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More Quotes: "The mothers and fathers of America will give you their sons and daughters...with the confidence in you that you will not needlessly waste their lives. And you dare not. That's the burden the mantle of leadership places upon you. You could be the person who gives the orders that will bring about the deaths of thousands and thousands of young men and women. It is an awesome responsibility. You cannot fail. You dare not fail..."
-General H. Norman SchwarzkopfGeneral H. Norman Schwarzkopf
From a speech in Eisenhower Hall Theater to the Corps of Cadets on 15 May 1991 by General H. Norman Schwarzkopf "On becoming soldiers we have not ceased to be citizens."
- Oliver Cromwell's Soldiers ("Humble Representation") "A young man who does not have what it takes to perform military service is not likely to have what it takes to make a living."
-John F. Kennedy (JFK) "Mankind must put an end to war, or war will put an end to mankind. War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoys the same reputation and prestige that the warrior does today."
-John F. Kennedy (JFK) "Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, to assure the survival and success of liberty."
-John F. Kennedy (JFK) "In war there is no substitute for victory."
- Gen Douglas MacArthur "Part of the American dream is to live long and die young. Only those Americans who are willing to die for their country are fit to live."
- General Douglas MacArthur "No man is entitled to the blessings of freedom unless he be vigilant in its preservation"
- General Douglas MacArthur "From now until the end of the world, we and it shall be remembered.
We few, we Band of Brothers.
For he who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother."
- William Shakespeare ("King Henry V") "Be convinced that to be happy means to be free and that to be free means to
be brave. Therefore do not take lightly the perils of war."
- Thucydides
ProudNiece In honor of Pvt. Harry E. Sears, 194th GIR, Co. B, 17th AB WW2 Purple Heart Recipient CIB And of my son, Jazz Edwin Sears (March 5, 1996 - Dec. 19, 2006) 
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Anybody else got quotes, poems, and other writings to put here?
ProudNiece In honor of Pvt. Harry E. Sears, 194th GIR, Co. B, 17th AB WW2 Purple Heart Recipient CIB And of my son, Jazz Edwin Sears (March 5, 1996 - Dec. 19, 2006)
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FREEDOMIt is the soldier, not the reporter,
who has given us the Freedom of the press.
It is the soldier, not the poet,
who has given us Freedom of speech.
It is the soldier, not the campus organizer,
who has given us the Freedom to demonstrate.
It is the soldier, who serves beneath the Flag,
who salutes the Flag,
whose coffin is draped by the Flag,
who allows the protester to burn the Flag.
It is the soldier, not the politician,
who has given his blood, his body, his life,
who has given us these FREEDOMS.
Father Denis Edward O'Brien, USMC
ProudNiece In honor of Pvt. Harry E. Sears, 194th GIR, Co. B, 17th AB WW2 Purple Heart Recipient CIB And of my son, Jazz Edwin Sears (March 5, 1996 - Dec. 19, 2006)
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The following poem is going to be the beginning of poetry from the Civil War era. If you have any favorites, post them here to share with everyone else. THE SOLDIER'S GRAVE
Author Unknown
Breathe not a whisper here;
The place where thou dost stand is hallowed ground;
In silence gather near this upheaved mound -
Around the soldier's bier.
Here Liberty may weep,
And Freedom pause in her unchecked career,
To pay the sacred tribute of a tear
O'er the pale warrior's sleep.
That arm now cold in death,
But late on glory's field triumphant bore
Our country's flag; that marble brow once bore
The victor's fadeless wreath.
Rest soldier, sweetly rest;
Affection's gentle hand shall deck thy tomb
With flowers and chaplets of unfading bloom
Be laid upon thy breast.
ProudNiece In honor of Pvt. Harry E. Sears, 194th GIR, Co. B, 17th AB WW2 Purple Heart Recipient CIB And of my son, Jazz Edwin Sears (March 5, 1996 - Dec. 19, 2006)
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SHALL I SEE MY BOY AGAIN
by Anonymous
Must I die so soon? ah, far away
By blue Ohio's shore,
A little group waits patiently
Till this sad war is o'er;
A little face is often pressed
Against the window pane,
Oh, chaplain only tell me this
Shall I see my boy again?
Must I never press close to my heart
The rings of shining hair,
Or listen to my bright-eyed child
Whisper his evening prayer,
Shall I never hear his bounding step
Across the cottage floor?
It were not hard to die, chaplain,
Could I see my boy once more.
When morning broke with solemn tread
On old Potomac's banks,
His comrades laid the soldier down -
Discharged from the ranks,
But many a day o'er western hills,
By blue Ohio's shore,
A little boy will patient wait,
When this sad war is o'er.
ProudNiece In honor of Pvt. Harry E. Sears, 194th GIR, Co. B, 17th AB WW2 Purple Heart Recipient CIB And of my son, Jazz Edwin Sears (March 5, 1996 - Dec. 19, 2006)
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Again a verse for sake of you,
You soldiers in the ranks--you Volunteers,
Who bravely fighting, silent fell,
To fill unmention'd graves.
ASHES of soldiers!
As I muse, retrospective, murmuring a chant in thought,
Lo! the war resumes--again to my sense your shapes,
And again the advance of armies.
Noiseless as mists and vapors,
From their graves in the trenches ascending,
From the cemeteries all through Virginia and Tennessee,
From every point of the compass, out of the countless unnamed graves,
In wafted clouds, in myraids large, or squads of twos or threes, or
single ones, they come,
And silently gather round me.
Now sound no note, O trumpeters!
Not at the head of my cavalry, parading on spirited horses,
With sabres drawn and glist'ning, and carbines by their thighs--(ah,
my brave horsemen!
My handsome, tan-faced horsemen! what life, what joy and pride,
With all the perils, were yours!)
Nor you drummers--neither at reveille, at dawn,
Nor the long roll alarming the camp--nor even the muffled beat for a
burial;
Nothing from you, this time, O drummers, bearing my warlike drums.
But aside from these, and the marts of wealth, and the crowded
promenade,
Admitting around me comrades close, unseen by the rest, and
voiceless,
The slain elate and alive again--the dust and debris alive,
I chant this chant of my silent soul, in the name of all dead
soldiers.
Faces so pale, with wondrous eyes, very dear, gather closer yet;
Draw close, but speak not.
Phantoms of countless lost!
Invisible to the rest, henceforth become my companions!
Follow me ever! desert me not, while I live.
Sweet are the blooming cheeks of the living! sweet are the musical
voices sounding!
But sweet, ah sweet, are the dead, with their silent eyes.
Dearest comrades! all is over and long gone;
But love is not over--and what love, O comrades!
Perfume from battle-fields rising--up from foetor arising.
Perfume therefore my chant, O love! immortal Love!
Give me to bathe the memories of all dead soldiers,
Shroud them, embalm them, cover them all over with tender pride!
Perfume all! make all wholesome!
Make these ashes to nourish and blossom,
O love! O chant! solve all, fructify all with the last chemistry.
Give me exhaustless--make me a fountain,
That I exhale love from me wherever I go, like a moist perennial dew,
For the ashes of all dead soldiers.
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ProudNiece In honor of Pvt. Harry E. Sears, 194th GIR, Co. B, 17th AB WW2 Purple Heart Recipient CIB And of my son, Jazz Edwin Sears (March 5, 1996 - Dec. 19, 2006)
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To A Certain Civilian | | |
DID YOU ask dulcet rhymes from me?
Did you seek the civilian's peaceful and languishing rhymes?
Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow?
Why I was not singing erewhile for you to follow, to understand--nor
am I now;
I have been born of the same as the war was born;
The drum-corps' harsh rattle is to me sweet music--I love well the
martial dirge,
With slow wail, and convulsive throb, leading the officer's funeral
--What to such as you, anyhow, such a poet as I?--therefore leave my
works,
And go lull yourself with what you can understand--and with piano-
tunes;
For I lull nobody--and you will never understand me.
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ProudNiece In honor of Pvt. Harry E. Sears, 194th GIR, Co. B, 17th AB WW2 Purple Heart Recipient CIB And of my son, Jazz Edwin Sears (March 5, 1996 - Dec. 19, 2006)
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