fontman
05-24-06, 07:04 AM
Received below in this morning's email; passing on to all onboard here...
From: Harvey [mailto:hebits@cox-internet.com]
Sent: Tuesday, May 23, 2006 9:35 PM
To: Undisclosed Recipients
Flags and Roses Are All We Have
I see one just over there, Comes another call, Yes, that's old Joe, you remember him? His name's up on The Wall.
He's been here since sixty eight, Not near as long as some. He was just two weeks from the Freedom Bird, When he caught one saving Tom.
Where is Tom? Oh here he is, Not very far form Joe. It's easier now for both of them, They're close, not far to go
And here's a friend from the coffee crowd, we'd gather once a week. He'd laugh at just about anything. Of his pains we didn't speak.
He'd lost a foot, and part of his hand, In Europe in forty five. He fought for this land, way over there. Came home hurt and just alive.
We gather on the other side, By the pond, down in the back We want to visit the new ones there, From Afghanistan or Iraq
The grass shows off it's verdant green Against the marble stones. As we pause to honor each man's grave, And talk in humbled tones.
So many stones, and little bronze plaques; Separate bits of history, each. Flags and roses are all we have. Do you think they heard the speech?
We choke up every now and then, When we see a particular name For there lies another one of us, But after all, that's why we came.
Harvey Britt, USMC, Retired
From: Harvey [mailto:hebits@cox-internet.com]
Sent: Tuesday, May 23, 2006 9:35 PM
To: Undisclosed Recipients
Flags and Roses Are All We Have
I see one just over there, Comes another call, Yes, that's old Joe, you remember him? His name's up on The Wall.
He's been here since sixty eight, Not near as long as some. He was just two weeks from the Freedom Bird, When he caught one saving Tom.
Where is Tom? Oh here he is, Not very far form Joe. It's easier now for both of them, They're close, not far to go
And here's a friend from the coffee crowd, we'd gather once a week. He'd laugh at just about anything. Of his pains we didn't speak.
He'd lost a foot, and part of his hand, In Europe in forty five. He fought for this land, way over there. Came home hurt and just alive.
We gather on the other side, By the pond, down in the back We want to visit the new ones there, From Afghanistan or Iraq
The grass shows off it's verdant green Against the marble stones. As we pause to honor each man's grave, And talk in humbled tones.
So many stones, and little bronze plaques; Separate bits of history, each. Flags and roses are all we have. Do you think they heard the speech?
We choke up every now and then, When we see a particular name For there lies another one of us, But after all, that's why we came.
Harvey Britt, USMC, Retired