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    Uncle Jay Explains The News — May 31, 2010 May 31st, 2010

    Uncle Jay’s news word for this week is Mondays.

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    Memorial Day 2010 May 31st, 2010

    Memorial Day 2006

    On this Memorial Day, I’d like to quote the third stanza of “America, The Beautiful” written by Katharine Lee Bates.

    O beautiful, for heroes proved
    In liberating strife,
    Who more than self their country loved
    And mercy more than life!
    America! America! May God thy gold refine,
    ‘Til all success be nobleness, and ev’ry gain divine!

    In World War II, he whispered, I was wounded by a blast.
    As he began his story, reminiscing of his past.

    I was just a boy back then, I lied about my age.
    To get into the Army, and fight for the USA

    I love this country very much, it’s still the very best.
    And I would fight to keep it free, and safe from foreign pest.

    We won that war, and I came home, my wounds had healed enough,
    To reenlist with other men. The Army made us tough.

    Then a little flare up, in Korea called us out.
    A threat against our freedom, spreading fear without a doubt.

    There I caught a bullet, when I tried to save a friend.
    Another wound for Uncle Sam, they sent me home to mend.

    “Soldier have you had enough?” my Sergeant said to me.
    “Or do you want another tour, if ever there’s to be?”

    We would train and fight again, if ever it need be,
    Because we love America, we’ll fight to keep it free.

    It didn’t take too long, before my boys were off again.
    We were shipped off to a war, we thought would never end.

    I didn’t understand it much, if it was wrong or right.
    But, I was a US Marine, and my country said, “Go fight.”

    I never questioned orders, that were sent from up above.
    I did it for America, the country, that I love.

    I fought to keep my country safe, again, in Viet Nam.
    Then, wounded I came home again, a victim of napalm.

    My fighting days were over now, and, I had given all.
    But, some had given more than me, their names are on a wall.

    I am now well up in years, a Marine old and worn.
    I could only sit and pray, as I watched Desert Storm.

    So proud of our boys over there, who stood for what is right.
    Freedom is the battle cry, the reason why they fight.

    Young soldiers fight for liberty, protecting freedom’s bliss.
    Old Marines dream of by-gone-days, while fighting loneliness.

    We were heroes in our day, he said, and then he sighed.
    Forgotten in some VA home, and all my friends have died.

    I never ask for anything, just wanted to live free.
    But, if you read this story, there are many just like me.

    Who fought to keep our country, safe and free from every foe.
    Only to come home again, and have no place to go.

    Sadly, when the limelight fails, heroes fade away.
    Some men fight the silent battles, ’till their dying day.

    Please remember what it took, and what we had to pay.
    And join with us remembering, on this Memorial Day.

    Memorial Day is special, it is not just summer’s start.
    The reason that we have this day, should be etched on your heart.

    Lives were lost, and young men died, to keep this country free.
    So, take a moment on that day, to meditate with me.

    Remember all those valiant men, and women who fought for,
    The lifestyle that you now enjoy, because they went to war.

    —James A. Kisner

    Memorial Day

    Memorial Day Poem
    Kelly Strong

    I watched the flag pass by one day,
    It fluttered in the breeze.
    A young Marine saluted it,
    And then he stood at ease..

    I looked at him in uniform
    So young, so tall, so proud,
    With hair cut square and eyes alert
    He’d stand out in any crowd.

    I thought how many men like him
    Had fallen through the years.
    How many died on foreign soil
    How many mothers’ tears?

    How many pilots’ planes shot down?
    How many died at sea
    How many foxholes were soldiers’ graves?
    No, freedom isn’t free.

    I heard the sound of Taps one night,
    When everything was still,
    I listened to the bugler play
    And felt a sudden chill.

    I wondered just how many times
    That Taps had meant “Amen,”
    When a flag had draped a coffin.
    Of a brother or a friend.

    I thought of all the children,
    Of the mothers and the wives,
    Of fathers, sons and husbands
    With interrupted lives.

    I thought about a graveyard
    At the bottom of the sea
    Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
    No, freedom isn’t free.

    Memorial Day - Arlington Cemetery

    Memorial Day
    by Michelle R. Christman

    As we stand here looking
    At the flags upon these graves
    Know these flags represent
    A few of the true American brave

    They fought for their Country
    As man has through all of time
    Except that these soldiers lying here
    Fought for your country and mine

    As we all are gathered here
    To pay them our respect
    Let’s pass this word to others
    It’s what they would expect

    I’m sure that they would do it
    If it were me or you
    To show we did not die in vein
    But for the red, white and blue.

    Let’s pass on to our children
    And to those who never knew
    What these soldiers died for
    It’s the least we can do

    Let’s not forget their families
    Great pain they had to bear
    Losing a son, father or husband
    They need to know we still care

    No matter which war was fought
    On the day that they died
    I stand here looking at these flags
    Filled with American pride.

    So as the bugler plays out Taps
    With its sweet and eerie sound
    Pray for these soldiers lying here
    In this sacred, hallowed ground.

    Take home with you a sense of pride
    You were here Memorial Day.
    Celebrating the way Americans should
    On this solemnest of days.


    Michelle R. Christman
    USMC from 87 – 91, Desert Storm Veteran

    Arlington
    composed by Jeremy Spillman & Dave Turnbull

    I never thought that this is where I’d settle down
    I thought I’d die an old man back in my hometown
    They gave me this plot of land
    Me and some other men for a job well done
    There’s a big white house
    Sits on a hill just up the road
    The man inside he cried the day they brought me home
    They folded up a flag and told my Mom and Dad
    We’re proud of your son

    And I’m proud to be on this peaceful piece of property
    I’m on sacred ground and I’m in the best of company
    I’m thankful for those thankful for the things I’ve done
    I can rest in peace, I’m one of the chosen ones
    I made it to Arlington

    I remember Daddy brought me here when I was eight
    We searched all day to find out where my Granddad lay
    And when we finally found that cross
    He said, son, this is what it cost to keep us free
    Now here I am a thousand stones away from him
    He recognized me on the first day I came in
    And it gave me a chill when he clicked his heels and saluted me

    And I’m proud to be on this peaceful piece of property
    I’m on sacred ground and I’m in the best of company
    I’m thankful for those thankful for things I’ve done
    I can rest in piece, I’m one of the chosen ones
    I made it to Arlington

    And everytime I hear twenty-one guns
    I know they brought another hero home to us

    We’re thankful for those thankful for the things we’ve done
    We can rest in peace, ’cause we are the chosen ones
    We made it to Arlington
    Yeah, dust to dust
    Don’t cry for us
    We made it to Arlington

    Memorial Day

    A Soldier’s Farewell
    by John J. Rigo

    It is time to say goodbye.
    I can see my sadness in your eyes.
    Is this the goodbye kiss that will aways
    be in your memory?
    Press closer to me,
    imprint my soul with your being.
    Please do not look into my eyes,
    the sadness will always be there,
    until we are one again,
    in our happiness.

    TAPS
    by Major General Daniel Butterfield

    Fading light dims the sight,
    And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright.
    From afar drawing nigh — Falls the night.

    Day is done, gone the sun,
    From the lake, from the hills, from the sky.
    All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.

    Then good night, peaceful night,
    Till the light of the dawn shineth bright,
    God is near, do not fear — Friend, good night.

    Memorial Day - The Tomb Of The Unknown Soldier

    Twenty One Steps
    by Thomas Holmquist

    Arlington where our unknown soldier lies
    The place to honor those who gave their lives
    Those that died that generations be free
    May we remember them through eternity

    This Unknown Soldier guarded day and night
    By the choice of a few and with all their might
    To show mankind their respect and dignity
    To those who defended our lives and liberty

    Twenty one steps, he takes twenty one steps
    Eyes locked in honor for the soldier he guards
    And twenty one seconds before he turns
    To honor the soldiers who never returned

    Twenty one steps until the end of time
    For our lost soldiers we cannot find
    They gave their lives for you and me
    The price paid to preserve our dignity

    So let’s take twenty one steps, just twenty one steps
    Lock our eyes in honor for our soldiers that died
    And think for twenty one seconds about their sacrifice
    To preserve our freedom and our children’s lives

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    Literal Version of Safety Dance May 29th, 2010

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    Flight Of The Bumblebee? May 14th, 2010

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    The William Tell Overture Like You’ve Never Heard (Or Seen) Before May 10th, 2010

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    Uncle Jay Explains The News — May 10, 2010 May 10th, 2010

    Uncle Jay’s news word for this week is immigration.

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    Landrieu Asks Feds To Help Restructure NOPD May 5th, 2010

    New Orleans Police Department BadgeThis is good news: New Orleans Mayor Mitch Landrieu (who took office last Monday replacing the incometent Ray Nagin) has asked the Department of Justice to come to New Orleans to institute systemic reforms of the New Orleans Police Department. I hope this will help restructure the NOPD, rid it of as much corruption as possible, and garner respect for the department.

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    Mousetrap NEVER Works! (Video Parody) May 5th, 2010

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    Top 100 Photos That Will Never Make It To The Wedding Album May 5th, 2010

    Some wedding photos just weren’t meant to be taken….seriously.

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