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A Personal Perspective – Where do they find these good men?

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  • A Personal Perspective – Where do they find these good men?

    This tribute to us was sent to me by Jan "Mustang Jan" Pierce.

    Thank you Jan!!!

    A Personal Perspective – Where do they find these good men?

    “Where do they find these good men?” he asked, as he read the front page story,

    of the young man who gave his life…… for his brothers, his family and Ol’ Glory.

    “What other way would they be?” she asked and he thought of the ones before,

    who walked in the rain, and slept in the mud, and died on a chopper floor.

    These good men follow the footsteps of other boys made to be men,

    Who flew the dark skies, wells of tears in their eyes, praying they wouldn’t be seen.

    “Where do they find these good men?’ she said, as his own eyes began to tear,

    Look in the mirror and see the strength, passed on from year to year.

    For from all of you, who went before, who held the standards so high,

    from the mud floors of the trenches, to the fire lit skies of the night.

    These who carry the banner of honor now, they dare not let it fall,

    They see the pain and the pride of memories and they read the names on the Wall.

    They see the old man in the wheelchair, wiping a tear from his eye,

    while he watches the parade, hand over his heart, as the flag passes by.

    With pride in her heart and love in her eyes, she smiled as he walked away,

    These good men are not so hard to find, she thought, they walk the path you made.

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    Jan's Poem

    Today, I am taking part in a reading of poetry written about War. Ineviatably this subject leads to the poets of WW1, such as Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon. But their poems are so angry and bitter, with some justification. Being ordered to charge across 400 meters of open country into prepared and well protected machine gun posts will do that to you. I was looking for a poem that without waving the flag too much, left you with some feeling of hope. I had just about given up when I read Jan's poem and I thought this is what I've been looking for.

    Jan. I would like to use your poem to end my presentation. If I don't hear frrom you, I will take it that you have given me permission amd it got lost somewhere.

    John Dullighan
    Last edited by jdullighan; 11-23-2008, 07:23. Reason: corrections


    • #3

      John, I am humbled beyond words. I wrote the poem on Veterans' Day as a "thank you" to all of you for your service and the Code of Honor by which you served and by which you continue to live.

      I would be honored for you to use the poem.

      Thank you. And as always,

      Semper fi,

      Last edited by Jan Campbell Pierce; 11-14-2008, 21:17. Reason: text
      Janice C. Campbell

      "Ne Obliviscaris"


      • #4
        Jan's Poem


        Your poem got many comments at the reading and the concensus was that it held it's own against the best of the WW1 poets, like Sassoon and Wilfred Owen, who was killed 90 years ago, last November 5.

        I found the last line difficult to read but I managed it.



        • #5
          WW1 Poets

          SUICIDE in the TRENCHES by Siegfried Sassoon

          I knew a simple soldier boy
          Who grinned at life in empty joy,
          Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
          And whistled early with the lark.

          In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
          With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
          He put a bullet through his brain.
          No one spoke of him again.

          You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
          Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
          Sneak home and pray you’ll never know
          The hell where youth and laughter go.

          A 'crump" is a small caliber shell, just big enough to kill or maim you. The constant fear, especially of being maimed sometimes resulted in men opting for the certainty of a 'clean' death instead of being left horribly burned and maimed. Sailors on ships attacked by kamikazis off Okinawa had a similar reaction. It wasn't common but it happened. In the words of the song, song, "Never knew there were worse things than dying.

          The British services were known for giving the troops rum (180 proof) before sending them into action. The Royal Navy only gave up their daily rum ration, sometime in the 60s, How much was it......3 3/4 ounces of 180 proof rum. Enough to take your breath away and make your cheeks suck in. You can buy it here in North America but you have to go to Canada to get it. Uncle doesn't think we're big enough boys to handle it down here.