"Flag of OUR Fathers"

Ok, I was invited to see the movie "Flags of OUR Fathers" with me friend Debbie tonight, WOW. My favorite all time war movies were Patton and the Great Escape, I think this one is now on that list. If there is any truth at all other then the rising of the flag on Iwo Jima not one but two times, which I did know about, then shame once again on our Nations Elected Officials. What Fucking Assholes they were then what some are still now, plain down right and out idiots. I learned of Ira Hayes from a Johnny Cash song, (below). I learned tonight of the others who raised OUR Flag and that those who died on the Battle Fields were the heroes and those who lived wanted it to be known that way, they did not want to be recognized as heroes when so many of their brothers made the ultimate sacrifice in the name of FREEDOM. After seeing the movie I had thoughts of wondering if Jessica Lynch was really a pawn in the war. If you have seen it, what's your thoughts?

Ira Hayes, Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped
Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again
And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high Was the Indian, Ira Hayes
Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored;
Everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance
Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag
and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone!
He died drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died

Again this is dedicated to my Uncle's who fought in WW2 and Korea, Jerry, Ernie, Johnny, Joe, Frank and Norm (Purple Heart) and to Ira.

PEACE and Thank You......