<![CDATA[The Graffiti of War Project - Blog]]>Mon, 18 Jan 2016 06:01:15 -0800Weebly<![CDATA[An Email To Our Congress...]]>Thu, 30 Apr 2015 00:15:30 GMThttp://www.graffitiofwar.com/blog/an-email-to-our-congressDear The Honorable Congress of these United States of America,

I am not a politician, nor a formally educated person. I am not a rich man, nor could I call myself poor by any means. I am one of the masses, part of the now dwindling American middle class and I am a patriot of these United States having bourn the burden of service in our military and bore witness to the horrors of combat. This is who I am.

Today I spent some time watching a film that I have seen a few times, a film by Steven Spielberg, called Lincoln. For some reason, watching it this, perhaps the tenth time or so, brought up within me a swelling growl at the times I, and my children, now live in. Watching this film and witnessing the power that was the man, Abraham Lincoln, angered me at what we have done with the sacrifices of our forefathers. As one who has seen what war is at its heart, it sickens me to think what we have and continue to waste. The hundreds of thousands of men and women who have bled so we might build a better life, for all. ALL, not some, but ALL.

PictureImage From Encyclopedia Britannica
Paraphrasing a quote by Dr. Benjamin Franklin, it is perfectly fine to insult a man in private, he might even thank you for it. However, if one insults a man in public, he tends to think one is serious. As I am certain I would not garner an audience with each of you individually and to further stress my seriousness, I thought a public insulting might be in order. I truly hope the staffer reading this encourages you to take some time to read this email for at the very least it will provide you with a better understanding of the minds of what might be a majority of your constituency.  

This Nation of ours, the resources we have for the benefit of so few in world comparison, and to hear that the top 400 richest people have more wealth than the bottom half of our country, it sickens me as it should those who have been tasked to serve on our, the PEOPLE of THESE UNITED STATES. But the opposite is true. These men and women, YOU men and women of MY congress are saddled and being ridden, freely of your choice, by these wealthy few. YOU, honorable men and women of OUR Nation’s congress have been bought and now serve those with which their main focus, their determination is the further enrichment of themselves. The enrichment of their SINGULAR, selfish desires for more and more and more again. Shame you have brought to your individual, your body and the great office each of you now hold. Think of who has come before you, the greatness that is each of the offices you hold, the blood that was spilled to create the body you now serve in. Shame in the fact that the resources you have at your disposal, the education you were given is far, FAR greater than that of which those who came before you, yet still you have done near nothing, NOTHING of what they accomplished and in most cases, far less time and under far easier circumstances. Shame, Honorable Senator and Representative, shame. And those of you who claim to be Christian, to pursue nothing but the further enrichment and empowerment of those who have their share, for you know this has no truth in it. Malice toward none, Charity for all. When I hear the words of some of those who wish themselves to be our next President (Paul Ryan) say that his primary reason for entering politics was the writings of Ayn Rand, it appalls me that we have given such power to such mindless and incapable individuals. (See Ryan's quotes here courtesy of The Young Turks.)

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This fault lies not entirely in your hands for we as a people have allowed men and women of such depravity enter these hallowed halls to represent us. I take on this blame with full knowledge and allowance as only a true and patriotic citizen should. For I have cast ballots for some of you, for President even and twice for this administration who is certainly not without blame or shame. Each of us should feel discontent and disappointment at what you all lack as a body and what each of you lack as an individual, selfless service to those who you represent, the PEOPLE not the corporation. The mass of your constituency, not the richest among us. For a man said, it is the least of you that will inherit the kingdom of God and whether you think Him man or God, his teachings not only inspired billions for millennia but the very founders in whose steps you now should be following. _

I challenge every one of you in the Senate and House of Representatives to truly take account of yourselves and reach back into history at the office and desk you now occupy. Who has come before you and what have they accomplished with much less and for much MUCH more than merely to get re-elected or fill some coffers and pockets. Our Nation deserves more than what you as a body have done. The richest among us have their spokesperson, it is the money that lies within their bank accounts. You, Senator, are here for the masses within your districts, those that cannot speak and be heard, that is your responsibility. I dare each of you to fulfill the promises of the oaths every last one of you have taken to hold your office. I can look back with pride on fulfilling my oath of enlistment, can you?

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Therefore, it is with heavy heart that I watch this proud Nation travel down the road further serving corporations more than people, further serving those who have servants than those that are. You have the power to represent the masses that are these United States, to be one that history and this Nation will not forget. Each of you has it within you to be a voice and man or woman that truly bears the honor, faith and duty of your great office. The question is, will you or will you simply be or become just another politician that serves themselves over all.

With Due Respect To Your Office,

Jaeson "Doc" Parsons

As a post-script, watch Lincoln again and see what may lay within you as you hear Daniel Day-Lewis recite some of his speeches or at the very least, watch ten minutes starting at 1:44:20, the magnificence that I am sure Lincoln himself had is inspiring and you can blame that scene for this email as well as myself. In addition, a review of the HBO series, John Adams, could provide another inspiration. These men, most younger than many of the present Congress, achieved much with the full might of the British Empire looming over them to include certain execution for their service to our new nation. These present some food for thought and if nothing else, provide an insight to the lives of those who have come before you. 
<![CDATA[The Forgotten Patriots]]>Sun, 25 May 2014 20:59:49 GMThttp://www.graffitiofwar.com/blog/the-forgotten-patriotsCelebrating the Heroes of the Cold War Picture
Each Memorial Day, called that since 1971 when it began a federally recognized holiday and was changed from Decoration Day. Since then, Americans have been sleeping in late or heading out to the stores early to catch the sales advertised for weeks on TV and all over newspapers. For many of us, though, this day means more than barbecue pits, 60%-off sales or a day without work. It is a day to remember the sacrifices of others over the years in the dozen or so wars our nation has fought. For civilians it is a time to give thanks to those who donned the uniform so they wouldn’t have to. For veterans, it is a time of reflection on the courage of their brothers and sisters who gave all so we could survive and have the honor of this reflection. 

However, there is another fallen hero that has not only been forgotten but long overlooked. Their sacrifice and existence denied by the very nation they gave their life for, not because of ingratitude but the very nature of their devotion required it. So, I thought I would write this in honor of them, the forgotten patriot, the cold-war spy.

After WWII two superpowers emerged that could not have been more different, the US and USSR. For the decades between 1945 and well into the 1990’s (and some might say continue to this very day), the men and women of each nation’s three letter acronyms silently (and sometimes not-so-silently) fought throughout the world, each one trying to undermine the other and infiltrate to destroy. Each side had their defectors and some of these defections cost the lives of untold hundreds as the USSR executed those working for the west. 

These men and women, who grew up in the shadow of the hammer and sickle, took their life (and many times the life of their families) in their hands and became inside agents for the United States, secretly reporting on intelligence they bravely uncovered while living in the midst of their fraternal enemy. Some, no doubt, did it for money, but more often than not, many of these courageous patriots only motivation was their realization of the horrors of their own country’s leadership and the destruction it would reap on the world if it ever wrested total control. 

So on this Memorial Day, when you fire up that barbecue pit and slap on the hotdogs and hamburgers, take some time to remember those who never got to enjoy the freedoms they gave their life for as they grew up in Soviet Russia or Communist-Controlled Eastern Europe or East Germany and their hope of one day living the freedoms we take for granted was erased as they were led away to their executions in the cold winters of Moscow. Below is a partial list of those who were executed because they helped our nation defeat what many living during the Cold War thought undefeatable, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.

Adolf Tolkachev – Executed in 1986

Sergey Motorin – Executed in 1987

Valery Martynov – Executed in 1987
Dmitri Polyakov – Executed in 1988

Leonid Poleschuk – Executed

Vladimir Vasilyev – Executed in 1987

-On Behalf of a Grateful Nation, We Salute You, Our Forgotten Patriots-

<![CDATA[Mother's Day Rebirth and Memoirs]]>Sun, 11 May 2014 22:47:43 GMThttp://www.graffitiofwar.com/blog/mothers-day-rebirth-and-memoirsPicture
It has been over a year since we have updated our blog and I must apologize to our supporters for my disappearance. It has been a tough couple of years for this project and specifically for me personally. That being said, our team is recommitted, I am recommitted to this project, this cause. 

Over the next few weeks we will be updating the website and restarting this blog. A rebirth of sorts. And being a rebirth, I find it fitting that it happens on Mother's Day.

With that in mind, we have included an article from a blog written by a new friend of the project whom we met during the West Point event in March, LTC Peter Molin. We will be featuring his writing from time to time on our blog and we encourage all of our fans and supporters to check out his work at http://acolytesofwar.com

Happy Mother’s Day War Literature

PictureMy mother, Ann Castle Boswell
To the Moms, the Whole Love
~Peter Molin

Moms come up quite a bit in writings about the war, I’ve discovered.  Not surprisingly, authors are sensitive to how military service touches those whose children do the fighting.  For example, here’s how Benjamin Busch in Dust to Dust describes his mother’s reaction to the announcement that he has joined the Marine Corps:

My mother took a deep breath, her hands clamped to the edge of the table as if she were watching an accident happen in the street.  Her father had been a Marine, had gone to war and almost not come back.”

How to describe a mother’s anxiety about her child’s deployment? Kaboom author Matt Gallagher’s mom, Deborah Scott Gallagher, writes:

“’I will be stalwart,’ I had said to myself on the drive home from the airport the morning I said goodbye to him. “I will be steadfast. I will read and listen to the reputable war reporters, and I will write my senators and congressmen, but I will not lose faith in my country. I will concentrate on sustaining my son rather than myself, and I will not confuse self-pity with legitimate worry and concern over him and his men. I will be proud, justifiably proud, but I will not be vainglorious! And I will never, never, never let him know how frightened I am for him.’

But, within moments of returning home, I had broken all but one of these promises to myself. I was doing laundry and, as I measured detergent into the washer, the Christmas carol CD I was playing turned to Kate Smith’s magnificent contralto, singing, ‘I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.’

“‘And in despair, I bowed my head,’ she sang. ‘There is no peace on earth, I said. For hate is strong and mocks the song of peace on earth, good will to men.’

And, at that moment, for only the third time in my adult life, I began to sob — not cry, not weep — but sob uncontrollably, sitting on the floor of my laundry room, surrounded by sorted piles of bed linens and dirty clothes.”

And if the child comes back wounded?  Siobhan Fallon, author of You Know When the Men Are Gone, describes a trip to Walter Reed to meet injured soldiers and their families:

“And there were mothers. Unlike the military members and their spouses, who somehow all seemed in great and hopeful spirits, the mothers looked stunned. They seemed to be trying to grip their emotions tightly, but their faces hid nothing. Their faces said: ‘Why did this happen to my beautiful boy?’”

And how does a veteran describe his mother, a lover of language and books and authors and ideas, as he watches her fade late in life?  Benjamin Busch again:

“She had been a librarian.  All of the books and conversations about the importance of written words swelling inside her head like a star undergoing gravitational collapse into a black mass, its light still traveling out into space but its fires already burned out.  Nothing left but ash.”  Then he recounts her last words: “‘Oh my baby boy.’”

So much hurt.  So much damage.  So many memories.  So much love.

Posted May 11, 2013 by Peter Molin
Visit, www.acolytesofwar.com, for more of Peter Molin's work or email him at petercastlemolin@gmail.com. 

Benjamin Busch, Dust to Dust:  A Memoir (2012).
Matt Gallagher, Kaboom:  Embracing the Suck in a Dirty Little War (2010)
Deborah Scott Gallagher, In a Hymn, Words of Courage,  New York Times, December 23, 2011.
Siobhan Fallon, You Know When the Men Are Gone (2011).
Siobhan Fallon, A Visit to Walter Reed, March 29, 2012.

<![CDATA[The Graffiti of War & Americans for the Arts]]>Wed, 24 Apr 2013 19:21:36 GMThttp://www.graffitiofwar.com/blog/the-graffiti-of-war-americans-for-the-artsConflict Art: Bridging the Cultural Divide Between Civilian and Warfighter Picture
The cultural chasm separating the civilian and the warfighter has never been wider. Most of the conflicts in 20th Century American history have relied on conscription, better known as the draft, to fill the ranks of our armed forces. The Global War on Terror of the 21st Century has been and continues to be fought by an all-volunteer force and because of this, the gap continues to grow as more and more professional soldiers shoulder the weight of a decade of conflict. 

Image Courtesy of Zoriah Miller
The typical soldier joins the military right out of high school, most have never lived outside of the town they grew up in and even fewer have visited another country. These men and women are just out of childhood when they join the military and many of them have fired a weapon in combat multiple times before their first drink in a bar at age 21. The military culture is all they know of adult life and once they are separated from this family of sorts, the civilian world is as alien to them as the sands of Iraq were when their boots first hit the ground. After multiple years in combat, witnessing man’s inhumanity to man, they are forever changed and trying to relate to their generational civilian counterparts is almost mission impossible. This is the divide, the cultural gap that separates those who have witnessed the horrors of combat firsthand and those who have simply watched the events unfold on CNN. We, as a nation, must construct a bridge over this divide to bring together this fractured generation and not let yet another war separate so many of our military heroes from their civilian brothers and sisters. Art, in its many forms, can be that bridge we so desperately need and art is what inspired our project, the Graffiti of War, which aims to bridge the divide and join our nation together like never before.

West Virginia University - Winter 2011
The idea we began with was a simple one: to collect and document the art from across the conflict zones in Kuwait, Iraq and Afghanistan and to showcase these vastly different works of art to the American public. What started as just an idea between friends during our deployment to Ar Ramadi, Iraq in 2006 had evolved into a multinational project with goals surpassing the original aim of creating a simple coffee table book. After the initial months of slowly collecting images from our growing base of veterans and military members, we realized we must travel to Iraq before the proposed withdraw of Coalition Forces in 2012. With the assistance of some experienced and world renowned journalists such as Tim Hetherington, Sebastian Junger (of Restrepo fame) and Zoriah Miller, we were able to secure just under a month in Kuwait and Iraq by the Department of Defense. We were able to capture thousands of images in several different areas including over 100 photos of murals by local Iraqis in Basra, the expedition was a huge success. After returning to the U.S., our team discovered a new avenue in which to raise awareness, one city at a time: art exhibits. Through the fall of 2011 to the spring of 2012, we showcased dozens of the images we captured since the inception of the project to hundreds of people, both civilian and military alike. It was through these exhibits that we truly began bringing the cultures together. Veterans would view the images with their friends and family and begin talking about their experiences as it related to that particular piece of art, it was incredibly inspiring. 

Wolfgang Gallery - Spring 2012
As we prepare for another year of exhibits in 2013, including a fall show at West Point, we continue to strive towards building an ever widening bridge. Art is therapy, whether by creating it or viewing the creation, it transcends barriers and inspires unity. Each show that we do is more satisfying than the last as we connect the civilian with the military veteran and promote a greater understanding of the dedication and sacrifice that these brave men and women have endured on behalf of each citizen of this great nation. Art allows our military and veterans to express the inexpressible, to speak the unspeakable and provides a way for civilians to comprehend the incomprehensible. Arts therapy can change the world we live in and changes the lives of those who defended that world.

Courtesy of The Atlantic Council
We stand at the precipice of a bold new direction in the care for our invisibly wounded warriors and now is the time for each one of us to work collectively and unite the countless organizations out there supporting our warriors and veterans. United we stand but divided we will fall. We must have the courage to join together as one to combat the struggles set before us as we strive towards a new avenue of treatment for those who have bravely sacrificed their lives so others may live peaceably and without fear of harm. This generation of heroes became the 1% so the remaining 99% could carry on with their lives, we owe it for their sacrifice. As George Washington said, “A Nation will be judged by the way it treats its veterans.” How will we be judged?

Always Forward!

Jaeson "Doc" Parsons

<![CDATA[The Edge of the Abyss]]>Fri, 19 Oct 2012 22:58:48 GMThttp://www.graffitiofwar.com/blog/the-edge-of-the-abyssPicture
I haven’t written in what seems like years and I don’t even know if anyone even reads this any longer. My struggle with my inner demons took a turn for the worse a few months ago and only in the last few days have I been able to slow the downward spiral that is the shattered remains of my life. Today I thought it would be appropriate to write an entry to update the true fans of this project and those who have stuck with us since the beginning. That and I will be unavailable for the next few months as I am checking into a 2-phase clinic for PTSD in North Chicago starting on Tuesday. 

This project has and always will be focused on helping the nation and the world better understand the trials and effects that PTSD has on those afflicted with it. My life is a study in itself of these afflictions and what happens when they are not addressed. The art we showcase is a small window into the souls of those who deal with this disorder both prior to, during and after. And though I am not an artist, words have always been my outlet.

For years, those that have surrounded me have desperately tried to assist me in garnering the help I needed to make the changes for a better life and for years I have all but ignored them. The frustration of watching their loved one descend down deeper and deeper into a hole of darkness is
extraordinary and something I will never fully grasp. Slowly but methodically, I alienated those closest to me, pushing them away as I continued my dark journey. I took their love and companionship for granted, believing that I could continue this route as if nothing would happen, as if my relationships were iron-clad and indestructible. I don’t believe that I ever really voiced that or even consciously thought it, but my actions over the past few years practically screamed it. 

I poured over my work and filled my days with busy tasks, forgetting about what is most important and neglecting those around me that kept me going, day by day, hour by hour. My focus was this project and my work with Maxim and nothing else. I believed that if I could achieve success with
this project I could bury the wounds of my past and then concentrate on the family I had long forgotten. Sadly, the family that I had long forgotten had built walls to protect them from the pain my actions had caused them. When the spinning plates I call my life began to fall all around me, I searched for my comfort and found cold stone and steel had replaced the welcome mat. As the  disaster continued to rage around me, I was trapped with no one to run to for help. I was alone.

I had betrayed them, forsaken them, pushed them to a new life that I was absent from but who could blame them, this was the life I had built for myself. Weeks turned into months and I could do nothing but watch as those three that I do love so dearly, began their lives without me. There are no words in this language or another that can come close to describing the pain and anguish I suffered watching the one beautiful thing in my life slowly disappear. My soul groaned and ached but solace was out of reach. I stood at the edge of my life’s abyssal plain and peered into the deep. I researched ways to end my life, days and nights filled with this macabre activity, but an easy way out alluded me. 

This story has no happy ending, as life is no fairy tale, however, the spiral has stopped and I have found solid ground to work with moving forward. The casualty of this disorder is my marriage but my survival remains intact. The next steps of my new life are going to be hard, desperately difficult and at times I can’t think about them for fear of a panic attack. That said, I will move forward, I will move on and though happiness may allude me for years, even decades, I cannot give in, I cannot give up.

My hope, well my realistic hope, is that my suffering will benefit another somehow. Perhaps someone out there is where I was 3 years ago and maybe by reading this he or she will realize their position and do what is necessary to ensure they save their marriage. If I had only listened to those
around me, if I had only made a different choice here or there, the jewel of my life might possibly still be here. I beg those who are traveling in my tracks to wake up and turn around, to grab ahold of their loved ones and get the help they need before they end up like me, shattered and hopeless. This isn’t a life you want, this isn’t a path you should choose. There are ways out, there is another path to take, there is hope for those afflicted as we are. Heed my warnings, take control of your life by giving the wheel to a professional and let them drive you out of this dark tunnel of hell. It isn’t too late.

After I complete this 2-phase clinic in North Chicago, I will be returning to this project and continuing the mission we set forth in 2010. In the interim, feel free to post on our Facebook page, or contact Rob Craven (
rob@graffitiofwar.com) as he will be the lead contact for the project in my absence. Thank you to everyone who has been so faithful in this effort and given their time, talents and ideas to our little project, all of us those who are still with us and those who have moved on, are eternally grateful for what you have done. Beginning in early 2013 we will be firing up this project and leaping forward. Thanks to our friends at Partners International (www.partners-international.org) we have some great things happening for the Spring of 2013 so don’t give up hope, we will make the difference we set out to. We have given up too much to let this die. See you all in a few months!


Jaeson "Doc" Parsons
<![CDATA[Independence Day 2012]]>Wed, 04 Jul 2012 00:18:15 GMThttp://www.graffitiofwar.com/blog/independence-day-2012Picture
On this Independence Day, my thoughts point toward those who have given so much for what we, as a nation and as individuals, take for granted. We moan about the economy or our politicians and we think we are living in some of the worst times in history, but these hard times we face are nothing in relation to what earlier generations endured. Generations such as my grandfather’s and grandmother’s, the depression and then the onset of the last great war of our short history.

My grandfather, Jake Homer, fought in World War II and continued his service into the mountains of Korea and then on to the jungles of Vietnam. His service to this nation was exemplary and unmatched by most. The heartaches and loss he must have endured are unfathomable to Generation Now. Yet he continued to serve his country through the pain and agony within him, true sacrifice for the love of his country, his family and his God.

As the dawn of the 236th year of this nation’s independence rises, we as her citizens celebrate the sacrifice of hundreds of thousands of military members who, like my grandfather, gave everything for one thing….freedom. Freedom to succeed and freedom to fail, freedom to have everything and the freedom of simple living. As we celebrate this fourth of
July, let us remember why we have what we have, all because brave men and women were willing to give everything, take up arms and take a stand against tyranny,  fascism, and evil. It is because of our forefathers’ willingness to go beyond what is asked of them, because of our fathers and grandfathers, because of past generations and this generation, fighting as we celebrate this independence day that the United States of America and all She stands for still exists.

So remember the fourth as more than just a holiday for beer and brauts, more than just another day away from the office or plant. This day we celebrate the sacrifices, the loss and all that we have gained because of what these incredible citizens have accomplished. Thank them for their love of their country, your country, our country. This is our independence day.

Always Forward!

Jaeson "Doc" Parsons

<![CDATA[70 Years Later...Let's Remember We're United]]>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 18:29:56 GMThttp://www.graffitiofwar.com/blog/70-years-laterlets-remember-were-unitedPicture
Today we commemorate the 70th anniversary of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, the Day that will forever live in Infamy. This attack enraged a Nation and made the final push in our Nation's road to World War. Just as 9/11 enraged my generation to fight the war on terror, Pearl Harbor was the sucker punch that moved the Greatest Generation to fight the last of the Great Wars.
Yesterday, I had the privledge and honor to speak with a member of that generation, Hershel "Woody" Williams, who also happens to be living recipient of our Country's highest Military honor, the Congressional Medal of Honor.
Woody joined the Marines in 1943, after being first denied due to height restrictions, and was shipped off to the Pacific theater, joining his fellow Marines and Sailors as they island-hopped their way to Japan.
By February 23rd, 1945, Corporal Williams found himself on Iwo Jima, fighting an entrenched enemy for a key piece of ocean-front property. What transpires during this day will earn Woody Williams the Medal of Honor.

Williams, distinguished himself when American tanks, trying to open a lane for infantry, encountered a network of reinforced concrete pillboxes, buried mines, and black volcanic sands. Williams went forward alone with his 70-pound (32 kg) flamethrower to attempt the reduction of devastating machine gun fire from the unyielding positions. Covered by only four riflemen, he fought for four hours under terrific enemy small-arms fire and repeatedly returned to his own lines to prepare demolition charges and obtain serviced flame throwers. He returned to the front, frequently to the rear of hostile emplacements, to wipe out one position after another. At one point, a wisp of smoke alerted him to the air vent of a Japanese bunker, and he approached close enough to put the nozzle of his flamethrower through the hole, killing the occupants. On another occasion, he charged enemy riflemen who attempted to stop him with bayonets and destroyed them with a burst of flame from his weapon.
These actions occurred on the same day as the
raising of the U.S. flag on the island's Mount Suribachi, although Williams
was not able to witness the event.

What an incredible, courageous story of self-less service, sacrifice and love for his fellow Marines. However, if you speak with Woody, his quiet humilty speaks volumes. He states that this honor is not for him, but for those who never came home, those who lost their lives on the black-sanded beaches and jungle interior during the battle for that island.
Woody is a prime example of why his generation has been called one of the greatest and his continued service to this Nation and our military community, even at the age of 88, is a testament to his love of Country and his fellow Americans. Woody sets a standard that we can only hope to acheive but an example we can all certainly follow.
As I headed out the door, Mr. Williams handed me a copy of a poem he had written to commemorate the upcoming anniversary of Pearl Harbor and I have listed it below. Take a moment out of your busy day to think of what this day means to the men and women of that dying generation, what it continue to mean to our military community and what it shares with our own, Day of Infamy - 9/11.  Think of the unity this December tragedy developed and remember what united us on our more recent September Day. Finally, remember our military and our veterans as they continue to serve this great Nation.

Let's Remember We're United

Let's Remember Pearl Harbor
And the lessons that it taught
Let's Remember Pearl Harbor
And our loved ones who fought

Let's Remember Pearl Harbor
And all the Mothers gave
Let's Remember Pearl Harbor
And those in Honored Graves

Let's Remember Pearl Harbor
As we live our lives today
Let's Remember Pearl Harbor
And our Freedom to always say

Let's Remember we're United
As we go to beat the foe
Let's Remember our Heritage
As we did the Alamo

We will always Remember
To save our Liberty
Let's Remember our loved ones
As we promise to stay Free

Let's Remember our loved ones
Who are dying every day
Let's Remember the loved ones
That are now in harm's way

We will always remember, to be thankful and pray
Let's Remember our blessings and go on to win the fray
-Hershel "Woody" Williams - Congressional Medal of Honor Recipient 1945
<![CDATA[Military Movies Remakes - The Rest of the List]]>Thu, 27 Oct 2011 23:11:23 GMThttp://www.graffitiofwar.com/blog/military-movies-remakes-the-rest-of-the-listPicture
Hollywood, definitely not the creative hub it once was, judging by the movies they have been putting out, rather the sequels and remakes they have rehashed on us over the past few years. Every new sequel and remake I see, I wonder why they don't take a stab at some of the military movies from decades past. Considering our country has been at war for the past decade, it seems to me that much of America could relate to these military classics remade with amazing clarity and even in 3D.

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Now before you start the hate-emails, I love this movie and am in no form or fashion saying it needs redoing because of the original quality. That said, why not make a new, updated version that takes place during the current conflicts. One of the reasons this didn't make the list on Maxim.com was because of the fact it was an extraordinary film and since Kubrick is no longer among the land of the living, it would be a hard case to find someone with his fine-line crossing genius to remake this incredible experience that is Full Metal Jacket. However, we feel this would be a great idea for Hollywood to take a shot a remaking, as long as they found the right person for the Director's job....perhaps Stone?

Again, the same reason this one was cut from the official top-ten list was the fact that this movie is ranked among the greatest-ever in terms of a war film. This film, separated in three acts, could easily be modernized into the war in Iraq or even in Afghanistan. For our idea we would place the time during the height of the Iraq conflict, right around the time that some of the American troops were being captured. The main idea of the film is what happens to men after they have gone through the horrors of combat, the debilitating changes that occur. This updated version could be a great tribute to the invisible wounds of war and the psychological effects that it has.

Most of our generation probably has never seen this film, however, when I was growing up, my grandparents made watching this film a Christmas tradition and I still watch this every Christmas Eve. A great movie and has a military-theme behind it. The plot starts in Europe during WWII where the General of the division is heading out of combat and to a staff position, to which he hates as he is a front-line commander and prefers to be with his troops. After the end of WWII, two soldiers (Bing Crosby and Danny Kay) partner up and become huge stars and then find out that the retired General is having trouble running his Inn located in scenic Connecticut because of the lack of snow that season. They head out there and set up a huge show, inviting all of the old troops from the General's old unit and, you guessed it, the ending scene has snow falling and all is well. Christmas and the military, great for the whole family and a sure-bet for the holiday season, seems like easy-picking for Hollywood in our opinion.

The last on our list that didn't make the list is the classic, Gone With The Wind, now who doesn't remember that one? This classic deserves a remake, not an entire reworking, but simply stick with the story and make a modern version. We can think of plenty of actors and actresses who would love nothing more than to play Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler. With the modern technologies we have, imagine the amazing battle scenes and the destruction of the old plantations, the background could be amazing in its detail. We would love to see this remade, though perhaps try and keep it to a more manageable 2 hours instead of the lengthy 4 as we know how this generation is, anything over 2 hours is either Church, Court or your serving time. So, come on Hollywood, what do you say?

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<![CDATA[This is My Rifle - Weapons Every Boy Should Have]]>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 17:47:38 GMThttp://www.graffitiofwar.com/blog/this-is-my-rifle-weapons-every-boy-should-havePicture
Weapons have always been a facination with me, the ability to destroy from a distance. Some may say this is unhealthy and I am in need of some psychiatric care (no doubt as the VA and my wife agree), however, show me anyone that doesn't love breaking shit from time to time. In fact, go into your kitchen right now and find an old plate, go outside and toss that bugger as hard as you can on a hard surface and then tell me how it makes you feel. Relieved? A bit satisfied maybe? Well, times that by 100 and that is the feeling you get when rocking an automatic rifle on full-auto, it simply feels great! Not because you're a psycho or want to burn the world down to the ground but because somewhere in the Human brain, it just feels good to break shit sometimes.

With that in mind, I compiled a list of my favorite weapons, weapons that I would love to receive for Christmas or for shits and giggles, but receive nonetheless. In addition, through researching these monsters, I found some kick-ass photos to go with them and a YouTube video or two. So, sit back, relax and watch the fun! (Caution - For those with senstive ears, language reality ahead)

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<![CDATA[Paradise Lost: 5 of the Most Dangerous Places in Afghanistan]]>Mon, 17 Oct 2011 23:04:05 GMThttp://www.graffitiofwar.com/blog/paradise-lost-5-of-the-most-dangerous-places-in-afghanistanPicture
As our nation has passed the 10th anniversary of our entrance into Afghanistan, a lot has changed since then and we thought we’d give a quick rundown of where you might want to avoid if you’re thinking of say planning a family vacation to the historic land of Afghanistan. As Iraq has calmed dramatically over the past couple of years, the exact opposite has transpired in the land where Empires,  nations and communist Russia have all been brought to their knees, an area slightly smaller than Texas.
To accompany the full article on Maxim.com, here are a dozen or so images of that Paradise of which has turned into the 6th level of Hell over the past couple of years. God Bless Our Troops who willingly (well, who can say no to a Sergeant Major, right?) serve on these front lines to ensure our security and safety back home. Say a little prayer for them as you thumb through these images, brought to you by dvidshub.net and your very own, Doc Parsons.

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