Something I did two years ago. If you can't see it or don't want to listen to my warbling, the words are below.
Thank a Vet
Jimmy Dalton was a young man
When he was called to raise his hand
He went off to war
And never came home again.
Leroy Jones couldn't even vote
But he remembers the bitter cold
And the long walk home
in the snows of a foreign land
You don't know their names
You don't know who they are
They're the man down the street
Or, that guy in the car
The one that you pass by
And never even say hello
They're the man in the wheel chair
In the old folks home
The lady counting pennies
At the grocery store
and in the old town square
Some names carved in the stone
Who am I but a single voice
Crying out into the wilderness
Asking you if you can see
That the reason that we're free
Is...
They fight
They bleed
They cry over what they see
They don't ask for much
While they keep us free
And, I don't ask for much
But for you to see
So, don't run
Don't walk
Don't turn away from the price they paid
If you're listening to my song today
Thank a Vet
Joe Rodriguez was 21
He dreamed of being a citizen
He earned a purple heart
In a place he had never heard of
Gina Gordon held the hands
And washed the blood off of dying men
She still see's them in her dreams
For her they will never be gone
They're or brothers and our sisters
The policemen on the beat
Our mothers and our fathers
The neighbor down the street
They came and they stood
Where ever we raised our flag
From sea to shining to sea
And all across this land
From tangled jungles
To the burning sand
They came when we called
And some gave all they had
Who am I but a single voice
Crying out into the wilderness
Asking you if you can see
That the reason that we're free
Is...
They fight
They bleed
They cry over what they see
They don't ask for much
While they keep us free
And, I don't ask for much
But for you to see
So, don't run
Don't walk
Don't turn away from the price they paid
If you're listening to my song today
Thank a Vet
Thank a Vet
Jimmy Dalton was a young man
When he was called to raise his hand
He went off to war
And never came home again.
Leroy Jones couldn't even vote
But he remembers the bitter cold
And the long walk home
in the snows of a foreign land
You don't know their names
You don't know who they are
They're the man down the street
Or, that guy in the car
The one that you pass by
And never even say hello
They're the man in the wheel chair
In the old folks home
The lady counting pennies
At the grocery store
and in the old town square
Some names carved in the stone
Who am I but a single voice
Crying out into the wilderness
Asking you if you can see
That the reason that we're free
Is...
They fight
They bleed
They cry over what they see
They don't ask for much
While they keep us free
And, I don't ask for much
But for you to see
So, don't run
Don't walk
Don't turn away from the price they paid
If you're listening to my song today
Thank a Vet
Joe Rodriguez was 21
He dreamed of being a citizen
He earned a purple heart
In a place he had never heard of
Gina Gordon held the hands
And washed the blood off of dying men
She still see's them in her dreams
For her they will never be gone
They're or brothers and our sisters
The policemen on the beat
Our mothers and our fathers
The neighbor down the street
They came and they stood
Where ever we raised our flag
From sea to shining to sea
And all across this land
From tangled jungles
To the burning sand
They came when we called
And some gave all they had
Who am I but a single voice
Crying out into the wilderness
Asking you if you can see
That the reason that we're free
Is...
They fight
They bleed
They cry over what they see
They don't ask for much
While they keep us free
And, I don't ask for much
But for you to see
So, don't run
Don't walk
Don't turn away from the price they paid
If you're listening to my song today
Thank a Vet
Respects to the US vets today as well. Lest we forget.
Thank you from a veteran, a former paratrooper and drill sergeant, and current Virginia Defense Force member. (Yes, there are currently organized state militias!) Without the folks back home to support us and love us, we could never have done the job we did. God bless our veterans, and the people who support us.
Alan Briley, RN
http://oxymoronlover.wordpress.com/2009/11/11/dear-son/
You will feel good about doing stuff like that! Especially if they are a very junior enlisted person.
Try it. YOU will like it. More than the monetary amount involved, I believe they are most grateful that someone actually cares, and took a positive step to express that appreciation. Done in the presence of a family member, the message gets thru to them too, as they also serve.