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The Real Unknown Soliders

Written By:© Peggy Nelson & Don Nutt


These are statements and Facts which we have put into Poetry

2,022 Americans remain MIA from the Vietnam War
We question the number as each month it sores

Identifications have been disputed and rejected by family members
Names remain on a list forever, but does anyone care or remember?

How widespred is the practice of identifying men without remains
How could the Dept of Defense put families through all their pains?


Today they send a coffin to a family with two armed guards
guarding the coffin in the grave yard

Instructed not to let ANY one touch the contents of the coffin
Think about this and think about it often!

Is there really someone inside or is it full of bricks?
Has the Dept of Defense been questioned and have some conflicts?

A coffin is opened, a Mother cries and embrasses her dead child?
As one tear runs down a guards face, the other
ARMED guard pulls the
Mother away as morners look on and become wild

Although she doesn't think so, she is lead to
believe that it is her son
This would be the last time she could touch her son,
she felt was number one!

As the guns are fired ONE MORE unknown solider is laid in the ground
The Dept of Defence say that they are right and that is sound!


The Burning Of The Flag
The Burning Of The Flag

Written By:©Patricia Hughes




It was the dead of night,
On the Fourth Of July.
When the smoke in the distance,
Caught my eye.

I rushed to the scene,
To offer my help,
I cried out in horror,
In spite of myself.

Piles of red, white, and blue,
Were now all aflame.
Our glorious flags,
Were burning in shame.

I pulled the colors out,
And saved what I could.
While those all around me,
So arrogantly stood.

"Let 'em burn, lady,"
They all said as one.
Nothing but ashes were left,
When the fires were done.

I openly cried,
Tears of great pain.
Visions of veterans,
Crowding my brain.

Many men have died,
In their support of,
Old Glory in her beauty,
That most of us love.

To those who dislike,
The red, white, and blue,
Take your butts over yonder,
Where there are others like you!

Don't make a mockery,
Of men good and true,
Who died for our flag,
Yes, for people like you.

For if all those brave men,
Had not died to preserve,
EVERYONE'S freedom,
You'd get what you deserve.

I'd take you my prisoner,
And tie you to a stake,
I'd burn you to ashes,
For Old Glory's sake.

You'd better pray,
That our flag always stands,
You'd be killed over there,
For your wanton demands.

"The Star Spangled Banner",
I'll sing with great pride.
With ghosts of our heroes,
Right by my side.
Comment by Patricia:A subject that gets my BLOOD BOILING


Thoughts Of A Soldier

Written By:©Patricia Hughes




I'm sitting in a foxhole tonight,
Tears streaming down my face.
I'm wondering just what I'm doing,
Here in this awful place.

The bullets flying through the air,
The stench of death is everywhere.
I do not know if I'll live or die,
All I can do now is cry.

And then, suddenly it comes to me.
I'm fighting to keep my loved ones free.
My mom, my dad, my kids, and you.
Yes, I'll fight til I die, for the red, white, and blue.

So I'll dry up my eyes and weep no more.
And join all my buddies in this unholy war.
"A hero," say ye. "No," say me.
"Just a lonely soldier fighting,
To keep you free."


Comment by Patricia:What can you say?

Thank You Patricia for letting me display these Patriotic poem!!



Dear Mom
Dear Mom

Written By: Derwin *Wes* Peterson




I'm not thinking about the war,

Though its an awful mess.

I'm thinking about you and Dad,

I'm alittle homesick, I guess.

I'm thinking about Dolly Mae

and Brother Jimmy too

About my Dog, Old Faithful, Wimpey, Aunt Corney and Marlys too.

I'm thinking about the drug store

where Mar and I would meet

and match a penny, now and then

as to who would stand the treat.

We were together at Pearl Harbor,

We shook hands and said, goodbye.

Like our Mothers when she got the word,

I could not help but cry.

I write this from the jungle,

Somewhere in no-man's land,

where death never takes a holiday

and blood is mixed with sand

Yet, I can see our little church

and hear the school bell ring

Now Mom, I'm feeling blue,

Fact is, I could almost sing.

All the boy's are just like me

With their thoughts away back home.

The thoughts should keep them smiling,

Where ever they might roam.

The bursting shell, the crash of plane,

The bullet with its piercing scream.

Will never shatter the thoughts of Home,

Home Sweet Home, about which they Dream



©Derwin *Wes* Peterson






Derwin Peterson of Enderlin, North Dakota,

served with the U.S. Navy in the Pacific

during World War ll. Derwins Poem was written

when he was 18 years old. Derwins poem was

found by his daughter Sue Peterson from

Lakewood, California.


I would like to thank Sue for letting me post this

lovely poem that her father had written.





I WILL NOT FORGET

Written By:Peg Nelson




I gave this country my special sons


You taught them to fight and geared them with guns


One has returned from his tour of duty


He now appreciates this land of beauty


Now it is time for another son to leave


I gave you another fine man I believe


Hes going to Bosnia real soon


Leaving with him are friends of his platoon


I will trust in God and he will be returned


My son will now help protect us from what he has learned


knowing that his efforts will help this countries request


I know that he will do his patriot best


They are proud to have enlisted for you and me


They both served in the army


I will not forget you sons you have made me proud


You are both very special I shout this out loud



To My Sons, Roger and Ryan Love You Both Always






© Peg Nelson

8-14-99





SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN

Written By:Patsy Ruckman




As I was at the airport today, I heard someone talking, and here's what he had to say,

I am going on a trip, but not by myself,

I am going with all my family, and we are here to help.

At first I was not sure, where they were going,

Until he said his family was his corps.

I listened as he spoke and he gave us all a grin,

And if there is a war, it will be one that we win.

I chose to do this, as his eyes filled with tears,

His grandfather and dad died in wars over the years.

It's almost Christmas, I heard him say,

I will celebrate Christmas, but just further away.

Your Christmas here, will be just the same,

Mine will be different, I'll be on a plane.

As he was talking, you could have heard a pin drop,

Christmas for him, will be when the plane stops.

After he was done, I went over to him,

I noticed on his shirt, his name was Tim.

I told him it's cold and to bundle up tight,

The war we are having, just is not right.

Deep in my heart I don't understand,

Why the peace on earth would have to end.

This is to be a wonderful time of the year,

And everyone's family should always be there.

As we said our last good-bye's,

I hugged him so tight we both started to cry.

As we waved to each other when he started to leave,

He yelled, I'm the corps angel, so you can believe.

Merry Christmas to All the service men and women.

And my God Keep them safe from harm.

Merry Christmas All!!



© Patsy Ruckman December,1999

Thank You Patsy for this lovely poem!!!





A SOLDIERS CHRISTMAS POEM

Written By:A Marine in Okinawa, Japan




TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE,

IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,

AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,

A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,

NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,

ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,

A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,

I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE,

CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,

NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?

CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,

OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,

AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,

BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE,

ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,

I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,

"SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,

MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,

I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL

AND WE BOTH SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,

THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,

WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."


This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan. The following is his request.

I think it is reasonable.....

PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can?

Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.

Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.

I would like to thank Patsy Ruckman for e-mailing me this very touching poem from this marine.

If anyone knows who this MARINEs name is...please contact me at the following e-mail...thank you

bluelace@theriver.com

If you would like your poems posted please contact me...the poems must be service related only. e-mail me at:

bluelace@theriver.com



© A Marine


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