i salute all the freedom fighters who have made this country free itself from the yoke of the british rule;all those who have helped the country to justify its freedom.
i salute my country, its citizen who laid down their lives for the freedom of this country. I salute the people who have made this country proud by achieving g
I salute the people who work so hard to keep things going. That includes teachers, parents, soldiers, government workers (yes, I wrote that), tradesmen, public safety officers…the list can go on and on.
salute I say to the man who is waiting for me by the cafe. I don’t know what we’re celebrating, but he offers me a drink and we drink a toast to each other. It’s kinda nice but also kinda formal. I thought we’d be less stilted by now.
As the medal was pinned to my uniform, I saluted the general. Well, that’s what he thought. But that salute was really to my fallen comrades. “God bless you all,” I muttered under my breath.
He remembered the way she would wear her dad’s old army cap, tilted to the side, the faded green accenting the forest color of her eyes. He held it tenderly in his hands as he made his way up the church isle. He would not look into the coffin, for fear of bursting into tears in front of the entire congregation. Instead Jack pulled the worn out old hat onto his own head in just her way – a salute to her.
she lifted her arm in a childish version of a salute. i saw the hesitation in her eyes. she seemed afraid. not what, i’m not sure. i could see her mother behind her urging her on. be a good little soldier, girl.
we salute them goodbye, but to what kind of life?
tell them hello when they hit the floor at our feet
buried in a coffin two years ago they didn’t need,
how about we all call it quits
and in that case no one loses or wins
He waited until the parade of sharply dressed business men passed out of view before he raised his hand and gave a crisp salute in their direction. He smirked as he counted the change they had placed in his cup.
Hail to the cheif. Always soemthing proper. Perhaps we shouldn’t be so worried about saluteing the right people at the proper time and forcus on the good those people are supost to represent… unless ur hitler.
I salute you, faceless soul who embarked across the ocean to fight for reasons that no one can justify anymore.
You shouldn’t have to be where you are, but regardless, you serve, and you protect me because I can’t muster the courage to do it myself. Thank you.
you could cream your edges, or you could follow the path that you had set out to earlier this morning. i suggest you surrender and salute at the bow. we are all in the trenches and the ditches and the bordered foregrounds.
“Hand salute! Ready, two!” I was winning and I knew it. “Left face, right face, about face, right face.” The commands came streaming out of his mouth, and I was the only one focused enough to complete each in sequence no matter how fast they came in the game of knockout drill.
it’s a sign of respect.
from one of honor to another.
a tribute.
a look back.
with a smile.
it’s an anthem.
a bonding sign.
and you didn’t even look
twice.
this makes me think of the army and our country. people risking their lives. people who have lots of respect and give lots of respect. i see an image of a boy saluting his mother, getting on a plane, and dying in war.
She saluted him as he quietly walked away. There was nothing she could do but watch as her dog quickly panted after him. He had won the battle of the puppy.
the depth of white caps were blinding in the sun, row upon row of 45 degree angles, both intimidating and beautiful. the want to be one and the fear of what it would mean.
I see them on the news and in the paper
photos just like those from world war II
different faces, places, names
the nightmare just the same.
We can never learn,
Never step into the same river twice
but experience each moment anew
and watch the righteousness and
the mindlessness continue.
STANDING, HAND OVER EYES, AS IF TO GUARD FROM THE SUN. IN REALITY, THE RESPECTFUL MOTION IS A NOD TO SUPERIORITY, AN UNDERSTANDING THAT WHAT IS IS AND WHAT ONCE WAS WAS AND THAT IT ALWAYS WILL BE.
I wrote about salute yesterday. What sort of a cruel trick is this, to make me write about it again. I find myself wishing I could tie in OCHRE with salute, though I don’t exactly know how effective that would be. Ochre salute. THey both have an “E” other than that… I’ve got nothing – pah! on Salute!
I salute those in my past as if they will impact me into my future. I feel strongly for everyone who has the ability to shape a person with a single meeting. For good or bad, you have made me who I am today so thanks for that. Even if I never warmed up to you, thanks for creating me. I enjoy who I am.
“Salute? You’ve got to be kidding me. I have to salute you? Why? Can I give you a one finger salute? There. How’s that?” the newly inducted Marine said to his drill instructor.
I saluted the army offical as we rode past him, as I had always been instructed to do. But I wasn’t sure what it meant, to be honest. The rule of military on my island made it hard to understand things, and more often then not – it was a simple matter of doing it rather then understanding why.
He looked at me as he passed. I was thankful for the hand that covered the right corner of my eyebrow. It granted me the right to see in the beating sun.
He looked at me, and I saw the corners of his mouth move. Like… a smile.
A smile.
I stood straighter, and I forced myself not to smile; I was his, I thought, and I ordered my arms.
They salute the flag and train themselves, hone their skills to protect their country. Time goes on and things slowly change, so much that they can’t even find their country anymore. They’re told to train harder, to give more, because their best is not good enough. Time has changed the face of their nation, twelve short years will change what they knew forever. They will not salute their flag any longer, but their fuhrer. They will not hail Germany, but Hitler.
I salute you. Hitler was saluted but it was forced and fearful. Shocking images of crowds saluting. Slavery and sheepish, sheep like, crowds, mind, brain washing, Freud’s nephew believed he could control crowds – undermines humanity. But it seems to be fading.
The one-fingered salute, her older brother called it. Yeah, she was a badass and was going to flip off the next person who got in her way. “Susan Mapleton, where are you going?” Mr. Richardson’s peevish voice cut through her reverie. “Out. It’s time for some lunch.” Susan flipped him the bird, turned her back, and sauntered out of the school.
“Don’t die,” he said, struggling to keep his glare at her from his sprawled position over the floor. Blood pooled around him as a professional healer knelt next to him with his hands glowing green.
She couldn’t help but smile ruefully. “I could say the same to you.”
“This isn’t funny! Don’t die!” He looked at her directly in the eyes. “It’s an order!”
She was silent. Then, flipping a mock salute, she disappeared into the doorway without answering the frantic calls behind her.
I raised my hand to my forehead in acknowledgement of the order. If we were to win, I would have to abandon all pride if needed and give my full allegiance to Lupus. He knew what he was doing.
The sun was shining brightly in the Hawaiian sky. It was a little piece of paradise. Bright blue water, bright white clouds. The navy men stood together in perfect alignment on the ship and saluted their captain.
there are so many people that make my heart sing, make me feel alright about being alive, make me hate myself a little bit less, love the world a little bit more, artists, musicians, comedians, dogs, I salute you.
For a glimpse the universe is unfolding its whole abundance in my perception, just to close up its secrets in the very next moment. Though this insight burns in my heart like an afterimage of bright light on my retina, slowly vanishing to oblivion.
i salute all the freedom fighters who have made this country free itself from the yoke of the british rule;all those who have helped the country to justify its freedom.
i salute my country, its citizen who laid down their lives for the freedom of this country. I salute the people who have made this country proud by achieving g
I salute the people who work so hard to keep things going. That includes teachers, parents, soldiers, government workers (yes, I wrote that), tradesmen, public safety officers…the list can go on and on.
salute I say to the man who is waiting for me by the cafe. I don’t know what we’re celebrating, but he offers me a drink and we drink a toast to each other. It’s kinda nice but also kinda formal. I thought we’d be less stilted by now.
As the medal was pinned to my uniform, I saluted the general. Well, that’s what he thought. But that salute was really to my fallen comrades. “God bless you all,” I muttered under my breath.
I salute all those who gave of themselves to be of service to us all.
I salute those who do good deeds, whether big or small, they are deeds that should be recognized by all.
He remembered the way she would wear her dad’s old army cap, tilted to the side, the faded green accenting the forest color of her eyes. He held it tenderly in his hands as he made his way up the church isle. He would not look into the coffin, for fear of bursting into tears in front of the entire congregation. Instead Jack pulled the worn out old hat onto his own head in just her way – a salute to her.
she lifted her arm in a childish version of a salute. i saw the hesitation in her eyes. she seemed afraid. not what, i’m not sure. i could see her mother behind her urging her on. be a good little soldier, girl.
we salute them goodbye, but to what kind of life?
tell them hello when they hit the floor at our feet
buried in a coffin two years ago they didn’t need,
how about we all call it quits
and in that case no one loses or wins
He waited until the parade of sharply dressed business men passed out of view before he raised his hand and gave a crisp salute in their direction. He smirked as he counted the change they had placed in his cup.
Hail to the cheif. Always soemthing proper. Perhaps we shouldn’t be so worried about saluteing the right people at the proper time and forcus on the good those people are supost to represent… unless ur hitler.
I salute you, faceless soul who embarked across the ocean to fight for reasons that no one can justify anymore.
You shouldn’t have to be where you are, but regardless, you serve, and you protect me because I can’t muster the courage to do it myself. Thank you.
salute the sun the earth and all around me
salute the dreams dreamt tonight
you could cream your edges, or you could follow the path that you had set out to earlier this morning. i suggest you surrender and salute at the bow. we are all in the trenches and the ditches and the bordered foregrounds.
“Hand salute! Ready, two!” I was winning and I knew it. “Left face, right face, about face, right face.” The commands came streaming out of his mouth, and I was the only one focused enough to complete each in sequence no matter how fast they came in the game of knockout drill.
it’s a sign of respect.
from one of honor to another.
a tribute.
a look back.
with a smile.
it’s an anthem.
a bonding sign.
and you didn’t even look
twice.
this makes me think of the army and our country. people risking their lives. people who have lots of respect and give lots of respect. i see an image of a boy saluting his mother, getting on a plane, and dying in war.
She saluted him as he quietly walked away. There was nothing she could do but watch as her dog quickly panted after him. He had won the battle of the puppy.
the depth of white caps were blinding in the sun, row upon row of 45 degree angles, both intimidating and beautiful. the want to be one and the fear of what it would mean.
I see them on the news and in the paper
photos just like those from world war II
different faces, places, names
the nightmare just the same.
We can never learn,
Never step into the same river twice
but experience each moment anew
and watch the righteousness and
the mindlessness continue.
STANDING, HAND OVER EYES, AS IF TO GUARD FROM THE SUN. IN REALITY, THE RESPECTFUL MOTION IS A NOD TO SUPERIORITY, AN UNDERSTANDING THAT WHAT IS IS AND WHAT ONCE WAS WAS AND THAT IT ALWAYS WILL BE.
“To those about to rock, we salute you!” ~ AC/DC
I wrote about salute yesterday. What sort of a cruel trick is this, to make me write about it again. I find myself wishing I could tie in OCHRE with salute, though I don’t exactly know how effective that would be. Ochre salute. THey both have an “E” other than that… I’ve got nothing – pah! on Salute!
I salute those in my past as if they will impact me into my future. I feel strongly for everyone who has the ability to shape a person with a single meeting. For good or bad, you have made me who I am today so thanks for that. Even if I never warmed up to you, thanks for creating me. I enjoy who I am.
“Salute? You’ve got to be kidding me. I have to salute you? Why? Can I give you a one finger salute? There. How’s that?” the newly inducted Marine said to his drill instructor.
we soldier on, carry on like brave men. saluting my commander, walking into what could be my death all to save the oblivious and fearful.
I saluted the army offical as we rode past him, as I had always been instructed to do. But I wasn’t sure what it meant, to be honest. The rule of military on my island made it hard to understand things, and more often then not – it was a simple matter of doing it rather then understanding why.
He looked at me as he passed. I was thankful for the hand that covered the right corner of my eyebrow. It granted me the right to see in the beating sun.
He looked at me, and I saw the corners of his mouth move. Like… a smile.
A smile.
I stood straighter, and I forced myself not to smile; I was his, I thought, and I ordered my arms.
I salute the dawn as she rises above me, spreading her glorious wings and giving the new day its flight.
They salute the flag and train themselves, hone their skills to protect their country. Time goes on and things slowly change, so much that they can’t even find their country anymore. They’re told to train harder, to give more, because their best is not good enough. Time has changed the face of their nation, twelve short years will change what they knew forever. They will not salute their flag any longer, but their fuhrer. They will not hail Germany, but Hitler.
I salute you. Hitler was saluted but it was forced and fearful. Shocking images of crowds saluting. Slavery and sheepish, sheep like, crowds, mind, brain washing, Freud’s nephew believed he could control crowds – undermines humanity. But it seems to be fading.
The one-fingered salute, her older brother called it. Yeah, she was a badass and was going to flip off the next person who got in her way. “Susan Mapleton, where are you going?” Mr. Richardson’s peevish voice cut through her reverie. “Out. It’s time for some lunch.” Susan flipped him the bird, turned her back, and sauntered out of the school.
“Don’t die,” he said, struggling to keep his glare at her from his sprawled position over the floor. Blood pooled around him as a professional healer knelt next to him with his hands glowing green.
She couldn’t help but smile ruefully. “I could say the same to you.”
“This isn’t funny! Don’t die!” He looked at her directly in the eyes. “It’s an order!”
She was silent. Then, flipping a mock salute, she disappeared into the doorway without answering the frantic calls behind her.
I raised my hand to my forehead in acknowledgement of the order. If we were to win, I would have to abandon all pride if needed and give my full allegiance to Lupus. He knew what he was doing.
The sun was shining brightly in the Hawaiian sky. It was a little piece of paradise. Bright blue water, bright white clouds. The navy men stood together in perfect alignment on the ship and saluted their captain.
there are so many people that make my heart sing, make me feel alright about being alive, make me hate myself a little bit less, love the world a little bit more, artists, musicians, comedians, dogs, I salute you.
For a glimpse the universe is unfolding its whole abundance in my perception, just to close up its secrets in the very next moment. Though this insight burns in my heart like an afterimage of bright light on my retina, slowly vanishing to oblivion.
The wind will continue to wind. For that, I salute.
i salute you all. thank you. thank you everyone. the highest courtey from my hand to you. what will i do next? i stare into the distance.