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May Their Memory Be A Blessing

The Israelis know how to do this correctly.

On the Israeli Memorial Day at 11 AM a siren is sounded for two minutes and the entire country comes to a halt.

People stop whatever they are doing; cars stop on highways and the vehicles empty out for two minutes of silence to honor the fallen.

I remember back when Decoration Day as my mother referred to it was always on May 30, and not conveniently placed on the last Monday in May to create a three day weekend inaugurating summer.

There was always a parade with drum and bugle corps, bands, twirlers, close order drill teams and veterans, marching from city hall to the church, where there was a cemetery  for veterans of the Civil War, and the ceremonies were capped with speeches and a lone bugle sounding taps.

When I was in the high school band I got to be in the parade in my blue uniform with its epaulets, piping, and silver buttons, that would be the envy of any Fifth Avenue doorman.

It was a time when the day was celebrated  in towns across the country this way and not running to buy up bedding or furniture at cut rate sale prices.

It all seemed to come crashing down around eleventh grade when a substantial number of band mates refused to participate because honoring the dead in their minds glorified war and they couldn’t support anything harmful to Vietnamese children or water buffaloes.

Suffice it to say there weren’t enough of us to field a team and I was back to observer status.

In spite of all of that, it was still a time when the rights of felons and communists did not garner precedent over We The People.

So this weekend in the midst of flipping burgers or stuffing another set of towels into the shopping cart, stop for one lousy stinking minute, and remain silent for those who died, and most likely died horribly, defending our nation.

Jesus may have died for your past sins but the American serviceman and woman continue to die for you to be able to keep sinning.

Happy Memorial Day

 

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POW

Documentary: Former POW Living in Remote Vietnam Village

By: Lisa Barron | NewsMax

A new documentary suggests that a former U.S. Army veteran is alive and living in a remote village in Vietnam more than four decades after he was shot down and presumed dead.

According to “Unclaimed,” a documentary by award-winning Canadian filmmaker Michael Jorgenson, an elderly man found in a village in southern Vietnam may be Sgt. John Hartley Robertson, a former Green Beret shot down in 1968, reports the British newspaper the Independent.

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Not For Nuthin’

Call me a romantic.

Maybe it was the impressionability of youth.

Maybe I’m nostalgic for those bygone days.

The truth is, the longer I live the more convinced I am that with a few exceptions aside, 1967-1972 was the most productive, the most prolific and the most precious five years in all of rock ‘n roll.

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This well-known Vietnam Era song came to mind after posting the following article today:
“Something of Historic Proportion is Happening” (History Repeating?)

Somethings Happening Here

Buffalo Springfield

There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware

I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind

I think it’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side

It’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away

We better stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, now, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

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