Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it was once like in the United States where men were free. President Ronald Reagan Fortieth President (1981-1989)
This nation will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave. - Elmer Davis
Patriotism means to stand by the country. It does not mean to stand by the president or any other public official, save exactly to the degree in which he himself stands by the country. It is patriotic to support him insofar as he efficiently serves the country. It is unpatriotic not to oppose him to the exact extent that by inefficiently or otherwise he fails in his duty to stand by the country. In either event, it is unpatriotic not to tell the truth, whether about the president or anyone else. Theodore Roosevelt
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Wow sorry I skipped passed this post in the youtube lryically free thead IWS. This song deserves another post here.... Billy Joel - Goodnight Saigon [ame= - Billy Joel Goodnight Saigon[/ame] http://justbs.us/off-topic-bs/30596-we-need-a-youtube-lyrically-free-post-2.html#post80399
Over There theme song Polish Soldiers in Iraq [ame= - Over There theme song Polish Soldiers in Iraq[/ame]
True story: ........................... So We finished painting the entire first level and all the way to the water line when it came time to paint the 21 on the front of the ship. Guess who got picked to go over the side? yeap.. yours truly. So I was lowered about two stories down on a boatman's chair with my best buddy Graig. It's a two seater. This information becomes pertinent later in the story. Our tools of the trade that we were using was some paint, paint brushes, some line and a boat hook. The boat hook is to catch a hook on the boat. Duh.. but when you do you pull yourself to the boat and end half upside down. I was in the midst of tyeing us in place when Graig let go of the boat hook before I finished. So he loses the boat hook in the water and we are now swinging back and forth. The Second Class yells to Graig "jump and get the boat hook". Of course he was clowning around. Nobody in their right mind would jump another 3 or 4 stories down into crap filled disgusting harbor water but not to miss an opportunity to be the class clown Graig jumps off the boatman's chair and into the drink. Physics come into play right about then. His side of the chair shoots up due to the lack of weight on his side. So I'm dangling precariously by my side of the rope. Everybody topside is having the time of their lives laughing their asses off at me. The threat of "if you don't pull me up NOW, don't even plan on sleeping tonight! I will kill you!" They decided to pull me up. Anyway heres my Rembrandt. USS GRIDLEY CG21
When I got promoted to Third Class, back in '09 (hey, it's '09 again! ), we were tied up to a pier in Long Beach shipyard. They took us newbies back to the fantail and threw us all overboard as an initiation. Same nasty water - this was before all the environmental stuff. The skipper heard about it and stopped them just before they could throw the last guy in. Unfortunately, I was next to last.
Found this on a site called "Together We Served" (TWS): THE OLD MAN AND THE SAILOR by Robert L. Harrison . July 22, 1997 . Greenfield, Indiana -------------------------------------------------------------------------- He was old and worn and a bit forlorn as he ambled through the park, He spoke to me and I could see that his eyes had lost their spark. His gait was slow and his voice was low as he asked to sit with me, And I answered him with a friendly grin, The sittin? here is free. He gave a smile and we talked a while and his voice was rather weak, But his mind was strong and it wasn't long til he began to speak Of yesteryears and I saw the tears as the mem?ries flooded through For he spoke of times and other climes as old men often do. He smiled at me and I could see as he glanced at my Navy blues That he?d earned his keep on the briny deep and paid his share of dues. I asked if he would share with me some mem'ries from his career, He said he might if the price was right, and the price was a can of beer! I?ve shipped on subs and oily tubs, on battleships and cruisers, Ten thousand mates and I can state not one of them was losers. LST?s on foreign seas, from Tarawa to Leyte, You name it, lad, I?ve been there, from Alaska down to Haiti. Liberty ships of paper clips, balsa wood and glue, I saw one break apart one time and lose her gallant crew. Marine Corps I took ashore on Tarawa and Truk. Oh what the Hell, for quite a spell, I've had my share of luck. One thing more, he said, before I move along, There ain't no air that?s quite as fair as the pipe of the boatswain?s song. And the place to be is on the sea riding a fair sea swell, With mates like you in Navy blue who?ll follow you straight through Hell. So here?s to you and your Navy crew who take our ships to sea, You?ve fought and died and never cried throughout our history. You?re heroes all and ten feet tall and your spirits never lag, You?re the nation?s best and you never rest in defense of our country?s flag! He rose to leave and I believe that he seemed to move much faster, His eyes agleam like a laser beam and his skin was alabaster, He glowed at first then soon dispersed in a cloud of misty cotton, A dream at most, perhaps a ghost, but not to be forgotten.
The Feeling That A Man Cries For? BY: NR Back from the ocean With a tattered sail, One mast lost In a blinding gale, Graceless men And the stench of ale, Such is the beauty Of a sailor's tale! Up comes the anchor From the ocean floor, Up come the sails As we leave the shore, Waves swell higher, More and more, This is the feeling That a man cries for! Wooden planks Sail and mast, Wheel and rudder, Off at last! See the rigging Knots held fast, The crows nest sways As the wind does blast! A ship sets off, A sky thief cries, And a twinkle grows In a squinty eye, Storms develop, Winds arise, Clouds abound, In a savage sky. Up comes the anchor From the ocean floor, Up come the sails As we leave the shore, The taste of adventure As a ship explores, This is the feeling
Re: We need a youtube lyrically free post [ame= - US MARINES BATTLE HYMN From the halls of Montezuma[/ame]
Fighting soldiers from the sky Fearless men who jump and die Men who mean just what they say The brave men of the Green Beret Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men will test today But only three win the Green Beret Trained to live off nature's land Trained in combat, hand-to-hand Men who fight by night and day Courage peak from the Green Berets [ame= - SSgt Barry Sadler, Ballad of the green beret[/ame] Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men will test today But only three win the Green Beret Back at home a young wife waits Her Green Beret has met his fate He has died for those oppressed Leaving her his last request Put silver wings on my son's chest Make him one of America's best He'll be a man they'll test one day Have him win the Green Beret.
One of our finest. At least she wasn't turned into razor blades. This is what silently kept us safe for many years. At the end of the cold war we had over 600 ships. We now have only 300 and Obama wants to cut military spending. I'm sure the ships we have now have probably double the strike capability but they still need to be maintained. Why do people think of what we could have done when it's to late? PS: God bless Old Salt and our service men and women of every branch. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Knox_(FF-1052)
