Soldiers

In Arlington and Flanders Field,

They rest in row by row.

They fought and died for liberty

to preserve the peace we know.

They fought upon the beaches

of many foreign lands.

They fought for right and glory

for which our country stands.

They marched to war with courage.

They fought the battles thru.

They only thought of victory,

our peace they would renew.

On distant shores and jungle wars,

they would for peace persist.

They gave their lives for freedom,

no greater cause exist.

For honor, truth, and glory,

they fought and died together,

side by side in trenches deep.

They're remembered now and ever.

In Flanders Field and Arlington,

and in jungles and oceans deep,

our boys will rest forever.

We pray they rest in peace.

Jack E. Barnett

(This was sent to me by Bruce Hill, whose brother, Robert Oren Hill was Killed in Action in Vietnam)

http://thewall-usa.com/guest.asp?recid=23251 

THE REUNION

Autumn leaves rustling, together to the appointed place, the old warriors come.
Like Pilgrims drifting across the land they fought to preserve.
Where they meet is not important any more.
Greetings echo across a lobby.
Hands reach out and arms draw buddies close.
Embraces, that as young men they were too uncomfortable to give, too shy to accept so lovingly.
But deep within these Indian Summer days, they have reached a greater understanding of life and love.
The shells holding their souls are weaker now, but hearts and minds grow vigorous, remembering.
On the table someone spreads out photographs, a test of recollection.
And friendly laughter echoes at shocks of hair gone gray or white, or merely gone.
The rugged slender bodies lost forever.
Yet they no longer need to prove their strength.
Some are now sustained by one of "Medicine's miracles," and even in this fact , they manage to find humor.
The women, all those that waited, all those who loved them, have watched the changes take place.
Now, they observe and listen, and smile at each other, as glad to be together as the men.
Talk turns to war, and planes, and foreign lands.
Stories are told and told again, re-weaving the threadbare fabric of the past.
Mending one more time the banner of their youth.
They hear the vibrations, feel the shutter of metal as engines whine and whirl, and planes-tanks-jeeps come to life.
These birds with fractured wings can be seen beyond the mist of clouds, and they are in the air again. chasing the wind, feeling the exhilaration of flight close to the heavens.
Dead comrades, hearing their names spoken, wanting to share in this time, if only in spirit, move silently among them.
Their presence is felt and smiles appear beneath misty eyes.
Each, in his own way may wonder who will be absent in another year.
The room grows quiet for a time.
Suddenly an ember flames to life. Another memory burns.
The talk may turn to other wars, and other men, and of futility.
So, this is how it goes. The past is so much the present.
In their ceremonies, the allegiances, the speeches and the prayers, one cannot help but hear the deep eternal love of country and comrades they will forever share.
Finally, it is time to leave.
Much too soon to set aside this little piece of yesterday, but the past cannot be held too long, for it is fragile.
They say, "Farewell" ..."See you another year, God willing."
Each keeps a little of the others with him forever.
                   ~  BY RACHEL FIRTH ~

It is said a man hasn't died as long as he is remembered.
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there,
I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there,
I did not die

Happy Birthday David/ God Bless

Happy Valentine's Day David 
God Bless 

Merry Christmas 
God Bless 

God Bless you and your 
Family David 

Happy Thanksgiving-God Bless 

KEN KERBS
KKAK47@HOTMAIL.COM
To David Thomas Dickinson
I am so very sorry for what happened and we will never forget. I never met you David, but we probably walked on some of the same ground and drank from the same rivers.
All the best to your loving family.

Ken, 2nd/502nd/101st Airborne
Jun 15, 2008

                                 
Davy Baker
davybaker@suddenlink.net
Kilgore Tx. 75662
Common Kindred
I visited you yesterday but could not see the keyboard.Tonight, I dry & type.Said a prayer especially for you and Garnet today at our VFW ceremony and plan to meet you,my brother,and friends in the future.God bless you and your family and may God heal Garnets hurt she misses so!You and the other heroes will never be forgotten,not in my lifetime!
May 26, 2008

Madelyn Robertson
It would have been an honor on my part to have met you. But know that by some hand of fate I have met some of your family. They love you very much as I did the two friends that I lost.
I know you, like so many other thousands are at home now, a place of peace.
Thank you for you bravery when called upon to serve.
You will never be forgotten!
May God keep you ever close.......
Sep 27, 2007
                                      
Manuel Pino Jr. B co.2/8-1968
mpjr54@msn.com
Fellow Cav Brother and Denverite
Prayer of Remembrance "They grow not old, as we who remain grow old, age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn, at the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we shall remember them. We shall remember them."
Wednesday, January 05, 2005 
                                        
mark kapinos
schmur705@yahoo.com
rest well my cav brother
Monday, February 02, 2004 
                                        
Daniel Lombardi
Friend and commrad in the 1st Cav
17502 E. Dickenson Pl.
Aurora, CO 80013 USA
Remembered
Saw you about a month before you went to be with the Lord in Phan Thiet. Go to Ft. Logan on most Memorial Days. Stop to say hi. Your Friend Dan.
Tuesday, December 14, 2004 
                                          
Kimberly Thomas
kimberly1270@comcast.net
Niece
Parker, CO
My Uncle
I met you before I was born. I loved you before I knew you. I am proud you are my Uncle Davey.
Monday, May 22, 2006 
                             
          
                                                ~
MEMORIAL POSTINGS ON THE VIRTUAL WALL WEB SITE FOR DAVID...
http://www.vvmf.org//index.cfmSectionID=110&Wall_Id_No=13250
                                             ~
Posted for: DAVID THOMAS DICKINSON:
On behalf of the North Denver High School, Class of 1966, we honor your memory and your service.

May you rest in peace.

Until we meet again -
Posted by: Sharon (Todd) Thomas
Email: Vikings6566@netzero.com
Relationship: We were high school classmates
Friday, June 2, 2006
                                              ~
Posted for: DAVID THOMAS DICKINSON:
FOREVER REMEMBERED

Slip off that pack. Set it down by the crooked trail. Drop your steel pot alongside. Shed those magazine-ladened bandoliers away from your sweat-soaked shirt. Lay that silent weapon down and step out of the heat. Feel the soothing cool breeze right down to your soul ... and rest forever in the shade of our love, brother.

From your Nam-Band-Of-Brothers
Posted by: Bill Nelson
Email: grite@yahoo.com
Relationship: NamVet 2/502 Inf 101 Abn 69-70
Thursday, September 22, 2005
                                               ~

                     
               Dave's nephew, Gene & his wife Brandy         

Uncle David,

We never met... that I deeply deeply regret. You have been an inspiration to me. From the day I stepped into my United States Army uniform I have often thought about you. Everytime I faced a difficult challenge in my short military career (3/229th AVN, 18th Airborne Corp), I thought about the soldier you were and the price you paid. Because of you I persevered and was a good soldier. Those experiences, my love of God, and my deep respect for you have made me the man I am today.

As my kids grow and I work to teach them the importance of faith, duty, honor, integrity, discipline, and respect, your name comes up. I want you to know that you are never ever forgotten by your family, friends, and fellow soldiers. Whenever I get the chance I sit and look at your medals... it is a treasure I will always covet. Your blood was shed for those honors.

It is an honor to be your nephew. When your siblings pass, you can count on your nephews and nieces to keep your memory alive and pass it along to our families. We love you and miss you always!

To those that served with my uncle... Thank you for the friendship and camaraderie you gave my uncle David during his short life/service. It is refreshing to know that "Fallen but Not Forgotten" actually means something. 

Psalm 23:1-4
The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. 


God Bless,

Gene Ballard
Your Loving Nephew

             
You have every right to be proud.You should be !
If computers have done one thing for the good, it is the recognition of our brothers. Now days, people can see, and read about these men, because there are people like you ,who can go that extra mile. One more step,one more step....Thats what those Rangers are saying to them selves on those long marches. Thier destination isnt a geographical place on the map, it is a determination to show the world that there is no place to call it quits, or say, I've had enough.
Thats what you have done, you have taken Davids honor ,which he deserves,"one more step".
We hold our heads high with pride, not because we are Rangers or LRRPs, its because we served with these men. Every one of our men who died ,gave us his honor to carry forward. You have done an "outstanding job" with Davids.I thank you from my heart for what you have done.
There are no tear drops on this letter, just pride.

GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR FAMILY,

MY GRANDFATHER JACK WAS IN 
THE ARMY, WE KNOW VERY LITTLE ABOUT 
THIS PART OF HIS LIFE, HE LOVED TO TELL
STORIES TO US ABOUT HIS YOUNGER DAYS,EXCEPT FOR 
HIS DAYS IN THE ARMY. MY MOM ALWAYS SAID 
THIS IS THE ONLY PART OF HIS LIFE HE WOULD NOT 
DISCUSS. I CAN ONLY IMAGINE WHY. MY COUSIN
BEN IS NOW SERVING IN THE MARINES, HE IS STATIONED
IN NEW ORLEANS. IT SEEMS NO MATTER HOW 
MUCH TRAMA THESE YOUNG PEOPLE GO THROUGH, 
HOW MANY LIVES ARE LOST, THEY STILL ARE 
BRAVE ENOUGH TO ENLIST. 
THESE ARE THE TRUE HEROS, NOT MOVIE STARS
OR RICH PEOPLE. 
THE TRUE HEROS ARE THE MEN AND WOMEN
WHO SO SELFISHLY FIGHT FOR OUR FREEDOM. 

MANDY,
GRANDAUGHTER TO JACK AND GARNET MAYHEW

                            Never my soul , still the song..........
                     of wounded hearts , their loved one gone..........
                               of Him who gave His life,.........
                                         for me,.......
                                    that I might live , ............
                                        in Liberty.
John M. Mikluscak       
  March 19th 2007    
           




John and Joanie Mikluscak
Army Proud Parents Of  
Daves Brother In Arms
# 430 Zachary J. Mikluscak
B Company 2nd Battalion
58th Infantry Regement