Written by: Unknown

       Veterans Day, formerly Armistice Day, holiday observed annually in the United States in honor of all those, living and dead, who served with the U.S. armed forces in wartime. Some states observe the holiday on November 11 and others on the fourth Monday of October. Armistice Day, the forerunner of Veterans Day, was proclaimed in 1919 to commemorate the termination (at 11 AM on November 11, 1918) of World War I. On the first anniversary of the truce, U.S. President Woodrow Wilson issued a proclamation eulogizing fallen Allied soldiers and referring to November 11 as Armistice Day. It became a holiday in the United States, France, the United Kingdom, and Canada.The holiday acquired its present name and broadened significance in the United States in 1954.

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Written by: Captain John D. McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from failing hands, we throw
The torch-Be yours to hold it high!
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

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Written by: Fred Lazzati

In the poppy fields where Veterans lie,
Row on row-side by side.

In the mist I hear voices:
"We are the Veterans of this land,
Fought for freedom,now we take our stand.
We looked those strangers in the eye,
All fought while others died.
We never looked back in the face of danger,
But we know we beat that fearsome stranger."

I hear the enemy general's line saying:
"Charge! Charge! Don't let them in,
Because war is hell and hell is sin."
Then the erratic rifle fire ceases,
And silence, silence, silence.

We are the Veterans in ash we lie.
On burning grounds of poppy fields.
But we never stopped,
Because we would never yield.
We protected this land with our very best,
But now it's time for us to rest.
For we are many.

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Author: Unknown

The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass,
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"

The soldier squared his shoulders and
said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here,
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod,
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."

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Author: Unknown

Don't grieve for me, for now I am free,
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took his hand when I heard Him call,
I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day,
to laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
I found that peace at the close of day.

If my parting has left a void,
then fill it with remembered joys.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
ah yes, these things I too will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much.
Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief.
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your hearts and share with me.
God wanted me now; He set me free.


Written by: Cadet Major Kelly

I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
And then He stood at ease.

I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert.
He'd stand out in any crowd.

I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?

How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom is not free.

I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still.
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.

I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.

I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No freedom is not free.


Written by: Unknown

         Life without that of one who serves their country proud, freely, and valantly would be a life void of love, dreams, freedom, a life void of the many treasures so many of us call life. Children, mates, cars, boats, planes, photos, books, stories, smiles, all a part of life. To those of you wear the uniform of your country with pride today, and for those of you who wore the uniform in days past, these few words go out to you, and hope they bring life in its fullness unto you and yours. You gave of yourself, to protect and keep that life which you had learned and begun to love. You gave of your family, you gave of your life, some came home, some never did, some live in our memories, some in our tears, taken in life both young and old, no score card to determine who went and who returned. So accept these simple words of thanks. THANK YOU...



Written by: Heather Christy, North Carolina

Today our nation watched as disaster did strike
Fire and ash covered the sky well into the night
We listened to the screams of victims and onlookers around
When we watched as the World Trade Towers fell to the ground
Listening to reports of brave firemen and police losing their lives
While in the buildings trying to help victims survive
Truly this is the day "The Eagle Cried".

Praying for the victims and their families as the day turns to night
As we watched the Towers and the Pentagon burn in fright
This day will be etched in our minds for years to come
We will remember this day forever, September 11, 2001.
We will look back on this day with heavy hearts and tear filled eyes
Cause this is truly "The Day The Eagle Cried"


To hear Kate Smith's rendition of "God Bless America" click on the play button. No one, I repeat, no one can sing this song the way Kate Smith did. It makes one proud to be an American.


For Korean War Veterans or for that matter any one interested in the Korean War. Please visit my Korean War web site. CLICK HERE

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