Saturday, July 04, 2009

In The Green Zone

I stand the watch

I stand true

I am an American soldier

It is what I do

As you celebrate the Fourth

Remember me

I am far away

I enforce your freedom

On this special Day

So our flag can wave true

I am an American soldier

It is what I do…

©July 4, 2009

Faye Sizemore

For Jeremiah

Monday, May 25, 2009

Memorial Day Weekend



As you made your salad..

 Flipping your burgers with ease

Relaxing in this days` breeze

                                All impatiently waiting to gorge

Did any of you think of me

Freezing my feet at Valley Forge

It IS my Day.. you see


When you packed your kids

And picnic basket in your van

And headed down to the sea

Did you stop and think of me

When you stood upon the beach in awe

Did you stop and think of me

For I died upon a shore called Omaha


When you relaxed on your patio

With your glass of iced tea

Did you stop and think of me

I trekked the sweaty jungles of Nam

I fought and died there

Because I was see

Did you stop and think of me


When you attended

The great Memorial Day White Sale

At the local J C Penny's 

Did you stop and think of me

When you bought your white sheets

Did you think of the white bandages that covered me

When will you ever stop and think of me


Understand it is my Day today

For I fought Hilter all of the way

I died upon the Frozen Chosin

I chased and captured Hussein

I lost my limbs in Vietnam

I was with Sherman pushing to the Sea

Please..please ..pause and remember me...


©May 25,2009

Faye Sizemore

Sunday, May 24, 2009

In Tribute...Memorial Day 2009

In Tribute...

Memorial Day 2009


So many marble stones of Remembrance…

More than the eye can see at a glance

..Row upon row in this reverend place..

Memories gathered together in one space


For a brief moment they were ours alone

But their heroic deeds have taken them home

Their names are written upon history’s pages

And now these brave soldiers belong to the Ages


Once again with reddened eyes and damp tissues

We pay homage with sad yet gladdened heart

Proud there are such brave men as these

Who were true and never failed to do their part


©May 24, 2009

Faye Sizemore

Monday, November 10, 2008

For Veterans` Day 2008

Veterans` Day 2008

For The Fallen

Autumn leaves

Falling among the tombstones..

A colorful litter

Upon the ground

Amidst the headstones of white

Leaves. .fallen like you

All here is now peace

You have finally won

That for which you did fight

Flags now flutter proudly overhead

Of the place where you make your bed

Still your Brothers come

To stand in honor

Of all that you have done

They stand..
Heads bowed in the morning dew

This Veterans` Day

And I… just one of the protected

Head bowed..Stand here too..

©November 8, 2008

Faye Sizemore

Sunday, October 05, 2008

I, Too, Am a Bad American (A Response)

Watch out, I’m one of those dreaded Liberals, but I'll just use a normal sized font, if that's okay. I'm a former service member, and I, too, believe in God. I drive a Buick and I buy American products if they're well made. I won’t knowingly buy anybody's shoddy product, regardless of where it's manufactured.

Not being an idiot, I believe the money I make is mine to do with as I please, as long as I'm not trying to hire an assassin, or something. I think any sane, honest American who wants a gun should be allowed to own one. I don't believe you need automatic weapons to protect your household, though, or hunt animals, if hunting is one of your pastimes. Most folks pretty much don't bother personally hunting down their meals these days. At least, not in America.

I don't think 'being a minority' makes one noble or victimized either, just as I know being a member of 'the majority' doesn't make one noble or special in any way. It does seem to make some of those majority members unaccountably arrogant, though. Incidentally, how does one 'get over' being a 'minority'?

I haven't had a Big Mac in years, but the menus at McDonald's are still printed in English, aren't they? Besides, I spent four years in Spain forty-odd years ago, and I can still speak Spanish (more or less). And yes, I did take the trouble to learn the language while I was in Spain, although it really wasn't all that necessary.

Most of the Spaniards I had to deal with off base - in hotels, stores, bars, restaurants, etc. - seemed to understand and speak English fairly well, for some reason. They were usually quite pleased when I chose to converse with them in Castilian, but some actually preferred that I speak to them in English, so they could practice the language.

Pray to the one True God? If we all kept that one True God in our hearts instead of paying Him lip service, we wouldn’t have to worry about keeping Him in our country. I think I'll just leave this one alone without saying more. It pretty much speaks for itself, anyway.

Concerning public, ostentatious displays of religion, Jesus said, "And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men...when thou prayest, enter into thy closet and when thou has shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret...."

Did I say I was going to leave religion alone? Oh, well. Vagrant thought: Could this be anything like wearing patriotic lapel pins? I wonder...

When I think about it seriously, John Wayne, Babe Ruth, Roy Rogers, and Willie Davidson really did nothing that should make me look upon them as heroic (once I grew up). People like Dr. Charles Drew did a hell of a lot more for America, and all of mankind, than all of those men combined. And I'll bet you a Big Mac most Americans haven't a clue who Dr. Drew was, or what he did that would inspire me to regard him as a hero.

I don't hate the rich either, and I'd much rather help the poor than pity them. In fact, I wouldn't mind being rich myself, not one little bit.

I couldn't agree more about 'professional' wrestling.

So you’ve never owned slaves, been a slave, burned witches, or been persecuted by Turks? Aren't we rambling just a little far afield, here?

Can't go back to where I came from; I'm already there. I live in the city where I was born. Besides, some of my ancestors came here in chains in the bowels of slave ships while others came across the fabled land bridge from Asia lo, these many years ago. Still others came from Europe. You really don't expect me to go back after all this time, do you? How would I split myself up?

Believe it or not, I've grown rather fond of America, although being preached at and talked down to by some of its more self-righteous citizens does give me a slight case of the pip, on occasion. Especially when I can’t help but wonder where they get the chutzpah. Do I still have to go to a Socialist country whether or not I want to go?

I'll bet if you put forth a little effort, you could find out to what church Reverend Jackson belongs, and even where he gets his money. You might even discover that he quite probably views people who write these sorts of screeds in much the same way they regard him.

Why shouldn't the police have the right to stop suspected lawbreakers, regardless of race, creed, or color, as long as they have a legitimate reason to do so? As far as shooting people simply because they're running away, does that apply if the guy is running only because he's afraid the police are related to you and just might shoot him on spec?

Until holding one's hand over one's heart while listening to or singing the American National Anthem or saying the Pledge of Allegiance to the United States of America becomes the law of the land, I guess people can stand with their hands at their sides while singing the Anthem or reciting the Pledge of Allegiance, if they so desire. Why not, as long as they remain respectful? This is still the Unites States of America, isn't it?

Wearing a Flag pin on my lapel doesn't make me patriotic; it just tells people that I want them to think I'm patriotic. Doesn't change what's in my heart one bit.

As for me, I saluted when I was in uniform and placed my hand over my heart when I wore civilian clothes. Still do. Of course, none of this applies if you happen to be a soloist singing the Anthem. I’ll bet you never noticed that none of them ever seems to render a salute of any kind.

I ignore people standing in intersections selling stuff or soliciting donations, unless they're offering something I think is worth my money and attention. I have more important stuff to worry about, like what's for dinner.

You mean you want us to take down all those flags from member nations on public display in and around the UN building in New York City and on their embassy and consular grounds throughout the United States?

It may not take a village to raise a child, but having honest, caring neighbors who are genuinely interested in your children's welfare certainly can't hurt anything. On the other hand, it seems a universal truism that just about anybody can raise an idiot with no help whatsoever.

If I met someone who didn't know how to use a ballot, I'd take the time to show him or her how to use one. Sort of like helping the poor to help themselves instead of pitying them...or treating them with contempt.

It will probably shock you to death to discover that my family and the overwhelming majority of the people I grew up with are hard-working, God-fearing, blue-collar family types. And we live in the Big...Bad...City.

Now, if anyone thinks any of the foregoing makes me a Bad American, well (sigh) I guess I'll just have to live with it. And you don't need to send this to anybody else - I just felt like getting it off my chest. I hope I didn't miss any of the talking points, but if I did, that's life in the Big City.

Oh, yes; the ID card bit. I have no objection to my photo being on my driver's license. Hell, I've never even given a second thought to having my fingerprints on my military ID cards. As a matter of fact, the authorities can add a sample of my DNA to those cards any time they like.

© Thurman P. Woodfork 27 September 2008

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Seven Years On

Seven Years On

Two beams of light

Two moments of silence

Eight forty eight

Nine oh three

New York


And Shanksville

Victims and heroes

Names read

In Remembrance

Bells tolling

Flags waving

But.. where.. oh..

Where is their avenging….

©September 11, 2008

Faye Sizemore

Eyes Wide

Eyes Wide
In Awe

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