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Old February 27th, 2001, 03:26 PM   #1
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Old May 28th, 2001, 10:04 PM   #2
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From today's email ...


My Memorial Day tribute to ALL American Soldiers, past & present

Dedicated to the memory of T/Sgt. Richard M. Cole Jr.
and to ALL Veterans of ALL wars...

I am a whisper on the wind, of times past,
of places long forgotten, Valley Forge,
Gettysburg, Bataan, Pearl Harbor, Normandy,
Seoul, Laos, Saigon, Cambodia, Kuwait. I am the
heart of countless numbers of scarred and maimed
American veterans, and the soul of the buried unknowns,
I am an integral part of each white cross in
Flanders Field, and I am sealed within each name
on 'The Wall'. I am part of each and every
headstone of every American soldier in every
cemetery around the world.

I am deeply enmeshed in each tiny
undiscovered bone fragment of American soldiers,
left behind on foreign soil. I am the unseen
shadows, the unheard voices in those many empty
cells that once held my brothers in unspeakable torture.
I am the unbearable pain in the hearts of
every mother, father, wife, husband, brother
sister, and child, of missing American soldiers
from all wars. I am within each and every
teardrop shed by these family members for their
unaccounted for loved ones.

I am the essence of each and every drop of
blood shed in the past or in the future, by an
American soldier in the name of freedom. I am the
lifeblood of the colors of the American flag,
blue for my loyalty and unwavering dedication,
white for my steadfastness, and red for my pride
and love of country.

I am the spirit of those names on the black
Granite Wall, of all those unaccounted for in every war,
of those who went away to war as gallant young men and
came back, older than time...OR NOT AT ALL.


Beverly Haire 1998

Bev Haire

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*************I WILL REMEMBER*************

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Old July 1st, 2001, 07:19 PM   #3
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Things Carried

The Things They Carried

They carried P-38 can openers and heat tabs, watches and dog tags, insect repellent, gum, cigarettes, Zippo lighters, salt tablets, compress bandages, ponchos, Kool-Aid, two or three canteens of water, iodine tablets, sterno, LRRP- rations, and C-rations stuffed in socks. The carried standard fatigues, jungle boots, bush hats, flak jackets and steel pots.

They carried the M-16 assault rifle. They carried trip flares and Claymore mines, M-60 machine guns, the M-70 grenade launcher, M-14's, CAR-15's, Stoners, Swedish K's, 66mm Laws, shotguns, .45 caliber pistols, silencers, the sound of bullets, rockets, and choppers, and sometimes the sound of silence. They carried C-4 plastic explosives, an assortment of hand grenades, PRC-25 radios, knives and machetes.

Some carried napalm, CBU's and large bombs; some risked their lives to rescue others. Some escaped the fear, but dealt with the death and damage. Some made very hard decisions, and some just tried to survive.

They carried malaria, dysentery, ringworms and leaches. They carried the land itself as it hardened on their boots. They carried stationery, pencils, and pictures of their loved ones - real and imagined. They carried love for people in the real world and love for one another. And sometimes they disguised that love: "Don't mean nothin'!"

They carried memories

For the most part, they carried themselves with poise and a kind of dignity. Now and then, there were times when panic set in, and people squealed - or wanted to, but couldn't; when they twitched and made moaning sounds and covered their heads and said "Dear God" and hugged the earth and fired their weapons blindly and cringed and begged for the noise to stop and went wild and made stupid promises to themselves and God and their parents, hoping not to die.

They carried the traditions of the United States military, and memories and images of those who served before them. They carried grief, terror, longing and their reputations. They carried the soldier's greatest fear: the embarrassment of dishonor. They crawled into tunnels, walked point, and advanced under fire, so as not to die of embarrassment. They were afraid of dying, but too afraid to show it. They carried the emotional baggage of men and women who might die at any moment. They carried the weight of the world.


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