Veterans of Foreign Wars
Lake Minnetonka VFW Post 5919
PO Box 513
Excelsior, Mn. 55331

Some still serve!
Welcome to our world, home of veterans,
on a mission, for God and Country!
How to Contact
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Post 5919 History
Why Join Our Post
Membership Fees
Who Are We ?
Veterans now out of uniform, but still seeking foxhole camaraderie by
looking out for each other

What We Do?
Provide care, benefits and support to veterans/families across the
street and around the world.
Provide programs and services to Lake Minnetonka community that
fosters patriotism.

We had no expectations but to serve where duty called.
We served for your future.
We asked for no reward except a nation's thanks.
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Patriot Pen
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This website is:
Dedicated to those who were vigilant so we could rest,
Who gave everything that we may thrive,
Who are silent that we may breathe free.
We honor you, veterans of USA.

This VFW Post is:
Politically incorrect. We say Merry Christmas, God bless
America, we salute our flag and give thanks to our
troops and first responders.  If this offends you, leave
this website ASAP.

In God we trust.
Member Bio's
Veteran News
"Not for themselves,
but for their country"
"We leave you our deaths, now give them meaning"
One flag,
one land,
one heart,
one language,
one God,
one nation forevermore!
Return With Honor!
Where we go one, we go all!

Some of us ole vets can still remember the disastrous Pearl Harbor as vividly as
9/11, and now we have an unforeseen deadly virus enemy upon us.   During PH,
WWII and 9/11, we Americans of all ages pulled
together, on what we called
"the home front," to make life easier for all.   We were in it
together, we had to
together.   Now even with fighting a contagious virus, we can still
together.   We are patriots bonded to form a strong nation   We of
every faith and origin learned how to work and fight
together.    Our
ogetherness was so bull-proof and pig-tight we could hardly breathe.   Back in
the 40's, even kids saved money to buy war stamps.   If we saved $18.75, we
bought a war bond, which government promised in 10 years to give us a
walloping $25.   We even collected tin cans an newspapers to scrap for cash.   
Today the grocery shelves seem bare, but looking back on our food supply
then, we could still walk into a Woolworth's lunch counter and buy a meal for 25
cents.   All families were issued ration cards to control sugar, coffee and
gasoline.  What are we short today, toilet paper, go figure?   

We know that we’re better than our current politics, for we are in danger of
tearing ourselves at the seams    Are we going to rely on political correctness, or
Biblical faithfulness to solve this problem.   We are told to  be strong in the Lord
with his mighty power.   Put on the full armor of God, so that we can take a stand
against the devil’s schemes, because our struggle is not against flesh and
blood, but against the powers of the dark world (virus).    The armor of God is a
Biblical metaphor  to remind us about the reality of spiritual battle and describes
the protection available to us.     We need to put on that armour and be strong
patriots, united, not divided.  You are what matters.  You, awake, is the enemies
greatest fear.    The hour of decision has come?   We have strength for today,
and a bright hope for tomorrow.   It's flags out, and flags up.  It’s ground-kissing
time in America.   With the help of Almighty God, let us strive to finish the work
we are in, to bind up the nation’s wounds in a  spirit of unity (E Pluribus Unum).    
To change our nation we must pray.   Prayer is the most powerful force in the
world.   Pray that our land will be healed of this virus.
God bless America, land that I love,                                                                 
Stand beside her and guide her,                                                                  
Through the night with the light from above.                                                       
From the mountains to the prairies,                                                                        
to the oceans white with foam,                                                                            
God bless America, my home sweet home