A Tribute to My Military Fans!
I am honored and humbled to have so many fans in the military. While I remain opposed to wars and assault weapons, I care 100% about those who serve in the military.
To my fans in the Armed Forces
If you are deployed and would like to receive copies of my books for you and your fellow soldiers, email me your APO at Meg82159@aol.com and I’ll send whatever I can.. . my thanks for all you do. If you send me your photo I’ll add it to our Military Tribute page.
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The Soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass. ‘Step forward now, Soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?’ The soldier squared his shoulders and said, ‘no, Lord, I guess I ain’t. Because those of us who carry guns, Can’t always be a saint. I’ve had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was tough. And sometimes I’ve been violent, Because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny, That wasn’t mine to keep. Though I worked a lot of overtime, When the bills got just too steep. And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear. And sometimes, God, forgive me, I’ve wept unmanly tears. I know I don’t deserve a place, Among the people here. They never wanted me around, Except to calm their fears If you’ve a place for me here, Lord, It needn’t be so grand. I never expected or had too much, But if you don’t, I’ll understand. There was a silence all around the throne, Where the saints had often trod. As the Soldier waited quietly, For the judgment of his God. ‘Step forward now, you Soldier, You’ve borne your burdens well. Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets, You’ve done your time in Hell.’
- It’s the Soldier, not the reporter who has given us the freedom of the press.
- It’s the Soldier, not the poet who has given us the freedom of speech.
- It’s the Soldier, not the politicians that ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.
- It’s the Soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag.
written by Jamee K Yanchunas-Cooper
Young boys sent before they became men,
Fought in a war we wouldn’t win.
A battle basic training couldn’t prepare them for,
Pawns in a political game, both sides keeping score.
Blood soaked battlefield stained crimson red,
Body bags by thousands to carry home our dead.
Paralyzed by memories, nights terrifying dreams,
Mortar explosions, sounds of dying mens’ screams.
Traumatized minds, they’d never be the same,
Shock set in to protect them from the pain.
Americas Patriotic son following her command,
The heart of the vet, the world don’t understand.
The truth came out, filled Americans with shame,
Someone had to take the fall, the soldiers got the blame.
Shattered dreams led to broken lives,
We see the battle scars, we’re the soldiers wives.
In loving memory of Glenn Charles Yanchunas May 11, 1948 – October 3, 2000
Vietnam Veteran – Tet Offensive. 1967-1968.
Written seven months and five days before he committed suicide.
To all Vets:
Please… we cannot afford to lose anymore of our cherished veterans of war. You’ve sacrificed so much – don’t sacrifice your loved ones who must carry the burden of a family suicide forever.
Seek help. YOU EARNED IT. They deserve better.