soldier. drum major salutes before a competition. is your band ready? powerful. rehearsal. w for wando! i have waited so long for this, and now we’re about to blow their socks off. this will be sick.
A salute is a strange thing, showing honor and respect, and is drilled into our heads from the moment we first view popular culture. A salute though, is one of the highest shows of honor you can show someone.
salutatorian; graduation; college; drink, party, passout; wake up, go to class; graduate; real life, get a job; meet that special someone; have kids; grow old; death; salutations.
salute is what you do to a person of higher rank it is a symbol of pride for a military person. it is somthing to show respect to somthing anything or that you understand.
when i hear this word i think of the army and saluting your higher ups. you’re standing in a line with all these other people but you have to salute to one person. what if you don’t respect them? what if you don’t even like them but you have to salute? i mean it is a sign of respect but you won’t respect everyone you meet.
I see a man, he holds his head up high, towards the sky, Hand above a wave of respect. his eyes straightforward, filled with pride. The sky’s rain down in rays of sun to the man who salutes his fellow man
you salute to flags and to the army. I really wanted to salute to the army, but didn’t want to attract attention to myself. They so deserve the respect and admiration, but I couldn’t bring my hand up to my forehead and just salute.
the sharp soldier stood, shoulders squared, and saluted a flag that reminded him of the parade that marched down second street at the beginning of every summer. thats what made him do it.
I salute you, Death, because without you we would be stuck here for an eternity. I don’t think anything in my life has been more certain than knowing I will eventually die.
I salute you all who have given your life to protect us. Thank you. Also salute to your familys as they could have no greater pain than at this moment.
“Attention!” the captain shouted.
The lines of men turned, clicked their heels together, and crossed their hands across their forehead in a salute.
“Permission to speak, sir?” Pip asked the captain. “I want to address them personally.”
the man saluted the crowd, with words on his lips but lacking the feeling in his heart required to truly put forth the speech, pursed on his tired lips.
the man saluted the crowd, with words on his lips but lacking the feeling in his heart required to truly put forth the speech, pursed on his tired lips.
comrad to comrad, we salute so acknowledge, a sign of respect, a way of showing that we are in this together. we’ve picked a side. lets stick to it together.
Prove your love to me, show me I’m worth it. Love me for as I am, and raise our flag as one together to salute our ever growing love and happiness together. I love you and wish to be with you for the rest of my life. Let us be as one and never part. I salute you, oh love of mine.
One time, I saw a gay man dressed in a uniform. In fact, there were several of them and they were all singing; Something about the Navy and YMCA to be exact. It was great.
I was 5. Everyone else was doing it, and I saw my father do it every morning to a man he worked for named Hitler. Little did I now that this man would kill millions of innocent people over nothing but a religion he didn’t believe in.
The trio looked at each other, stepping forward anxiously before Sam took a step back. Both turned to face her.
“Guys, this could be bad.”
“It already was bad. It’s just going to get worse.”
They all gave a one armed salute and marched forward.
“Oh, we’re off to see the demon lord trying to light us on fire…” Aly chimed, linking her arm with Sam and Chase.
“The wonderful demon of Oz…” Chase finished with a lopsided grin.
He saluted the grave. It seemed a silly thing to do after all these years, but he did every year on the anniversary of his friend’s death. He had been John’s colonel, best friend, and schoolmate once upon a time, and he had died in WWI, and John would salute him until the day he laid in the grave next to him.
I love you. I loved you as you said hello. I loved you as you kissed me. I loved you as you teased me. I loved you as you walked away. I loved you as you saluted the captain. And I loved you as you died in warfare. And I still love you today, as I stand upon your grave. I always will love you. I look at your picture every day, and I am reminded with a pang that you are gone from the world. But then I conjure you up from my heart and lie down on our bed and I breathe with you. And we kiss. And I feel so much better. Because I always carry you inside me. Always. Literally, too. I keep a bit of your ashes in my locket. The part that I secretly thought was your delicate, warm lips.
Sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep. And then, when he woke up, his fingers would automatically snap to his forehead and he would salute his superiors even if they weren’t there. Even if they were there. Even if it had been 20 years.
salute the people who are truly themselves, regardless of who everyone else is. they believe in themselves and in turn, they are believed in. they deserve great respect because they respect themselves.
The men stood tall, proud of their occupation. The admiral walked by, his medals and stripes sitting prominently on his chest, inspecting the fresh faces of the new troops. Too young, he thought. He stared at the men and then loudly proclaimed, “Men, I salute you!”
As the soldier stares at the man before him he wonders about what respect he could possibly deserve, the commander before him demands nothing but his blood sweat and tears, how could such a main gain respect while giving nothing in return. “No, I will not salute you.” The soldier stares up at his commander, the trickle of fear running down his spine as he knows his impending punishment.
A lash across the face is all he recieves, blood trickling down his befouled cheek as the commander before him smiles dangerously. You
As the soldier stares at the man before him he wonders about what respect he could possibly deserve, the commander before him demands nothing but his blood sweat and tears, how could such a main gain respect while giving nothing in return. No, I will not sal
just salute me and be on your way, im fed up with you. tired of it all. just please, leave me alone, forever. ill miss you but i can deal with it. you wont know. it will be better than this.
I didn’t want to salute. I wanted to go back home, curl up in a ball, and cry my eyes out. But that’s a weakness. I am a soldier. I am not weak. So, I saluted. I was saying goodbye to everything and everyone I had ever known.
soldier. drum major salutes before a competition. is your band ready? powerful. rehearsal. w for wando! i have waited so long for this, and now we’re about to blow their socks off. this will be sick.
An honor being shown by the hand to show that you apperciate something from the heart. Most shown by a fl or country.
A salute is a strange thing, showing honor and respect, and is drilled into our heads from the moment we first view popular culture. A salute though, is one of the highest shows of honor you can show someone.
salutatorian; graduation; college; drink, party, passout; wake up, go to class; graduate; real life, get a job; meet that special someone; have kids; grow old; death; salutations.
salute is what you do to a person of higher rank it is a symbol of pride for a military person. it is somthing to show respect to somthing anything or that you understand.
when i hear this word i think of the army and saluting your higher ups. you’re standing in a line with all these other people but you have to salute to one person. what if you don’t respect them? what if you don’t even like them but you have to salute? i mean it is a sign of respect but you won’t respect everyone you meet.
I see a man, he holds his head up high, towards the sky, Hand above a wave of respect. his eyes straightforward, filled with pride. The sky’s rain down in rays of sun to the man who salutes his fellow man
you salute to flags and to the army. I really wanted to salute to the army, but didn’t want to attract attention to myself. They so deserve the respect and admiration, but I couldn’t bring my hand up to my forehead and just salute.
i was afraid of what it would be like,
to leave him.
to have to creak open my lips,
and attempt to form the words
goodbye.
but before i could wave,
raise my hand in salute,
or utter a word,
he left me.
lost and lonely
beneath the streetlight.
some things never change.
the sharp soldier stood, shoulders squared, and saluted a flag that reminded him of the parade that marched down second street at the beginning of every summer. thats what made him do it.
I salute you all. I salute the soldiers who don’t come home from war. I salute their familys in their time of desperate need.
I salute you, Death, because without you we would be stuck here for an eternity. I don’t think anything in my life has been more certain than knowing I will eventually die.
I salute you all who have given your life to protect us. Thank you. Also salute to your familys as they could have no greater pain than at this moment.
This is a way to acknowledge something you honor or find important. It is a sign of respect and admiration. We do not use it enough in our society.
A salute top the stars of stage and screen fills the airwaves with canned laughter to lift your mood and tickle your family’s funnybone. Tune in!
“Attention!” the captain shouted.
The lines of men turned, clicked their heels together, and crossed their hands across their forehead in a salute.
“Permission to speak, sir?” Pip asked the captain. “I want to address them personally.”
the man saluted the crowd, with words on his lips but lacking the feeling in his heart required to truly put forth the speech, pursed on his tired lips.
the man saluted the crowd, with words on his lips but lacking the feeling in his heart required to truly put forth the speech, pursed on his tired lips.
salute your soul.
praise the sun.
lay in the grass.
drift.
Salute… Salute to the friends that left you behind. Salute to the memories they left as well, footprints in the sand. Salute farewell, and march on.
A salutation of disregard, he turns away and spits. Where could he go now, with his family out of the picture?
SOLIDER FOR ME HEEHAW FOR HUBBY.
comrad to comrad, we salute so acknowledge, a sign of respect, a way of showing that we are in this together. we’ve picked a side. lets stick to it together.
The cattails tht stand erectly by the pond stop their swaying, frozen in a momentary salute.
Prove your love to me, show me I’m worth it. Love me for as I am, and raise our flag as one together to salute our ever growing love and happiness together. I love you and wish to be with you for the rest of my life. Let us be as one and never part. I salute you, oh love of mine.
One time, I saw a gay man dressed in a uniform. In fact, there were several of them and they were all singing; Something about the Navy and YMCA to be exact. It was great.
I was 5. Everyone else was doing it, and I saw my father do it every morning to a man he worked for named Hitler. Little did I now that this man would kill millions of innocent people over nothing but a religion he didn’t believe in.
The trio looked at each other, stepping forward anxiously before Sam took a step back. Both turned to face her.
“Guys, this could be bad.”
“It already was bad. It’s just going to get worse.”
They all gave a one armed salute and marched forward.
“Oh, we’re off to see the demon lord trying to light us on fire…” Aly chimed, linking her arm with Sam and Chase.
“The wonderful demon of Oz…” Chase finished with a lopsided grin.
WHEN YOU ACKNOWLEDGE SOMEONE IN A WAY THAT IS NOT NECESSARILY VERBAL. hAND TO FOREHEAD
He saluted the grave. It seemed a silly thing to do after all these years, but he did every year on the anniversary of his friend’s death. He had been John’s colonel, best friend, and schoolmate once upon a time, and he had died in WWI, and John would salute him until the day he laid in the grave next to him.
I love you. I loved you as you said hello. I loved you as you kissed me. I loved you as you teased me. I loved you as you walked away. I loved you as you saluted the captain. And I loved you as you died in warfare. And I still love you today, as I stand upon your grave. I always will love you. I look at your picture every day, and I am reminded with a pang that you are gone from the world. But then I conjure you up from my heart and lie down on our bed and I breathe with you. And we kiss. And I feel so much better. Because I always carry you inside me. Always. Literally, too. I keep a bit of your ashes in my locket. The part that I secretly thought was your delicate, warm lips.
Sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep. And then, when he woke up, his fingers would automatically snap to his forehead and he would salute his superiors even if they weren’t there. Even if they were there. Even if it had been 20 years.
salute the people who are truly themselves, regardless of who everyone else is. they believe in themselves and in turn, they are believed in. they deserve great respect because they respect themselves.
The men stood tall, proud of their occupation. The admiral walked by, his medals and stripes sitting prominently on his chest, inspecting the fresh faces of the new troops. Too young, he thought. He stared at the men and then loudly proclaimed, “Men, I salute you!”
I think of hitler when i think of salute. authority, position, even if it isn’t earned or respected.
As the soldier stares at the man before him he wonders about what respect he could possibly deserve, the commander before him demands nothing but his blood sweat and tears, how could such a main gain respect while giving nothing in return. “No, I will not salute you.” The soldier stares up at his commander, the trickle of fear running down his spine as he knows his impending punishment.
A lash across the face is all he recieves, blood trickling down his befouled cheek as the commander before him smiles dangerously. You
As the soldier stares at the man before him he wonders about what respect he could possibly deserve, the commander before him demands nothing but his blood sweat and tears, how could such a main gain respect while giving nothing in return. No, I will not sal
just salute me and be on your way, im fed up with you. tired of it all. just please, leave me alone, forever. ill miss you but i can deal with it. you wont know. it will be better than this.
I didn’t want to salute. I wanted to go back home, curl up in a ball, and cry my eyes out. But that’s a weakness. I am a soldier. I am not weak. So, I saluted. I was saying goodbye to everything and everyone I had ever known.
our american troops we salute. Fighting for our country and our freedom. We salute you our friends, our protectors.