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A Soldier's Tale
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 once 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 buddies listened quietly For they knew where of 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, Going quietly 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 SoldierGoes unnoticed, and unsung.Is the greatest contribution To the welfare of our land, Some jerk who breaks his promiseAnd 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 often 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 is so many times That our Bobs and Jims and Johnnys, Went to battle, but we know, It is not the politiciansWith 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 SoldierHis home, his country, his kin, Just a common Soldier, Who would fight until the end. He was just a common Soldier, And his ranks are growing thin, But his presence should remind usWe may need his like again. For when countries are in conflict, 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 homageAt the ending of his days. Perhaps just a simply headlineIn the paper that might say: "OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."

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They say the government is going to offset Veterans benefits against those recived from SSDI and benifit I worked for most of my adult life. While working I was reciving Vet Benifits for things related to my service in Vietnam..In 97 I became unable to work and about a year later started reciving SSDI to offset lost wages till I can return to work. Both benifits together are less then I was getting working full time.. but I learned to adjust. Now they say i must offset the SSDI amount against thr VA amount ..In effect putting my home car and the total way i live in jeopardy ... DO I have any options lose my home lose my car file bankrupcty....Thank You Geogre Bush..

A Reflection on Mother's Day

- Lance Cpl. Aaron William Simons Killed in Iraq By Marie Jon' May 10, 2006 12:29 PM EST Mrs. Charlotte Simons will experience a different reflection this coming Mother's day and all the other days that will follow. Her son, Lance Cpl. Aaron William Simons, 20, died April 24 in al-Qaim, Iraq. Mothers often are blessed with more than one child. But let it be understood that the death of a child never can be compared to the lives of her other children. The lose of a son is devastating. Often, many people believe that having other children softens the devastation. It does not. Mrs. Simons only had one Aaron. While other moms will receive phone calls, flowers, cards and hugs from all their children, Charlotte Simon's family will be missing one grown son. Mrs. Simons is facing the reality that Aaron will never be there to hold and to kiss her. On mother's Day she will not hear Aaron's laughing voice, nor hear him call out her name. However, because this mother firmly believes in her Lord Jesus Christ, she knows that she will be with him again at another time and in another place.( ltr.netro.ca/ee.html ) A loving mom will have wonderful memories of a son, who was so very special. Those memories will have to suffice a mother's grief for the rest of her life. Aaron has gone home and there is where a mother's heart will be. "Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." Matthew 6:19-24 ( www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=%20Mt%206:19-24;&version=31 ; ) This past Thursday in the Calvary Temple Worship Center in Modesto, California, nearly three hundred people gathered to pay their last respects to a young Marine of grand stature. The family graciously offered an open casket service so that those who attended could look into the face of the man they came to honor. Lance Cpl. Aaron William Simons was laid to rest wearing his Marine Corps dress blue uniform. Brother Michael Simons, sitting in a wheelchair, brought many to tears as he sang "He Will Carry Me." This was Michael's way of saying good bye to his brother who gave his life willingly. It was easy to make Mrs. Simons son happy as he served his country in a far away place. He loved eating SpaghettiOs. Charlotte shipped Aaron cases of his favorite canned pasta. Lance Cpl. Aaron William Simons had many interests. While in school, he formed a garage band called Bucket of Funk and Innuendo Blü. He played the guitar, the piano, and the keyboard. He loved the rich sounds of strings. It was his pleasure to teach his fellow Marines to play guitar. Lance Cpl. Simons was an athletic young man. He often did his push-ups while wearing a backpack full of weight. He was a pleasant, thoughtful man who loved God and country. He persuaded others to join in the honor of serving their country. "Aaron Simons is the 16th person from the Northern San Joaquin Valley to die in combat in Iraq and Afghanistan in the past three years. He was killed after two rockets hit his base after he returned from patrol." Modesto Bee Godly parents understood their parental roles. We can mightily appreciate the loving parents who raised a wonderful son named Aaron. Lance Cpl. Aaron William Simons will forever more be an American hero. His parents understood the importance of their son's mission in life. We all can attest to the goodness and sacrifice of another fallen hero, as a war on terror continues. A war this country cannot an will not lose. God bless patriotic families who have sacrificed so much. Remember them in your thoughts and prayers.

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My Bad week!

I guess I should say if you don't have eyes in the back of your head you best turn and look. Because lately seems everyone's trying to stab you in the back. I made a comment on a Veteran's Group site on Yahoo. Seems this Guy is collecting Service connected disability because in boot camp 35 years ago they gave him a Blanket party. Now he claims PTSD for it. And our government in paying him! Come on now that's just plain silly! But after I say so.All hell breaks loose he cries to the members and guess what . They come to his defense. Not everyone but a few ! Made me out as the bad guy! LOL I'd say if a good asswhipping in bootcamp done all that to him, then combat would of Killed him completely.

Combat Soldier's prayer

A COMBAT SOLDIER'S PRAYERby
Gary Jacobson © 1999
This combat soldier's prayer,Who has served his time in Hell,Is may we learn the lessons of war well,That we not doom future generations,The same old tales of horror to tell,To endure what in youth they see mistakenly as glory.Oh God, do not let our childrenRepeat the same old story.Make it so that America's babies live to grow oldIn this land of the free and the bold.Help us throw off the shackles of hate that bindAnd grow old in a life of a peaceful kind.Teach us that there is no glory in war,Nor honor there that brave men should not abhor.Teach us instead, one for another our brothers to love.Shower us with thine Celestial message from above,That we plant seeds of peace evermoreAnd make war-no-more!But if I should die on some far, far away battlefieldKnow I answered the callFor a grand principle of freedom to yield.My fervent prayer is that deathMay not have been in vainFighting for peace and right for the world to attain.My brothers, American roses standing by my sideOn alien soil dyingIn the summer of my youthful prideAll the leaves around me falling,Now I'm lying here still, in sunshine and in shadow,Longing to hear, "brother next door, I love you so."For moldering in the soft ground below,I feel you living and loving in the world above meStanding tall because I fought that you might be...Oh look ye down now,And tell me you still think of meHonor my red blood, spilt that others might stand free.Tell me that I did not give my all for you in vainThat brothers and sisters do not look upon my sacrificeWith hateful,Or even worse,Uncaring disdain.Do not forget me when my valley's hushedAnd white with snow,Grass growing green in the summer of my meadowHelp me see the peace I lived and died for grow.Make my lonely grave richer,Sweeter be...Make this truly,"The land of the freeAnd the home of the brave,"I gave my life to saveThat I might too, lie eternally,Forever free...