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No Use for Donk Twits
Curious regarding how many locales are holding Veterans Day Parades. I'll be attending the parade in La Plata. Where else are there going to be parades and are you attending or marching?
Leonardtown is the biggest in the state, about 3500 in the parade, about 50 watching.
Which pack? Our whole family marched with the Cub Scouts. The only one of us not actually a Scout or a leader is my 4-yo girl, and she had to march with us by default.We are going to the one in Leonardtown. My son is mmarching with cub scouts
That's only because everyone was IN the parade. Shoot, even the county librarians marched en masse.Hate to laugh at that but was true. More than 50 people but the effort they put into setting it up was nice and more should have attended. This was my first parade ever. Taught my 3 year old how to salute with dad whe the colors passed. Thought it was cool that the CO of Pax walked up to me during the parade and shook my hand. I was wearing my Cami Cover.
saw that. They had 4 book carts with letters on one end that spelled R E A D.That's only because everyone was IN the parade. Shoot, even the county librarians marched en masse.
saw that. They had 4 book carts with letters on one end that spelled R E A D.
Curious regarding how many locales are holding Veterans Day Parades. I'll be attending the parade in La Plata. Where else are there going to be parades and are you attending or marching?
To all whom have served their country; Thankyou.
The Sheepdogs
Most humans truly are like sheep
Wanting nothing more than peace to keep
To graze, grow fat and raise their young,
Sweet taste of clover on the tongue.
Their lives serene upon Life’s farm,
They sense no threat nor fear no harm.
On verdant meadows, they forage free
With naught to fear, with naught to flee.
They pay their sheepdogs little heed
For there is no threat; there is no need.
To the flock, sheepdog’s are mysteries,
Roaming watchful round the peripheries.
These fang-toothed creatures bark, they roar
With the fetid reek of the carnivore,
Too like the wolf of legends told,
To be amongst our docile fold.
Who needs sheepdogs? What good are they?
They have no use, not in this day.
Lock them away, out of our sight
We have no need of their fierce might.
But sudden in their midst a beast
Has come to kill, has come to feast
The wolves attack; they give no warning
Upon that calm September morning
They slash and kill with frenzied glee
Their passive helpless enemy
Who had no clue the wolves were there
Far roaming from their Eastern lair.
Then from the carnage, from the rout,
Comes the cry, “Turn the sheepdogs out!”
Thus is our nature but too our plight
To keep our dogs on leashes tight
And live a life of illusive bliss
Hearing not the beast, his growl, his hiss.
Until he has us by the throat,
We pay no heed; we take no note.
Not until he strikes us at our core
Will we unleash the Dogs of War
Only having felt the wolf pack’s wrath
Do we loose the sheepdogs on its path.
And the wolves will learn what we’ve shown before;
We love our sheep, we Dogs of War.
Russ Vaughn
2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st Airborne Division
Vietnam 65-66