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| June 1969 near Khe Sahn, holding a NVA helmet with bullet holes in it. |
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| Dong Ha Vietnam 1969 |
| Okinawa August 1969 Getting ready to go on Liberty. Discharged less than a month later.. |
| Doc Hudson our corpsman holding captured SKS rifles. |
| Dave Penn - my second radio operators in Vietnam. |
| Mac and I had just got the word that Nixon was pulling the troops out of Vietnam. July 1969-Khe Sahn Vietnam |
| Yours truly somewhere in Vietnam |
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| Abertina my first radio operator, served with me during Dewey Canyon |
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| Bangkok, Thailand May 1969 Ann and I , plus the snake, while on R&R. |
| This is the fateful bomb crater where the squad was practically wiped out that I should have been with. June 1969. |
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| In the bush 1968 |
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| Me with a Russian AK47 |
| Al showing off his shrapnel wounds. |
| I was calling in a fire mission in this clip. |
| I happen to have a camera pointed up when this jet had a faulty ignition of napalm . When I clicked the jet was totally involved in flames, but by the time the picture took it was well clear. |
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| Pardon my attire here, but we had just returned from a long hump and the temperature was 120 degress. D'nam was Hot! |
| War is a dirty job and I mean that literally. Sometimes going weeks without a shower or Rightguard. :) |
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| This is Cua Viet , where we had our in country R & R. Two days worth. |
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| Dave Penn and I near Khe Sahn- 1969 I'm calling in a fire mission |
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| Vietnam Pictures below -updated 08/08/02 |
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| Only the dead have seen an end to war. - Plato |
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| Hill 37 overlooking Camlo |
| Me and my untrusty 45 :) |
| Detached from Delta 2/12 to Alpha 1/9-me and Iby ? |
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| Vandergrift Combat base |
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| The Good, the Bad and the Ugly Phase II Phase two ( Phase two is God, forgiving, restoring, and the beginning of a new journey, with new eyes and a brand new desire for understanding ) began after my near decade long spiritual struggle with the Lord. I had hurt my back working at General Motors in Oklahoma Citythe summer of 2001; June to be exact. I had a foreman job, so the physical demands were not that difficult, except for the climb to the 58 feet level which was usually many trips a day. Over a period of time my back continued to worsen to the point of a collapse, and an ambulance was called on June 15. I had a bulging disk, very painful, but thankfully not herniated. Rather than have surgery, over the next months I began working with a physical therapist who I came to believe is anointed by the Lord. The job ended for me in August and I continued therapy into November. I was released by the doctor and began to weigh my options. The back was better, I could do all the normal things without too much problem, but a pipefitter's work is very labor intensive and the doctors split on whether I should retrain. I moved back home to Duncan Oklahoma on December 28, 2001. My rebellion had been total anarchy against God, I will spare the gory details. After 9/11 God began to deal with me again for the umpteenth time. Something was different about this mix, 9/11 had jolted the world and no less me. I believe it was my final wake up call. I began to cry out to God, praying and pleading. After being broken to the depths of spiritual despair, God had put the hook in my jaw. There was no other to turn too, but the one true God, creator - savior. My problem was beyond modern man's feeble understanding of the mind and went to the heart and soul, specifically my relationship with Jesus Christ. After 9/11 I began to consume everything I could about the current state of affairs around the world. In a few weeks, I had crammed the equivalent of a basic college course on world affairs into memory. I was operating in the sphere of understanding that I had an integration point with before the rebellion, which was my love for the study of eschatology ( the study of the last things). I digested everything I could on terrorism, the middle east and Israel. I was functioning on the only level that I could see at the time. Peering through the prism of a man who had been a spiritual island unto himself, for the better part of a decade, running and fighting God. One thing that shocked me was the lack of spirituality in the church. I was on fire and was aggravated to see much of the church stuck in that revolving door of space and time, locked into a structured, formal, endless loop of denominational tradition and rigidly formatted worship. And frankly, given the paradigm shift in the state of world affairs, I was very surprised at just how few eyes appeared to be looking upward. Some apparently think that things are getting back to normal. While there may be pauses and apparitions of normalcy, I do not believe it will ever be the same. We crossed a bridge from which there is no return. Jesus Christ is coming back and the only question that remains is when, and how much lies between us and him. Sometime in October or November I began to write poetry. Now mind you, this is a 52 year old Vietnam combat veteran, and construction worker, who had never really even considered the possibility of what was about to happen. I began with the poem "Sorrow and Hope" which was symbolic of the transition I was in. As the days rolled by, I would lose track of time, studying, trying to catch up in the word and on the web, then the dreams began and much spiritual struggle. In early December, for what seemed like a week, God poured out his spirit on me in a way that I had never experienced before. His love was showering down on me, authenticating to me my restoration to the body, and more importantly my lord's forgiveness and complete acceptance. Now being a Southern Baptist practically all my life, I found this unexplainable from my experience, there was no reference point, but it was wonderful, exhilarating and uplifting. I began to document the dreams, puzzled and questioning much. I also continued writing poetry, sharing many of the experiences of my life. I began to seek the lord on whether to move home, and ultimately made that decision, as covered previously, arriving in Duncan on December 28, 2001. I had not even considered starting a web page, had no clue on how to go about such a task, or no thought of it on returning. In less than two weeks, there were four web pages on line, the original pages were put online with no thought as to continuity of purpose or plan and were accomplished within a week and 100 hours work. There was the overwhelming conviction that I had to get this work done. Reminded me of the movie Close Encounters where the people were driven, obsessed with discovering their purpose, mission, destination, without really having a clue where they were headed at first. But as I looked back the clues were everywhere, and then came the Lord's anointing. As of today (February 8, 2002), I have written seventeen poems that are posted on my web page. There have been five documented prophetic dreams ( for the most part relating to God's purposes in and for my life). There are 6 web pages ( over 200 hours work ) and much more that has been accomplished since my return home. One of the poems took more than forty hours to write, edit and get posted. It still blows my mind at the work God is doing, sometimes just sitting back and watching things unfold. I felt that God has had a hold of the nose ring and I have been jerked in every conceivable direction the past six weeks. This summary of the beginning of phase two sets up what happened on Feb-ruary 6, 2002. This incredible prophetic word given to my sister ( at least a year earlier ) while reading the devotional book, "My Utmost for his Highest", specifically the February 6 daily devotion was fulfilled after I read the following excerpt on 02/06/02. "Are you ready to be offered? February 6 I am already being poured out as a drink offering. 2Ti_4:6 (R.V. marg.). "I am now ready to be offered." It is a transaction of will, not of sentiment. Tell God you are ready to be offered; then let the consequences be what they may, there is no strand of complaint now, no matter what God chooses. God puts you through the crisis in private, no one person can help another. Externally the life may be the same; the difference is in will. Go through the crisis in will, then when it comes externally there will be no thought of the cost. If you do not transact in will with God along this line, you will end in awakening sympathy for yourself. "Bind the sacrifice with cords, even unto the horns of the altar." The altar means fire-burning and purification and insulation for one purpose only, the destruction of every affinity that God has not started and of every attachment that is not an attachment in God. You do not destroy it, God does; you bind the sacrifice to the horns of the altar; and see that you do not give way to self-pity when the fire begins. After this way of fire, there is nothing that oppresses or depresses. When the crisis arises, you realize that things cannot touch you as they used to do. What is your way of fire? Tell God you are ready to be offered, and God will prove Himself to be all you ever dreamed He would be." Fulfilled exactly like she had written down in her copy of Utmost for the Highest, on the same page, same verse, exact date. Remembering at that time ( when she wrote it down ), I was in full rebellion, running, fighting the Lord. When I went over to share with her what had happened, she stopped me before I hardly had time to start. Excitedly ran over to the book shelve and showed me what she had written at least a year earlier after reading this same daily devotion herself, " Terry would give it all over to the lord". Then I shared with her that similar to what had poured out on me in December came wave after wave of God's wonderful, cleansing, purifying love. One last point, I moved back home from an apartment in Oklahoma City on December 28, 2001. Exactly 40 days to the day is February 6, and, interestingly, forty is the number for testing in the Scripture. Many of my friends and even some relatives, no doubt, think I have lost it. It is interesting that even in the church there is a spirit which can accept much religiosity, tradition, structure and formalism, but when it comes to the personalization of God into a living, breathing, caring benefactor who chooses to know us in the most intimate way, so many balk and turn away. It must be said that I have confronted my lord with the question, "am I straight jacket material?" There are not many options here, either he is speaking to me through these experiences or I am delusional and in need of psychiatric help. There is little room for gray in between these lines of distinction. Having examined the evidence and testimony that is available, my conclusion is that God is working in my life and has a purpose for this web site i.e. healing of the wounded soldiers, wounded Christians, downtrodden, those heavy laden and is preparing the bride for his coming. Others may come to the conclusion that I have reached a bridge to far, I can only ask that you earnestly seek at the Master's feet (2Cor. 5:11-15 ). 2Co 5:11 We know what it means to respect the Lord, and we encourage everyone to turn to him. God himself knows what we are like, and I hope you also know what kind of people we are. 2Co 5:12 We are not trying once more to brag about ourselves. But we want you to be proud of us, when you are with those who are not sincere and brag about what others think of them. 2Co 5:13 If we seem out of our minds, it is between God and us. But if we are in our right minds, it is for your good. 2Co 5:14 We are ruled by Christ's love for us. We are certain that if one person died for everyone else, then all of us have died. 2Co 5:15 And Christ did die for all of us. He died so we would no longer live for ourselves, but for the one who died and was raised to life for us. Regardless of what others decide, I have made the personal decision to follow Jesus, wherever he leads. What does this mean, this statement that is heard so often from Christians? It does not mean that we who are driven with urgency, or others who feel the persistent tugging have all the answers to all the particulars on the Second Coming or complete knowledge on any theological doctrine or question. What it does mean is that we have the big picture, we know our final destiny, our purposes and we have our marching orders. 1. We know that Jesus is coming for his bride ( the church at large, not the buildings or denominational chest beatings). 1Th 4:13 But we would not have you ignorant, brethren, concerning those who are asleep, that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope. 1Th 4:14 For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep. 1Th 4:15 For this we declare to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, shall not precede those who have fallen asleep. 1Th 4:16 For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the archangel's call, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first; 1Th 4:17 then we who are alive, who are left, shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air; and so we shall always be with the Lord. 2. We know that there will be a great celebration banquet called the Marriage Supper of the Lamb. Rev 19:9 And the angel said to me, "Write this: Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb." And he said to me, "These are true words of God." 3. We know our purpose in this life and the one to come is to glorify Him who formed and saved us and the way we accomplish that is becoming more Christ like. 2Co 3:18 But we all, with unveiled face beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are transformed into the same image from glory to glory, even as from the Lord the Spirit. Eph 4:11 Christ chose some of us to be apostles, prophets, missionaries, pastors, and teachers, Eph 4:12 so that his people would learn to serve and his body would grow strong. Eph 4:13 This will continue until we are united by our faith and by our understanding of the Son of God. Then we will be mature, just as Christ is, and we will be completely like him. Eph 4:14 We must stop acting like children. We must not let deceitful people trick us by their false teachings, which are like winds that toss us around from place to place. Eph 4:15 Love should always make us tell the truth. Then we will grow in every way and be more like Christ, the head Eph 4:16 of the body. Christ holds it together and makes all of its parts work perfectly, as it grows and becomes strong because of love. 4. We know our final destiny, as a Christian, is when we see him face to face. 1Co 13:12 For now we see in a mirror, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know fully even as also I was fully known. 5. We know there will be a thousand year reign of Christ to fulfill the promises to the seed of Abraham. This is specifically related to the Jew and God's sovereign will ( Rom 11: 25-31 ). Rev 20:2 And he seized the dragon, that ancient serpent, who is the Devil and Satan, and bound him for a thousand years, Rev 20:3 and threw him into the pit, and shut it and sealed it over him, that he should deceive the nations no more, till the thousand years were ended. After that he must be loosed for a little while. 6. We know that at the conclusion of the millennial Satan will be loosed and his ultimate demise is a foregone conclusion. Rev 20:7 And when the thousand years are ended, Satan will be loosed from his prison Rev 20:8 and will come out to deceive the nations which are at the four corners of the earth, that is, Gog and Magog, to gather them for battle; their number is like the sand of the sea. Rev 20:9 And they marched up over the broad earth and surrounded the camp of the saints and the beloved city; but fire came down from heaven and consumed them, Rev 20:10 and the devil who had deceived them was thrown into the lake of fire and sulphur where the beast and the false prophet were, and they will be tormented day and night for ever and ever. 7. We know the final reality. Then comes the final judgements of the dead, that every knee shall bow and every tongue confess that Jesus is lord. Phi 2:11 and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. Rom 14:11 For it is written, As I live, saith the Lord, to me every knee shall bow, And every tongue shall confess to God. Rev 20:11 Then I saw a great white throne and him who sat upon it; from his presence earth and sky fled away, and no place was found for them. Rev 20:12 And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne, and books were opened. Also another book was opened, which is the book of life. And the dead were judged by what was written in the books, by what they had done. Rev 20:13 And the sea gave up the dead in it, Death and Hades gave up the dead in them, and all were judged by what they had done. Rev 20:14 Then Death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. This is the second death, the lake of fire; Rev 20:15 and if any one's name was not found written in the book of life, he was thrown into the lake of fire. 8. We know that there will be a new heaven and a new earth, all things will be made new. Isa 65:17 For see, I am making a new heaven and a new earth: and the past things will be gone completely out of mind. Isa 66:22 For as the new heaven and the new earth which I will make will be for ever before me, says the Lord, so will your seed and your name be for ever. 2Pe 3:13 But having faith in his word, we are looking for a new heaven and a new earth, which will be the resting-place of righteousness. Rev 21:1 Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. In conclusion, I would encourage you that today is the first day of the rest of your life. If you don't know Christ and have that assurance of your salvation, there is no better time than right Now to accept his extended offer of eternal life. Please click here for Plan of Salvation. Postscript : As of today ( October 18, 2003 ) there are over 140 poems that can be found on the three poetry pages. God continues to work a miracle in my life and enriches each day with His precious and glorious presence! May God Richly bless and keep you! Maranatha Terry Presgrove |
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| Alpha 1/9 Killed in action (KIA) Operation Dewey Canyon January 20 1969 through March 31 1969 Name Rank City State Date (KIA) 1. John Baird Jr. LCPL Oaklawn IL 2/22/69 2. Larry Boehm PFC San Felipe TX 2/22/69 3. James Burton CPL Chicago IL 1/24/69 4. Fred Butler III PFC Miami FL 2/22/69 5. Randall Carlton PFC Harrington Park NJ 2/21/69 6. David Chacon LCPL Gilcrest CO 2/22/69 7. Norman Chittester PFC Falls Creek PA 2/22/69 8. Robert Christiansen LCPL Okla. City OK 2/21/69 9. William Christman 2NDLT Gaitherburg MD 2/22/69 10.Henry Dye PFC Auburn WA 3/11/69 11.Jefferey Faulke PFC Woodland Hills CA 2/14/69 12.Timothy Hall CPL Spokane WA 2/24/69 13.Buford Hardy PFC Richmond KY 3/10/69 14.Lee Herron 1STLT Lubbock TX 2/22/69 15.Richard Hodges CPL Atlanta GA 2/22/69 16.Anthony Johnson PFC Buena Vista CA 2/22/69 17.Dennis Moyer PFC Bethelehem PA 3/11/69 18.William Northington LCPL Prattville AL 3/04/69 19.Richard Parker LCPL New York NY 2/20/69 20.Samuel Parrish PFC Boydton VA 2/10/69 21.James Phillips LCPL ST.Louis MO 2/10/69 22. Richard Pollard PFC New Sarpy LA 2/22/69 23.Freddie Pote LCPL Hometown IL 3/08/69 24.Edward Powers PFC Marissa IL 2/21/69 25.Isieah Releford LCPL Yatesville GA 3/13/69 26.Douglas Sledge LCPL FT. Worth TX 3/04/69 27.Charles Smith PFC Okla. City OK 3/04/69 28.Allen Thomas PFC Youngstown OH 2/22/69 29.James Wiley PVT Chickamauga GA 1/21/69 30.Richard Zimmerman PFC Quincy IL 1/12/69 *Alpha company had an additional 127 wounded during the same time frame making a total of 157 casualties. 1ST Battalion 9th Marine Regiment 3RD Marine. Division suffered 70 killed and 351 wounded for a total of 421 casualties during operation Dewey Canyon. That number was approximately half the Battalion. Company KIA WIA Total H&S 9 1 10 Alpha 30 127 157 Bravo 8 62 70 Charlie 14 153 167 Delta 9 8 17 Total 70 351 421 |
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| Medals Awarded (A 1/9 - February 22,1969) Medal of Honor Captain Wesley L. Fox Navy Cross Lieutenant Lee Herron * 2nd Lieutenant William J. Christman III * 2nd Lieutenant George W. Malone Silver Star LCPL John R. Baird * SGT David Beyerlein LCPL David A.Chacon * LCPL Darrell H. Chapman SSGT Robert R. Jensen LCPL William C. Northington * * Posthumous awarded |
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| The Morning After Applause breaks out at the dawning start from deep within the many beating hearts; some are anxiously- contorting to see the yellow orb, twinkling, through the dense triple canopy. Yesterday's chilling screams, and the smell of burnt flesh, sizzling, has subsided. Men rousing, C-rat browsing, blood soaked gauze, with no mention of any cause; above essence of self, what glares from the Wall: are those eleven ponchos that lie in plain view; bathing with the morning dew; silently whispering a language that only they knew. Arouse, pausing for them to awaken; surely they are just sleeping, eerily surreal waiting for the prank and leaping, but they remain quietly still, lined up properly in formation - even keel. The covering remains inert, a snapshot that lingers, the shutter frozen, with the trickling fingers succumbing to gravity's entice; the tiny puddles racing, merging and colliding, vanishing into the thirsty soil, filtering through the dry, crimson stain, alongside future descendants: forever in vain. Fighting back cares, as the Huey vibrates above the trees, creating a hurricane size breeze; time to say good bye and promises to seize: "When I glimpse the angelic silhouettes cutting my, frazzled, rotten fa- tigues, feel the soft, clean, snow white linen, and the virgin smell of those divine, pearly sheets, that wrap my filthy torso: I'll doff to your valor with a tear my brother, then the magical thief will cradle me home, where childhood joy still clings to innocent dreams." Over seventy wounded, that boarded the choppers, saluting those brave young men cut down. Though they be forgotten by the many, even before they lay beneath the shroud; gnawing echo's of "Di bo chet," stir deep within the bowels, rallying the spirits of the warriors, who lived and fought with them that bout. Our souls in unison burst out with a shout : "That the very atoms will split, if we should fail, exploding right- eous truth about those loyal, trusted pals, judging us that day, when every comrade's knee shall bow." Laughing grandchildren commemorating your cour- age, redirect focus back to the names on the black rock's face. 'The Walking Dead' belated reunion of hand shakes and hugs, one of the highest forms of human communion, declares to all around: "that your lives are forever etched into our conscious crown, as much a part of us, as the blood that fills our veins; flowing as a mighty river until the last drop is drain- ed. You shall never be forgotten as long as there is breath contained. We honor and pay tribute to your ultimate sacrifice arranged, and glory in the celebra- tions of life that you claimed for us in the exchange." |
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| Me and the PRC-25 with an antenna - April 1969 |
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| I need help on this one - Dave Penn sittting far left, Edward (Eddie) D. Powers, Hooch?, ?, Far right - Jim Crosby. Many thanks to Joan and the Powers family For Eddie's name and to Tom Burback for Jim Crosby. |
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| If this work touches you in some small way, or there are some helpful suggestions please email me your thoughts. Semper Fidelis, Terry Presgrove |
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| copyright©2002 Terry Scott Presgrove All Rights Reserved |
| Forward - The Morning After The setting is the Vietnam war memorial and a Walking Dead reunion is in progress. The teller of the tale is looking through the Wall, back more than three decades to February 23, 1969. My sincere desire is that these meager words spoken, somehow give honor and pay tribute to those eleven fallen marines that died on February 22, 1969. And a special tribute to The Walking Dead ( Di bo chet ), the famed 1st Bn. 9th Marine Regiment. Hopefully, it will be a reminder to all of us who survived that day and served with them, to carry the banner of the fallen high, never allowing their memory to diminish while we live. Thirdly, it speaks to all Americans about sending their sons and daughters to war and the importance of the many (our nation) supporting this country's fighting men and women through thick or thin and not forgetting the sacrifice they have made. And lastly and perhaps most important it is a strong reminder that the ultimate price our friends paid demands from us who survived our utmost attention to live each day, each moment to the fullest, squeezing every ounce of life that is humanly possible out of each breath that remains for us. In his name, Terry Presgrove First posting : 08/01/02 Updated: 04/24/04 Edited : 10/19/06 Updated: 11/21/06 Edited: 10/23/07 |
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| The following is an adaptation of Charles M. Province's poem Freedom. Freedom Ringing It is not the lawyer, But the soldier, Blood spattered, Who delivers freedom of speech, It is not the reporter, But the soldier, Alive or dead, Who brings freedom to the press, It is not the professor, But the soldier, Who gives freedom to the demonstrator, It is not the solicitor, But the soldier, With God directing and anointing, That releases religious freedom, It is the soldier saluting, Serving under the flag, Six feet beneath freedom's path, Where protesters are allowed to freely burn the flag, That echoes freedom, triumphantly ringing. |
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| This poem is dedicated to the families of the men who lost their lives in Vietnam. Special thanks and tribute to the Lee Herron family, David Nelson and the Edward Powers family. Original Post 12/07/02 Revised 07/31/06 |
| True Love Loved by the family far beyond memory, So young a man to meet manifest destiny, Handsomely attired, proud in those dress blues, Joining a unique band of brothers in cahoots. The soul journey leads to the Ashau Valley, Worried sick they watch each evening tally, Just for the offhand chance of a frozen glance. No cell phoning home, but he was never alone, Through faith and duty he walked far beyond the call. How could any mortal man ever - stand quite so tall? His courage cannot be revealed in poetic pretense, The angelic bugler trumped precedence, The thick fog of war enshrouds the yearned for evidence, And more than three decades elapsed, We're still cherishing his past With an ageless final snapshot memorialized by theft. Reflections remain for those who are left, His youthful laughter may flee, But that smile shall never cease, As long as the good Lord allows our heart to beat. |
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| The following is an adaptation of Charles M. Province's poem Freedom. Freedom Ringing It is not the lawyer, But the soldier, Blood spattered, Who delivers freedom of speech, It is not the reporter, But the soldier, Alive or dead, Who brings freedom to the press, It is not the professor, But the soldier, Who gives freedom to the demonstrator, It is not the solicitor, But the soldier, With God directing and anointing, That releases religious freedom, It is the soldier saluting, Serving under the flag, Six feet beneath freedom's path, Where protesters are allowed to freely burn the flag, That echoes freedom, triumphantly ringing. |
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| This poem is dedicated to all those who served in Vietnam. Those memorialized at the Wall, survivors who had their lives shattered by the stone and never recovered. Some who have healed outwardly, but find that the inward wounds remain and finally the remainder who have had their square corners rounded, catapulted to heights they would never have achieved had it not been for enduring that watershed place. We stand together as one, all blood brothers, those who have met at the stone's face. |
| The Stone's Face Back in the world, eying the girls, Thrilled to be kissing that precious red earth, Warriors returning as the media's dessert, Family and friends notice jumpiness at first, They attribute it to us being hurt, But for those who were burnt, It is the nature of lessons learnt, The sudden life changing transactions Bring about strange rapid reactions, Alien detachment to normal everyday actions, Time creeps, noise no longer bullies in beseech, The amazing wonder of a good night's sleep, Moonlight frolicking, skinny-dippin in the deep, A wild ride that should have landed us in a heap, Weird emotional responses to those who care, Intellectual interrogation only prompts despair, After reflecting on friends who departed there, Some find their answer in the destructive dare, Thinking Humpty Dumpy could never be repaired, Others discovered they had already been squared, Appearing fine, but inwardly they stay inflamed, The remainder are ground to a rounded smooth glaze, Life is short and memories will fade, But all the blood brothers met at the stone's face, Forever engraved, in that watershed place. |
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| The Stone's Face Back in the world, eying the girls, Thrilled to be kissing that precious red earth, Warriors returning as the media's dessert, Family and friends notice jumpiness at first, They attribute it to us being hurt, But for those who were burnt, It is the nature of lessons learnt, The sudden life changing transactions Bring about strange rapid reactions, Alien detachment to normal everyday actions, Time creeps, noise no longer bullies in beseech, The amazing wonder of a good night's sleep, Moonlight frolicking, skinny-dippin in the deep, A wild ride that should have landed us in a heap, Weird emotional responses to those who care, Intellectual interrogation only prompts despair, After reflecting on friends who departed there, Remembrances etched, relived in that solemn stare, Some find their answer in the destructive dare, Thinking Humpty Dumpy could never be repaired, Others discovered they had already been squared, Appearing fine, but inwardly they remain inflamed, The remnant are ground to a rounded smooth glaze, Life is short and memories will fade, But all the blood brothers met at the stone's face, Forever engraved, in that watershed place. |
| This poem is dedicated to all those who served in Vietnam. Those memorialized at the Wall, survivors who had their lives shattered by the war and never recovered. Some who have healed outwardly, but find that the inward wounds remain and finally the remainder who have had their square corners rounded, catapulted to heights they would never have achieved had it not been for enduring that watershed place.We stand together as one, all blood brothers, those who have met at the Stone's Face. |
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| The Stone's Face Back in the world, eying the girls, Thrilled to be kissing that precious red earth, Warriors returning as the media's dessert, Family and friends notice jumpiness at first, They attribute it to us being hurt, But for those who were burnt, It is the nature of lessons learnt, The sudden life changing transactions Bring about strange rapid reactions, Alien detachment to normal everyday actions, Time creeps, noise no longer bullies in beseech, The amazing wonder of a good night's sleep, Moonlight frolicking, skinny-dippin in the deep, A wild ride that should have landed us in a heap, Weird emotional responses to those who care, Intellectual interrogation only prompts despair, After reflecting on friends who departed there, Remembrances etched, relived in that solemn stare, Some find their answer in the destructive dare, Thinking Humpty Dumpy could never be repaired, Others discovered they had already been squared, Appearing fine, but inwardly they remain inflamed, The remnant are ground to a rounded smooth glaze, Life is short and memories will fade, But all the blood brothers met at the stone's face, Forever engraved, in that watershed place. |
| This poem is dedicated to all those who served in Vietnam. Those memorialized at the Wall, survivors who had their lives shattered by the war and never recovered. Some who have healed outwardly, but find that the inward wounds remain and finally the remainder who have had their square corners rounded, catapulted to heights they would never have achieved had it not been for enduring that watershed place.We stand together as one, all blood brothers, those who have met at the Stone's Face. |