D-Day 1944 June 06 The Longest Day

I was going to link some of the interesting poetry I found about D-Day but then I thought hey, why not post the lyrics to one of the greatest all time heavy metal group and their song the Longest Day...

65 years ago the Allies launched; what was to become the biggest nail in the coffin of Nazi Germany, it was a gamble, one semi-decent day in which to land the largest military force the world had seen to date, one day; that for many became their longest..

So here are the lyrics to the Longest Day by Iron Maiden...

[quote]In the gloom the gathering storm abates
In the ships gimlet eyes await
The call to arms to hammer at the gates
To blow them wide throw evil to its fate

All summers long the drills to build the machine
To turn men from flesh and blood to steel
From paper soldiers to bodies on the beach
From summer sands to armageddon's reach

Overlord, your master not your god
The enemy coast dawning grey with scud
These wretched souls puking, shaking fear
To take a bullet for those who sent them here

The world's alight, the cliffs erupt in flame
No escape, remorseless shrapnel rains
Drowning men no chance for a warrior's fate
A choking death enter hell's gate

Sliding we go, only fear on our side
To the edge of the wire,
and we rush with the tide
Oh the water is red,
with the blood of the dead
But I'm still alive, pray to God I survive

How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through

How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through

The rising dead, faces bloated torn
They are relieved, the living wait their turn
Your number's up, the bullet's got your name
You still go on, to hell and back again

Valhalla waits, valkyries rise and fall
The warrior tombs, lie open for us all
A ghostly hand reaches through the veil
Blood and sand, we will prevail

Sliding we go, only fear on our side
To the edge of the wire,
and we rush with the tide
Oh the water is red,
with the blood of the dead
But I'm still alive, pray to God I survive

How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through

How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through

How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through

How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through

Copyright Iron Maiden

I think they did a damn fine job of summing up the events of that day. Many have forgotten what the day means, more so do not care, but for those of us who do indeed understand, it is a moment that will alway be remembered.


I have a new labeling thanks to the DHS...


Seems that the Dept. Of Homeland Security under it's director Janet Napolitano has seen fit to label many of us who are defending this nation, as terrorist mainly because we have two brain cells that can actually be used to think out side of the political box of socialism and its' ideal that only those in power must have the guns and if you do not agree with that then you are obviously a threat.

What I do find funny is that the Democratic Party is suppose to be the liberal party, yet they are ones who seek tighter gun laws. Want to take the guns away from the law abiding citizens, using lines like, you have the police so why do you need a gun to protect yourself? Hunting is outdated, there is no need for it, we have modern ways to feed ourselves. I am sure there are other original levels of thinking that come out from this bunch. Yet if they are liberal and for the people, then why are they first to take away our rights? Why are they the first to reign in the people in on free speech etc...? I think the answer is that they are not for the people, they are for the Party.

I make the same tired joke, when do I get my really cool white armor with the helmet and folks just don't get it...yet we the people willing and readily voted into office a group that 8 years earlier tried to destroy this nation and yet having failed and lost the next election, did everything to under mind the one that replaced them, not saying the last one didn't do enough to hurt its' self, and now that they are back in power, they don't hide anything this time around, courting with Cuba, stating flat out that while he, the POTUS, doesn't believe in the war in Afghanistan, we are going to see it through, to saying hey I can change things, just get me elected and I will do this, to changing his statement to well it's going to take some time, so how about you give us that time okay? And what do we do? We fell for it all.

So really it doesn't surprise to see that the DHS leadership is as crazy as the national leadership. So just let me know when I can go get my white armor and my "re-education" training all with the netural accent so as not offend anyone, and we can start the random stops asking for papers and reason why you are out after 8pm.

Writer's Block: Confidences

Who do you think it is easier to talk about your problems with: your friends, your family, or strangers?
It is easy to talk to people you trust about your problems, mainly because they will be there to be your rock and support as well as the sound board and advice givers. But the one thing that is the best about having someone to talk to is that they listen and do not judge...just listen.

Who are you? What do you want?

The questions asked in the subject are some of the hardest to answer. I am sure; some will take a stab at answering them, but to truly get the answers is something few can do. You see to reach the level of understanding, one has to see their whole worth laid bare before. Seeing themselves from the inside out. Few can handle this, most run, complaining about people not being fair or nice. Some break down and become so upset with themselves that they never realize that is what this means, a rebirth and growth. Others are so shocked to see that they act like those they can not stand or dislike. Never do they realize how shallow they truly are.

Do you have anything worth living for? The answer to that question should be forth with from the answers one has to the other two questions. You should be capable of understanding yourself and knowing the short falls and half truths. We all have secrets, yet it is how we handle them being made public. Ones' worth isn't measured by who they are friends with or how much money they have, nor is it measured by who they help or support. It is measured by HOW they go about doing everything. One thing does not how weigh the others.

All one needs to be a true friend is to be there, in one form or another, to listen, to offer advice, to be the pillar of support and the rock to cry on. Simple things, yet hard are they to be. Many try very hard, too hard, to do this and yet fail they do. Not for the lack of trying, but for the lack of being able to do what is asked, just be the support not the answers.

I was asked the other day why do I try to help everyone, when it is clear that some hate me for showing them their faults or issues or mistakes. My reply was this if one can not accept their own faults, then they are not getting the chance to see their true potential and growth. Mistakes happen, learn and move forward.

I am finding that as I get older some things do indeed fall in to the ideal called "a certain point of view". We call look at the same event, and when asked to describe what we saw, there will be 100s of different versions of the event. Yet all of them are correct since we each see something different. I deal with this daily and while it is a pain, it is also an amazing thing to watch in action.

I do wonder if there can be rainbows in the dark?

Define LOVE?

That may be hard, but if you have really loved someone, you should know.

Yes, I have been in love; I have loved so much that I can't explain it by any words. That feeling, so... confused. You know the one, things look different, clearer, crisp. The birds sound louder, prettier, happier. Nothing else matters but these feelings, yes they are confusing..

Yet I'm happy when I'm in love but I'm happy when I'm not too, love isn't meaning of my life. Love is like "bonus" in a good relationship. Understand?

At the same time I don't want to be "only somebody" or "big evil wolf". I want to have some significance, who doesn't? I'll like to have someone to hold me tight, because I'm teddy bear and I need warm, care and love and I can give them too. That is goal; just hold me tight...you might realize that you have something and don't even know it.


"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in our philosophy..." (Hamlet)

There are no...

I really think Ozzy hit the nail on the head with his song " I Just Want You". He has away with words and how he puts them together leave you with a sense of awe.

The song sums up that nothing is impossible, there are no nothings, all can be achivied if you have faith, faith in the person you are with, the line "I don't ask much, I just want you." I am getting sick and tired of all of the plastic people and their "have to have their own way" or "well I want things but I want them on my terms". It's old, yesterdays porter, leave it at the door. I am not one to play games, well beyond the fun one, the drama and high school crap; something we all should have now out grown, needs to go.

There are no unachiavble goals, just ones a person leave unfullfilled or forgotten. Walking with a Ghost in Paris, one would be surprised at the converstions...once you ask the ghost to sit and talk. The topics will vary, some with be painful; others on a more lighters side, yet in the end you can walk away knowing that you had the chance to at least see for one moment in time that some where some are not forgotten.

Once we realize that imperfect understanding is the human condition there is no shame in
being wrong, only in failing to correct our mistakes.

George Soros

The above statement is so truthful, and it is something we have all forgotten. No one wants to be wrong, yet it is how we learn. If we are never wrong, life would be a boring thing to experience. I know all to well how it feels to be wrong, but I do not regret being wrong, because in being so, I have learned a lot about people and life.

What did I want?

 I wanted a Roc's egg. I wanted a harem loaded with lovely odalisques less than the dust beneath my chariot wheels, the rust that never stained my sword. I wanted raw red gold in nuggets the size of your fist, and feed that lousy claim jumper to the huskies! I wanted to get up feeling brisk and go out and break some lances, then pick a likely wench for my droit du seigneur - I wanted to stand up to the Baron and dare him to touch my wench! I wanted to hear the purple water chuckling against the skin of the Nancy Lee in the cool of the morning watch and not another sound, nor any movement save the slow tilting of the wings of the albatross that had been pacing us the last thousand miles.

I wanted the hurtling moons of Barsoom. I wanted Storisende and Poictesme, and Holmes shaking me awake to tell me, "The game's afoot!" I wanted to float down the Mississippi on a raft and elude a mob in company with the Duke of Bilgewater and Lost Dauphin.

I wanted Prester John, and Excalibur held by a moon-white arm out of a silent lake. I wanted to sail with Ulysses and with Tros of Samothrace and to eat the lotus in a land that seemed always afternoon. I wanted the feeling of romance and the sense of wonder I had known as a kid. I wanted the world to be the way they had promised me it was going to be, instead of the tawdry, lousy, fouled-up mess it is.

I had had one chance - for ten minutes yesterday afternoon. Helen of Troy, whatever your true name may be - and I had known it Ö and I had let it slip away.

Maybe one chance is all you ever get.


Who is more real? Homer or Ulysses? Shakespeare or Hamlet? Burroughs or Tarzan? Howard or Conan? Doyle or Sherlock Holmes?

I came, I saw, she conquered (the original Latin seems to have been garbled).


I think that all right-thinking people in this country are sick and tired of being told that ordinary, descent people are fed up in this country with being sick and tired. I'm certainly not! But I'm sick and tired of being told that I am!

Sorry for the rambling, but it has become the best way for me to destress...oh and to answer a question asked of me...I believe in the power of kindness and in the power of faith one has in one's self. For that matter the worth of one is always measured by the way they treat others. I hope that answers things.

Illusions of Things

We have this interesting ideal we call hope. It comes in many forms and the bottom line is we make it up as we go along. It is true, think about all the times you have wanted something to happen and you have thought about and prayed about it and did everything you could to make it happen, and when it did, hope was the best thing. Yet when it did not happen, you found out the lillusion is a failure.

You see we create the hope, and not matter what, it is a figment of our imagination. We paint a picture that allows no room for error or input from anything or anyone else. It is like the Megadeath song says "Peace Sells, But Who's Buying". A very true statement since we need a name for the time between our wars.

It is now spring time, birds are returning from their winter nesting grounds, animals are waking up from their hibernation, the grass is green and if you pay attention to how we, the humans, act, you will not that we tend to start our age old process of killing and war all over again each spring.

Every one needs something to believe in and I find that believing in something simple makes things like dashed hope not an issue. Darkness can be a friend or an over wheleming force that crushes all that you are. One has to look at all things, weighing the options, the needs as well as the base desires and yes the hopes and dreams. All of those things go into what we do. Hope is not a bad thing, it is more of an Illusion and once folks realize that, then life would be so much simpler and easier for all.

Random Moments In Time and Space

There is a song called Mad World by Tears for Fear. Its not a new song, in fact its just about as old as I am, well give or take 5 or 6 years and yet it the song can sum up many things. To me it could be a reflection of my three tours in Iraq.  The things I have seen and done over here are something that one would need to experience to fully understand, as the song says people run in circles it is a very mad world.


All around are familiar faces and worn out places again can sum up what I have seen, friends and others so drawn into things or over come by the horror we call war. Children waiting for the day they can feel good and every child should still and listen as those who have come before pass one what they know and have learned. Teacher what is my lesson? Dreams are the lesson and how you get them to reality is the goal. One that can leave you chasing after might have been’ and ghost or one that can have you reaching the highest peak and seeing all laid before you bare as new born babe.


What are we? We are nothing more then wolves in sheep’s’ clothing, hungering for the chance to be free of all bonds and show our true humanity to the world, or are we the sheep waiting to be culled by the wolves among us?

As I sit here listening to my music...

As I sit here listening to my music, I start to wonder why, why does it bring up older memories from high school and the simpler time that was then. Think about it, we don’t let it bring up the recent memories of yesterday or the today, but it some how can bring the older deeper, almost forgotten memories of our childhood and teenage years. Maybe not all the good times and certainly not all of the bad ones, but enough to make you stop and realize that time has moved on and in a sense you are left wondering if you lost something or forgot to do something or did I get it right.


I don’t think I am the only one who has had this happen and likely I won’t be the only wondering about this. Yet, I do wonder what causes us to want to remember those often painful memories of our childhood and teenage time frame. Is it the longing and want of the easier times, of less responsibility? Is it the want of the friendships that time and distance have eroded? Or is it the desire for one moment to just have the chance to have fun again without the wait of our worlds, worlds we made, pressing us down?


And yet when offered the chance to relive, even for a brief moment those days of yesteryear, we refuse to do it, we try so hard to impress the people we were friends with once, in the vain hope that some how we have come out on top and that those we knew have failed and thus all we have driven and strove for has paid off and our vanity is save as is the thing we call pride.


As I listen to the music, I can recall the parties, the sporting events, the dances; all the social events that we as school age children flocked to, to feel important or in our rush to grow up had to go to. I can remember sitting in class wondering about what I was going to on Friday evening or if I was going to be able to get all I wanted to do on Saturday done. The music drove us, it empowered us, it gave us a balance that some how blended it’s self into the fabric that makes up these memories we all have. Not just background noise as we drove to school or out on that date with the girl from math class. No it was something that gave you your chance to have an identity. It was a call to arms in that we as youths rose to it and embraced the power it was offering and then we took it and made it our culture, our mark on the history of what will be remembered. It was every where; you couldn’t get away from it. Movies, TV, radio, ads, cartoons, comic books, and pop culture took the anthems we embraced and flourished, turning all into an icon that was in away an attempt to bring back the golden age of simple and innocence that was lost.


Each song was a story, and that story was about us or about something we knew or believed in. We could relate, and that, that was the key. We didn’t have to worry about it being against us; no it was there for us. The movies of the time took the same thing and wove all us into the role of the hero or the anti-hero. We became our culture. Look at the stuff you owned as a child. Transformers, Barbie, Gem, GI JOE, He-Man/She-Ra, Rambo, Aliens, Predator, who didn’t have something related to Star Wars, who didn’t know who Sonny Crockett was or that he drove a Ferias? 


Or the stories the music told helped us deal with things, life, death an end to a romance, to who was who best girl or friend. The music give us the strength to plow through things and not be afraid to make the mistakes, after all we are only human. We had songs that drove you on till you could be the champion and no matter how down you were there was always a light or fire to guide you. Our icons changed yet the songs remained the same, the words as catch as the flu.


How many of us on a simple drive to work have not had a song bring back an old memory of a time long past, yet for that one moment it is as if it was happening all over again. Fleeting though it maybe, it gives us pause and brings at least a smile to our life even for the moment.


Many of you must be wondering what I am going on and on about and some of you may have noted my not so settable innuendoes, yet that is the point, you know these thing you are aware of them they are par t of your life and in away make up who and what you are. Many of you may have a favorite song(s), and you know the words by heart and can identify the song with only one verse of the song mentioned or one sound byte played. Or you have a favorite group; own all of the albums, the CDs and vinyl and/or the cassettes. You remember rushing to the radio to record your favorite song when it was played on the radio, commercials included. Or how the wailing chords of the guitars made the songs come alive as the madness that seemed to engulf the world melted away as the drum solos and the bass pounded and the heroes of the songs, Eddie and the rest all seemed to tell their tales like a shot in the dark. One could be glad as time moves on to have even the slightest chance to return to those days even for a fleeting minute of time…as the song said the show must go on. And it does.


Just some thoughts and comments on things…


Many times we have stop and ask ourselves is this, what we wanted? Am I at the pentacle of where I thought I would be when I reached a certain age? Have I reached the goals I set so gleeful and hopefully set back when I was 10 or 11 lying awake at night pondering growing up and wanting so badly to be there right then and there. Now looking back we all can see how pointless that was, how we should have been focused on our childhood and not the future, more of the time to live for each moment and worry about tomorrow when it came along. Now we all have our worries, from deadlines, to bills, to the all oppressive consumer of time and energy, the job. We each knew even back then that we would have some kind of job, and how cool it would be, yet now that we are the cusps or apex of our job world, is this really what we thought it would be or is it a disillusion of callousness and apathy? Or is the other way around and things are right on track? Who really knows, we didn’t know then and now we would most likely rather not face the idea that we made bad choices at some point in our lives, giving way to the ends not meeting the means.


Or does it mean that we are trying to cling to those moments in time that give or gave us hope that when we got older we would be able to do it all and never have worry that could not be solved with a little hard work and effort? To look back it seems now that then paradise was just around the corner and we would be able to reach before we were too old to enjoy it. We had it all lain out in front of us, the dream of success and wealth; it was shown to us every night on TV. Yet as time has marched on along with the mach feet, the dream and reality were not the same. Look at the movies that “showed” us what high school would be like and was it? No. High school was mixture of highs and lows. The moments of excitement were always tempered by moments of fear and worry. But many of us would give anything we had currently to go back to those days. I am not saying I personally would do this, but I do miss some of the innocents of those days. Do we need to recapture our youth? Or do we remember it fondly as something to share with our children and the grandchildren? Is it like hit a wall in the dark and remembering why one should turn a light on?


One has to contemplate the desire to have things we have had to leave behind as we out grew them or were forced to leave them behind. I am sure may of you have taken the time to wonder through a toy store, looking at what is there and seeing familiar yet different games and toys? I have done this on numerous occasions and in doing so, I tend to recall that going into stores like Toys’ R’ Us was always a cool thing, it was like a magical world that had everything you could want, ever as far as toys and games went.


A few years ago, I had some time and I went down to Virginia to visit. And during the course of being there I went for a drive, seems that while I knew things had changed and that many things would be gone, it was still exciting to see what remained the same. It was also saddening in that it showed me how much times had changed. At that moment, something changed, something said, no nothing has changed, your childhood was something that should be remembered, cherished and that did bring a smile and a good chuckle, it was the needed break, the relief that while the world changed, I did not have to change how things were. Now while there were events and moments in my childhood that I would like to change, who doesn’t wish they could adjust things, ninety percent of it I would leave alone. When I was back in Michigan one year, I went and visited the parental units, and in doing so I started to drive around, I am seeing the problem the car is the evil machine that allows this to happen, and I remembered moments and events from high school and the moment in time that was covered by those events. Memories seem to be the one true reflection on our souls. We can look at things over and over, recall them how we want or try and keep the facts as they were. We can look at lost loves, lost friends, and at the same time we can be happy knowing that we got through all of it.


Really a lot of this is just me rambling along and just another moment or two of aimless thought brought on by the memories and wondering that certain songs can stir up and bring back into light.


And yes there many Easter eggs in this…just remember life has its own power, fine it, hold it, laugh with it, but never ever let it go.