On Memorial Day  

ButteryDelight 58F
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5/28/2006 10:17 pm

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On Memorial Day


As I sit here at the computer looking back on the day, I am thinking of Great Grandfather Green Mize who was a veteran of the civil war and is buried at Vicksburg. My thoughts then turn to my brothers. Four of the six are in the Armed Services. 3 have served in Vietnam, Korea, Grenada, Desert Storm, Desert Shield and now Iraq. 1 left the Service after vietnam. Next I think of my sister Billee and how she served in the Air force. And lastly my thoughts turn towards my daughter Sarah who passed,her NASFAB with high scores joined the Marines, and did her Poole training only to change her mind when we entered into the war with Iraq.

I am humbled and awed by all that these men in my family have given in service to the USA. The many times they put their lives on the line so that I can live in a free country. I am also humbled by those I do not know, all men and women, the veterans that have given service and have been wounded or died protecting the freedoms I now enjoy.

I wrote a poem for my brothers when they left for Iraq. I gave each a copy before they left, but apparently I neglected to save a copy for myself.
I hate when I do that, write a poem and then don't save it. If I can get one of my brothers to send it to me I will post it here.

Until that time I will post the song that I sang, with the church choir. This song brought tears to my eyes.

The Mansions of the Lord

To fallen soldiers let us sing
Where no rockets fly nor bullets wing
Our broken brothers let us bring
To the Mansions of the Lord.

No more bleeding no more fight
No more prayers pleading through the night
Just divine embrace, Eternal light
In the mansions of the Lord.

Where no mother's cry and no children weep
We will stand and guard though the angels sleep
Through the ages safely keep
In the Mansions of the Lord

Well, I found out that there was 2 poems I had written for my brothers. This one was written as I was sitting in my room listening to an old Peter Paul and Mary album. Yes, people I said ALBUM. As in a 36 lp or record. I wrote this poem the night my brothers shipped out to Iraq. The other poem was written the night they called me and told me that they were being reactivated for duty. That was the one I wanted to post here but I guess I will have to settle for this one. I hope you enjoy it.

Will Anyone Learn?

Peace does not come with out force,
And a planned day never takes the expected or right course.

Men will forever consider themselves to be superior,
And women? Did God put them here to be inferior?

Time and the tides wait for no man,
And to be rich is not so grand.

To have loved and lived well
That is better then to not have loved and just dwelled.

Each day lived means another year older,
And a man full of faith is somewhat bolder.

It is better to give and maybe grieve
Then it is to only recieve

For every "why" there is a reason,
For every time there is a season.

Is it Hate or be Hated?
Kill or be Killed?
War or be Warred upon?
Only if it is so willed.

And so to the masses the question burns
"When will we ever learn"?


pearlnecklace22 53F
41 posts
5/29/2006 11:54 am

Buttery That was beautiful and and my Master who served at Desert Storm in the Air Force says also says its Beautiful and his thanks you


ButteryDelight 58F

5/29/2006 5:53 pm

Thankyou Pearl and SmokingDave for your kind comments. It IS a beautiful song.

Thank you for visint my blog. I hope you will come back again.

ButteryDelight


ButteryDelight 58F

5/29/2006 6:54 pm

Thank you MizHuny,

My brothers are looking for the poem now. But,like some men, they probably didn't save it..

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