Monday, May 26, 2014

5/26 Best Of Richard Snow,Robert Wilcox

Talkback Monday 26, 2014
Chuck Wilder Noon - 2 PM PDST

                                               Todays Program is a "Best Of Talkback"

                       Memorial Day is observed on the last Monday of May. It was formerly known as Decoration Day and commemorates all men and women, who have died in military service for the United States

Richard Snow
Author: A Measureless Peril "America in the Fight for the Atlantic,The longest Battle of World War 2 "

Robert Wilcox  Author Target: Patton: The Plot to Assassinate General George S. Patton

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        Liberty's Every Son and Daughter .... though my name is lost among the twilight of the ages, I would ask this solemn question of you now ... Who Am I? ... I, who felt the peppering muskets' fire, who faced the raging cannon roar ... who saw the very earth itself run red at Lexington and Bunker Hill

... I, who endured the bitter, ironclad wintryness of frozen Valley Forge ... who gave of my youth and selfless blood so that you might know the answer to the solemn question posed ... Who Am I?  ... a loyal countryman of yours, I surely am indeed ... a brother and a sister ... a neighbor and a friend

... I, who have a thousand names you cannot know, ten thousand countless faces you've never seen before ... yet, when duty, honor, country call, you know me well by all of the remembered places I have been .... Fort McHenry, Gettysburg, San Juan Hill ... I was there unyielding amidst the thundering shot and shell ... Chateau Thierry, Belleau Wood, The Argonne ... I stood bravely there as well ... Tarawa, Anzio, Normandy, Okinawa ... battlefields where I fought and fell and bled ... Inchon, Con Thien, Desert Storm ... each sanctified by honor and the sacred roll calls of our dead ...
           Who Am I?  ... you know me well by my footmarks left traced in blood for you upon the many beaches of the earth

... you know me by all the burning desert sands I strode that still hold my bleached and whitening bones ... you know me by the mountains I have climbed ... the seven seas I've sailed ... the strange and distant lands I've marched ... the skies I've soared for you where no eagle ever dared ... and
you know me best by all the far and lonely places where I lay dying spread-eagle on my back, calling out in that final fading moment of my life for Mama ... for she who loved me most with the last breath I drew ...
              Who Am I?  ... within your heart of hearts, you know the answer well ... I am every son and every daughter of this great land who ever gave their all for you ... I am a youthful name chiseled for all eternity into endless rows of white marble stones that mark Liberty's highest sacrifice ... and though twilight must surely fall and my name be forever lost among the ages, I would have it no other way ... for interred within this hallowed earth, my bones rest quiet in peace at last, and there they'll gently molder ...  Who Am I?  
                                     I have a name                                     
                                am the American Soldier!

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