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| On Coming Home........One Veteran's Story.... |
| I Love My Flag I love my flag, I do, I do, Which floats upon the breeze. I also love my arms and legs, And neck and nose and knees. One little shell might spoil them all Or give them such a twist, They would be of no use to me; I guess I won't enlist. I love my country, yes, I do, I hope her folks do well. Without our arms and legs and things, I think we'd look like hell. Young men with faces half shot off Are unfit to be kissed, I've read in books it spoils their look; I guess I won't enlist. ********** World War I Anti-war poem Author Unknown |
| Tom with Admiral Johnson of the Seventh Fleet...receiving his second purple heart. |
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| One Tin Soldier Coven Listen children to a story That was written long ago 'Bout a kingdom, on a mountain And the valley folk below On the mountian was a treasure Burried deep beneath a stone And the valley people swore They'd have it for their very own Go ahead and hate your neighbor Go ahead and cheat a friend Do it in the name of Heaven You can justify it in the end There wont be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day On the bloody morning after who... One tin soldier rides away So the people of the valley Sent a message up the hill Asking for the burried treasure Tons of gold for which they'd kill Cam an answer from the kingdom With our brothers we will share All the secrets of our mountain N' all the riches burried there Now the valley cried in anger Mount your horses Draw your sword And they killed the mountain people So they won their just reward Now they stood beside the treasure On the mountain dark and red Turn the stone and which beneath it "Peace on Earth" Was all it said Go ahead and hate your neighbor Go ahead and cheat a friend Do it in the name of Heaven You can justify it in the end There wont be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day On the bloody morning after who... One tin soldier rides away Go ahead and hate your neighbor Go ahead and cheat a friend Do it in the name of Heaven You can justify it in the end There wont be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day On the bloody morning after who... One tin soldier rides away...... |
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| Another Article I clipped from the Newspaper in 1967..... |
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