort of my room tonight,

Thinking of the troops always on call to fight.

They're sons and daughters that parents adore,

So we pray for an end to this bloody war.

 

My thoughts are not for our troops alone,

Many countries have soldiers who are far from home.

They've all been asked to put their lives on the line,

To protect the freedom that is yours and mine.

 

Families wait for word from the ones they love,

They pray to the Lord in the heavens above.

They're proud and yet they fear what could be,

Their soldier could be killed to become a memory.

 

Let them be safe while they're so far away,

Let them come home to us safely someday.

They've given their best to this call to fight,

Please let them be safe as we sleep tonight.

 

Dianna Doles Petry

?©May 26, 2005

 

~**~**~

Welcome Home

poem at:  http://namtour.com/welcomehome.html
by Gary Jacobson ?© 2002
Welcome Home
I know it's late...but welcome home
To our nation's choicest sons
Who fought persevering might of guns
Who answered our country's clarion call
All giving some, but some giving all!
Sent forth to preserve my liberty
My land sanctified still because of thee
Still brave, still free...
Welcome home!

Welcome home my honored soldier
Gallant savior
Responsible for the very air I breathe
Who once dauntless, a beloved homeland did leave
Sent to battlefields nourished by blood uncouth...
Forsaking forever flowers of fairest youth
Your heart bearing grave spirit??™s brave
Sent forth simply, our way-of-life to save...
Welcome home!

Welcome home
He for whom there were no ticker-tape parades
No greeting hurrahs, or accolades...
No church bells peeling for joy
When on silver birds home came our soldier boy
No roses strewing the way
No hearty cheer hurray
No village lads and lassies gay
No laurel wreaths then, or now
Bestowed upon his loyal brow...

Welcome home
Accept now our belated, deserved cheers...
To silence now those protesting jeers
Haunting from dark of killing night
To dawn??™s purest light
Riding into the voracious maw of hell
Oh the stories of hell you'll tell
As demons you still fight within
Hearing in memory still that awful din...
Welcome home!

Welcome home
My modern day knight
Who fought with courageous force of will and might
Sought by justice to restore the right...
Sent forth to the land of the quick and dead
Held aloft his banner by intrepid prowess led
Governed by hallowed precepts evil men dread
Where in sweltering heat, mind and body bled
Because brave men their very life gives...
Freedom lives!

Welcome home oh lionhearted warrior
Noble soldier
Struggling through tears and fears
Lo these many years
My courageous brother-in-arms
Who boldly went forth into a world of harms...
For me...
God bless now your destiny...
Welcome home!

Welcome home
Honorable soldier who rode that bestial carnivore
Called war
That demon whose ravenous spirit viciously tore
At the very fabric of freedom
Rent to tatters in Vietnam
Before your time grown old and tired
Now dejected...disillusioned...respected...much admired...
Welcome home!

Welcome home
Heroes whose valor adorns in victory
Duty crowned with diadem??™s royalty
Echoing in hallowed halls of history...
He who by his good right arm mastered the foe
That peace, planted in hope, might surely grow
Stouthearted men who sacrificed all for me
I, at long last, your honored glory see
Oh valiant soul who helped very freedom be...

Welcome home! Welcome home! Welcome home!

 

 

SENIOR WRITERS

 

Agee, Vance;  Apted, Violet;  Baker, Kathy;  Batt, Al;  Berry, Nell;

Boda, Ginger;  Bryant, Sharon;  Buhagiar, Victor; Cassady, B.J.;  Crider, Mark; 

Deming, Barb; Goodier, Steve;  Harris, Kathy Anne; Hunt, Sharlette; 

Jacobson, Gary;  Kiser, Roger Dean; Kerens, Claudia; Jenkins, Pamela;

Liles, Norma;  Mazzella, Joe; Ojeigbe, Georgewaters;

  Petry, Dianna Doles; Roberts, Susan;  Shaw, Bob; Sims, Richard; Swarner, Ken; Vaknin, Sam;

Walker, Bill;  Walker, Joe; Warner, Gorden K;

Whirity, Kathy;  White, Robert;

 

 

 

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