'The true Soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because He loves what is behind him.' -G. K. Chesterton

17 March 2010

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Yes, the DO and I do have irish blood singing in our veins. I think The Sarge may as well. At least he's got the Blarney.

To our men and women serving overseas and in combat zones throughout the world I dedicate this poem.
May God bless you.
And remember,
We're always beside you.
Six

Irish Blessings

May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.

Now sweetly lies old Ireland
Emerald green beyond the foam,
Awakening sweet memories,
Calling the heart back home.

Ireland, it's the one place on earth
That heaven has kissed
With melody, mirth,
And meadow and mist.

Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.

May your heart be warm and happy
With the lilt of Irish laughter
Every day in every way
And forever and ever after.

May the luck of the Irish possess you.
May the devil fly off with your worries.
May God bless you forever and ever.

Bless your little Irish heart-and every other Irish part.
Ireland is where strange tales begin
and happy endings are possible.

An Irish method for tackling problems;
There comes a time when you must take the bull
By the tail and face the situation squarely.

Here's to good Irish friends
Never above you
Never below you
May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.

Now sweetly lies old Ireland
Emerald green beyond the foam,
Awakening sweet memories,
Calling the heart back home.

Ireland, it's the one place on earth
That heaven has kissed
With melody, mirth,
And meadow and mist.

Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.

May your heart be warm and happy
With the lilt of Irish laughter
Every day in every way
And forever and ever after.

May the luck of the Irish possess you.
May the devil fly off with your worries.
May God bless you forever and ever.

Bless your little Irish heart-and every other Irish part.
Ireland is where strange tales begin
and happy endings are possible.

An Irish method for tackling problems;
There comes a time when you must take the bull
By the tail and face the situation squarely.

Here's to good Irish friends
Never above you
Never below you
Always beside you.

Always beside you.

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