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Friday, May 04, 2007

Vimy Ridge - Opening Battle of the Arras



Most Americans have never heard of Vimy Ridge. Nor would they be expected too. Vimy Ridge was one of the largest battles in WWI. Just a hill, though it was held by the Germans. And no one ever expected to have taken it away from them . . . So many times it was tried and so many times it was met with failure. The French had lost 150,000 men in their attempts to take that ridge.

Finally, it was decided to give the Canadians at shot at the hill . . . And they trained behind the front on a hill similar to Vimy, four divisions, each with their own mission.

A week before the attack the Canadian troops, gave them hell by shelling their gun emplacements on the other side of the ridge. They issued the largest artillery barrage ever at that point. Over one million shells were fired on guns and troop trenches, with the help of observation balloons. And most of the guns destroyed. Canadian troops attacked . . . 100,000 men were to take the hill and hold it. And they did, with minimal losses.

Vimy Ridge Memorial

Dan Hanosh
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Thursday, May 03, 2007

The Unknown Soldiers - Remember the brave few









In a field somewhere anywhere a worker works, digging up the fallen soldiers. It could be from any war, in any country, from any time. And still soldiers fall . . .



From the battle of Thermopylae where the remains of the 300 have been uncovered . . .





Or Germany where this story comes from, the second World War and the bodies are mostly German soldiers, never recovered.



A man Erwin Kowalke once dug a complete plane out of a swamp, pilot still at the controls. *



”The dead deserve a bit of honor.”



Gets you to thinking . . . Dog tags, remains, what’s in those caskets? Flag draped and unreported, unacknowledged, no heroes welcome for the fallen . . . Not by this President . . . And maybe not by any?



Have you been to Arlington National Cemetary?



You should see the changing of the guard in front of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and feel the honor. Those that guard the tomb, would gladly die fighting for them. Honor is alive in America . . .




Dan Hanosh

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* Taken from latimes.com, Search for the fallen in a now-quiet forest, by Jeffery Fleishman



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Monday, April 30, 2007

The Civil War Truth . . . The Brave Few April 30 2007





Ever wanted to feel the feelings during the fighting of the American Civil War, through the eyes of the soldier?

Civil War Poetry fills in so many pieces. Pieces that history never thought to be important . . . Things like, what it must have been like. Stories of fear, pain, sorrow the feelings closest to the battle field. In the words of poets like Stephen Crane, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Oliver Wendell Homes, Jr., Herman Melville, Henry Thoreau, Walt Whitman and many others.

Words written when it occurred, at the moment, the brave few picked up a pen and wrote a poem giving us glimpse into what it was like . . . To live, to fight, to die a soldier’s death.

Confederate Poetry:

The Jacket of Gray . . . By Caroline Augusta Ball 

Fold it up carefully, lay it aside;

Tenderly touch it, look on it with pride;

For dear to our hearts must it be evermore,

The jacket of gray our loved soldier-boy wore…



The Little Drummer Boy . . . By Fanny Falks

At the Prison Hospital, St. Louis

“Looking wishfully as if there was something still on his mind he said:

‘My Mother was a good woman, too. She would treat a poor sick

 prisoner

kindly, and if she were with your son she would kiss him.’”…

Confederate Civil War Poetry



Union Poetry:

O Captain! My Captain! . . . Walt Whitman

O Captain! my Captain! out fearful trip is done,

The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all Exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead…



Killed At The Ford . . . By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

He is dead, the beautiful youth,

The heart of honor, the tongue of truth,

He, the life and light of us all,

Whose voice was blithe as a bugle-call,

Whom all eyes followed with one consent,

The cheer of whose laugh, and whose pleasant word,

Hushed all murmurs of discontent…



Union Civil War Poetry



Dan Hanosh

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