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A Home To Come Back To
ratmando
Moss Beach, CA Posts: 344
For 18 years I was told I was fighting for the moral side
With no home to come back to I had no room for pride.
You tell me that supporting me, you've got my back
But it's never been a backbone that I was lacking
I was torn away the week my own child was born
For this generation and the one before there's never been a world without a war
For my father's generation or the one before there's never been a world without a war.
I wrote my name one paper at a time when I reached 18
Pain and the loss reached my front door, I've seen.
African children just die and no one looks their way
Haitians drown, New Orleans down, planes take life away.
I blindly gave my promise that my life was worth a war.
I was just 18, weeks later I was a very old old soul
Worlds blood bullets trickled upon my mind they'd roll.
My mind looked toward the promises , not like Nam
They learned to care about us when we are coming home?
But 18 years later, I can't walk, and I have no front door.
For this generation and the one before there's never been a world without a war
For my father's generation or the one before there's never been a world without a war.
I keep hearing that if I only asked then help would be my treasure
Seems though that the government dissolves this at their pleasure.
If I should die they'd find someone to take a flag folded in my name.
But where does that flag go, that I fought for, when no one comes, my body unclaimed?
A meeting in a hallway with another forty-five uniforms is what I'm told
Explains to me all the rights that I now earned and deserved....
All I want is a door so I can walk into a home
All I want is a door so I can walk into a home
If I could walk, I would walk, If I could scream, I would scream. I would Scream!
For this generation and the one before there's never been a world without a war
For my father's generation or the one before there's never been a world without a war.
For this generation and the one before there's never been a world without a war
For my father's generation or the one before there's never been a world without a war.
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cbj, veteran usn
With no home to come back to I had no room for pride.
You tell me that supporting me, you've got my back
But it's never been a backbone that I was lacking
I was torn away the week my own child was born
For this generation and the one before there's never been a world without a war
For my father's generation or the one before there's never been a world without a war.
I wrote my name one paper at a time when I reached 18
Pain and the loss reached my front door, I've seen.
African children just die and no one looks their way
Haitians drown, New Orleans down, planes take life away.
I blindly gave my promise that my life was worth a war.
I was just 18, weeks later I was a very old old soul
Worlds blood bullets trickled upon my mind they'd roll.
My mind looked toward the promises , not like Nam
They learned to care about us when we are coming home?
But 18 years later, I can't walk, and I have no front door.
For this generation and the one before there's never been a world without a war
For my father's generation or the one before there's never been a world without a war.
I keep hearing that if I only asked then help would be my treasure
Seems though that the government dissolves this at their pleasure.
If I should die they'd find someone to take a flag folded in my name.
But where does that flag go, that I fought for, when no one comes, my body unclaimed?
A meeting in a hallway with another forty-five uniforms is what I'm told
Explains to me all the rights that I now earned and deserved....
All I want is a door so I can walk into a home
All I want is a door so I can walk into a home
If I could walk, I would walk, If I could scream, I would scream. I would Scream!
For this generation and the one before there's never been a world without a war
For my father's generation or the one before there's never been a world without a war.
For this generation and the one before there's never been a world without a war
For my father's generation or the one before there's never been a world without a war.
---
cbj, veteran usn
When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.
Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
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Sadly just some lip service given and not much more.
"Medals on a wooden mantel, next to a handsome face
that the president took for granted, writing cheques that others pay.
And in all the madness, mind becomes numb and naïve....
You got to know there is another way.
World Wide Suicide
I spent five years in the Canadian forces...
Saw what was coming.
Realized who's responsible for it. structural steel columns don.t sheer away on a 60' angle in a runaway fire.
They degrade and fail...like politicians.
got out before I paid for it...Lost one friend in Afghanistan.
And just what was accomplished again?
Oh yeah....not very much other than some arms dealers
and business leaders making more money! The really BIG bailout.
I sincerely hope you walk through that door the rest of your days friend.
In joyous part
Your words are beautiful. Thank you for being my brother in arms.
Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
"Is this just another day...this God forgotten place".
" and the young they can lose hope cause they can't see beyond today.
The wisdom that the old can't give away.
Constant recoil, sometimes life don't leave you alone"...
Love Boat Captain
In joyous part
TalonTedd, I hope someday you'll share that part of your past with your children. It's good for them to know that side - most sides - of you, and to ask questions (though they may be difficult or even impossible for you to answer).
My dad, as a native German who became a US citizen in the time Hitler reigned, served in the Army during WWII. The discussions we had about his experiences in Europe and North Africa were eye-opening - not just about that era and what he saw and survived, but moreso about the character of the man who was my father.
I know there are many things from that time he also kept to himself...but he told us of it as much as he was able to.
Despite mistakes made, disgust by what went on around you, allow your children to be as proud of you as I was/am of my dad...not only in that sense, but in that particular sense (if that makes sense!). I'm thankful I was able to learn about that part of history from one who experienced it firsthand.
Of course, there were many other aspects I admired about him, as I'm sure your sons do of you.
I hope you both continue to heal.
(anyway, I ramble. Thank you, both of you)
hedonist... your dad was VERY brave. I have a friend who was a child and was hidden in switzerland from the germans and he sent me a full manuscript of his diary from that time. It's a look at the war I never saw. Band of Brothers is close. Think of that story with seven and eight year old kids who had to walk miles to homes in countries they've never been in carrying anything they've ever owned, and arriving with nearly a jacket on and not much more. I agree we learn history best from those who lived it and not from those who rearrange it to fit their political agenda. (Also an atheist in a foxhole, so I appreciate your post very much.)
Hang tough, or be good or be good at it.
Henry David Thoreau
Thanks for your words hedonist. But I joined the CF (Canadian Forces) and never served overseas. I was close to being deployed to Somalia but some shit went bad and the government pulled the plug on the whole show. Can't say I am disappointed though. So when I say I am going to keep the fact that I was in the CF, it is because I don't want my kids thinking it any option for them. We are being used for dark reasons. The armed forces are a department of corporate agenda. Eisenhower warned us and do you really think he didn't know the truth...Its complicated and I don't want to offend anyone. But its hard to believe in fighting for governments that have obviously been corrupted by the corporate/1% agenda. We don't live in democracies any longer. Freedom is an illusion and everyone at the top has gotten there by criminal action. Have a look at the Zeitgeist film trilogy if you haven't already. I pretty much agree with everything being said there and I look forward to a new day for mankind free from the bonds and illusion of money...It will happen one day. the only questions are when and is it possible to bring it about peacefully. Can't say I'm very hopeful about the last part. That said, I will always respect those that serve in the name of freedom and serve with a hint of dread at the thought of ever seeing a soul at the end of the aperture.
Thumbs up for your dad. He did what had to be done and survived, war is hell.
All my goodwill and respect for the 10C and its members.
" Who's got the brain of JFK. what's' it mean to us now...
You, you've been taught. Whipped into shape, now they've got you in line....
The whole world will be different....
Brain of J
In joyous part
Point is--- these men, Jeff, Eddie, Stone, Boomer, Mike, (other Mikes) Matt, (Jack and all the rest including Brendan and Cameron) (Oh and Lance and Kelly-Curtass, as Landrew called him) They saved me from so many days of pain, and self pity. I'm fairly certain, unless I start turning around and getting stronger this may be the last time I get to do a tour jump to four cities... (one is fun..I live in Las Vegas..so tickets cost a few ovaries, a dog, and a part time hooker). Music brought me to my husband in a very odd way. VERY odd... I studied jazz vox when I was in punk bands, my husband was in Carnegie Hall, and has so many albums-- (this year, Mike Jones Trio- Plays Well With Others is in the top 10 for jazz and has been for 3 months now). Because he knows how much music means how much it changes lives- HE made it possible for me to just go on the road and see Arizona, San Diego and both LA shows...and so did other clubbers. He would watch how I'd listen to their songs and feel like I had a family to identify with..and watch me interact with 10cer's-- for 12 years I've been hiding from planet anything.
Now I'm writing again, doing music again, doing comics again, (cathe's comicz dot com without the ' and space). I KNOW i couldn't have done any of this without the love and support I get from Pearl Jam-- seriously..they are my blood. My husband keeps my heart beating -- he IS my heart, and everyone I meet here-- I just feel like they've been through the life tests, each and EVERY person I've met has incredible stories to tell and incredible lives lived and yet to live. I can't find people like this just facebookiing or wasting 140 characters on "PAY ATTENTION TO ME" posts. And it all started listening to Cornell and Stone and Jeff playing...and my life went to a new world... not the only woman professor under the age of 28 stuck in New Mexico.... not going through a divorce with an alcoholic...not spending my 30s getting sicker... not being alone in a really one sided relationship...not finding the love of my life completely by accident.... I had the music to get me through it, over it, under it, in it, and surviving. I LIVE because of the language of music and PJ gets my world. And yours. And I'm bablbling.
But hey.. flu makes my brain muddle, so I should go to bed... thanks for being friends. REAL friends.. distance, unmet in person, and true.
Henry David Thoreau