Are You Listening America

[HARDCORE]

ARE YOU LISTENING AMERICA?

We are the young men of yesterday
We would be the proud grandfather of today
We answered our country’s call to step forward, stand tall, and be counted
To represent our great nation
To help defend a small nation looking for freedom for all
We came from all points of the compass near and far
With tears in our eyes and hope in our hearts
We left our loved ones to cross a mighty ocean
To fight and die in a strange land
The Land of the Morning Calm

ARE YOU LISTENING AMERICA?

We struggled up the long, dirty road, from Pusan to the Yalu
We climbed the steep hot hills and mountain traits to see what was up there
Get up! Let’s go! Just one ore hill to go!
We climbed the high frozen mountain peaks
We will have to sleep in the snow
Get up! Let’s go! We must move on!

ARE YOU LISTENING AMERICA?

We met the enemy, we saw the fire in their eyes
We know their fear, we heard their bugles
The clash of cymbals, we hear their dying cries
We see the bright starburst in the sky
We see the red flashes in the hills, the roll of thunder from afar

We begin to wonder who will be next to die
We see the snow shiny and bright, covered with red from the battle last night
We wonder who it is, friend or foe?
Who is leaving use tonight?
We will never get to know

ARE YOU LISTENING AMERICA?

Are you going to forsake us America?
To leave us here from now to eternity until the end of time
Do not forsake us for we have served you well
We have done our time
We have paid the supreme sacrifice and deserve to come home
The 8,177 still MIA, the 389 POWs still not accounted for
The Korean War that ended on July 27 1953
Yes, the Korean War Veterans are still fighting the past and deserve their place in the sun.

Tara Leaf Magazine Summer 2014

By Robert J. Harper – 34th & 19th Regiments – Member, Korea: 2 July 1950 to 15 July 1951 – 9695 Foxchase Circle – Freeland MI 48523-8691 --- 989-692-0021
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I AM THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

Tara Leaf Magazine - Summer 2014 issue

My name is Old Glory.

I fly atop the world’s tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America’s halls of justice.
I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.

Look up … and see me.

I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.

When I am flown with my fellow banners,
My head is a little higher,
My colors a little bit truer.

I bow to no one!

I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped – I am saluted.
I am loved – I am revered.
I am respected – and I am feared.
I have fought in every battle of every war for more than 200 years,
I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appomattox.
I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and the beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Korea, and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me,

I was there. I led my troops. I was dirty, battle worn and tired, but my soldiers cheered me

And I was proud.

I have been burned, torn and trampled on streets of countries I have helped set free.
It does not hurt, for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my country.
And when it’s by those whom I’ve served in battle – it hurts.

But I shall overcome – for I am strong.

I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon.

I have borne silent witness to all of America’s finest hours. But my finest hours are yet to come.

When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battlefield.

When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier, or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter.

I am proud.

MY NAME IS OLD GLORY - LONG MAY I WAVE.
DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN - LONG MAY I WAVE