Dear reader, on this Memorial Day I ask you to take at least enough time to listen, read or just enjoy the music. This first part was sent to me early this morning from a battle-worn warrior that I interviewed recently. He told me a story about his father. His father drove a tank for Patton across Europe and this man fought in the Vietnam war and served for many years. He told me about the day his father gave him his dog tags. Then he told me a story about when he gave his children his dog tags. His father told him about why he chose to go and fight. This older, wisened warrior told me then why he chose to fight and hold the line. I think he felt that this video explained things for him. Maybe we can understand what they went thru better. One can only hope.
Please enjoy the music I added at the end of this. I hope you have a peaceful day!
Always in your corner, Josie
Remember me; I am the fallen Soldier, Sailor, Airman, and Marine. I'm the one that held the line. Sometimes I volunteered, sometimes I went because I was told to go, but when the Nation called, I answered. In order to serve, I left behind the family, friends, and freedom, that's so many take for granted.
Over time I use different weapons, a sword, a musket, bayonet, a rifle, a machine gun. Often, I marched into battle on foot. Countless miles, across whole continents. I had little water and even less food, but it did not matter. We had a job to do. Other times I rode to battle on horseback, or in wagons, sometimes on trains later and tanks are Jeeps or Humvees. In early wars, my ships were made of wood and powered by the wind. Later, they were made of steel and powered by diesel fuel or the atom. I even took to the air and mastered the sky in planes helicopters, and jets. The machines of War evolved and changed with the times but remember that it was always me, the warrior that had to fight our nation's enemies.
I fought at Lexington and Concord as our nation was born. I crossed the Delaware on Christmas Day in 1776. Freedom was on our side. I defended the Chattahoochee River in the war of 1812. I would stand again. In the Civil war, I fought with my brothers and against my brothers at Gettysburg, Shilo, and Bullrun. I learned that we must never again divide.
In World War One, I marched on the Marne held the line of Belleau Wood. THE WAR TO END ALL WARS they called it, I just called it Hell. In World War Two, I fought everywhere, from the beaches of Normandy and the Battle of the Bulge to the Sands of Iwo Jima, and the hell of Guadalcanal. I stood against tyranny and kept darkness from consuming the world. In Korea, I landed at Incheon and broke out of the Chosin Reservoir. They called it the Forgotten War, but I never forgot. In Vietnam, I went, and I fought, in the Mekong Delta and La Drang, in Kason and Hamburger Hill. Some say my country wavered, but I did not waver, ever. In the recent past, I fought in Grenada, Panama, Somalia, and other desperate places around the globe and finally, I fought in Iraq and Afghanistan and Baghdad and Fallujah and Ramadi, in Kunar and Helmand and Kandahar.
As technology advanced I used night vision goggles, global positioning system, and drones and lasers and thermal optics, but it was still me. A human being that did the work. It was me, that patrolled up the mountains or across the desert or through the streets. It was me that that suffered in the merciless heat and the bitter cold. It was me, that went out night after night, to confront our nation's enemies and confront evil, face to face. It was me. Remember me. I was a Warrior, but also remember that I was not only a Warrior. I was not just a Soldier, Sailor, Airman, or Marine, remember also that I was a son, a brother, a father, I was a daughter, a sister, a mother, I was a person, like you, a real person with hopes and dreams for the future. I wanted to have children. I wanted to watch my children grow up. I wanted to see my son score a touchdown or shoot the winning basket. I wanted to walk my daughter down the aisle. I wanted to kiss my wife again. I wanted to grow old with her and be there to hold her hand when life grew hard. When I told her I would be with her until the end, I meant it. When I told my children I would always be there for them, I meant it.
...but I gave all that away all of it on that distant Battlefield on some god-forsaken patch of dirt amongst the fear and the fire and the bullets or in the sky above enemy territory filled with fatal Flack or in the unforgiving sea when we fought against the enemy and against the depths of the Abyss. there in those awful places, I held the line. I did not waive. and I did not hesitate I the soldier sailor Airman or Marine I stood my ground and sacrifice my life. my future. my hopes my dreams. I sacrificed everything for you.
abyss. there in those awful places, I held the line. I did not waver, and I did not hesitate I the soldier sailor Airman or Marine I stood my ground and sacrifice my life. My future. My hopes My dreams. I sacrificed everything for you.
This Memorial Day remember me the Fallen Warrior and remember me not for my sake but for yours. Remember what I sacrificed so you can truly appreciate the incredible treasures you have. Life liberty the pursuit of happiness .you have the joys of life, the joys that I gave up. So that you could relish in them. A Cool Breeze in the air, the gentle spring grass on your bare feet, the warm summer sun on your face, family friends and freedom. Never forget where it all came from it came from sacrifice the Supreme sacrifice. Don't waste it. Don't waste any of your time on this Earth. Live a life that honors the sacrifice of our fallen heroes. remember them always and make every day Memorial Day.
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Written by Josie Jackson
Holistic Practitioner who loves the Constitution! I specialize in Cranial Sacral Therapy, Somato Emotional Release (trauma care & PTSD), Aromatherapy, Herbology & Food is Medicine! Tell me about your journey as a patriot! My show is about YOU!