all i do is play music and try to make people have a good morning….that’s it…..i lead two churches in HECLA and HOUGHTON….i take care of my family…i could not live without my WIFE and BOYS…..i come and go freely to church, on vacations, wherever i want to go…
ALL OF THIS WOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE WITHOUT VETERANS….people who have given up their lives so that we can have lives….
people that left everything behind to fight to make sure that everybody back home was safe and sound….
people like that are HEROES….people like that need more than a couple of days a year to think about them…..
today on my daily blog, i want to do what’s right…i want to salute the VETERANS on VETERANS DAY…..
so, let’s do it…..in picture, in song, in poem, AND IN PRAYER….
speaking of “SOME GAVE ALL”, here’s BILLY RAY CYRUS with his hit patriotic song of the same title….
“IN FLANDER’S FIELD”
by JOHN MACRAE
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
quite possible, better words have never been spoken than this song…
here’s LEE GREENWOOD with “GOD BLESS THE U.S.A.”…
something we ALL have to remember, because it’s true…
FREEDOM ISN’T FREE….
I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze
A young soldier saluted it, and then
He stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He’d stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers’ tears?
How many Pilots’ planes shot down?
How many foxholes were soldiers’ graves?
No Freedom isn’t free
I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still.
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant “Amen”
When a flag had draped a coffin
of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard at the
bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington…..
No — Freedom isn’t free!!
my fellow AMERICANS….
OUR “STAR SPANGLED BANNER.”
to all of you who have served…are currently serving…and have died while serving….
MAY GOD BLESS YOU TODAY AND FOREVER FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR US!!!!!