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A memorial day thread. Or... When will enough, be enough?

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posted on May, 23 2014 @ 05:53 PM
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Every Memorial Day I try to articulate my thoughts as to what this day, out of all the days of the year means to me from a family point of view.

Hey, Dad.

Yet another Memorial Day is coming on. Though, as you told me long ago, every day is a memorial day. A thought... An action... Suddenly a face forever young, but long gone from this earth will be flashing before your eyes. Usually fond memories, but not always.

A memory of loading the ammo trays on a P47 Thunderbolt with beer stolen from a bunch of Marines down the beach... ...then having one of the pilots fly around way, way up in the sky to make cold beer... Then the realization that all those laughing, beer drinking pilots and mechanics, and even the Marines who you ripped off, are all gone, or will be soon.

The memory of watching civilians leap off cliffs on Saipan, then seeing the bodies floating in the water around the troopships. ...and there being absolutely nothing you could do. Old men. Women. ...and children. The prospect of being captured by American soldiers so apparently terrifying that death was to be preferred, even embraced... Nightmare material. How do I know this? I've heard your nightmares.

As a kid, I loved those stories you told me. About the games. Pranks. Stealing from the Marines.... Epic poker games that lasted weeks on the troopships...

You never told me about the other stuff. The blood. The pain of your wounds. The pain of others, your friends, that you could do nothing about. The horror of watching innocents die, while you were helpless to do anything about it. Deny all you will, Dad... I've heard your nightmares.

I would do anything to remove those memories, If I could. Yet with those memories, and I'm sure many, many others, you helped raise six kids. You were the only major male influence in my life. I could have done much, much worse.

You survived the Pacific war. You went home after a short stint in Japan. Went off to college. Then your country called again, this time to Korea. Again, memories of empty places at the table, of young smiling faces that were, in a flash of fire, gone forever. You still see those faces though... I've seen the pauses, and the hidden tears.

Home again, finished college. Got married, and began a family. Four daughters.

Then? Vietnam. Early in our involvement. Before it became evening news fodder, you were there. When the Viet Cong were still Viet Minh... Before the smoke from Diem Bien Phu had gone from the skies. You loved the Vietnamese people. You were only there for a couple of years, before you were transferred to Europe, where you and Mom added a young son to the mix. Me (I know, epic right?). Ground Zero. Just a few hundred miles away, the rompin' stompin' Red Army awaited.

Then back to the U.S.. Minot AFB. A missile site commander for SAC. A realization that you could, under horrific circumstance, help to destroy the world. It was here when the dreams/nightmares started to really effect you, wasn't it? PTSD's. All those young faces. Friends. Even enemies. Innocents caught by circumstance with no where to go...

I remember the day clearly. You claim not to...but I doubt that. We were walking down the street. I was with my favorite person in the whole of my small, small world... Daddy. A car backfired. ...and you were ducking behind a tree, because it had suddenly become a combat zone. It was then that you realized it was time to go.

A year later, you were back in college. The Air Force a thing of the past. Or so you hoped...

Still, those faces kept/keep coming back. You did what most soldiers/sailors with those memories did... You kept on keepin' on. Raised some kids, adding another boy sometime later...

But those faces.

But you've come to a sort of peace with them, haven't you? Now that you're coming towards the end of this mortal coil. Many more days behind, then ahead... You'll see them, those faces, again soon. You, too, will again be young, strong, and full of life. Mom will be there, too. I'll miss you, god how I'll miss you. But you'll be beyond the dreams, and healed. Your friends will be back with you. Your enemies will be friends, too.

I'll always be there.



Love ya, Dad. Your son.

**************

Not sure when, or even why, our young men and women have become the enemy to all too many of us... Not just here in the U.S. But abroad as well.

These young men and women aren't the enemy. They're my dad. My uncles. My sisters. My brother. My best friend in school. They're your children. Our children.

They didn't put themselves in harms way. Are they willing to? Yes. 'cause that's what they signed up for. They know that.

What they didn't sign up for was to be treated as pariahs. As societal misfits. As something to be wiped off the bottoms of our shoes...

Even our most wondrous govt. can't, for the most part, be bothered with them. ...and that's our fault. Yes, our fault. We've allowed them to be marginalized. Treated as an enemy. Someone to be watched, distrusted; an enemy in all but name.

Is it any wonder that many of them have problems?

These men and women are ours. They're us. They aren't some alien from another world. They're the kids you played baseball with. Football. Ran track with. Went to the prom with.

Many blame them for the actions they take. In some cases? The blame is accurately placed. But then? Some will take the actions of a few and brand the whole. That's so wrong headed as to beggar the imagination.

They didn't put themselves in the mountains. Deserts. The oceans. The skies above us. We did. We allowed them to be misused. We allowed them to become the symbol of tyranny, of oligarchy run amok.

I loathe, beyond my capacity to articulate properly, those who blame our kids for our apathy. Our inability to say NO MORE!! I loathe people who insist on blaming others for the problems that we could settle with hard work, and the same sort of courage, and fortitude that these kids show on a daily basis in places so very far from where they should be.

When?

We want these wars to end. We want our children to come home. All this and more, we want. When? When will we realize that it's up to us? These, our children, won't until we decide it's time for that last bullet to fly.

'til we decide that it's that time, too many of our children will sleep here, instead of on the couch after a meal...

Sleep well.

Grace to you all...

When will enough, be enough?

Rest well.

It's up to us now. I wonder if we'll prove worthy?


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posted on May, 23 2014 @ 06:17 PM
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a reply to: seagull

Thanks man, sounds like you get it, now if only more did.



posted on May, 23 2014 @ 06:18 PM
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Thank You to Your Father.

Thank You to all that have Served.

It's time to show the courage of our Fathers.

Time to stand up for America.



posted on May, 23 2014 @ 06:39 PM
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originally posted by: whyamIhere
Thank You to Your Father.

Thank You to all that have Served.

It's time to show the courage of our Fathers.

Time to stand up for America.


No problem man, I did it for me and mine, and you and yours.

I think it should be like in Is real, where all just serve at least 2 years. IMHO it could be military police fire or paramedic, but all should serve their brothers and sisters at some point.



posted on May, 23 2014 @ 06:43 PM
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If I see a single "hashtag" Memorial Day, I'm going to lose it!

A humble prayer, a nod, a salute to everyone who has fought the good fight.

Your honor, dignity in the face of constant adversity should be a lesson to us all.



posted on May, 23 2014 @ 06:53 PM
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Not sure when, or even why, our young men and women have become the enemy to all too many of us...


I completely (!) agree with what you are saying about those who go into service and basically experience a Hell most of can't imagine.

BUt our young men and women now coming back, ...at least they aren't getting spit on and called names like my dad any other Vietnam vets (unless I completely missed something).

The new gen. of both Desert Storm and whatever TF GWB called his GD war, ... Not being able to get jobs????

What the hell does a person have to do to prove they are dedicated??

What else do they have to do that they are specialists in many area??

I don't see the "hate" maybe, but great injustice and unappreciative people in the USA towards the Vets.
Like they just don't have an F'ing clue.



posted on May, 23 2014 @ 06:58 PM
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originally posted by: whyamIhere
Thank You to Your Father.

Thank You to all that have Served.

It's time to show the courage of our Fathers.

Time to stand up for America.


F yes, for my father, and grandfather, I was in-between both "desert wars" , but still support all of them and those past.

My grandpa, past now, talked about having to spray out airplanes (in WWII) to get the blood and guts out before repairing, then flying the planes again out of the UK.



posted on May, 23 2014 @ 08:44 PM
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The new gen. of both Desert Storm and whatever TF GWB called his GD war, ... Not being able to get jobs????

I hope you caught what the hell is with that????

Proven people often looked over....just to clarify.



posted on May, 23 2014 @ 09:45 PM
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My Boots are off,I war no more
All my gear lay on the floor
I stop and think, of days gone by
of brothers and friends, whom had to die
to fight for honor, and sacrifice
so many so dear who paid the price
Too few are those, who realize not
what price was paid for what they've got
So I ask you now, for something so small
not money, not fame, but as equally tall
Give thanks to those you come across
and Swell with pride for those we've lost.
Consider one more second where you stand,
Within the greatest Nation in all the land
-Author Unknown-

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posted on May, 23 2014 @ 10:15 PM
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Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.


Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.


Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas



posted on May, 24 2014 @ 09:06 AM
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Great post OP!
I will be remembering my father in law P-47 pilot served in New Guinea 198 missions 13 kills.
My uncle Joe B-25 Pilot 75 missions.
My uncle Eddie Signalman and 20 MM Gunner did the winding road to Tokyo www.history.navy.mil...

My they all rest in peace.


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