When you see them there
In that golden sun
Doing the job
That must get done
When you see them there
When they laugh and smile
Or are sitting exhausted
After some hard covered miles
You can't help but love them
Your heart leaps up in your chest
And you know without a doubt
You're looking at America's best
When you see their humor
Their bravery their suffering and pain
Some mother child wife husband brother
Somewhere knows their individual names
But mostly we know them as the Army
The Air Force The Navy and The Marines
Mostly we stand quietly humble knowing
Where they are and what they've seen
Neils
9:46 am
02/26/2005
*
transcribed this time
9:52 am
02/26/2005
Saturday, February 26, 2005
Saturday, February 19, 2005
A crock o dial tears
A crock o dial tears
and other wrong numbers
****
****
All the fake people
Gather
And give their fake concern
As if there's only some tragic lesson
For the rest of us to learn
Who do not have their gifts
Their light into strategic insight
That it is always only loss
When America enters a fight
America is always making a mistake
America is always wrong
And we're just the mean ol bully
Flexin muscle to prove we're strong
****
****
Or then there's always someplace else
That's just as bad or worse
Like if we never ever made a move
We wouldn't end up in a hearse
All the fake people
Gather
And shed their politically motivated tears
And mix them in with their reservations
Second guessing and narcissistic fears
They love to be against
While saying they support the troops
Like that doesn't ring out hollow and
Come out smelling like day ol dog poop
What a bunch of sanctimonious twits
How low can you go
Feeding off the blood of brave men
Like that somehow proves they know
But they only listen to what they want
What backs up what they already believe
It seems they have a mask for everything
They've even got this one to show they grieve
It always comes back to them
Because that's what they're all about
The nattering naybobs of negativity
Sowing their seeds of doubt
****
****
They love to be against
While saying they support the troops
Like that doesn't ring out hollow and
Come out smelling like day ol dog poop
Neils
8:14 pm
08/03/2003
*
transcribed this time
11:43 pm
02/19/2005
and other wrong numbers
****
****
All the fake people
Gather
And give their fake concern
As if there's only some tragic lesson
For the rest of us to learn
Who do not have their gifts
Their light into strategic insight
That it is always only loss
When America enters a fight
America is always making a mistake
America is always wrong
And we're just the mean ol bully
Flexin muscle to prove we're strong
****
****
Or then there's always someplace else
That's just as bad or worse
Like if we never ever made a move
We wouldn't end up in a hearse
All the fake people
Gather
And shed their politically motivated tears
And mix them in with their reservations
Second guessing and narcissistic fears
They love to be against
While saying they support the troops
Like that doesn't ring out hollow and
Come out smelling like day ol dog poop
What a bunch of sanctimonious twits
How low can you go
Feeding off the blood of brave men
Like that somehow proves they know
But they only listen to what they want
What backs up what they already believe
It seems they have a mask for everything
They've even got this one to show they grieve
It always comes back to them
Because that's what they're all about
The nattering naybobs of negativity
Sowing their seeds of doubt
****
****
They love to be against
While saying they support the troops
Like that doesn't ring out hollow and
Come out smelling like day ol dog poop
Neils
8:14 pm
08/03/2003
*
transcribed this time
11:43 pm
02/19/2005
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Comments
Comments on the:
After reports
From the offices of the
Arm Chair Generals rooms
Subject:
Iraq
*****************************************************
*****************************************************
It's hard to argue with success
But yet....
Worry worry worry
Pick pick pick
Everything's not perfect
Everything's not quick
Sigh sigh sigh
Heavy is the world
For the ultra sensitive
All up in a whirl
Who lie about Afghanistan
For they have not been left alone
But I guess it's a rat's nature
To go pokin around in bones
Like strategy is only found
Lookin over yesterday
Without taking in now and
Tommorrow in anything you say
And that does include killing
The enemy anytime and anywhere
Or is everything all up there
In that aerodite rarified air
Hey our guys won
Hooray for them and their guts
I say Congratulations for kickin
All the torture supporters butts
Yippie Kie Yea mother truckers
Way to turn them to dust
And topple a regime that was
Built on fear murder and distrust
Atta boys all around
For workin like an efficient team
Sometimes you gotta kick doors open
To let in Freedom's dream
Neils
7:56 pm
05/03/2003
*
no disparagement meant
whatsoever to real rats
*
transcribed this time
9:58 am
02/17/2005
After reports
From the offices of the
Arm Chair Generals rooms
Subject:
Iraq
*****************************************************
*****************************************************
It's hard to argue with success
But yet....
Worry worry worry
Pick pick pick
Everything's not perfect
Everything's not quick
Sigh sigh sigh
Heavy is the world
For the ultra sensitive
All up in a whirl
Who lie about Afghanistan
For they have not been left alone
But I guess it's a rat's nature
To go pokin around in bones
Like strategy is only found
Lookin over yesterday
Without taking in now and
Tommorrow in anything you say
And that does include killing
The enemy anytime and anywhere
Or is everything all up there
In that aerodite rarified air
Hey our guys won
Hooray for them and their guts
I say Congratulations for kickin
All the torture supporters butts
Yippie Kie Yea mother truckers
Way to turn them to dust
And topple a regime that was
Built on fear murder and distrust
Atta boys all around
For workin like an efficient team
Sometimes you gotta kick doors open
To let in Freedom's dream
Neils
7:56 pm
05/03/2003
*
no disparagement meant
whatsoever to real rats
*
transcribed this time
9:58 am
02/17/2005
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
This is not about words
This is not about words
This is about blood
Not soft pleasant conversations
With differing points of view
This is about men who are willing
To stand up
Are willing to do what they must do
This is not about words
This is about life and death
Not plausibly explainable demoralizations
With vanity at its base
This is about sacred sacrifice
And reverence being the first response
When in the presence of guts and grace
Neils
11:20 pm
12/06/2004
*
transcribed this time
11:15 pm
02/15/2005
This is about blood
Not soft pleasant conversations
With differing points of view
This is about men who are willing
To stand up
Are willing to do what they must do
This is not about words
This is about life and death
Not plausibly explainable demoralizations
With vanity at its base
This is about sacred sacrifice
And reverence being the first response
When in the presence of guts and grace
Neils
11:20 pm
12/06/2004
*
transcribed this time
11:15 pm
02/15/2005
Monday, February 07, 2005
Let us speak of the bravery
Let us speak of the bravery
Of the young men
Over there is the dirt brown streets
Who go out to face the dangers
Of every stranger they passingly meet
Let us speak of the sacrifice
Of what it means
To go searching from room to room
Whether it be beneath a blazing sky
Or the dark of night without a moon
Let us speak of their contributions
Their sweat adrenaline and drive
Their moving together as a team
Let us remember their families
Their love and courage to
Dare to dream
****
****
Let us never forget the dead
The wounded and the achingly tired
For this is not some silly game
There is truly glory in their story
But it does not come without
The cost of pain
****
****
Let us follow through
On their welfare and well being
Let us welcome them home this time
Let us let it be our hearts they are seeing
Neils
8:21 pm
02/07/2005
Of the young men
Over there is the dirt brown streets
Who go out to face the dangers
Of every stranger they passingly meet
Let us speak of the sacrifice
Of what it means
To go searching from room to room
Whether it be beneath a blazing sky
Or the dark of night without a moon
Let us speak of their contributions
Their sweat adrenaline and drive
Their moving together as a team
Let us remember their families
Their love and courage to
Dare to dream
****
****
Let us never forget the dead
The wounded and the achingly tired
For this is not some silly game
There is truly glory in their story
But it does not come without
The cost of pain
****
****
Let us follow through
On their welfare and well being
Let us welcome them home this time
Let us let it be our hearts they are seeing
Neils
8:21 pm
02/07/2005
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Do not
Do not put my younger brothers
Lives on the line
With an endless diplomatic dance
Do not waltz with insincerity
To the tune being played by France
Do not wait till the heat
Plays into this deadly scene
While some obstructionist claims
To not know what something means
Do not wear our soldiers down
With recreated Paris Peace talks
And petty arguing about how long
To take meanderingly meanless walks
Do not put them in harms way
And leave them hanging there
Because somebody needs a croissant
Or he's not being treated fair
Do not let one good mans life
Be needlessly taken away
Tryin to please somebody
Who doesn't seem to care anyway
Do not let strong momentum
Be ground to a halt
By those who love to bicker
And pick at who's at fault
To get what they want
Or to hide what they did
Not everything is an auction block
Our warriors souls are not....up for bid
Neils
11:25 pm
03/14/2003
*
transcribed this time
1:05 pm
02/05/2005
*
Obviously by this time line
you can see this was written before
the greatist armoured advance in
the history of modern warfare
and those amazingly courageous
and inspirational "Thunder Runs".
And oh yeah that food for oil scandal thing.
Now but only the willful fools know why all the stall.
N.....again
Lives on the line
With an endless diplomatic dance
Do not waltz with insincerity
To the tune being played by France
Do not wait till the heat
Plays into this deadly scene
While some obstructionist claims
To not know what something means
Do not wear our soldiers down
With recreated Paris Peace talks
And petty arguing about how long
To take meanderingly meanless walks
Do not put them in harms way
And leave them hanging there
Because somebody needs a croissant
Or he's not being treated fair
Do not let one good mans life
Be needlessly taken away
Tryin to please somebody
Who doesn't seem to care anyway
Do not let strong momentum
Be ground to a halt
By those who love to bicker
And pick at who's at fault
To get what they want
Or to hide what they did
Not everything is an auction block
Our warriors souls are not....up for bid
Neils
11:25 pm
03/14/2003
*
transcribed this time
1:05 pm
02/05/2005
*
Obviously by this time line
you can see this was written before
the greatist armoured advance in
the history of modern warfare
and those amazingly courageous
and inspirational "Thunder Runs".
And oh yeah that food for oil scandal thing.
Now but only the willful fools know why all the stall.
N.....again
Thursday, February 03, 2005
It's fun to shoot some people
Who counsels who
On how to talk the talk
I'll still take the guy
Who walks the walk
Because
It is a hoot to shoot some people
To put them in your sights
To take up the slack breathe relax
And squeeze out their lights
It's damn well jolly fun
To blow their brains right out
To express train deliver them
That is what it is all about
If you're in the business of killing
And business has been real good
If you've been wearing a helmet lately
That's damn well understood
Predatory is the nature
Of the hunting and shooting kind
It's in their well trained bodies
It's in their focused states of mind
And be it with a five point five six
Or a three o eight
They've been the special delivery
Express train check outs to fate
And I personally honor them for it
I like their attitude and smiles
They are the ancient warrior code
Dressed up in
The new dessert camo style
And lookin good brothers
Lookin good
Neils
9:15 pm
02/03/2005
*
written with specific dedication to:
“Lt. Gen. James Mattis, who commanded Marine expeditions in Afghanistan and Iraq, made the comments Tuesday during a panel discussion in San Diego, California.
"Actually it's quite fun to fight them, you know. It's a hell of a hoot," Mattis said, prompting laughter from some military members in the audience. "It's fun to shoot some people. I'll be right up there with you. I like brawling.”
N…again
On how to talk the talk
I'll still take the guy
Who walks the walk
Because
It is a hoot to shoot some people
To put them in your sights
To take up the slack breathe relax
And squeeze out their lights
It's damn well jolly fun
To blow their brains right out
To express train deliver them
That is what it is all about
If you're in the business of killing
And business has been real good
If you've been wearing a helmet lately
That's damn well understood
Predatory is the nature
Of the hunting and shooting kind
It's in their well trained bodies
It's in their focused states of mind
And be it with a five point five six
Or a three o eight
They've been the special delivery
Express train check outs to fate
And I personally honor them for it
I like their attitude and smiles
They are the ancient warrior code
Dressed up in
The new dessert camo style
And lookin good brothers
Lookin good
Neils
9:15 pm
02/03/2005
*
written with specific dedication to:
“Lt. Gen. James Mattis, who commanded Marine expeditions in Afghanistan and Iraq, made the comments Tuesday during a panel discussion in San Diego, California.
"Actually it's quite fun to fight them, you know. It's a hell of a hoot," Mattis said, prompting laughter from some military members in the audience. "It's fun to shoot some people. I'll be right up there with you. I like brawling.”
N…again
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