30 Years Ago Today.....

[opas ride]

Attachment 14131 Is it any wonder the troops see him as a jerk?

The photo shows it all...This self-serving, useless "jerk" has absolutely no respect for our Military and is only concerned about his own political worthless left wing BS...What an "ASSHOLE"......

[stroguy]

You cannot hide ignorant.

[53driver]

Thank a waiter for their service, thank a vet for their sacrifice. The minute they are inducted they pledge their lives because at any given moment they will use their body as a shield between you and the enemy. And whether they make it back or not they walk fearlessly into danger with no fanfare or praise. And to correct a well known, but in my opinion, grossly inaccurate phase "All Gave Some, Some Gave All" I don't think a soldier, or sailor, goes into battle saying to himself "I'm going to give some of myself." A better phrase is "All Gave All, Some Gave The Ultimate.". And in honor of all fallen vets who gave the ultimate I submit the ultimate Memorial Day Tribute IMHO:

These did not pass in selfishness;
they died for all mankind;
They died to build a better world
for all who stay behind;
And we who hold their memory dear,
and bring them flowers today,
Should consecrate ourselves once more
to live and die as they.


They were defenders of the faith
and guardians of the truth;
That you and I might live and love,
they gladly gave their youth;
And we who set this day apart
to honor them who sleep
Should pledge ourselves to hold the faith
they gave their lives to keep.


If tears are all we shed for them,
then they have died in vain;
If flowers are all we bring them,
forgotten they remain;
If by their courage we ourselves
to courage are not led,
Then needlessly these graves have closed
above our heroes dead.


To symbolize our love with flowers
is not enough to do;
We must be brave as they were brave,
and true as they were true.
They died to build a better world,
and we who mourn today
Should consecrate ourselves once more
to live and die as they

Thanks mate. I liked it a lot. Is that a taxfree original?

[srt8-in-largo]

Steve, very impressed my friend!

Reagan and his kind are the last of an exemplary breed; the torch has been passed to the current generation and now it's up to us to similarly conduct ourselves with a wisdom and class worthy of being passed to the ones coming up behind us.


You're either an A-hole or a dimwit to do what this guy does:

[stroguy]

Buffoon with a capital BUFFOON.

[shooter]

Steve, very impressed my friend!

Reagan and his kind are the last of an exemplary breed; the torch has been passed to the current generation and now it's up to us to similarly conduct ourselves with a wisdom and class worthy of being passed to the ones coming up behind us.


You're either an A-hole or a dimwit to do what this guy does:

Me thinks BOTH. This so-called great orator , this "brilliant scholar". I'm not putting him down. From what I've seen I think at best he is of average intelligence. And that may be generous. I would like to see the results of a standardized IQ exam.

[taxfree4]

Thanks mate. I liked it a lot. Is that a taxfree original?

I wish, that's a Memorial Day poem written by Edgar A Guest that is read every Memorial Day Ceremony at my chapel.

[53driver]

I wish, that's a Memorial Day poem written by Edgar A Guest that is read every Memorial Day Ceremony at my chapel.

Edgar A Guest? Oh my goodness. No wonder I liked it.
My all time favorite poem is by him: "It Couldn't Be Done."

My dad had a gorgeous Old English Script of that poem framed and hanging in his home office for years.
He knew I liked it.
When I got promoted to LtCol, he gave it to me and wrote on the back how proud he was.

It Couldn’t Be Done
BY EDGAR ALBERT GUEST

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it!

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it;”
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.