Thank you ALL. We. Are so very BLESSED TO HAVE . ALL THE BRAVEST. MILITARY .IN. THE WORLD. Thanks for our FREEDOM WE ALL . Would not be Free without you and your sacrifices. ALMEN
Remember to thank .A. Veteran . As will . Me and my family . They are the Backbone of our . Freedom . They . Stay up . So we can sleep . . Safe from the enemies of our country . Thank you ALL . Love Bobby jean and Debbie ann . .&, Family .
Thank you! Free Meals on Veterans Day! And Root Beer! HAPPY VETERANS DAY!!
I just wanted to post this here in this thread as well … It worthy of repeating myself …
To all you you who have served I thank you for your dedication, fortitude and sacrifices to preserve and protect what all together too many in recent years have forgotten the significance of.
May Veterans Day be a blessing to all. Thank and praise God.
As a retired Coast Guard vet, I have studied the role my service played in WWII. One of those roles was serving as coxswains, driving the landing craft to take troops into or recover troops from the beaches, often under heavy fire. I wrote this piece of WWII fiction and sent it out to my mailing list this morning…
Memories of a Band of Brothers
Another sleepless night as the senior citizen tosses and turns, sweat breaking out, soaking his pillow. He lies still in the dark, staring up at the ceiling.
His lovely wife, next to him, still sleeping, her curly gray-blond hair splayed across the silken pillow, still beautiful after all these years. Thankful he has not disturbed her slumber, he swings both legs over the side of the bed and plants his bare feet on the cold tile floor.
He feels the spark of pain, a reminder of the event that took him out of that long-ago conflict. The shoulder still smarts, so he kneads the injury with one arthritic hand until the hurt begins to fade.
The old sailor stands and pads out of the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. As he often does these days, he sits at the kitchen table, staring into the darkness of the dawn through the window, remembering the dream that haunts him like a ghost.
Day or night, he still sees the faces, hears their screams, senses their pain. Images in full color, like an oil painting or news clip, playing over and over inside his head. He longs to forget, but some memories, like a birthmark, never go away.
So he stares off into the distance, remembering and praying for those who never returned, many now resting in a distant land far away.
His mind wanders back to that day…
The hollow staccato sounds, like rain on a tin roof, rake the sides of the heavy plate-metal beach-landing craft. Rat-a-tat-tatting nonstop onto the bow, or to port, or starboard.
He imagines a cannibalistic monster, searching for flesh and bone to crush, tear apart, and consume, showing no mercy to its prey. Hot, steel death, cutting down any who dared enter its path of destruction. The young coxswain fights the wheel in the pounding waves, bullets buzzing like angry hornets past his face.
Without warning, shrapnel slices deep into his right shoulder, and he cries out in agony. His face twists in pain as the wound burns with the intensity of a blacksmith’s red-hot poker, searing flesh and blood pouring from the gash, matting his uniform.
His good arm now hangs useless by his side, blood pooling on the deck, so he shifts to his left hand to keep the boat moving. Close enough now, he lowers the ramp, and the troops pour into the shallows of the surf, wading through the valley of death past the bodies of their fallen comrades.
He watches as they charge, slogging ahead, brave warriors facing the fire. Some fall after advancing only yards. His heart catches in his throat, watching the nightmare unfold in front of his eyes. He stands at his station, wanting to do more, knowing he cannot, for his mission is far from over.
With one hand, the youthful skipper backs the engine of his tiny craft hard against the pounding waves, pulling back from the beach. Once clear, he pivots the vessel seaward, heading back to the transport ship at full speed.
Time to pick up another band of brothers and return for the dozenth time to this distant land on the far side of the free world.
Vivid enough to smell the mix of blood and salt water.
Frank 264, YES. SIR. Thank you . And ALL . OF . YOU THE GREATEST AMERICANS ON. EARTH. Here’s ya ALL. A. Root.Beer. .ALMEN SIR. THANK YOU SIR. Yes SIR
BobbyJean: You’re welcome.
Frank261
I too would like to express my unconditional and unwavering gratitude to all the men and women who have sacrificed so much to serve and represent us.
Your selflessness, sacrifice and service is never forgotten by me. While I have never passed an opportunity to say thank you, today I ask that each of you here know that we love you, respect you and thank you.
May God bless you, those who came before you and those who will be our future protectors.
An undeserving civilian patriot,
ZoldFrog
Thank you kindly and most appreciatively, you are a worthy and deserving civilian, we do it all for you.
As with most of us that served, I got more out of it than I put into it. It was the best 24 years if my life. To sll my brothers & sisters in arms, thank you fir all you did or are doing
Thanks for your service.
Thank you ALL FOR YOUR SERVICE . GOD BLESS ALMEN
Ronald 150. SIR I . Appreciate your service and every single . Soldier. That . Put on . The uniform. . No matter if you went to WAR OR . Not . . You could have . Went . And you were ready to GO. SO THANK YOU ALL. We .The people . For the PEOPLE .by. PEOPLE THANK YOU . ALL ,&, ALL . GOD BLESS AMERICA and EVERYONE SINGLE. ONE. . ALL FOR .ONE. AND .ONE.FOR ALL THANK YOU ALL. Love Bobby jean and Debbie ann. And family. & USCCA .FAMILY
Scott 52 .SIR THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE . . SIR YOU ARE truly one of my favorite HEROES. . Love Bobby jean and Debbie ann and Family sir ALMEN . SIR
Johnny q60, SIR THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AND FOR YOUR PRAYERS FOR MY Debbie ann . SIR . Love Bobby jean and Debbie ann SIR ALMEN
To ALL OUR VETERANS THANK YOU SO VERY VERY MUCH . Love . Bobby jean . An FAMILY USCCA.