“On the other side of eternity rest the fallen of Vietnam’s battlefield, forever ‘youthful and strong, loving and loyal,’ and there they look back on a nation that betrayed itself out of a generation of heroic influence and lost something of itself in the process.
“They didn’t return home to teach the finer and the ordinary points of life to the children they didn’t father and weren’t there to do so for the children they did.
They did not return to mature in their lives and take their places in the towns, farming communities, and cities they came from.
They didn’t live to bury their parents, see their children marry, coach little league, run for town council, or influence events they never saw.
For them, there were no parades, no 4th of July picnics, school plays, concerts, or recitals.
“They died ‘forever young,’ and forever in the heroic pose known to a choice few in the history of human events: as defenders of what is right and true and worth defending.
“For the soldiers, sailors, airmen, Marines, and Coast Guardsmen, living and died who served there, Viet Nam was and will remain a moral triumph. What they did lives on as a privileged inheritance from those taught by long example that to achieve liberty is rare, to keep it, costly.
“The battlefield in Viet Nam was not lost. It was abandoned to the darkness, but not by those who fought and died there for freedom, for Viet Nam, and for each other.
John Puzzo
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Monday, November 24, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
"Is this still the land of the free and home of the brave?"
A Visitor from the Past
by Thelen Paulk
I had a dream the other night, I didn't understand. A figure walking through the mist, with a flintlock in his hand. His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed. He took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low, he said:
"We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty. We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny. For future generations, this legacy we gave. In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave."
"The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you'd always keep. But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents were asleep. Your freedom gone, your courage lost, you're no more than a slave. In this, the land of the free and home of the brave."
"You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun, Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one. On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent. Although you have no voice in choosing, how the money's spent."
"Your children must attend a school that doesn't educate. Your Christian values can't be taught, according to the state. You read about the current news, in a regulated press. You pay a tax you do not owe, to please the I.R.S.
Your money is no longer made of Silver or of Gold. You trade your wealth for paper, so your life can be controlled. You pay for crimes that make our Nation, turn from God in shame. You've taken Satan's number, and you've traded in your name."
"You've given up control to those who do you harm. So they can padlock churches, and steal the family farm. They keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail, harass your fellow countrymen, while corrupted courts prevail."
"Your public servants don't uphold the solemn oath they've sworn. Your daughters visit doctors, so your grandchildren won't be born. To foreign shores your leaders ship artillery and guns, then they send your sons to slaughter, fighting the other people's wars."
"Can you regain the freedom for which we fought and died? Or don't you have the courage, or the faith to stand with pride? Are there no more values for which you'll fight to save? Or do you wish your children to live in fear as slaves?"
"People of this Republic, arise and take a stand! Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land! Preserve our Great Republic, and all our God-Given Rights! And pray to God to keep the torch of Freedom burning bright!"
As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from whence he came.
His words were true. We are not free. We have ourselves to blame.
For even now the traitors trample each God-Given Right, while we just watch and tremble, scared to stand and fight.
If he stood by your bedside, in a dream, while you're asleep, And wonders what remains of our Rights he fought to keep, What would be your answer, if he called out from the grave:
"Is this still the land of the free and home of the brave?"
by Thelen Paulk
I had a dream the other night, I didn't understand. A figure walking through the mist, with a flintlock in his hand. His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed. He took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low, he said:
"We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty. We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny. For future generations, this legacy we gave. In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave."
"The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you'd always keep. But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents were asleep. Your freedom gone, your courage lost, you're no more than a slave. In this, the land of the free and home of the brave."
"You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun, Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one. On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent. Although you have no voice in choosing, how the money's spent."
"Your children must attend a school that doesn't educate. Your Christian values can't be taught, according to the state. You read about the current news, in a regulated press. You pay a tax you do not owe, to please the I.R.S.
Your money is no longer made of Silver or of Gold. You trade your wealth for paper, so your life can be controlled. You pay for crimes that make our Nation, turn from God in shame. You've taken Satan's number, and you've traded in your name."
"You've given up control to those who do you harm. So they can padlock churches, and steal the family farm. They keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail, harass your fellow countrymen, while corrupted courts prevail."
"Your public servants don't uphold the solemn oath they've sworn. Your daughters visit doctors, so your grandchildren won't be born. To foreign shores your leaders ship artillery and guns, then they send your sons to slaughter, fighting the other people's wars."
"Can you regain the freedom for which we fought and died? Or don't you have the courage, or the faith to stand with pride? Are there no more values for which you'll fight to save? Or do you wish your children to live in fear as slaves?"
"People of this Republic, arise and take a stand! Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land! Preserve our Great Republic, and all our God-Given Rights! And pray to God to keep the torch of Freedom burning bright!"
As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from whence he came.
His words were true. We are not free. We have ourselves to blame.
For even now the traitors trample each God-Given Right, while we just watch and tremble, scared to stand and fight.
If he stood by your bedside, in a dream, while you're asleep, And wonders what remains of our Rights he fought to keep, What would be your answer, if he called out from the grave:
"Is this still the land of the free and home of the brave?"
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