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Some Gave All

Some gave eyes, arms and legs,

all predestined by their fate.

Some gave up dreams, their youth,

and women who wouldn’t wait.

Some lost it all, some held on tight,

And some gave in to hate.

And some gave up their very lives.

Yet, all gave some.

No heroes welcome home

met their weary eyes.

No ticker tape parades,

No paper floating from the skies.

No bands playing the anthem

To welcome back these guys.

Forgotten; their heroic deeds,

By media’s own device.

Forgotten were the POW/MIA

We forgot their sacrifice.

All forgotten heroes,

These Men who’d paid the price.

And some gave up their very lives.

Yet, all gave some.

You’re not welcome here,

You can’t come in this place.

Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?

You’re such a huge disgrace.

We’re not proud of your patriotism

How dare you show your face?

Shunned by Veteran of Foreign Wars,

Their loyalty suppressed.

Criticized by family and friends,

And slandered by the press,

Abandoned by their countrymen,

True, sadly, we confess.

They stuffed away their valiant deeds;

The things that they did best.

They stuffed away their medals and uniforms

In old forgotten chests.

They stuffed away their memories and dreams,

All hidden like the rest.

Rejected, some took their own lives.

Yet, all gave some.

Years pass, decades fly

How quickly time goes by.

Young men grow old, sometimes alone

As young dreams die.

The effects of the war wear on them

And many said goodbye.

An idea conceived,

A careful, thoughtful plan,

By volunteers and mentors doing all they can.

Yet, this simple act of kindness

Brought pride back to the man.

Yet, all gave some.

A new day dawns

A smile is on their face.

No longer humiliation and shame,

No longer their disgrace.

Your simple act of kindness

Has insured their rightful place.

And some gave up their very lives.

Yet, all gave some.

And somewhere in death’s battlefield;

Where heroic deeds are measured.

Where sacrifice, duty and honor

their values fully treasured.

Sleep goodly men! You gave it all!

Redeemed and surely pleasured.

Maryanne Dunne

The Fields of the Fallen

On a deserted, lonely hill, covered with snow,

You see row after row of crosses below.

The heroes have vanished to graves in fields,

Where valiant deeds on headstones revealed.

The crosses are covered with soft whispers of snow,

Oh, where did our brave heroes all go.

The cost of their sacrifice is lined up in rows,

And a brief prayer is all that’s left to compose.

Did you fight beside them? Did you support their cause?

Do you take a moment to consider and pause?

On the battlefield, they gave all they could,

Sacrificing their youth and precious manhood.

Honor their memory with dignity and grace,

Stop by and consider the sorrow of this place.

Cherish your freedoms, they answered the call,

Protecting your liberty, they gave you their all.

Wave our glorious flag, hold your banner with pride,

Do not forsake those brave souls who have died.

Can you not honor their memory today,

Will you not stop and take a moment to pray?

Maryanne Dunne

Welcome Home Vietnam Vets

I attended a welcome home ceremony at Prairie View High School in Henderson, CO. It was sponsored by the freshman class and their mentor teacher Kelly Gonzales.

Over 400 Vets were honored and welcomed home. I was moved to write

Yesterday, because of your efforts, I witnessed renewed life,

the redemption of heroic men

forgotten by their country, family and friends.

You made a difference that blew through the halls of darkness,

Cast out shadows, exploded hallowed chambers

and filled them with once again with light and hope.

I saw dead men resurrected, alive again.

Their dignity and tears displayed like the medals they earned in battle.

Old wounds finally closed,

battle scars miraculous healed

and hearts beaming with long overdue pride.

You did all this, you made a difference,

you ended their pain by opening up your hearts, your time and your school

and welcoming them home.

By your efforts you rocked your world,

the aftershocks and tremors opened up old wounds

and closed them with one swift and final jolt,

and the ensuing cleansing tsunami washed away their tears.



Maryanne Dunne

Independence Day

Well I'm 71 and homebound so I turn on the TV and try to find an educational story about Independence Day then I always watch the Macy fireworks. I particularly enjoy the fireworks to our patriotic songs.

Regina Becker
Indianapolis, IN

Sasebo Japan hospital 1971

I was a navy you corpsman in Sasebo japan,took care of many and was so glad to do so.would love to talk to any other corpsman or patients that I took care of.

frank wirtz
weymouth, MA

D Day Plus One

At 23 years old, he stepped on the beaches of Normandy, the day following that awful day...D Day. The song "D Day Plus One" tells his story. At 95 years of age...and 71 years later, it remains a powerful story (including video)! One certainly worth sharing.

We thank you, Charles A. Maupin ....and so many others, for your service to this Great Nation.


Haden Sammons
Columbus, GA

Sailor fighting his biggest battle

Amarillo, TX - An unfortunate circumstance has changed one local soldiers fight for American freedom into a fight for his own life.

Cody Lane said going into the Navy was the noble thing to do. However now, that journey is being put on hold.

Cody's grandfather, Richard Gaskill remembers it like it was yesterday...

"He's a great kid," Gaskill said. "He grew up right here, his mother is a single mom, his dad hasn't been around much. It wasn't that long ago I was picking him up right here at Lakeview school."

Today that young grandson has dedicated his life to protecting our freedom.

"[He] went through boot camp, got stationed in Bahrain on a mind sweeper, the USS Gladiator."

Cody enlisted in the Navy in 2013 right after graduating from Canyon High School. He began his duties aboard the USS Gladiator until one day an unfortunate accident changed his life.

"At first I hit my head on the ship, and you know they did a CT scan and determined I had a fracture in my neck so I was in a hard collar for a bit," Cody Lane, said. "And shortly thereafter, I started not feeling well. You know my gums started to swell and my mouth started to bleed pretty bad, and so I told my doc about it and he took me to the E.R. They ran a bunch of tests and what not and that's when I found out I had leukemia."

Cody's leukemia is severe, and is currently undergoing extensive chemotherapy every day. If you ask him though, the only thing this brave soldier wants is his mom.

"She's supposed to be here today, which is going to be awesome. Which, there's nothing like the support of family."

Because Cody's cancer is severe doctors said he may need a bone marrow transplant, which his younger brother Tyler has volunteered to donate.

Cody is currently still listed as active duty, but his orders right now are to get better.

Rick Gaskill
Borger, TX

Thanks to a young boy

I just watched the video of the young boy on Omaha Beach honoring the ones that died there that day and the veterans who were there. My Dad was one of those men that landed on Omaha Beach, June 6, 1944. He was a member of the 70th Tank Battalion 4th Division. He survived that day, came home, met and married my Mother in 1946.

I just wanted to thank that young boy for honoring my Dad and all the others that landed on that beach in 1944

The military tradition continues in my family. My son served in the US Navy for 15 years and my grandson is now serving.

Beckley, WV

Poem " America's Flag "

“ America’s Flag “

Fifty stars for fifty states

Of which we can be proud

Thirteen stripes, of red and white

Our flag doth cry aloud

Do not threaten me it cries

I am the symbol of a country great

We will not run, we will not hide

We are the United States

We are a country of freedoms

We will fight, we will not bend

Our men and women proudly serve

Till all wars are at an end

Do not try to frighten us

You cannot break down our door

You cannot kill tradition

Other countries have tried before

As I wave I give this warning

We are a country that stands tall

I am a flag that stands for freedom

I am the flag that will not fall

God Bless our Troops and God Bless America!

By: William E. Kenyon

Bill Kenyon
Brimfield, MA


In 1984, I enlisted into the United States Army, like my step-father and father before me; I was very proud to serve my country.

I am not here to bash the military, or its veterans. Unlike combat vets that live a nightmare that I will never know, I live a nightmare that many vets will never know.

I am a survivor of MST. In case you do not know what that means, it stands for Military Sexual Assault.

My assault was not simply touching or intimidation; it was forced rape over several weeks. Due to those assaults, and the threats of death, I left the military.

Survivors of MST suffer PTSD and many other symptoms such as depression, anxiety, substance abuse, trust issues, and many other emotionally-dibilitating illensses that takes years, if ever, to overcome, or learn to deal with.

Many have attempted suicide, or have killed themselves.

Like our brothers and sisters that are combat vets, survivors of MST live with a nightmare that we wish would go away.

It has ruined my life -

Please, support those who, even though they have not served in a combat role, still suffer the trauma of what our fellow soldiers did to us.

They not only ruined the lives of those they assaulted, they ruined careers as well.

Ft. Pierce, FL
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