VETS obn VJ

[almaty 19]

Just want to say thanks to the VETS and if you are a VET post your branch of service...and main duty

US Army....2 yrs. drafted... Viet Nam era VET..Scout..now called forward observer

[almaty 19]

no vets here..ok, moving on

[Ban Hammer 12,829]

[scandal 951]

I am not a Vet. But I salute those who defend our nation and our freedoms.

[almaty 19]

brother charles, are you not a navy vet

?..i salute you service

[VanessaTony 3,567]

My husband is a Vet. He did his 4 years of service inc. two tours of Iraq plus a couple of others.

[Ban Hammer 12,829]

brother charles, are you not a navy vet

?..i salute you service

retired army

[almaty 19]

plus 10

[Captain Oates 910]

My cats love vets

[az110965 252]

US Army June 1983 - Jan 1997

Flew the AH-1S Cobra attack helicopter. WO3.

[luckytxn 2,263]

US Army June 1983 - Jan 1997

Flew the AH-1S Cobra attack helicopter. WO3.

Army. E-4. Was a MLRS crewmember. July 83-July 86. Became the battery clerk typist in S. Korea and moved up to S-1 later for awhile.

Almaty. There were two threads thanking the Vets and the other one was posted first so I posted there.

[Captain Oates 910]

" It is sweet and honorable to die for one's country"

DULCE ET DECORUM EST

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,

And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .

Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est

Pro patria mori.

Wilfred Owen

Wilfred Edward Salter Owen MC (18 March 1893 – 4 November 1918)

Edited November 14, 2011 by Ashud Cocoa

[Hilarious Clinton 452]

US Navy 6 years (1986 to 1992), Mechanical Operator in the Naval Nuclear Propulsion Program. I was on a guided missile cruiser, the USS Truxtun CGN-35.

Thanks to all Veterans!!

[I AM NOT THAT GUY 5,715]

Army National Guard 1982-1991 Corp Combat Engineer Officer/Platoon Leader after commission, Combat Engineer Reconnaissance Specialist (S-2) prior.

Late thanks to all who have served.

Edited November 17, 2011 by Crusty Old Perv

[Robert&Karen 264]

Joined the Army in 1980.

Three mobilizations in two wars.

Sitting here at E-8. Active and Reserve both.

Married my sweetheart on my 31st anniversary of service.

Still in.

Edited November 17, 2011 by Robert&Karen