Of Veterans Day
- The Great War ends in the
- On the Eleventh hour of the
- It was called the "War to end
- At least, that's what they used
- President Wilson proclaimed
- To Honor those who died in "The
- To "Celebrate the sanctity of
- Was what this Special Day was
- The second Anniversary of the
- France and England honored their
- President Wilson named the
- To be "Armistice Day Sunday", in
- The Tomb Of The Unknown Soldier
- Was Dedicated at Arlington
- Congress Declared the Eleventh a
- For the year of Nineteen
- Legislation is passed by
- To make it a legal Federal
- And most States choose to follow
- And Honor that same Armistice
- World War Two is fought and won
- And adds several millions more
- Of veterans who Served our
- And who Fought in another World
- We had the War in Korea
- And once more those numbers grew
- Making three within the Tomb
- Of those Soldiers no one knew.
- President Eisenhower changed the
- And since then, known as
- To Honor all who have ever
- Our Nation in that Military way.
- We had America's longest War
- That was never to be completed
- Some wounds lasting until this
- Sadly, back Home some were
- Congress passes the Monday
- Changing it to the fourth one in
- Why they had to mess with it?
- I bet they didn't even know, for
- They changed their mind once
- In Seventy-five, to change it
- Seems they'd have better things
- But for wasting time, they have
- To 2005
- Seems we have been at War
- And sometimes seems to be no end
- Will we ever have Peace on Earth
- And Troops with nowhere to send?
- For as long as we need them
- We will have those who Serve us
- Who will step up, do Wartime's
- Whenever they hear our Nation's
- So this day let's tell them, "Thank
- And show all those Brave Souls
- Whether they Serve us here at
- Or somewhere afar, way over
- And let's say a Prayer for all
- Heroes of whom we stand in awe
- For giving their all to
- To this sad, uniquely Human flaw.
- To 2010
- Almost out of one Country
- Going on ten years in the other
- Will we Humans never know Peace
- And, quit killing one another?
- The word is, “We’re pulling
- That one War is coming to an end
- Let’s hope, that soon, they’ll
all be home
- All of those Heroes, that we
Del "Abe" Jones
(Last verse penned
Were There, Too
- (Etched in Ellis County Veterans
Memorial in Waxahachie, Texas)
- Not enough credit given, to
mothers, sisters, daughters, wives,
- Some too, who gave their all,
the best years of their lives.
- There's some, wore a uniform, of
one of the military "branches"
- And like all of those men, taken
some deadly chances.
- Some were in the U.S.O., brought
a little taste of home,
- With small talk, donuts, coffee,
where'er the troops would roam.
- There was "Rosie the Riveter,"
who fought her own war here.
- And the nurses that eased the
pain, and tried to ease the fear.
- There were women pilots, who put
their lives on the line,
- Said, "Send me where you will.
That suits me, just fine!"
- Those who stayed at home, to
raise their families,
- Who gave all, went without,
realizing harsh realities.
- So many of those women, who gave
so much more
- Than they were asked to, during
each and every war.
- We honor those, upon this stone,
and give our humble "Thanks"
- To those who served with honor,
in our country's wartime ranks.
(Written for and recited
at the dedication
Ellis County Veterans
There are so many great
That make up this great
And the heroes from them
Boggle the imagination.
Those who answer the call
In peace and wartime’s
Who give of themselves
So, we can live this life.
Some go and fight those
Some die, some hurt,
But all that they believe
Is what keeps freedom
It’s all those American
And people who live there
Who stand and fight for
For people, everywhere.
Somebody’s dad or brother
Husband, daughter or son
Mother, sister, cousins
We all, know someone.
Who, when freedom was
Here at home, around the
Were determined to insure
Freedoms flag remained
They believe and fight for
The things this world
They might not always win
But they’ll have planted
In time of peace or
There’s always a price to
And today, we pay them
On this Veterans Day.
- Some Battles, Never Won!
- Warring nations can call a truce
- Or they can ask for a cease-fire
- Try something, like an armistice
- To bring an end, to wartime ire.
- The guns may stop the shooting
- While the bombs no longer burst
- The din of war may quiet down
- And the Troops may be dispersed.
- The body counts may be totaled
- The wounded, sent home to heal
- Newspapers proclaim, “War Ends!”
- To most, war’s horror, seems
- Things may return to normal
- The feuding people go their way
- Out of sight and out of mind
- It’s just another ordinary day.
- For most of us, memories dim
- It just becomes part of the past
- If it didn’t touch us directly
- It’s doubtful any pain will
- But, for so many Troops
- It’s a different World, for sure
- Wounded deeper than the flesh
- For some, there will be no cure.
- With images burned in the mind
- And the sounds of death and pain
- The guilt of another life taken
- Having been to the edge of,
- With some, a look into their
- Will show you, a different being
- Not the one, you knew before
- That you looked forward to
- War opens a new dimension
- That most of us will never see
- The World they had left behind
- Will now, forever, cease to be.
- Sometimes, they’ll speak about
- But, for most, it’s held inside
- And sadly, for far too many
- There’s that pain, they cannot
- When those folks return to us
- From where, most will never know
- We must try to understand them
- When they let other feelings
- They all have Served their
- For that’s what, Soldiers are
- Each deserve our praise and
- Although not all, have gone to
- Each knows there is the chance
- That, any time in day or night
- They may be called on to deploy
- And be sent somewhere to fight.
- All Veterans who have served us
- Through long hours with little
- Should be respected all the time
- Not only, just on, Veterans Day.
- (November 10)
- Eight years after they were
- At the end of the Revolutionary
- All the Navy s ships were sold
- Marines and Sailors were no
- Then, in Seventeen ninety-eight
- The Marines once more came to be
- And they fought Barbary pirates
- Along the Shores of Tripoli .
- During the War of Eighteen
- They defended Washington
- Along with many other Operations
- Before that War was done.
- They served in the Mexican War
- And among Battles that they
- One to the Halls of Montezuma
- Alongside General Winfield
- Bull Run during the Civil War
- And blockades at Cape Hatteras
- At New Orleans and Charleston
- And Fort Fisher toward the last.
- The Spanish-American War
- The Boxer Rebellion in China
- Fights in Cuba, Mexico, Haiti
- In Nicaragua and Panama.
- On the Battlefields of France
- The Devil Dogs earned their name
- And many thousands killed or
- In World War One s deadly game.
- And most of us know their
- About the Heroes of WWII
- There s some seem impossible
- But we all know they are true.
- During the War in Korea
- Twenty-five thousand gave their
- Fighting many gallant battles
- Answering our Country s call.
- The Cold War found them
- In countries all around the
- Trying hard to keep the Peace
- And showing all their worth.
- In Sixty-Five they landed in Da
- With eighty-five thousand in
- They served with Pride and Honor
- Although our Country would not
- On their Two Hundred Thirtieth
- We have them serving in Iraq
- As well as so many other places
- To try to hold the Terrorists
- Maybe someday there will be
- And Good Will on Earth and more
- But until then let’s all give
- We have the United States Marine
- KIA! Only Numbers?
- Two hundred, twenty-eight years
- That, we have been going to war
- Eleven times we said, “For
- Was, what we were fighting for.
- We’ve spent two, point, six
- But that was just a petty cost
- Compared to all of the spent
- Of those loved ones, who were
- Thirty-two hundred plus, a month
- For more than thirty-two years
- The total time fighting our
- And more time, shedding our
- One and one quarter million dead
- That’s more than fifteen every
- Since we went to war, “For
- In our Revolutionary way.
- One and one half million wounded
- For this Country of the Free
- Although some of these losses
- Were the Union’s and
- But, all of them are Veterans
- Who fought for what they
- In their own way, doing battle
- For those Freedoms, they
- As of late, a Veteran’s
- Has come from a different kind
- For which we all, are
- To help guard, our Freedom’s
- Let’s Honor, each and every one
- And though we may not know each
- They were so much more than
- In every Wartime’s deadly
- And, each November eleventh
- In the years, that come to be
- Let’s hope someday, all People
- Live in a land, where they are
- Let’s make Veteran’s Day a
- And a part of days gone past
- Learn to live with our Fellowman
- In a Free World at Peace, at
- Well, here we are, once again
- With Veterans, in heart and mind
- Still trying to heal, from 9/11
- Facing Saddam, and his kind.
- With a new War, looming
- And the one that we now fight
- Our Soldiers and our Nation
- Willing , to do what’s right.
- It’s not something, we want
- But, something, that we must
- As long as we, all believe
- Our cause, is true and just.
- Seasoned troops and new recruits
- And Patriots in our Homeland
- All hoping for peace and
- And Freedom, in every foreign
- Maybe some way, sometime, this
- Will be one, of true celebration
- With Veterans a part of the past
- And no more War, for any Nation.
- (originally for 2004)
- We are set to Celebrate our Vets
- In this year Two Thousand Five
- Another year we wish them home
- Each of them, Safe and Alive.
- There’s some say, "The War is
- And some who say, "It’s just not
- But the ones we should be
- Are Those who Walk, not Talk the
- Not all see things the way we do
- In this good ol’ U S of A
- For they have lived for
- In a completely different way.
- Our Troops there Work to show
- How a People Freed can live
- And They put Their Lives on the
- And for Some, that’s what They
- So, as we approach this Veterans
- We know this War is the “real
- We must all come together
- And let Them all know how we
- For, to One and All we send our,
- And Pray for Their Quick and
- And Hope Their Torch of Freedom
- Will for Now and Always Burn.
- And to Those who Served before
- In all times of Peace and War
- We owe them a Debt of Gratitude
- For our Life of Liberty, and so
- Revised 10-30-2005
- Another year we've been at War
- And a record year, of Heroes
- Will our hopes for an end to it
- Never, ever be fulfilled?
- The cost has been tremendous
- And surely, they don't tell us
- Worse, loss of life and mind and
- As our Troops, continue to fall.
- Some, deployed several times
- More, than we should rightly ask
- But, they will go and do their
- To carry out, their given task.
- Nearly four thousand gave their
- Almost thirty thousand hurt
- Who tried to bring some civility
- To that far-a-way, ancient,
- Many folks are against the War
- And there's some who do protest
- But one thing most all, agree on
- Our Military, is the very best.
- Let's not forget families and
- All, who serve our Country, too
- Who sacrifice and suffer for us
- With Patriotism, proud and true.
- Some of them will lose their
- And will hurt and cry and grieve
- And when handed that folded Flag
- They will say, “I still believe!”
- Maybe, “Mission accomplished!”
- One day, will actually be true
- But, till then, we must support
- And tell them, “Thanks, for all
- And we must remember all those
- Who served our Country in the
- To make our Nation Free
- And to make sure it will last.
- Del “Abe” Jones
forget our POW/MIAs on this day!
POW/MIA Missing Man
There’s a table in the front
Raised so that it draws attention
Reserved for all those missing
Still not found or in detention.
Set for six of those missing
One each, for branches Serving
One place for lost Civilians
Whom, are felt just as deserving.
The table is shaped in the round
For the everlasting concern
As all of us, hope and pray
Someday they all, will return.
The tablecloth is bright white
To symbolize the purity
Of those, answering the call
Of their Country, doing their Duty.
The single rose, in a vase
For the lifeblood of those lost
And for those awaiting answers
A sad part of Wartime’s cost.
The vase, tied with red ribbon
A symbol of determination
To account for those still missing
In the Service of our Nation.
A slice of lemon on the bread plate
For missing/captured in a foreign land
The bitter fate of some Heroes
Who chose to make a valiant stand.
A pinch of salt for all those tears
Shed, by missing and their Families
Seeking answers to their questions
From all those faraway countries.
The Bible represents the strength
Gained through Faith, to sustain
Those missing on foreign shores
Where, far too many, still remain!
Each of their glasses are inverted
Because, they can’t share the toast
That, one day we can account for them
What we want, first and foremost.
The candle is a light of Hope
To illuminate the way back home
To the loved ones who are waiting
Across the sea to Homeland’s loam.
The chair just sits there empty
A place saved for just the one
Who has yet, to come home
And one each, for their brethren.
An Honor Guard places covers
On each empty dinner plate
For the Services and Civilian
Who have met, this terrible fate.
“Taps” is played, and “Some Gave All”
With a spotlight on their table
With a toast, for their accounting, sworn
For, as long as we all are able.
This solemn Honors Ceremony
Symbolizes they are here with us
Hoping someday, they will be back
This wish, the most, in God we trust.
This can be done for six or one
For, the meaning is the same
That all, will be returned one day
This, we pray, in Heaven’s Name.
Del “Abe” Jones
I sent your poem paying tribute to
POW/Missing vets to a friend in Iraq who
serves over there as a contractor doing work
for the Iraqis...he's a retired Army
Lieutenant Colonel...he sent back a reply
that the mess hall where he eats regularly
has such a table set up for Missing/POW for
all to see who come in there...he thought it
ironic to receive that poem.
So, i replied back to him, "why don't you
see what you can do to have the poem
displayed on the table"...well, he replied
back with the email that i am forwarding to
you...i thought you'd want to know that your
poem is getting displayed in the war zone.
Keep up the good work,
I verified that the poem sits directly
across from the reserved chair. Adjacent to
the rose. Our table has only one chair and
is leaned against the table as if to reserve
(Etched on Ellis County Veterans
Memorial in Waxahachie, Texas Dedicated
11.11.2000 and inscribed on POW/MIA
Empty Chair Memorial at
New Hampshire Motor Speedway,
So many fates are left unknown
And so many rumors that abound
So many families ask the question
“When will, the answers be found?”
So many years have come and gone
Sometimes, hope is hard to keep
There’s some who feel there’s none
And in some, it’s buried deep.
The pain, is in not knowing
How, to put loved ones’ to rest
When there is no way to prove
They have passed, the final test.
But, no matter what the answers
We can’t let this cause alone
Until, each and every one of them
Is found, and brought back home
Del "Abe" Jones
It's hard to find, the stories
That, they won't talk about
It's hard, to realize the things
That they had, to go, without.
How can they let the feelings
(Even, they don't understand)
Show to, any other people
In this, Freedom's Land.
We can’t know, the hardships
Unless, we were there
Especially, when they came back home
To those who didn't, seem, to care.
Unless you had, lived through it
Watching, Comrades that had died
Why should they, talk about it to us
Of, the tears, inside, they've cried?
Even, if they chose to tell us
What difference, would it make
Would it be worth the chance
That they, would have to take.
Why should they bare their soul
That's already been, stripped, clean
Because, even with, a picture of it
We couldn't see, what they have seen.
Sometimes, all we have to do
Is, to look into their eyes
And think that we might see or hear
Their, mournful, pain-filled cries.
That POW who came home
Who lived, through that Hell
Can't tell the stories, of the MIA
Who never had, a chance to tell!
So, we may never, ever, know
Of, the horrors, they have, known
And, if we think about it
It's probably best, that they aren't shown!
But there is, always an end
To every, never-ending story
Although sometimes, they’re never told
In, all their Truth and Glory.
So if you ask about it
And if you ever wonder why
They won’t talk of that nightmare
Maybe now, you might know, Why?
POW/MIA RECOGNITION DAY
(The third Friday of September)
As time goes on, remains are found
And another finds his way back home
After years spent lost on foreign shores
Feeling forgotten and left all alone.
But they will never be forgotten
By the Country they went off to serve
We will search until all are returned
To loved ones, the least they all deserve.
There are new ways to identify
DNA can tell, just who they may be
Those lost in those past conflicts
A Hero home, their final destiny.
War is so terrible and horrific
Worse for the POW and the MIA
All of those unaccounted for
Compounds the price they chose to pay.
Each year, we should all remember
Those we lost in the fog of War
Better yet, take a moment every day
While we appreciate what they fought for.
POW/MIA Recognition Day
Dedicated to honor their memory
For the time or the life they gave
To keep this, "The Land of the Free".
Del "Abe" Jones
POW/MIA Remembrance Day
(Third Friday of September)
Thousands are still missing
From those Wars of the past
Slowly, some are coming home
To grieving Families, at last.
Some found in unmarked graves
On foreign lands across the sea
With the science of DNA
To reveal, their true identity.
JPAC was formed to find them
Around fourteen hundred, to date
And for loved ones seeking closure
It surely, never is, too late.
They think, forty thousand left
They might be able to recover
As they follow leads and tips
From, one country to another.
Some remains, may be lost forever
Like those Heroes, resting in the Deep
But, to bring those others home
Is a solemn promise, we must keep.
It’s a very noble thing they do
As, they go, and search, and find
Those, who died for our Country
For, we must, leave no one behind.
Every year we have a special day
To, remember those still lost
To, renew that promise to them
No matter what, it may cost.
Del "Abe" Jones
One More Came Home
Almost seventeen thousand missing
And who knows, how many Family/Friends
Have that pain, that hole inside
From that Lost one, which never ends.
I very often think about it
How very lucky, that I was
Not, to do the rich ones bidding
For that cause, that never was.
I thought about going back
When, those who ran, had the guts
It’s those like me & those who went
Who were the only crazy, nuts.
To die for, “God and Country”
Is really, wearing kinda thin
Especially when we make “them” rich
In those wars, we’ll never win.
We’ve been at it since our dawn
At war, killing, someone or other
And we even had that time
With Brother, killing, Brother.
Oh yes, there were those times
When, we had no other choice
But when there is no point to it
Where’s the Peacekeepers voice?
Sometimes, I am so ashamed
To be a lowly, Human being (?)
When, I look all around me
And see, all that, I am seeing!
In the name of some “god”?
For “country”, that doesn’t care?
A young life, for a few dollars
That’s how, we pay “their” fare!
But, guess we will never change
We’ll support, “their” hate and greed
And Human sacrifice, our offering
Will, never, fill, “their” need!
Del “Abe” Jones
(Inspired by my “POW/MIA”
piece being inscribed on the Memorial
- At New Hampshire Motor
- Each and every venue
- Should have an “Empty Chair”
- To remind, all of us
- And, to tell them, “We care!”
- Not too much, to give
- To those who, “gave their all”
- Just a Tribute to them
- Our cost, would be so, small!
- For those missing and recovered
- And for those, we still don’t
- Whose remains. may still come
- Or, where those still captive,
- All of our sports “heroes?”
- Who make millions on their back
- Should shell out a little bit
- To try, to get them back!
- Thousands fate, are still
- And those Heroes didn’t know
- How quick, they’d be forgotten
- And the numbers, who don’t know.
- “Leave no one behind”
- Is tossed around too much
- Especially by those people
- Who, don’t really care that much.
- We live in our Freedom
- Because of those, we soon forget
- Except, for a few of us
- Who’ve not forgotten, YET!
- Del “Abe” Jones
is not the revolution of
it is the evolution of
© 1984 Del “Abe” Jones
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