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jujubeans
OVM Project Manager
A SIMPLE SOLDIER
By A. Lawrence Vaincourt
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:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."
By A. Lawrence Vaincourt
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:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."
guido4475
Not a Member
Do you ever get the feeling you are talking to your self?......lol...
Feeling, I do it all the time. It's just weird when I get more then one answer
westmicher
Veteran Expediter
OK, that was funny!
westmicher
Veteran Expediter
guido4475
Not a Member
Maybe Express-One is trying to get their dime back in this way?......
westmicher
Veteran Expediter
That's exactly what I said to myself! No joke... that van was in Walton, Kentucky this afternoon and I couldn't resist. I apologize for putting it on our forum but I just didn't know what to do with that gem!
I know our image out there is super important... even though sometimes it's so easy to look better than our competitors!!!
If I were you know who, I would have a crap fit over that one. Sorry, cheap and tasteless !!!!!
westmicher
Veteran Expediter
It's a real and unretouched picture of a real van that appeared at the Walton, KY Flying J this afternoon. I didn't make it up.
Truth is often stranger than fiction!!!
divadriver01
Expert Expediter
I know I'm not a country girl but my co'driver (who is from New York city) is so freaked out because this is our destination. We are parked here til morning when they open and he keeps saying; "I know someone is going to come out of those woods with a chain saw and massacre us." He also thinks crazy guys come out of corn fields with pitch forks. Lmao!
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divadriver01
Expert Expediter
Tennesseahawk
Veteran Expediter
You guys must be running out of old barns, seeing as there aren't any trees up there.
jujubeans
OVM Project Manager
We've got plenty of trees around the place but with the way I've been using up wood Ken might have to cut down a couple more next trip home...lolYou guys must be running out of old barns, seeing as there aren't any trees up there.
(not quite ready to tear down the barn yet)
jujubeans
OVM Project Manager
Port Huron to grand rapids it's 29 with snow flurries, A far cry from yesterday's 60°
wind chill here this morning is minus 20...shall I send it your way? lol