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He showed a certain confidence when I lined up next to him, Not cocky, just contented, but he seemed to force his grin. He asked if I was one who would go to fight a war. "It might be better now," I said, "than to see what lay in store." He seemed relieved, then lost in thought, when I said that I was one. I thought at once, there is no doubt, he knows what must be done. As we moved along our way, he stumbled, nearly fell. And as they cut my hair he said, "There's something I must tell About this conflict going on, it might get out of hand. It seems to me that we don't have any business in that land". His eyes were clear and voice sincere, his points made one by one. Still I thought, that he could see, that something should be done. Stopping next at the clothing point, I picked up all my needs. "It's not what I would wear," he said, "if I wanted to succeed. But those who choose this type of work need such sturdy wear. They need lots of clothes this color but have little need of hair." Along we moved together and as he rambled on, I just had to question his resolve to get things done. Next, we reached the issue point, and I gathered up some stuff; Canteens, and pack, and other gear, I'll need when things get tough. "Someone should prepare to fight," he said," I suppose, if that need be. It makes me glad that it is so, if we are to stay free." Sure wish this were like the Big Ones, not like those jungle wars, But we never seem to believe, we have a True Cause, anymore. Indeed, at times I'd pondered, why I'd gotten in this line. We wait, and wait, and wait, and wait, then hurry up when time. For me, I think, it might have been, the travel, thrill and fun, But in my heart, I guess I knew, there was something to be done. And so it is, that I am here, not itching to be bloodied, But ready still to pay the price, if Freedom would be muddied. If war should be the course this time, or in some time to come, I'll be ready when they call, and I will do what need be done. The line bogged down, and so, we were stranded for awhile. He wrung his hands, and wiped his brow, as we shuffled in that file. He's a weak-kneed sort, I thought, who feels there's nothing worth a fight. Would he go the extra mile, even if the time was right? I mused a rule of house keeping, 'clean up the mess while small', But 'fast-lane life' deceives us, and we ignore the call. My friend agreed, but turned away, while nodding it was so, Then offered up some reasoning, on why he shouldn't go. Not interested in the least, was he, in picking up a gun. I put my rifle on my shoulder, He said, "Sorry, got to run." "But good luck with this conflict, we'll be watching close to see… Don't know what else to tell you, except I'm glad that we are free." Reaching to my war belt, I grabbed a magazine. Looking for direction I surveyed the whole scene. Turning back around, I saw my "friend" was now long gone. And so, I would do alone, what needed to be done. Starting then to look, to the limit of my view, My eyes fell on a couple, with skin of different hue, Waving at a young man, up ahead of me, A Son, or a Brother, they hoped again to see. Close by them a young Mother, with a small one at her side, Tried hard to hold the tears back, but didn't try to hide. And near them, on a set of wheels, set up so he could ride, A Vet with Daughter uniformed, was beaming with earned pride. My thoughts were floating off, to what might be better times, Soon though, I was back, getting ready for "The Line". My Countrymen American, are such a different lot, and They often take for granted, those who pay for what they've got. When, and if, back home again, there is no music loud, The game ahead, will still be played, even if there is no crowd. And as I stood there thinking, of peace or war, along "The Line", I heard a voice yell over, "We won't let you down this time!" I know now, that I'm ready, even though some say,"Don't go." I will do what I must, whether thanks will come or no. With Pride and Integrity, I'll uphold what is True Even if I'm never Honored, or the Praise is overdue. When it's tough to hold on, and painful though things be, I know that I will make it through, to Victory. For when they called on someone, to be a Faithful One, I bravely, boldly, took the step to do WHAT MUST BE DONE. Copyright 1990, 2001 By M. B. Connally Sr. EAGLES CIRCLE HIGH Eagles Don't Fly Low For Long Eagles Circle High Eagles only swoop below When the prey's about to die Evil, hate and fear will always be around But only when we back away will they keep us down Never in this time has the pain been so defined Nothing stays the same, it's a very trying time Smoke and flame and dust and our hearts filled with distrust Now it's not the same, the picture's out of frame Never will the pain be gone, forever it will sting They tried to bring Freedom down but they only made it ring God has blessed us in many ways and now we have a test Will we rise and face the fire or wind up like the rest Never will the pain be gone, forever it will sting They tried to bring Freedom down but they only made it ring But Eagles Don't Fly Low For Long Eagles Circle High Eagles only swoop below When the prey's about to die Copyright 2001 M.B. Connally Sr. |
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| "We will always remember. We will always be proud. We will always be prepared, so we may always be free." PRESIDENT RONALD REAGAN - 40th Anniversary of D-Day , June 6th, 1984 Omaha Beach, Normandy, France |
| IN HONOR OF AND DEDICATED TO ALL Past, Present & Future DEFENDERS of OUR AMERICAN FREEDOM |
| FREEDOM'S LINE Words and Music by Connally & Seal Copyright 1990, 2001 My countrymen American are such a different lot They sometimes take for granted what it is that they have got On The Line Whether or not we must hold on or have to push this line I still believe and hope that they'll remember us this time On The Line No you can't put a deadline on Freedom And some say those who guard it play the fool No you can't put a price tag on Freedom And Freedom's rarely held without a duel But we'll hold with steady fortitude and do what must be done I don't desire to spill my blood but you know that I won't run From The Line When and if back home again there is no music loud The game ahead will still be played even if there is no crowd Near The Line No you can't put a price tag on Freedom It's a lesson very seldom heard in school No you can't put a deadline on Freedom And the one's who guard it for you live the rule Sometimes the truth just isn't seen by those who would be blind I hope it's clear that I'll be here and holdin' Freedom's Line Freedom's Line The world is small have we done all to live the way we should But even so we still don't know who might forget what's good and Cross The Line No you can't forfeit anybody's Freedom It's a lesson of which we may never tire Just be thankful that somebody guards your Freedom And those who would douse Freedom play with fire My countrymen American, Do you know What you have got ON THE LINE ? |
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"These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world." JESUS the CHRIST Book of John Chapter 16 |
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"ON TUESDAY THE ELEVENTH OF SEPTEMBER TWO-THOUSAND-ONE" Summer touching on the edge of fall, Leaves bursting forth in glorious show Tomorrow sounds beginning to call, Futures of promise distantly glow Noise of the street hustles along, Not a New-York-minute to waste Destiny screams waiting for no one, Not the thousands, no voices, no face Gleaming spires glancing off heaven, Beautiful sky-pillow of blue Moments frozen, life's bitter leaven, Memories in colors of hideous hue God is forever in space and time, His peacefulness surrounds and tells He listens to hearts that forever pine, For leaves that before their season fell Copyright(c)2001 M.B. Connally Sr. |
"The general principles on which the fathers achieved independence were...the general principles of Christianity....I will avow that I then believed, and now believe, that those general principles of Christianity are as eternal and immutable as the existence and attributes of God; and that those principles of liberty are as unalterable as human nature." John Adams to Thomas Jefferson |
| JAMES MADISON Our Fourth President & the primary author of the Constitution of the United States said: "We have staked the whole future of our new nation not upon the power of government; far from it. We have staked the future of all our political constitutions upon the capacity of Each of Ourselves to govern ourselves According to the moral principles of the Ten Commandments." |
| PROUD FATHER Brother and Uncle of MARINES Son of Sea Service Veterans Dad - Master Chief Hospital Corpsman (USN Ret) Veteran of Peleliu (1944) Mom - USCG Spar & USNR Wave & A VETERAN of the U.S. MARINE CORPS Semper Fidelis |
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The end of the Speech to the Nation by President Bush on September 20, 2001 I will not forget this wound to our country or those who inflicted it. I will not yield; I will not rest; I will not relent in waging this struggle for freedom and security for the American people. The course of this conflict is not known, yet its outcome is certain. Freedom and fear, justice and cruelty, have always been at war, and we know that God is not neutral between them. Fellow citizens, we'll meet violence with patient justice -- assured of the rightness of our cause, and confident of the victories to come. In all that lies before us, may God grant us wisdom, and may He watch over the United States of America. |
| The Honor and Safety of our bleeding country.......call loudly upon us, to acquit ourselves with resolution........If we make Freedom our choice, we must obtain it, by the Blessing of Heaven on our United and vigorous efforts. George Washington |
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Freedom Day - The color of Your Freedom Maybe drink beer, maybe go ride, maybe just hang around here Got lots to do if I want to, but probably just drink beer What a beautiful day, all lookin’ my way, I’ll just go easy awhile What can I say about today, it’s my day and my wide blue sky On my blue sky freedom day I’m counting blessings sure On my blue sky freedom day my world is so secure And the clouds above me sail on by like they ain’t carin’ neither On a blue sky freedom day I’m a true believer When he left this land on that blue-gray day climbing through the heavens Wouldn’t look away from mountains and bays and the home where he’d been livin’ He would carry them like precious stones, in his thoughts they’d shine like stars When hurt was too much those gems were a touch of blue sky freedom afar On a starry night there came a fight in a far-off place near Baghdad With steady aim and a heart aflame his courage never wavered His action true was for me and you and the ones who will not run They found him there, eyes in distant stare at God’s sky up above Morning's sky was blue, the sun was red, and the sand a shade of white And the brilliant hues of your freedom true make a rainbow in a fight When it’s finally done with the sword and gun and no noise and dust remain The true color will show of the freedom you know, it flows in bright red pain So, I’ll maybe drink beer, or maybe go ride, or maybe just hang around here 'Cause on our blue sky freedom days they keep us free from fear When it’s finally done with the sword and gun and no noise and dust remain True colors will show of freedom that’s grown and burns with white hot flame Copyright 2004 M. B. Connally Sr. |
| FREEDOM GHOSTS You’ve got spacious skies and amber waves and oceans white with foam Sweet Liberty land where Freedom rings, God’s blessed this American home Did you ever think how we got it all and how we keep it still? Do you ever wonder what the cost of this city on a hill? Washington and his true blue men held on at Valley Forge U.S. Grant and Honest Abe held off the men in gray The Doughboys and the Devil Dogs prevailed in nineteen-eighteen All the Patriots of olden times are Freedom’s ghosts today D-Day courage, Chosin guts, Khe Sahn and Fallujah The Spangled Banner waved on glorious and Freedom Ghosts got through it Freedom Ghosts are Freedom’s Host who guide us through the storms Freedom Ghosts have right to boast of victories over harm Your spacious skies would be denied but for ghosts in clouds serene Your amber grain no longer waves if no ghosts on hills of green Who is ringing Freedom’s bell on seas the world around? Will future freedom ringing be just a ghostly sound? So remember now what the cost will be to keep this precious thing And remember now to thank the ones who make your freedom ring Remember too to tell the Lord you thank Him and you’ll toast Those Patriots who serve today and become our Freedom Ghosts In Honor of all those of my Family who have served and are serving now. Dedicated to my Dad - B. E. Connally 1925 - 2005 (Master Chief USN Retired and veteran of Peleliu 1944) July 4, 2004 Copyright 2004 M. B. Connally Sr. |
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| "...............Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come. It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace-- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death! " PATRICK HENRY THROUGHOUT PAST HISTORY "LIBERTY" HAS ALWAYS WALKED BETWEEN THE TWIN TERRORS OF TYRANNY AND ANARCHY. THEY HAVE STALKED LIKE WOLVES BESIDE HER, WITH MURDER IN THEIR RED EYES....... READY TO REND IN SUNDER "LIBERTY" HERSELF. President Theodore Roosevelt |
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Bestowed upon us in faith, It is ours to protect, That which our forefathers cherished, And that we cannot let perish. With vigilance as an eagle's, We must stand as sentinels, And preserve The Almighty's Grant, Our Gift of Freedom. Copyright(c)1968, 2001 M.B. Connally Sr. |
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Without God, there is no virtue, because there's no prompting of the conscience. Without God, we're mired in the material, that flat world that tells us only what the senses perceive. Without God, there is a coarsening of the society. And without God, democracy will not and cannot long endure. If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under. PRESIDENT REAGAN - 1984 |
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| Memorial Day 2005 His Brother Marines were still in Iraq this day in 2004 but drove a thousand miles on their long weekend to be there this year |
"SEMPER FI MY FRIEND" (can also be sung to tune of 'Amazing Grace') My friend you've left us much too soon , My friend you've gone so quick Marine once, always and forever , Now on God's quarterdeck On the other side of forever , We'll hoist a drink or two And reminisce of old good times , We shared friend, me and you Gathered round God's Tavern table , With Our Father's House in view God, Family, Corps and America , We'll toast them, me and you Standing straight with shoulders back , And wearing The Dress Blue Marines saluting to each other , Friends forever, me and you Until that time, I'll miss you friend , And remember times we shared Now you're on guard on golden streets , By His Grace we'll meet up there M.B. CONNALLY SR, 2005 In Honor of All Marines and Corpsmen On Guard on Heaven's scenes In memory of 'Pat' Conneely Once a Marine Always a Marine |
| President Theodore Roosevelt ................There is no room in this country for hyphenated Americanism. When I refer to hyphenated Americans, I do not refer to naturalized Americans. Some of the very best Americans I have ever known were naturalized Americans, Americans born abroad. But a hyphenated American is not an American at all. This is just as true of the man who puts "native" before the hyphen as of the man who puts German or Irish or English or French before the hyphen. Americanism is a matter of the spirit and of the soul. Our allegiance must be purely to the United States. We must unsparingly condemn any man who holds any other allegiance. But if he is heartily and singly loyal to this Republic, then no matter where he was born, he is just as good an American as any one else. The one absolutely certain way of bringing this nation to ruin, of preventing all possibility of its continuing to be a nation at all, would be to permit it to become a tangle of squabbling nationalities, an intricate knot of German-Americans, Irish-Americans, English-Americans, French-Americans, Scandinavian-Americans or Italian-Americans, each preserving its separate nationality, each at heart feeling more sympathy with Europeans of that nationality, than with the other citizens of the American Republic. The men who do not become Americans and nothing else are hyphenated Americans; and there ought to be no room for them in this country. The man who calls himself an American citizen and who yet shows by his actions that he is primarily the citizen of a foreign land, plays a thoroughly mischievous part in the life of our body politic. He has no place here; and the sooner he returns to the land to which he feels his real heart-allegiance, the better it will be for every good American. There is no such thing as a hyphenated American who is a good American. The only man who is a good American is the man who is an American and nothing else. For an American citizen to vote as a German-American, an Irish-American, or an English-American, is to be a traitor to American institutions; and those hyphenated Americans who terrorize American politicians by threats of the foreign vote are engaged in treason to the American Republic. The foreign-born population of this country must be an Americanized population - no other kind can fight the battles of America either in war or peace. It must talk the language of its native-born fellow-citizens, it must possess American citizenship and American ideals. It must stand firm by its oath of allegiance in word and deed and must show that in very fact it has renounced allegiance to every prince, potentate, or foreign government. |
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| “STILL ON PATROL”
The Sergeant read the mission and Ordered ‘make it back alive’ Wind was blowing really bad and Sand sure stung the eyes Their able hands were steady The guns and gear were ready For Zack, Joe, Luke and Chance The wind began to talkin’ and The sky was muddy blue Their shadows kept on walkin’ On the ground of ashen hue They knew the way meant danger Not much ever changed there For Zack, Joe, Luke and Chance They were American boys, They did what good men do They were American boys, Doing what they signed up to Sun of red and the sky was blue, The ground a shade of white Their blood was red and their honor true ,And they stood up for the fight They knew the job that must be done They set about the mission Noise and dust rose all around As closer rounds kept whistlin’ They yelled out as he went down And he knew they wouldn’t leave him Zack, Joe, Luke and Chance They were American boys, They did what good men do They were American boys, Doing what they signed up to Sun of red and the sky was blue. The ground a shade of white Their blood was red and their honor true, And they stood up for the fight The fight was done, he was left alone When the Sergeant came and found him The others left, floated off as one And their vision left his view then “My buddie’s sir, now I’ve got to go ” “Or we’ll miss the next roll call” “Don’t worry son, they’re not gone Just with God “still on patrol” They’re American boys Doing what good men do Their blood is red and their honor true Copyright 2006 M.B.Connally Sr. |
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