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Thanks to ALL who served

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  1. hrosik123

    hrosik123 Member

    Apr 12, 2009
    With Memorial Day fast approaching I want to extend a heart felt thank you to everyone on this site who served their country and did it proudly. Thank you all.
    God bless our troops
  2. cubancigar2000

    cubancigar2000 Well-Known Member

    Jan 29, 1998
    I second that. semper fi to all my fellow Marines and thx to any vet that served regardless of the branch
  3. Stl Flyn

    Stl Flyn Well-Known Member

    Apr 6, 2010
    Absolutely! Thanks to ALL that have sacrificed, for our Country and Freedoms.
  4. flashmax

    flashmax Well-Known Member

    Apr 22, 2013
    You are welcome.

    It was the highest Honor of my life to serve my Country in time of War. I served Her well, as did everyone I served with. I did the best job that my abilities allowed and was rewarded just like every other warfighter since Countries first came onto the planet. It goes like this;

    This poem was one in a series by Kipling called “Barrack-Room Ballads” which was dedicated “To T.A.”. The poem is a protest piece written from the perspective of the common soldier, Tommy Atkins. In it, Kipling compares the behaviour of civilians towards soldiers during peacetime to how they treat the ‘redcoats’ when war begins. The soldier notes that when there is no immediate need for him and his comrades in the minds of the people, they treat him as a pariah. However, when the political situation heats up, the soldiers are suddenly hailed as heroes and treated as such. The work ends with the solemn reminder to the reader that while he may be common and uneducated, that does not make him ignorant of their behaviour. As is common with Kipling, the last line resounds in the reader’s mind.


    I went into a public-’ouse to get a pint o’ beer,
    The publican ‘e up an’ sez, “We serve no red-coats here.”
    The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die,
    I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I:
    O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, go away”;
    But it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins”, when the band begins to play,
    The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
    O it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins”, when the band begins to play.

    I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
    They gave a drunk civilian room, but ‘adn’t none for me;
    They sent me to the gallery or round the music-’alls,
    But when it comes to fightin’, Lord! they’ll shove me in the stalls!
    For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, wait outside”;
    But it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide,
    The troopship’s on the tide, my boys, the troopship’s on the tide,
    O it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide.

    Yes, makin’ mock o’ uniforms that guard you while you sleep
    Is cheaper than them uniforms, an’ they’re starvation cheap;
    An’ hustlin’ drunken soldiers when they’re goin’ large a bit
    Is five times better business than paradin’ in full kit.
    Then it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, ‘ow’s yer soul?”
    But it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll,
    The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
    O it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll.

    We aren’t no thin red ‘eroes, nor we aren’t no blackguards too,
    But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
    An’ if sometimes our conduck isn’t all your fancy paints,
    Why, single men in barricks don’t grow into plaster saints;
    While it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, fall be’ind”,
    But it’s “Please to walk in front, sir”, when there’s trouble in the wind,
    There’s trouble in the wind, my boys, there’s trouble in the wind,
    O it’s “Please to walk in front, sir”, when there’s trouble in the wind.

    You talk o’ better food for us, an’ schools, an’ fires, an’ all:
    We’ll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
    Don’t mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
    The Widow’s Uniform is not the soldier-man’s disgrace.
    For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Chuck him out, the brute!”
    But it’s “Saviour of ‘is country” when the guns begin to shoot;

    An’ it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ anything you please;
    An’ Tommy ain’t a bloomin’ fool — you bet that Tommy sees!

    Introduction from : http://anirishmanabroad.wordpress.com/2010/08/09/manly-poems-tommy-by-rudyard-kipling/

    Poem itself has long since entered Public Domain.

    Warmest Regards,

    Don T. Littleton CO
  5. mcneeley5

    mcneeley5 Member

    Jan 2, 2008
    My oldest son, SFC Tyler McNeeley is in route this evening home from his 18 month tour of duty in Afganistan. We are excited and anxious for his homecoming, we shall party like crazy this weekend!
  6. CharlieAMA

    CharlieAMA TS Supporters TS Supporters

    Jan 29, 1998
    God's Country
    Hey- Thanks to all who served. Thank You. Thanks to my Dad, WW2, and to my deceased father in law for Korea. Thanks guys. Charlie Henderson
  7. oz

    oz Active Member

    Jan 29, 1998
    thank you VETERANS. I hope we have a military next year.
  8. dale58

    dale58 Well-Known Member

    Mar 22, 2011
    Lynn, Ma.
    As far as I'm concerned we can't thank you veterans enough. But this thread gives us all another chance. So a heart felt THANK YOU to all who have served on this site. Dale
  9. beeper

    beeper Member

    Dec 12, 2007
    Twenty five years in the Army and several tours in a combat zone and the little sacrafices that I made pale in comparison to what others have done. Especially our service men and women in combat zones today. I have been to Fort Carson and Bethesda Hospitals and have seen these horrendous injurues that our youngsters are suffering and have suffered. I suggest that all of us, with our thanks, contribute what you can to any of the organizations that help our Vets. Wounded Warriors Project, Intrepid, VFW or DAV. Thank you to all who have served.

  10. cpd544

    cpd544 Member

    Jun 23, 2009
    Thank you and Semper Fi to all my brothers in arms.
  11. flashmax

    flashmax Well-Known Member

    Apr 22, 2013
    Aye C.E. Being a sentimental sort in my old age and having a son serving now in Trash-can-i-stan I like Kipling.


    Rudyard Kipling

    The Young British Soldier

    When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East

    'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast,

    An' 'e wonders because 'e is frequent deceased

    Ere 'e's fit for to serve as a soldier.

    Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,

    Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,

    Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,

    So-oldier OF the Queen!

    Now all you recruities what's drafted to-day,

    You shut up your rag-box an' 'ark to my lay,

    An' I'll sing you a soldier as far as I may:

    A soldier what's fit for a soldier.

    Fit, fit, fit for a soldier . . .

    First mind you steer clear o' the grog-sellers' huts,

    For they sell you Fixed Bay'nets that rots out your guts --

    Ay, drink that 'ud eat the live steel from your butts --

    An' it's bad for the young British soldier.

    Bad, bad, bad for the soldier . . .

    When the cholera comes -- as it will past a doubt --

    Keep out of the wet and don't go on the shout,

    For the sickness gets in as the liquor dies out,

    An' it crumples the young British soldier.

    Crum-, crum-, crumples the soldier . . .

    But the worst o' your foes is the sun over'ead:

    You must wear your 'elmet for all that is said:

    If 'e finds you uncovered 'e'll knock you down dead,

    An' you'll die like a fool of a soldier.

    Fool, fool, fool of a soldier . . .

    If you're cast for fatigue by a sergeant unkind,

    Don't grouse like a woman nor crack on nor blind;

    Be handy and civil, and then you will find

    That it's beer for the young British soldier.

    Beer, beer, beer for the soldier . . .

    Now, if you must marry, take care she is old --

    A troop-sergeant's widow's the nicest I'm told,

    For beauty won't help if your rations is cold,

    Nor love ain't enough for a soldier.

    'Nough, 'nough, 'nough for a soldier . . .

    If the wife should go wrong with a comrade, be loath

    To shoot when you catch 'em -- you'll swing, on my oath! --

    Make 'im take 'er and keep 'er: that's Hell for them both,

    An' you're shut o' the curse of a soldier.

    Curse, curse, curse of a soldier . . .

    When first under fire an' you're wishful to duck,

    Don't look nor take 'eed at the man that is struck,

    Be thankful you're livin', and trust to your luck

    And march to your front like a soldier.

    Front, front, front like a soldier . . .

    When 'arf of your bullets fly wide in the ditch,

    Don't call your Martini a cross-eyed old bitch;

    She's human as you are -- you treat her as sich,

    An' she'll fight for the young British soldier.

    Fight, fight, fight for the soldier . . .

    When shakin' their bustles like ladies so fine,

    The guns o' the enemy wheel into line,

    Shoot low at the limbers an' don't mind the shine,

    For noise never startles the soldier.

    Start-, start-, startles the soldier . . .

    If your officer's dead and the sergeants look white,

    Remember it's ruin to run from a fight:

    So take open order, lie down, and sit tight,

    And wait for supports like a soldier.

    Wait, wait, wait like a soldier . . .

    When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,

    And the women come out to cut up what remains,

    Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains

    An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.

    Go, go, go like a soldier,

    Go, go, go like a soldier,

    Go, go, go like a soldier,

    So-oldier of the Queen!

    Hope this one formatted better than the Tommy did. The son in Trashcanistan was born in a Combat Zone. Hope and pray that he doesn't die in one but if he does that is the life WE chose to live and the service our family has always felt we owed our Country. Since the 'Original" British Invasion at Jamestown and forward from there.

    Best regards from a worn out old troopie,

    Don T. Littleton CO
  12. triplea

    triplea TS Member

    Feb 5, 2010
    My son, Christopher, SSGT, 10 TH SPECIAL FORCES! 3 trips to Iraq to do what was needed. Earnded his Geen Beret after being a teacher because of 9-11 and doing the right thing. All others who have served! Thank you.

    David Proper
  13. Ponytail in WI

    Ponytail in WI TS Member

    May 10, 2011
    "Memorial Day is not to be confused with Veterans Day; Memorial Day is a day of remembering the men and women who died while serving, while Veterans Day celebrates the service of all U.S. military veterans." Semper Fi

    Rick Brohmer
  14. rpeerless

    rpeerless Well-Known Member

    Dec 4, 2009

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