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RIP another Vietnam Veteran Gunny. . .

Posted By: MillRatUSMC aka Ricardo
Date: Sunday - April 15,2018 17:01



The 'Gunny' died from complications of pneumonia.
As we age, this is one thing, we must get a shot to fight pneumonia.
Most will tell a shot is good for five or more years.
But not if you getting up in age.
Just like they think you should have the blood pressure of a teen-ager.
Its not going to happen, get that SHOT.

TAPS

Day is done ...
Gone the sun ...
From the lakes ...
From the hills ...
From the sky ...
All is well ...
Safely rest ...
God is nigh ...

Fading light ...
Dims the sight ...
And a star ...
Gems the sky ...
Gleaming bright ...
From afar ...
Drawing nigh ...

Falls the night ...
Thanks and praise ...
For our days ...
Neath the sun ...
Neath the stars ...
Neath the sky ...
As we go ...
This we know ...
God is nigh ...

THE DAY IS DONE

THE DAY is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:

A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.

For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Diabetes II or Diabetes 2
Affect a few.
What's a body to do?
Walk a few.
Blocks or in a local mall.


Looking more like the puppet Walter!


Ricardo in virtual reality.
Virtual reality.
Is the term used to describe a three-dimensional.
Computer generated environment.

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