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Monday, November 11, 2013
By Heather Biance
MYRTLE BEACH, SC (WMBF) - Their reasons for joining the military were all different - some volunteered, others were drafted. On Veterans Day, the country honors their selfless service in times of war.
"I felt proud to be an American. I felt a new kind of strength to be considered a man at 17," says World War II Veteran, Alford Powell.
Others, like Vietnam veteran Carl Crowthers, were drafted. The then-27-year-old went from being a salesman to a medic in eight short weeks of training.
"It was very fulfilling, but on the other hand I saw a lot of casualties and lost some good friends while I was there," says Crowthers.
It's been more than 40 years, but even after all this time, it takes one mention of James' name to bring him back in time.
Crowther's goes on, "He pleaded to me everyday Lieutenant, Lieutenant, I'm going to die, I'm going to die. And I said 'James, I'll get you out of here as soon as I can.' But there was just no replacement. Medics were short at the time. That weighs on me."
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http://www.wmbfnews.com/story/23917291/veterans-from-wwii-to-iraq-reflect-on-their-service
The Unsecret Garden
With no secrets to conceal
A garden will reveal
Each facet of its glory
Every color being seen
Among the requisite green
Describes a detail of the story
Having nothing to hide
As her mood coincides
With the rites of the season
Respectful of the way
Her colors fade to gray
Not questioning the reasons
What seems to be conclusions
Is just shedding past illusions
Of scenes she left untold
The palettes of her history
Reflect no shades of mystery
So to not entrench her soul
No decisions must she make
To be real or to be fake
Cannot hide from her true color
While accepting without doubt
The new life that will sprout
The plan of nature's mother
To embrace the coming sequel
Which may or may not equal
The heritage of its past
With faith but not with envy
Her calm awaits the frenzy
When the time is right at last
Giving no excuses
Nor blaming past abuses
When her lushness is no longer
Assuring to return
With new lessons she will learn
To make her message stronger
She paints another chapter
While telling of its rapture
Makes no secret of its glory
This garden tells a story.
Author: Michele Crabtree
April 24, 2013
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