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A Pacifist Honors a Soldier

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Song Lyric Sunday

At first, I was going to skip Song Lyric Sunday this week. I had mixed feelings about the theme: Songs about the military. You see, for many years, I’ve been a pacifist. I love peace songs. I’m a card carrying member of Grandmothers for Peace.

My dad, sometime in the 50s?

Still, I want to honor my father. He was a marine for 20 years. He was a good man. A loving man. A devout Christian. He was tormented about what he experienced in Korea and Vietnam. Haunted. He had terrible nightmares about those wars. He was also the strongest and bravest man I’ve ever known. He told me that, “Nothing is impossible.” My father served his country well, both in the military and afterward, up until his death this past January.

fox hole and preg mom

So, for today’s military theme, I’m sharing the Marine Corps Hymn. I remember my daddy singing it when I was a little girl. I will always be proud of him.

The last few lines are kind of funny.

From the Halls of Montezuma
To the Shores of Tripoli;
We fight our country’s battles
In the air, on land and sea;
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title
of United States Marine.

Our flag’s unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in ev’ry clime and place
Where we could take a gun;
In the snow of far-off Northern lands
And in sunny tropic scenes;
You will find us always on the job–
The United States Marines.

Here’s health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve
In many a strife we’ve fought for life
And never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven’s scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
By United States Marines.

Here’s the the song:

Author: JoAnna

An open minded, tree-hugging Christian, former counselor, and life-long lover of animals, I'm returning to my creative roots and have published my first book: Trust the Timing, A Memoir of Finding Love Again, available at amazon.com.

26 thoughts on “A Pacifist Honors a Soldier

  1. Thank you for sharing❤✌

  2. What a beautiful tribute.. And I am so pleased you shared today Music.. Love and Blessings.

  3. Beautiful tribute to a man I am sure was loved by many. This was a beautiful write! Touching…❤

  4. I had similar qualms about this one too – sometimes in today’s world honouring the soldier’s sacrifice can sound like glorifying war, but I think you’re right, we have to focus on the individuals and the difference they made to people who loved them x

  5. A beautiful tribute to your father … I can imagine why you felt uncomfortable about the theme. I like to think that most soldiers stand for peace and that is what they are fighting for, unlike the ones in the boardroom who make the decision to go to war.

  6. Hi JoAnna,

    A lovely tribute. I’m not a fan of war either, but war takes so many forms and the conflicts that engender it exist throughout our world. In a way we’re in it whether we like it or not. There are economic clashes all the time, intelligence conflicts and trade secrets to be bought and sold, and while the killing is not as obvious, I suspect the quality of life on our planet is severely degraded by ALL the forms of war that still obtain. I think it takes tremendous courage to work against any one of these forms of conflict, and also there are times when participation is meaningful and good for those involved. Who are we to judge, right?

    Peace
    Michael

    • Thoughtful as always, Micheal. You make a good point about all the various forms of conflict. I suppose we can just do what we can to love. I’ve been thinking of you this evening, even before this comment. Hopping over for a visit.

  7. Fitting tribute to a great man. I’m happy you had him. And happy to read this! 🤗🤗

  8. Bonsoir ou bonjour JOANNA

    Tiens je pense à toi

    Aux gentils messages que tu m’apportes sur mon blog

    C’est comme un rayon de soleil

    Ceux-ci me mettent du bleu au cœur et celui-ci resplendit de joie

    Quel bonheur que tu me donnes

    Que de joie j’éprouve

    Je tiens à te remercier

    Belle journée ou belle soirée

    Bisous Bernard

    Un Peu De Tendresse

  9. It sounds like your father had PTSD. My dad was on a ship when a kamikaze plane split the ship in two and he had to wait three days in the water for relief with the dead bodies of his friends floating around him. He got a Purple Heart (the Navy’s version) and PTSD.

    I always feel conflicted when I feel I must honor those who served in battle and gave their lives, ostensibly for their country, while at the same time believing that there is no such thing as a just war. Thank you for this beautiful tribute to your father, on this day.

    • Thanks, AP. Yes, I believe my father had PTSD, maybe before they called it that, and a purple heart, too. It was what he saw in Vietnam that bothered him most. I’m so sorry your father had to live with that experience. It’s important to recognize the pain and the healing. Maybe our world can heal, too.

  10. Hopefully we can. In any case, we must.

  11. Soldiers have the hardest jobs. Anyone agrees?
    Do check out my poem written for soldiers.
    https://poetricksblog.wordpress.com/2017/06/18/oh-soldier/?preview=true

  12. I’ve listened to at least four military songs this afternoon and this was the first one that made me cry. It made me think of my Grandfather as well. He is still living (96 years old!) but he also carries so much trauma from the wars he served in. We may not agree with war, but I think it’s good to remember those who serve. Thanks for sharing this!

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