Song by George Jones
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Dennis -
good ole possum... |
As great a song
as the man himself. "No show" is also a Veteran of the Korean War. He has and will always be my favorite singer.
Thanks George! And thanks for posting the site! Packo |
reflections off black
Theres teddy bears, and high school rings,
& old photographs that mamas bring That daddies with their young boys, playing ball. There's combat boots that he used to wear, When he was sent over there. There's 50,000 names carved in the wall There's cigarettes, & theres cans of beer & notes that say I miss you dear & children who don't say anything at all. There's purple hearts and packs of gum fatherless daughters and fatherless sons & there's 50,000 names carved in the wall They come from all across this land In pickup trucks and mini vans Searching for a boy from long ago They scan the wall and find his name The teardrops fall like pouring rain & silently they leave a gift and go There's stars of David & rosary beads & crucifixion figurines & flowers of all colors large and small There's a Boy Scout badge and a merit pin Little American flags waving in the wind & there's 50,000 names carved in the wall. Theres 50,000 names carved in the wall... ......Reflections off black,... ... I sit here this morning with tears streaming down my cheeks,... ...been a long time since I've heard George's tribute, and it's haunting, comforting words share the chill of this crisp morning,... ...I think of my child sleeping curled up under his covers, dreams of toy trucks, and fudgepops swirling around in such an innocent mind... ...I cry not for myself,... ...I cry not for the names on the wall, ...or their fathers, and Mothers,... ...I cry for a lost generation of my Country,... ...I see that picture in my mind of that man crying leaning against the Wall, and feel his wrenching sorrow,... ... Was his from not being there?,... ... maybe he was, or maybe he wasn't in country,... ... but the anguish of being helpless to help is more consuming then death,... ...The first time I went to the traveling Wall, I was overcome by guilt, I went alone, I felt alone until I got close, and then it was like 50,000 arms reached out, and said "it's not your fault, you were just too young" it was overwelming floods of emotinal feelings that could not stay locked inside anymore,... ...They knew, and understood, and their warmth provided strength,... ..."We did it for you was their message",... ...Who ever comes within eyesight of the Wall is embraced by it's collective love,... ...the strength of 50,000 + souls gather to proclaim their sacrifices, and they love me,... they loved all of us so much that they freely gave their lives without question,... ...I shall forever live with the guilt, but it blows are softened by the calm, and peace of knowing that they love me,... ..."Welcome Home"... ... |
Thank you SEATJERKER for the wonderful words, I also have many tears today- you see 35 yrs ago today my everynite nite mare stared, lost a young marine off the back off our PBR, never got to him before he sunk, last thing I saw was his eyes looking into mine, each nite I think that I will reach his hand but never do. I thought I was able to learn to live with this, but sometime I think it just gets worse, thanks again for the words to the song.--Dennis
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Damn sandstorms. God bless us one and all. They would want us to keep movin.
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Icpd24, don't know if this helps but I hope so. You are not alone, we can cary your ruck if you need us to. God bless you.
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Curtis and Dennis.. thanks more than you will ever know.
Welcome Home !! Larry |
ArtySgt--- Thanks guys, this site has helped me more than any VA will ever
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