Daily Motivational - 8/13/06

[JWG]

Daily Motivational - August 13th, 2006.


I made this back in the 8th grade for a Reading project.. took it as an advantage to open a few of my class mates eyes.. unfortunately many remain CLOSED to the truth.

It is a spin on the Martin Luther King Jr Speech, twisted to represent a more patriotic theme. GOD BLESS AMERICA!


Enjoy! :thumbup:


(Fellow Poolees/Wannabes: Please do PM me your writings if you make one, and I do encourage it! STAY MOTO!)




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I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest turn of respect for our servicemen and women fighting to preserve our freedom over the generations of time.

One score and eighteen years ago, Uncle Sam sent kids old enough to die for their country, yet too young to drink, to wage war against the people of North Vietnam. They were met with anti-war protesters, and insults such as "baby killers" by the protesters. No respect for the heroes and defenders of this countries freedoms, the very same freedoms that allowed them to disrespect the men and women of the armed services in North Vietnam.

But thirty-eight years later, we must face the tragic fact that now in 2006, the same disrespect flows in the veins of many Americans, full of hate for the war, taking it out on the men and women merely doing their jobs in Iraq.

I realize some of you listening are opposed to the war in Iraq, but understand it is not up to the military men and women on where they go, but the Congress and President's decision.

Some of you are in fact the military men and women I am speaking of. Understand that hopefully, most of the harsh treatment you receive from the anti-war protesters are out of ignorance and lack of common sense to know that is it not you to choose where and when you go to war.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up against the disrespect and hate thrown from the fiery mouths of people who oppose the war spreading hate against the heroes of our fine nation.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that our wonderful nation will learn to respect our men and women of the military. These men and women will be admired, as children admire pro-athletes and celebrities.

I have a dream today!

Remember the veterans and fallen soldiers of the Revolutionary War.

Remember the veterans and fallen soldiers WWI and II.

Remember the veterans and fallen soldiers of Vietnam and Korea

Remember the veterans and fallen soldiers Operation: Desert Storm

Support and appreciate the soldiers of today, and the soldiers of tomorrow.

:flag:After all, they do it for YOU! :flag:

[jackson07]

Sullivan Lyrics

Artist: Caroline's Spine<SCRIPT language=javascript><!--buyad();--></SCRIPT>
Album: Monsoon

It's not hard to reach back to the day
underneath an Iowa sun.
running to the tower of waterloo, looking
for the sullivan train to come.
His five boys would run to the top and
salute him as he went bye.
First we'd wave hello.
Then we'd wave goodbye.

It's not hard to reach back to the days
after the attack on Pearl.
Overnight my buddies turned into men, run-
ning out of time for games and s.
The Sullivan boys were not overlooked
Uncle Sam calling each by name.
The very next day they left on a mystery
train.

Say goodbye, bye, bye, Mrs. Sullivan
don't you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry.
"We regret to inform you
the Navy has taken your sons away."
So put your blue star in the window.

It's not hard to reach back to her smile,
when she received the letter.
The ltters, they sounded generally the
same it said: "If they coudn't
be home, at least they were together on a
mighty fighting battleship,
somewhere in the south pacific."
The letters never got much more specific.

Say goodbye, bye, bye, mrs sullivan
dont you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry.
"we regret to infrom you
the Navy is keeping your sons away."
All five, five, five, five.
So keep your blue star in the window.

It's not hard to reach back to the day
when the war finally came home.
Uncle Sam will send you a telegram, so he
doesnt have to tell you over the phone.
I heard she ed up, when they found
out what the war had cost,
and all five of her boys were lost.

Say goodbye mrs sullivan
go ahead and cry.
"We regret to inform you that all your sons
have passed away."
.....All five!
So change your blue star to gold.


The Green Fields Of France Lyrics
Artist(Band):Dropkick Murphys

Oh how do you do, young Willie McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside,
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun?
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the great fall-in named Nineteen-Sixteen.
Well I hoped you died quick, and I hoped you died clean,
Or Willie McBride, was it slow and ?

Did they beat the drums slowly,
Did they play the fife lowly,
Did they sound the march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the last post and chorus,
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?

And Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some loyal heart, is your memory enshrined?
And though you died back in Nineteen-Sixteen,
To that loyal heart you're forever nineteen,
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane,
In an old photograph torn, tattered and stained,
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame

Did they beat the drums slowly,
Did they play the fife lowly,
Did they sound the march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the last post and chorus,
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?

The sun's shining down on these green fields of France,
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow,
No gas, no barbed wire; no guns firing now!
But here in this graveyard, that's still no mans land,
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand,
To a man's blind indifference to his fellow man,
And a whole generation where butchered and damned

Did they beat the drums slowly,
Did they play the fife lowly,
Did they sound the march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the last post and chorus,
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?

And I can't help but wonder oh Willie McBride,
Do all those that lie here know why they died,
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause,
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffring', the sorrow, the glory, the shame,
The and dying it was all done in vain.
Oh Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again and again and again and again!

Did they beat the drums slowly,
Did they play the fife lowly,
Did they sound the march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the last post and chorus,
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?


These are two amazing songs. I encourge you all to listen to them and really focus on the lyrics.

[WannabeDevildog]

Great posts guys. I'd love to contribute a little more for today's moto, but I gotta get to work. I found this one on grunt.com. Hope you like it.

Just A Common Soldier
By: A. Lawrence Vaincourt - copyright 1985

He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past
Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, every one.

And tho' sometimes, to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
All his Legion buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer for old Bill has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer, for a soldier died today.

He will not be mourned by many, just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary and quite uneventful life.
Held a job and raised a family, quietly going his own way,
And the world won't note his passing, though a soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell their whole life stories, from the time that they were young,
But the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land
A guy who breaks his promises and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow who, in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country and offers up his life?

A politician's stipend and the style in which he lives
Are sometimes disproportionate to the service that he gives.
While the ordinary soldier, who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal and perhaps, a pension small.

It's so easy to forget them for it was so long ago
That the old Bills of our Country went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom that our Country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger, with your enemies at hand,
Would you want a politician with his ever-shifting stand?
Or would you prefer a soldier, who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin and Country and would fight until the end?

He was just a common soldier and his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict, then we find the soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor while he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline in a paper that would say,
OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY.