Now I lay me down to sleep, And hope my dreams are thoughtful and deep. I pray that tonight I’m not awaken, By bombs exploding and the ground shakin’. I hope that I can get some peaceful rest, And wish that the next day will be blessed. All I want is to sleep through the night, So that tomorrow I’m ready for another fight. I pray my dreams are of my family, As I make sacrifices to keep them free. May you watch over and keep them safe, As they wait for me and remain brave.
For centuries They have been in the fight, Serving our country and doing what's right. They have worked so hard to pay their dues, I'm honored to walk a mile in their shoes. They will answer the call when we need, Filling their ranks is such a rare breed. They won't give up or know how to lose, I'm honored to walk a mile in their shoes.
As the sun burns down it bakes my skin, I can feel my patience beginning to wear thin. Walking endless miles in this scorching heat, And I can feel the sand burning my feet. On my back I carry this unbearable load, As I walk along this seemingly endless road. The weight is so much that I can barely stand, To get up off my knee I need a helping hand.
A message from our fallen.
America is a country that remembers her children who give their all.
A poem for marines
Poem about my memories of WWII.
A tribute to our fall now resting in military cemeteries.
I chose to work for a defense contractor and build F4 aircraft rather than going to Nam. Yes it was important, BUT -
left on my doorstep at christmas... also came with a card and a thank you letter.