Comments on: Write a Personal Memoir for a Veteran who Died for our Freedom http://telltalesouls.com/blog/write-a-personal-memoir-for-a-veteran-who-died-for-our-freedom/ Thu, 04 Mar 2010 23:00:23 -0800 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: admin http://telltalesouls.com/blog/write-a-personal-memoir-for-a-veteran-who-died-for-our-freedom/comment-page-1/#comment-662 admin Mon, 25 May 2009 23:48:25 +0000 http://telltalesouls.com/blog/?p=986#comment-662 That deserves a post! Thank you. We just came back from the Presidio - great Memorial Day ceremony - bag pipes playing Amazing Grace and 21 gun salute to our fallen heroes, among other things. That deserves a post! Thank you. We just came back from the Presidio – great Memorial Day ceremony – bag pipes playing Amazing Grace and 21 gun salute to our fallen heroes, among other things.

]]> By: Marvin D Wilson http://telltalesouls.com/blog/write-a-personal-memoir-for-a-veteran-who-died-for-our-freedom/comment-page-1/#comment-660 Marvin D Wilson Mon, 25 May 2009 11:14:23 +0000 http://telltalesouls.com/blog/?p=986#comment-660 As a young boy sitting on Uncle’s lap My mind was blown as he took me back With tales of men of valor who Fought with him in world war two. Young men, scared men, hearts pounding, guts clenched- Pushing forward on the front as comrades fell in blood drenched. The highest prize was at stake, Our freedom a tyrant wanted to take- But courageous hearts of those who would be free- Enough to lay down their lives if need be, They fought through the terror, the horror of that war They brought down the giant who would have made us his whore. My Uncle told stories that no one should have to hear Let alone to have lived them, he often said with a tear. Many never made it back to their families and homeland Some made it back missing arms, legs and hands. I’ll never forget what brave souls did for me They cried and they died so you and I could be free. <a href="http://inspiritandtruths.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow"> The Old Silly from Free Spirit Blog</a> As a young boy sitting on Uncle’s lap
My mind was blown as he took me back
With tales of men of valor who
Fought with him in world war two.

Young men, scared men, hearts pounding, guts clenched-
Pushing forward on the front as comrades fell in blood drenched.

The highest prize was at stake,
Our freedom a tyrant wanted to take-
But courageous hearts of those who would be free-
Enough to lay down their lives if need be,

They fought through the terror, the horror of that war
They brought down the giant who would have made us his whore.

My Uncle told stories that no one should have to hear
Let alone to have lived them, he often said with a tear.
Many never made it back to their families and homeland
Some made it back missing arms, legs and hands.

I’ll never forget what brave souls did for me
They cried and they died so you and I could be free.

The Old Silly from Free Spirit Blog

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