Need short poem on the importance of war veterans explaining their experiences to the younger generation?
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The veteran represents a nation proud and strong;\nInspiring her to do what is right and not what's wrong.\nSadly he sits, and we are wondering as to why\nThis soldier of old has a tear in his eye.\n\nWatching with disbelief so quietly, brave, and tall;\nThe nation he fought for is together for the good of all.\nThis obscured enemy will eventually learn about defeat\nAs God guides his nation back on her feet.\n\nThis veteran has witnessed her sufferings in the past -\nWars, assassinations, and the Oklahoma blast.\nNow, we need not wonder why there's a tear in his eye,\nAs he watches the devastation that started in the sky.\n\nThe lives lost in Pennsylvania, Manhattan, and DC\nWill not have died in vain, on this we all will agree.\nSo, to the veteran with the tear glistening in his eye,\nWe ask that you not worry on us you can rely.\n\nThe battles he fought helped mold us today;\nThe tear in his eye will now be wiped away.\nHis nation will comfort this veteran of old,\nAs the facts of what happened begin to unfold.
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My little brother serves in the military.  I am proud of my little brother.  He has had to serve in Iraq for nearly one year.  He had to leave his new wife pregnant w/his child to go.  He did not get to see the birth of his first baby girl.\n\nDid he want to?  No.  He did it because it was his duty to protect his country and those of us who live here. \n\nHe wasn't the same when he came back  from war.  I do not know if it was because he had to kill people or if he just say so much death (he never has told me).\n\nBut I asked him if he would go back again.\n\nHe told me that he spent weeks without a shower; sand filling every orifice in his body.  He would go six days at time without sleep.  He rarely got to talk to anyone outside of his fellow soldiers.  He smoked nearly a carton of cigarettes per day.  Their water bottles would get so hot they would put them in socks , dampen them, and tie them to the outside of their truck so they would cool off enough to drink.  They would set their food in the window of their trucks to cook.\n\nBut he said, yes I would.\n\nWhy?\n\nBecause the people over there are grateful for us coming to help them out.  You see so little of it in the media.  \n\nSo if you have a problem with the leadership of this country get into politics.\n\nIf you have a problems with military policy, go demonstrate.\n\nIf you want to change the policy, go join and become a general.\n\nIf you want to disparage and degrade the men who serve this great nation because it is there duty, go to hell!
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Sure, but you're question is a bit vague. What, specifically, do you want to know? I can type out the entire poem for you, if that's what you need.
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CAPT. KOONS steps inside the room toward the little boy and\n        bends down on one knee to bring him even with the boy's\n        eyeline.  When Koons speaks, he speaks with a slight Texas\n        accent.\n\n                                  CAPT. KOONS\n                       Hello, little man.  Boy I sure\n                       heard a bunch about you.  See, I\n                       was a good friend of your Daddy's.\n                       We were in that Hanoi pit of hell\n                       over five years together.\n                       Hopefully, you'll never have to\n                       experience this yourself, but when\n                       two men are in a situation like me\n                       and your Daddy were, for as long as\n                       we were, you take on certain\n                       responsibilities of the other.  If\n                       it had been me who had not made it,\n                       Major Coolidge would be talkin'\n                       right now to my son Jim.  But the\n                       way it worked out is I'm talkin' to\n                       you, Butch.  I got somethin' for\n                       ya.\n\n        The Captain pulls a gold wrist watch out of his pocket.\n\n                                  CAPT. KOONS\n                       This watch I got here was first\n                       purchased by your great-granddaddy.\n                       It was bought during the First\n                       World War in a little general store\n                       in Knoxville, Tennessee.  It was\n                       bought by private Doughboy Ernie\n                       Coolidge the day he set sail for\n                       Paris.  It was your great-\n                       granddaddy's war watch, made by the\n                       first company to ever make wrist\n                       watches.  You see, up until then,\n                       people just carried pocket watches.\n                       Your great-granddaddy wore that\n                       watch every day he was in the war.\n                       Then when he had done his duty, he\n                       went home to your great-\n                       grandmother, took the watch off his\n                       wrist and put it in an ol' coffee\n                       can.  And in that can it stayed\n                       'til your grandfather Dane Coolidge\n                       was called upon by his country to\n                       go overseas and fight the Germans\n                       once again.  This time they called\n                       it World War Two.\n                       Your great-granddaddy gave it to\n                       your granddad for good luck.\n                       Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't\n                       as good as his old man's.  Your\n                       granddad was a Marine and he was\n                       killed with all the other Marines\n                       at the battle of Wake Island.  Your\n                       granddad was facing death and he\n                       knew it.  None of those boys had\n                       any illusions about ever leavin'\n                       that island alive.  So three days\n                       before the Japanese took the\n                       island, your 22-year old\n                       grandfather asked a gunner on an\n                       Air Force transport named Winocki,\n                       a man he had never met before in\n                       his life, to deliver to his infant\n                       son, who he had never seen in the\n                       flesh, his gold watch.  Three days\n                       later, your grandfather was dead.\n                       But Winocki kept his word.  After\n                       the war was over, he paid a visit\n
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GEN. Stormin "Norman Schwarzkopf"! Or any of the veterans you can interview at your local V.A Center or retirement home. They are all historically significant, and have fascinating stories to tell :) Good luck
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On Children\n\nAnd a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." \n\nAnd he said: \n\nYour children are not your children. \n\nThey are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. \n\nThey come through you but not from you, \n\nAnd though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. \n\nYou may give them your love but not your thoughts. \n\nFor they have their own thoughts. \n\nYou may house their bodies but not their souls, \n\nFor their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. \n\nYou may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. \n\nFor life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. \n\nYou are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. \n\nThe archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. \n\nLet your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness; \n\nFor even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
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My Grandfather in WW1\nMy Uncle buried overseas after being blown up by a land mine in WW11\nMy Uncle who made it home from Viet Nam but was never the same. Put a shotgun in his mouth and ended it.\nMy Son who thankfully has made it back from Iraq.\nAnd to the many other members of my family and other families whom have made the supreme sacrifice. Let us have a moment of silence for that sacrifice each day.\nBless you Petty Officer Third Class Aerr K. Eltringham
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http://www.christmas-time.com/ct-bleakmid.htm\nthe poem
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in my personal opinion its a good poem but i find poems are always better when the person has experienced what they are writing about whether or not its racism, abuse or love and you obviously have some skills as a poet but i think you could reach your full potential if you write about something you have been through
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It's not derogatory, but the only link I've been able to find to Field Marshall Haig and poetry of any sort is this:\n\nIn the aftermath of World War I, Field Marshal Earl Haig, the British Commander-in-Chief, recognised the plight of the "lost generation" of survivors, and devoted the remainder of his life to organising support for those who suffered as a result of the War. From his actions emerged several organisations committed to the ex-Service community in Scotland, including the Earl Haig Fund Scotland.\n\nIn addition, Lady Haig established the Poppy Factory for disabled ex-Service men to produce paper poppies for sale to the public.\n\nThe tradition of using poppies has its roots in a poem written by Lt Colonel John McCrae, a Scots-Canadian medical officer who served in Flanders during World War I. The poem linked the red poppies which flourished on the war-torn battlefields with the sacrifice of the soldiers who died there.  The poem is titled "in Flanders Fields" and is shown below.\n\nIn Flanders Fields\n\nIn Flanders fields the poppies blow \nBetween the crosses, row on row, \nThat mark our place; and in the sky \nThe larks, still bravely singing, fly \nScarce heard amid the guns below. \n\nWe are the dead. Short days ago \nWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, \nLoved and were loved, and now we lie \nIn Flanders fields. \n\nTake up our quarrel with the foe;\nTo you from failing hands we throw \nThe torch; be yours to hold it high. \nIf ye break faith with us who die \nWe shall not sleep, though poppies grow \nIn Flanders fields.
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For me that is such a difficult question to answer.  I have so many favorites.  \n\nThe whole poem Desiderata is beautiful and profound.  Every line is special so I will quote only the last ones:\n\n"Therefore be at peace with God, \nwhatever you conceive Him to be,\nand whatever your labors and aspirations,\nin the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy. "\n\nThen from High Flight by John Gillespie Magee we have:\n\n"Up, up the long delirious, burning blue \nI've topped the windswept heights with easy grace \nWhere never lark, or even eagle flew. \nAnd, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod \nThe high untresspassed sanctity of space, \nPut out my hand, and touched the face of God."\n\nFinally, I would refer you to a poem called Little Bateese by william Henry Drummond.  It is deceptively simple, but again profound.  It speaks of the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren, one of the things that really matter in life for sure.  There is nothing as special as the love of a grandparent and grandchild for each other.  The last lines of the poem are:\n\n"But leetle Bateese! please don't forget\nWe rader you 're stayin' de small boy yet, \nSo chase de chicken an' mak' dem scare\nAn' do w'at you lak wit' your ole gran'pere\nFor w'en you 're beeg feller he won't be dere--\nLeetle Bateese!"\n\nTranslation:  \nBut little Bateese!  Please don't forget\nWe'd rather you stayed a small boy yet\nSo chase the chickens and make them scared\nAnd do what you like with your old grandpere\nFor when you're a big fellow he won't be there -\nLittle Bateese!\n\nI get carried away with poetry!
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THE FINAL INSPECTION \n\n\nThe soldier stood and faced God, which must always come to pass.\nHe hoped his shoes were shining, just as brightly as his brass. \n"Step forward now, you soldier, how shall I deal with you?\nHave you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?"\n\nThe soldier squared his shoulders and said, no, Lord, I guess I ain't.\nBecause those of us who carry guns, can't always be a saint.\nI've had to work most Sundays, and at times my talk was tough.\nAnd sometimes I've been violent, because the world is awfully rough. \nBut, I never took a penny, that wasn't mine to keep...\nThough I worked a lot of overtime, when the bills got just too steep.\nAnd I never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear. \nAnd sometimes, God, forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears.\nI know I don't deserve a place, among the people here.\nThey never wanted me around, except to calm their fears.\nIf you've a place for me here, Lord, it needn't be so grand.\nI never expected or had too much, but if you don't, I'll understand.\n\nThere was a silence all around the throne, where the saints had often trod.\n\nAs the soldier waited quietly, for the judgment of his God.\n\n"Step forward now, you soldier, you've borne your burdens well.\nWalk peacefully on Heaven's streets,  you've done your time in Hell." \n\n\n~Author Unknown~ \n\n\n\n\n   It's the Soldier, not the reporter \nwho has given us the freedom of the press. \n\nIt's the Soldier, not the poet, \nwho has given us the freedom of speech. \n\nIt's the Soldier, not the politicians \nthat ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. \n\nIt's the Soldier who salutes the flag, \nwho serves beneath the flag, \nand whose coffin is draped by the flag.
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I am only speaking for myself, but I was taught to be a responsible person at an early age. I didn't have to work\nif didn't want to,but I started working way before I turned\n18. Only because I felt if wanted something extra for my- \nself, that I should earn it instead of that something just\nbeing handed to me.\nAs for the parent subject, I come from the US. My family,\nMy culture, doesn't  believe in discarding are elderly. We \nbelieve that are elderly should be honored and respected.\nThey are the ones that paved the way for us in this world.\nAre parents created us, taught us, loved us! They hold a \nspecial place in are families. They are the ones we go to  \nfor advice,comforting and loving. They are considered to\nbe the wise ones!\nSo there maybe some people who do send their parents\nto retirement homes, but did you consider the reasons\nwhy they do? Some people may not have the finances to\nbe able to take care of ther parents, some may not have the capability to, some of \nthe parents may have special needs that can only be \ntaking care of in that kind of facility. There are also some \nparents who actually chose to be in that kind of place for \nwhat ever reasons.\nAll I know is what I would do. I take care of my elderly mom\nright now! She doesn't need for anything. My family and I \npay the bills,clean and cook for her. She comes and goes\nas she pleases, spends her money as she pleases. I \nthink and again it's only me, that my mother has fullfilled \nher duty to me! And it's time I did my loving duty to her, to\nmake the last stages in her life, the best, the easiest, the \nmost comforting and do it with love as she did for me!
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Here:\n\nhttp://www.bernardsboe.com/Cedar-Hill/Linked_pages/grade4/warquotes.htm
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Coming together is a beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success.\n\nIn prosperity, our friends know us & in adversity, we know our friends. \n\nAnger is a condition in which the tongue works faster than the mind. \n\nYou can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying over the future.\n\nLove...and you shall be loved. \n\nAll people smile in the same language. \n\nEveryone needs to be loved.. especially when they do not deserve it. \n\nThe real measure of a man's wealth is what he has invested in eternity. \n\nEveryone has beauty but not everyone sees it. \n\nIt's important for parents to live the same things they teach. \n\nIf you fill your heart with regrets of yesterday and the worries of tomorrow, you have no today to be thankful for. \n\nThe choice you make today will usually affect tomorrow. \n\nTake time to laugh, for it is the music of the soul. \n\nPatience is the ability to idle your motor when you feel like stripping your gears. \n\nLove is strengthened by working through conflicts together. \n\nHarsh words break no bones but they do break hearts. \n\nTo get out of a difficulty, one usually must go through it. \n\nWe take for granted the things that we should be giving thanks for. \n\nLove is the only thing that can be divided without being diminished. \n\nHappiness is enhanced by others but does not depend upon others. \n\nFor every minute you are angry with someone, you lose 60 seconds of happiness that you can never get back. \n\nDo what you can, for who you can, with what you have, and where you are.
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The Final Inspection\n\nThe soldier stood and faced his God,\nWhich must always come to pass;\nHe hoped his shoes were shining bright,\nJust as brightly as his brass. \n\n"Step forward now, soldier,\nHow shall I deal with you?\nHave you turned the other cheek?\nTo my church have you been true?"\n\nThe soldier squared his shoulders and said,\n"No, Lord, I guess I ain't;\nBecause those of us who carry guns,\nCan't always be a saint.\n\nI've had to work most Sundays,\nAnd at times my talk was rough;\nI've had to break your rules my Lord,\nBecause the world is awfully tough.\n\nBut, I never took a thing\nThat wasn't mine to keep;\nThough I worked a lot of overtime,\nWhen the bills got just too steep.\n\nAnd I never passed a cry for help,\nThough at times I shook with fear;\nAnd sometimes ... God forgive me,\nI've wept unmanly tears.\n\nI know I don't deserve a place\nAmong the people here;\nThey never wanted me around,\nExcept to calm their fears.\n\nIf you've a place for me here, Lord,\nIt needn't be so grand;\nI never expected or had too much,\nBut if you don't, I'll understand."\n\nThere was a silence all around the throne,\nWhere the saints often trod;\nAs the soldier waited quietly,\nFor the judgment of his God.\n\n"Step forward now, soldier,\nYou've borne your burdens well;\nCome walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,\nYou've done your time in HELL!"\n~ Author Unknown ~
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I had to write a poem - yes, I know\nThe problem is I have no talent, though\nI think a lot and hope I'll find a way\nto tell you how I feel...'cause I obey. \n\nLike any human creature, I was told:\n"To share emotions, you have to be bold, \nTo look in other's eyes and speak up right\nabout anything you ...dreamt at night!" \n\nI wish I could find better words to share\nWarm messages about you would care, \nTo teach you some important lesson now\nI wish I had the power to know how. \n\nTo speak about love, and family\nAbout kids and play - yes, I agree\nAbout war and soldiers - so much fear\nAbout weapons, killing - one more tear. \n\nI wish I had a potion or a charm\nProtecting all Americans of any harm\nIf we had dreamt about all that's bad\nthen waking up won't make anyone sad!\n\nI thank you all for listening my work\nI really wish you won't feel I did wrong,\nI hope you all have a great day\nAnd to wirte poems in a better way!