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  1. I posted both these over on Rearparty and thought they would be appreciated here, although not completely sure Im posting them in the correct place. They both brought a lump to my throat, I hope you enjoy them as much as I did when I first read them.

    by A. Lawrence Vaincourt

    I saw the soldiers marching, one drear November day,
    Those heroes bold, from wars of old, in countries far away.
    I heard the drums like thunder, the sound of marching feet,
    As men of ancient valor marched down our little street.

    I heard the skirl of bagpipes, the blare of brasses bold,
    As heroes from another time relived the days of old.
    The old, the halt, the lame, the slow, they marched with solemn pace,
    To honor comrades fallen at another time and place.

    I felt the tightness in my throat, the tears that burned my eyes,
    As I watched the quiet dignity of old men marching by.
    The fine young men, and women too, in battles long ago,
    Who gave their youth and some, their lives,to fight our country’s foe.

    On this day will be remembered by comrades who remain,
    And by the heavens, weeping, with softly falling rain.
    The medals softly jingling on every passing chest,
    In memory of companions who’ve long been laid to rest.

    There are some unfit, and some who sit, in wheelchairs, row on row,
    While they recall what price was paid to turn our country’s foe.
    And some will stand with tear-dimmed eyes, and some with faces grim,
    While all repeat the solemn vow,

    Just A Simple Soldier
    by A. Lawrence Vaincourt

    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, everyone.

    And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors, his tales became a joke, all his buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.

    But we'll hear his tales no longer, for ol' Bob has passed away, and the world's a little poorer, for a soldier died today.

    He won't be mourned by many, just his children and his wife. For he lived an ordinary, very quiet sort of life.

    He held a job and raised a family, quietly going on his way; and the world won't note his passing; 'tho 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 of their 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, some jerk who breaks his promise, 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?

    The politician's stipend and the style in which he lives, are sometimes disproportionate, to the service 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 is so long ago, that our Bob's and Jim's and Johnny's, 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 really want some cop-out, with his ever waffling stand?

    Or would you want 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 the paper that might say:

  2. Sniffle!!