From Lexington to Babylon

     I have published this before. But, it is one that I am really proud to have written. It is a battle history of the United States in  poetic form. All through our relatively short existence, we have had to send our young heroes to war, so we (and other’s) could enjoy the benefits of  freedom. And it all began in Lexington, Massachusetts on April 19,1775. And unfortunately, continues to this day.

     So on this Memorial Day weekend let’s take just a minute to remember all of those who fought (and are still fighting) to keep us free. Around the world people want freedom, but don’t have the means to obtain it. Look at those who are oppressed by tyrants, and think that, “there but for the grace of God go we”. God has, blessed America, He has given us generations of young men and women willing to sacrifice everything for the rights granted us by the “Founding Fathers”. 

     Enjoy your Memorial Day,



“From Lexington to Babylon”


They, were there at Lexington,

and down the road, at Concord too.

They were there, at Yorktown,

with the battle finally through.


They were there, at Fort McHenry,

where, the spangled banner flew.

And again at New Orleans,

as part of Jackson’s crew.


They were there, at Vera Cruz,

with Taylor, and with pride

and Texas is a state today,

because, they would not be denied.


They, were there at Gettysburg,

lining both the sides,

falling, in great numbers,

where some say, they still reside.


They were there, at San Juan Hill,

dying with every stride,

volunteering, all they had,

themselves, they had supplied.


Then came the war, to end all wars,

and again, they heard the call.

When in the trenches, with the gas,

they gave once more, their all.


Then for a score, they rested,

for their greatest moment yet.

That Sunday in December,

impossible, to forget.


They heard the bugle’s call, again,

in every corner of the land.

The nation, undivided,

united, they would stand.


 They were there, at Normandy,

at Anzio and the Rhine.

Heeding freedom’s beckon,

still yet, another time.


They, were there at Iwo Jima,

Bataan, and Corregidor,

at Guadalcanal and Midway,

many lost, forever more.


They were there, at Chosin reservoir,

and, they were there at In’Chon too.

With McArthur wanting, to go on,

but, Truman said, ‘you’re through’.


They were there, at Khe Sanh,

they were there, in old Saigon,

with choppers, flying off the roof,

still, the brave fought on.


And still, they’re here with us today,

as they were in Panama.

Now, in Afghanistan and Babylon,

they follow, their own star.


Yes, they have always answered,

when freedom, made demands.

Their hearts and minds, would follow,

our gratitude, that must command.


On their guard for America,

so, freedom would not fall,

and, though they cannot witness,

I salute them, one and all.


 Jack Downing

July 2009

 Memorial Day Monday;

“Thanks to Those Who Served”       


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Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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