This poem is my inner reflection towards the tragedy that occurred the day the World Trade Centers fell.
The true value of a life..Is measured not In possessions aquired, But, in hands helped Minds taught And hearts that you've inspired. A Hero Is not measured In medals or parades, But, in quiet courage Selfless deeds And sacrifices made. In acts of kindness Great and small Which cannot be repaid. In broken hearts Made whole again. In lives that you have saved. You stand for what is right and true Giving all that you can give, To help protect our nation, And this world In which we live.( more>)
Thru rain or sleet or heat or snow, the American Legion Honor Guard will go.
I wrote this tribute to our fallen soldiers last spring after visiting the grave of a young fallen soldier who was recently killed in combat.
Several years ago while visiting the grave of a friend at Arlington I was struck by the silence and beauty of the surroundings, these words came to me:
This poem is dedicated to the US Army Air Corps of World War II, in commemoration of Pearl Harbor Day, 2011
Can’t tell where we move to, Can’t mention the date, Can’t even remember the meals that we ate. Don’t know what our plan is, Don’t where will land, Couldn’t inform you if met by band.
Life’s Treasures! These are the things that matter..family…friends..and the simple things that God provides for us each day…(Published The Wishing Well..Treasures Edition..Eber Wein)
I woke up about 4:30 in the morning and started to think about my life and how good God has been and my family through the years "The Road of Life" is for everyone to travel his own way.
Dedicated to childhood friends: PFC Johnny Mailloux, USMC, casualty of war on 24 Nov 68, found on panel 38 on the west wall, line #50. CPL Billy Flint, US Army, casualty of war on 01 Sept 68, found on panel 45 on the west wall, line #18. Denny Gray, dying later from problems stemming from the war. We grew up in the projects of East Lynn, MA, the po side of town.