Veterans Day / Remembrance Day

[Scott_J]

I wish to thank all who have served their country and if you personally know a vet or one currently in the armed forces thank them.

 

[Cpt.Caveman]

Thanks Sisu I'll spit on some dirty hippies for you.

[Greg_W]

Thanks Mike; thanks Ray...And others on this site that I might have missed.

[Dr_Flash_Amazing]

Alright, fine, that was lame.

 

[ 11-11-2002, 11:43 AM: Message edited by: Dr Flash Amazing ]

[rbw1966]

Speaking for my veteran brethren, DFA, you truly are disrespectful.

 

I'll raise a glass to all my bros who served and are still serving in the military. "Here's to friendship, fairness and chivalry, without which man descends beneath the beast."

 

Freedom is not free.

[Dr_Flash_Amazing]

The Fighting 69th

 

Come all you gallant heroes, And along with me combined

I'll sing a song, it won't take long, Of the Fighting Sixty Ninth

They're a band of men brave, stout and bold, From Ireland they came

And they have a leader to the fold, And Cocoran was his name

 

It was in the month of April, When the boys they sailed away

And they made a sight so glorious, As they marched along Broadway

They marched right down Broadway, me boys, Until they reached the shore

And from there they went to Washington, And straight unto the war

 

Chorus: So we gave them a hearty cheer, me boys, It was greeted with a smile

Singing here's to the boys who feared no noise, We're the Fighting Sixty Ninth

 

And when the war is said and done, May heaven spare our lives

For its only then we can return, To our loved ones and our wives

We'll take them in our arms, me boys, For a long night and a day

And we'll hope that war will come no more, To sweet America

 

Chorus:

 

So farewell unto you dear New York, Will I e'er see you once more

For it fills my heart with sorrow, To leave your sylvan shore

But the country now it is calling us, And we must hasten fore

So here's to the stars and stripes, me boys, And to Ireland's lovely shore

 

And here's to Murphy and Devine, Of honour and renown

Who did escort our heroes, Unto the battle ground

And said unto our colonel, We must fight hand to hand

Until we plant the stars and stripes, Way down in Dixieland

 

Chorus:

 

[ 11-11-2002, 11:51 AM: Message edited by: Dr Flash Amazing ]

[sk]

I'm going to go give my dad a big hug today when I seem him for the rest of you who have served, my thanks will have to be enough

[rbw1966]

quote:

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Originally posted by Dr Flash Amazing:

Caution: Sarcasm and light satire, as well as gentle mocking contained in the following post. If taken seriously, severe knicker-twisting may result.

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My politics may run to the left in many ways but you'll not here me criticize any of the individuals who served honorably, and in some cases died, for our ability to disagree with our government (among other freedoms). I served, my brother served (and died while serving), my father served, my grandfather served, etc. You'll have to excuse me if I see your pissing on this thread as disrespectful. I read it as you inteded it to be read: satire and sarcasm, but found it weak and lacking in both respects.

 

But then again, this is spray so my bad.

[Dr_Flash_Amazing]

OK, out of R-E-S-P-E-C-T, DFA has deleted the offending material.

 

Happy(?) Veteran's Day.

[rbw1966]

Thank you.

[To_The_Top]

[salbrecher]

It really anoyed me as I was watching the Remembrance days ceramonies and history TV documentries when people would say "they died fighting for the freedom we enjoy today", what about the countries who lost the war? They enjoy the same freedoms we enjoy. Why did they die then?

[freeclimb9]

I usually don't go to great lengths to express any Patriotic sentiments for Veteran's Day. But this year, due to events of which I need not mention, I decided to visit the local cemetary to honor those veteran's who served and died doing so. Not surprisingly, the cemetary was fairly bristling with flags and fresh flowers which added color to an otherwise grey, snowy and cold day. As I wandered among the headstones, I was shocked to interrupt an old man urinating on a recently turned grave. Prostates being what they are when you age, the old guy had some difficulty stopping and actually staggered around trying to get his pecker back in his pants. He was wearing a VFW cap, but that didn't stop me from asking him what the hell he thought he was doing (I actually used much fouler language). Well, the old guy started into a long story about his service in World War II. He and his best friend served in the same unit, and had managed to survive the brutal battles in the forests of the Ardenne only by watching each other's back. The guy went on further --getting a little maudlin while doing it, too-- about how they had also supported each other emotionally during the battle, and had remained each other's truest friend all of their lives. He explained that his friend had only died the week before, and he was still devastated by his friend's abrupt departure from this world. I felt very uncomfortable with the level of emotion the guy --a stranger to me-- was freely demonstrating. Clearly he was distraught. But I had to ask him why he was peeing on his buddy's grave. A smile came to the old soldier's face as he recounted how, after the fighting, he and his buddy had leave in France. During their days of post-battle celebration the old man (young then, of course) was given a bottle of brandy by his friend with the request that it be poured over the friend's grave when he died. He had held onto that bottle for all these years. Well, I asked him what that had to do with him peeing. The old man said that he didn't think his friend would mind if he ran the brandy through his kidneys first.

[rbw1966]

Great story!

[offwidthclimber]

nice, freeclimb9, nice!

 

[salbrecher]

Haha, nice TR

[ScottP]

A good friend of my dad did a stint in the navy during WWII. He spent one late afternoon over beers with my dad and I talking about his experience on the fabled aircraft carrier Yorktown during the battle of Midway. As you probably know, this carrier was badly damaged during the battle and eventually sank. This guy ended up in the water with hundreds of others for several hours while all kinds of shit rained down around him; pieces of planes, shrapnel, spent rounds. He was eventually picked up by another ship as the battle raged. Within minutes of boarding the rescue vessel, it was hit and sunk by Japanese torpedo bombers. The survivors where picked up after several more hours passed watching the shit fly all round him. He said that before the battle of Midway, he believed in god. During the time spent in the water he came to believe that no supreme being could be so cruel.

Ever since that day I listened to him tell his story, Veterans Day has never seemed like just a day off to me.