Ace Of Spades: Why Language Matters In this article, Ace of Spades demonstrates how the writing style of "journalists" and other writers is purposely used to influence the electorate. He explains this far better than I have been able to do, but this is the foundation of why I could no longer be silent.
He was getting old and paunchy And his hair was falling fast, And he sat around the Legion, Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in And the deeds that he had done, In his exploits with his buddies; They were heroes, every one. And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors His tales became a joke, All his buddies listened quietly For they knew where of he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer, For ol' Bob has passed away, And the world's a little poorer For a Soldier died today. He won't be mourned by many, Just his children and his wife. For he lived an ordinary, Very quiet sort of life..
He held a job and raised a family, Going quietly on his way; And the world won't note his passing, 'Tho a Soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth, Their bodies lie in state, While thousands note their passing, And proclaim that they were great. Papers tell of their life stories From the time that they were young But the passing of a Soldier Goes unnoticed, and unsung. Is the greatest contribution To the welfare of our land, Some jerk who breaks his promise And cons his fellow man? Or the ordinary fellow Who in times of war and strife, Goes off to serve his country And offers up his life? The politician's stipend And the style in which he lives, Are often disproportionate, To the service that he gives. While the ordinary Soldier, Who offered up his all, Is paid off with a medal And perhaps a pension, small.
It's so easy to forget them, For it is so many times That our Bobs and Jims and Johnnys, Went to battle, but we know, It is not the politicians With their compromise and ploys, Who won for us the freedom That our country now enjoys. Should you find yourself in danger, With your enemies at hand, Would you really want some cop-out, With his ever waffling stand? Or would you want a Soldier-- His home, his country, his kin, Just a common Soldier, Who would fight until the end. He was just a common Soldier, And his ranks are growing thin, But his presence should remind us We may need his like again. For when countries are in conflict, We find the Soldier's part Is to clean up all the troubles That the politicians start. If we cannot do him honor While he's here to hear the praise, Then at least let's give him homage At the ending of his days. Perhaps just a simple headline In the paper that might say: "OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."
Pass On The Patriotism! YOU can make a difference
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable 'To My Country' for an amount "up to and including my life." That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.
“The Warriors’ Watch” ride to Walter Reed.” Photo by a young lady named “Butterfingers”This one was taken from the lead vehicle. It’s on I-95 in Maryland, just south of the Chesapeake House rest stop. The actual length was about twice what you can see there. I am on the right side as you view the photo, the second bike. In front of me leading is “T” , our WWR National Coordinator. There is no traffic around us because the Maryland State Troopers had shut down I-95 at the Chesapeake House to allow us to enter the highway safely.
"Folks, lend me your ears.
For those of you who are making this mission, I want you to be fully aware of what it is you are doing. Each time we do a Welcome Home escort for a young Military man or woman, we touch a heart in a way that will never be forgotten. We are showing those warriors how much they were missed, how much they were prayed for, how much they are loved.
GNSDC06—November 07, 2009 — I know that there are a lot of former Foster Youth that have joined the military and this song is my prayer for all. I have been so touched by these courageous men and women that I had to write a song about my feelings. In the middle of the night and in a moment of tearful reflection, I couldnt help but think,
"Since You've Been Gone" - Written By: Jeff Senour with rock band CTS
ctsmusic—April 19, 2009 — I wrote this song as a tribute to our American Heroes, who are are Veterans, Police, Firefighters and the families of these individuals who sacrifice their lives for our freedom. We shot this video downtown Phoenix at the Radisson Hotel, where the annual Run For The Wall motorcyle event stays each year. There are Patriot Guard riders, National Guard, Moms with sons serving in Iraq and Afghanistan, POW, MIA, KIA Honor Guard and Taps played by Vern, all in this video. Video filmed and produced by Rick Avolio and edited by John Biehl, International Pictures FX. CTS band members, Jeff Senour - Vocals, Guitar; Steve Howes - Lead Guitar, Vocals; Dave LeGassey - Bass; Joe McGinnity - Drums.
A United States Marine was attending some college Courses between assignments. He had completed missions In Iraq and Afghanistan . One of the courses had a professor who was an avowed atheist, and a member of the ACLU.
One day the professor shocked the class when he came in. He looked to the ceiling and flatly stated, GOD if you are real
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.
"Your son is here," she said to the old man.
She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand.The Marinewrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lightedward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength.Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.
He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.
"Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here.
When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."
I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey.His Son was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this Gentleman's Name?
The Nurse with tears in her eyes answered, Mr. William Grey.............
The next time someone needs you..... Just be there!
Imagine how much better our troops would feel if they had our unconditional support.
Canadians were being asked to rally round their military after CFB Trenton Commander Russ Williams was arrested on February 7th.The full scoop on that can be found here at Assoluta Tranquillita CFB Trenton Military Appreciation Day.
A Canadian military wife, Angela MacIsaac felt the need to speak out and sent the following to me......