Ride til we Rot

Ride til we Rot and Party til we Drop

A Poem Worth Reading

He was getting old and paunchy 
And his hair was falling fast, 
And he sat around the Legion, 
Telling stories of the past. 

Of a war that he once fought in 
And the deeds that he had done, 
In his exploits with his buddies; 
They were heroes, every one. 

And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors 
His tales became a joke, 
All his buddies listened quietly 
For they knew where of he spoke. 

But we'll hear his tales no longer, 
For ol' Bob has passed away, 
And the world's a little poorer 
For a Soldier died today. 

He won't be mourned by many, 
Just his children and his wife. 
For he lived an ordinary, 
Very quiet sort of life..

He held a job and raised a family, 
Going quietly on his way; 
And the world won't note his passing, 
'Tho a Soldier died today. 

When politicians leave this earth, 
Their bodies lie in state, 
While thousands note their passing, 
And proclaim that they were great.

Papers tell of their life stories 
From the time that they were young 
But the passing of a Soldier 
Goes unnoticed, and unsung. 

Is the greatest contribution 
To the welfare of our land, 
Some jerk who breaks his promise 
And cons his fellow man? 

Or the ordinary fellow 
Who in times of war and strife, 
Goes off to serve his country 
And offers up his life? 

The politician's stipend 
And the style in which he lives, 
Are often disproportionate, 
To the service that he gives. 

While the ordinary Soldier, 
Who offered up his all, 
Is paid off with a medal 
And perhaps a pension, small.

It's so easy to forget them, 
For it is so many times 
That our Bobs and Jims and Johnnys, 
Went to battle, but we know, 

It is not the politicians 
With their compromise and ploys, 
Who won for us the freedom 
That our country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger, 
With your enemies at hand, 
Would you really want some cop-out, 
With his ever waffling stand? 

Or would you want a Soldier-- 
His home, his country, his kin, 
Just a common Soldier, 
Who would fight until the end. 

He was just a common Soldier, 
And his ranks are growing thin, 
But his presence should remind us 
We may need his like again.

For when countries are in conflict, 
We find the Soldier's part 
Is to clean up all the troubles 
That the politicians start. 

If we cannot do him honor 
While he's here to hear the praise, 
Then at least let's give him homage 
At the ending of his days. 

Perhaps just a simple headline 
In the paper that might say: 


Pass On The Patriotism! 
YOU can make a difference

     A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable 'To My Country' for an amount "up
to and including my life." 
That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it. 

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what a way to put things in perspective
i personally, hold our soldiers in the highest regards...having a son in the National Guard, who has pulled two full tours of combat duty in Iraq, it has become one of my personal missions to make sure that each soldier i meet gets all the honor and respect that they deserve, no matter how they served just that they were willing to give of themselves and serve our wonderful country, thus the reason i am also a member of the Patriot Guard Riders.....
Yes This is the best anyone could hope and pray for -people who make a difference for all who serves May god Bless you too... for what all the troops do whatever branch whatever gender and whatever allied country in which they serve...Thank you
We know the price of this FREEDOM we have ...
Never Judge Anyone
'Some people!' snorted a man standing behind in the long line at the grocery store.
'You would think the manager would pay attention and open another line, 'said a woman.
At the front of the line to see the hold up was a well dressed, young woman, trying to get the machine to accept her apparent credit card. No matter how many times
She swiped it, the machine kept rejecting it.
'It's one of them welfare card things. Damn people need to get a job like everyone else,' said the man
The young woman turned around to see who had made the comment.
It was me,' he said, pointing to himself.
The young lady's face began to change expression. Almost in tears, she dropped the welfare card onto the counter and quickly walked out of the store.. Everyone in the checkout line watched as she began running to her car. Never looking back, she got in and drove away.
Several minutes later a young man walked into the store. He went up to the cashier and asked if she had seen the woman. After describing her, the cashier told him that she had run out of the store, got into her car, and drove away.
Why would she do that?' asked the man. Everyone in the line looked around at the fellow who had made the statement. 'I made a stupid comment about the welfare card she was using. Something I shouldn't have said. I'm sorry,' said the man.
Well, that's bad, real bad, in fact. Her brother was killed in Afghanistan two years ago. He had three young children and she has taken on that responsibility. She's twenty years old, single, and now has three children to support,' he said in a very
firm voice.
I'm really truly sorry. I didn't know,' the complainer replied, shaking both his hands about.
The young man asked, 'Are these paid for?' pointing to the shopping cart full of groceries.
It wouldn't take her card' the clerk told him.
Do you know where she lives?' asked the man who had made the comment.
Yes, she goes to our church.'
'Excuse me,' he said as he made his way to the front of the line. He pulled out his wallet, took out his credit card and told the cashier, 'Please use my card. PLEASE!' The clerk took his credit card and began to ring up the young woman's groceries.
'Hold on,' said the former griper. He walked back to his shopping cart and began loading his own groceries onto the belt to be included. 'Come on people. We got three kids to help raise!' he told everyone in line.
Everyone began to place their groceries onto the fast moving belt. A few customers began bagging the food and placing it into separate carts.. 'Go back and get two big turkeys,' yelled a heavyset woman, as she looked at the man.
'NO,' yelled the man. Everyone stopped dead in their tracks. The entire store became
quiet for several seconds. 'Four turkeys,' yelled the man. Everyone began laughing and went back to work.
When all was said and done, the man paid a total of $1,646.57 for the groceries. He then walked over to the side, pulled out his check book, and began writing a check using the bags of dog food piled near the front of the store for a writing surface. He turned around and handed the check to the young man..
'She will need a freezer and a few other things as well,' he told the man.
The young man looked at the check and said, 'This is really very generous of you.'
No, ' said the man.. 'Her brother was the generous one.'
Everyone in the store had been observing the odd commotion and began to clap..

A great example of why we should be kind and patient.
Kindness is the language the blind can see and the deaf can hear. Never Judge a person because you never know what heartaches they are living with. A good saying to remember is 'There go I,but for the grace of God.' You should never pass judgment until you have walked a mile in their shoes.

Here's One I wrote for my Dad. I took a LOT of artistic liscense with it. The only sage we have around here is the scented sage I i planted, lol. And we don't have a flagpole!  But, the sentiment is right on and heartfelt.


At the close of the day, an old cowboy sits
kinda quiet in the old porch swing.
Now and then he'll softly whistle a tune,
or maybe he'll start to sing.

Then he'll change his mind and waggle his head,
and close his eyes in thought.
He thinks of the sacrifices in the war over there,
and some of the lessons it taught.

When his gaze wanders over to the nearby fields,
he hears the music of the cattle's lows.
He studies the flag that he raised this mornin',
how it moves when the west wind blows.

Don't look too close or you'll see that a tear
gives a hint of some inner strife.
His mind's eye's seein' the faces of friends,
who long ago left this life.

The flag waves gently in the sunset sky,
and the old man raises his chin.
In his mind he's hearin' the sound of drums,
and he waits for the tune to begin.

He sets down his cane and his step is strong and brisk,
as he marches out to the flag.
He stops and stands there, watchin' it wave,
wipes his eyes with a pocket rag.

He continues his march to the worn corral,
where his old horse comes over to talk.
He saddles him up, and climbs on top,
and heads him out for a walk.

On the hill, he wonders if the whole blamed thing
was worth all the friends he lost.
Headin' home, he knows down deep in his heart,
he too, would have paid the cost.

Yeah, he shared the peril, but he returned
to his family and home in the sage.
Then, back at his flag, he thanks all his pards
for lettin' him reach old age.
this gets the point over  nicely

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