Today is Veteran's Day in the U.S.

Oh, I'm sure there are more; I hope they check in.

And a salute from me as well.

OhmyGawd, Jes. I forgot Edgarblythe. Good looking sailor boy.

Here's to ya, edgar:



Artist: Diane Renay



Navy Blue



CHORUS
Blue, navy blue, I'm as blue as I can be
'cause my steady boy said "Ship ahoy"
And joined the Nay-ee-ay-vee

He said he wanted to settle down
And let me be his girl
But first he had to do a little travelin' around
And see the whole wide world

That's why I'm
CHORUS

I got a letter yesterday from Tokyo
And a souvenir
A walky-talky wind-up little China doll
That says "Wish you were here"

CHORUS

He's comin' home to see me on a weekend pass
A forty-eight hour day-ate
That boat he's sailin' on just better get here fast
'cause I can hardly wait

Till then I'm
CHORUS

Dyslexia is also a veteran of the Vietnam war.

Thank you Dys and others for what you sacrificed of yourselves.

Thanks, flutterby How could I forget that Colorado guy who is a mile high.

Dys, this ain't Denver, but it is a song that I love:



Artist: Glen Campbell



Galveston



Galveston, oh Galveston, I still hear your sea winds blowin'
I still see her dark eyes glowin'
She was 21 when I left Galveston

Galveston, oh Galveston, I still hear your sea waves crashing
While I watch the cannons flashing
I clean my gun and dream of Galveston

I still see her standing by the water
Standing there lookin' out to sea
And is she waiting there for me?
On the beach where we used to run

Galveston, oh Galveston, I am so afraid of dying
Before I dry the tears she's crying
Before I watch your sea birds flying in the sun
At Galveston, at Galveston

and for my brother, who never came home. I remember him singing this song:


South of the border, down Mexico way.
That's where I fell in love where stars above, came out to play.
And now as I wonder, my thoughts ever stray.
South of the border, down Mexico way.

She was a picture, in old spanish ways.
Just for a tender while I kissed the smile, upon her face.
For it was fiesta, and love had it's day.
South of the border, down Mexico way.

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)

Then she sighed as she whispered manyana, never dreaming that we were parting.
And I lied as I whispered manyana, for our tomorrow never came.

South of the border, I rode back one day.
There in a veil of white by candlelight, she kneeled to pray.
The mission bells told me, that I shouldn't stay.
South of the border, down Mexico way.

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Good bye good bye.

The only sacrifice i made was a little bit of skin and bones and blood but mostly i sacrificed my faith in the honesty of my government.

Yes, dys. Faith in yourself is more important.

And your boyish innocence.

Hi...Thanks, Letty, for your post and pm. I.m sorry about your brother.
I'm afraid that the only people who knew that today was different from yesterday or tomorrow were folks annoyed to find that the post office and bank across the street were closed. If there had been a Veteran's Day sale at the mall, they probably would have been happier.
There was an article in the WSJ today that started on page 1 (left hand column). There were a couple of short paragraphs about Jessica Lynch, JL the movie, JL the book deal. There were references to Sgt York and Audie Murphy.
But then the story veered off, talking about some guy who was a doorgunner on a (Huey?) helicopter in VN. He won medals then and he won more in Afghan (I sure hope he wasn't still a door gunner; he's my age for god's sake). Nobody outside of Tifton GA ever heard of him.
I'm sorry for the long post. Feel free to abort.

The article was continued on an inside page, but I never got to finish reading it. I think it was heading in this direction, but I may be wrong:

We, I, young and cocky, went to VN. The lads going to WWI, WW2 etc probably felt the same.
Fifteen months, ten days and six hours later, I left.
I came home physically in one piece and, despite some really bad days there, able to move on.
My memories of that time are on the shelf, gathering dust. Never forgotten, but not dragged down.

-john-326th Engr Bn, 101st Airborne

Salute to all.

John, Yes, Jessica Lynch, a sweet little West Virginia girl whose head was turned by fame. Probably no one remembers Junior Spurrier who won the Congressional Medal of honor, too, the reason being that he couldn't unprogram himself. Don't know what happened to that man.

Abort? My Virginia friend, that is what this post is all about. We may not condone war, but by damn we will always support men, women, who have been there, something that I have not been able to do except vicariously.

Coincidentally, it is Rememberance Day here in Canada as well. A firm salute to all veterans here on A2K, and to my grandfather, who was a field medic in WWII. You all did what you were told, but were never really told what you needed to know. Peace to all, and let's hope things don't get any worse, despite gathering fear that they will.

Ah, Cav and Montana.

Both so young, both so kind and sensitive. That's very unusual.

My father was a WWI veteran. I look at the picture that I have of that handsome young lieutenant who talked about Russel Hicks and his drama, even during war time. He never lost his sense of humor.

Hey, Daddy. Salute to you, too.

My Dad and father-in-law are veterans (non-combat) of the Korea years. My late uncle was a veteran of WWII (he went to Panama to help guard the canal). Here's to you guys!

I knew it was Veterans day! Thanks to all the veterans alive and dead, life wouldn't be the same without you.

Joe Nation
United States Air Force
6948th Security Wing
Intelligence Coordinator
1967-1971

Glad you made it back Joe Nation.

Yes, littleK. Me too. To G.I.Joe Way to go!

Jes, To your dad, father-in-law, late uncle and all those famous and unfamous...we do remember.