Yep. The docks were filled with people when we arrived in San Francisco in
April 1952. There was a band formed up on the pier, and they struck up, "Stars
and Stripes Forever" when we started down the gang plank. I still get a lump in
my when I hear that march.
They flew the Texans to Fort Sam Houston to be processed for furloughs. A
couple of other guys from Houston and I got drunk and we hailed a cab, and we
rode it from San Antonio to Houston. About a 200 mile cab ride!
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Thursday, October 31, 2002 12:53
Subject: coming home
Were there any signs or people on the dock when you came
There were 100 s on the ship that brought
me home , landing in San Francisco , there was one old lady holding
up a cardboard sign with some guys name on it , that was it .
I just found
(By Arnold A.Muniz)
Forgotten fields of dirt and snow,
Of lands so far away,
Where mountain winds still chilly blow,
And only chance holds death at
Forgotten hell across the sea,
That land of snow and mud,
It lives today in memory,
In graves unmarked except by blood.
Forgotten graves, forgotten land,
Where MIA's in glory rest,
Remembered only by kin or clan,
And fellow warriors home at last.
Forgotten by a country inclined,
To put the war away,
marching band, no welcome sign,
No thank you sir, just go your way.
Away on foreign fields they sleep,
Perhaps by mountain plot,
Remembered just by those who weep,
By kin, by veterans, and God.
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