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He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student,
pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy,
and has
a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or
swears to
be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock
and
roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm howizzitor. He is 10
or
15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working
or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.
He has
trouble spelling,
thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field
strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark.
He can
recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and
use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines and
can
apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to
stop or
stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without
spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of
fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens
full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but
never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own
clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his
water
with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition
with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like
they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that
is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half
the
pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering
and death then he should have in his short lifetime.
He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them.
He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in
combat
and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate
through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning
desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand,
remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day
out,
far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.
Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is
paying
the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the
American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200
years.
He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and
understanding.
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration
with his blood. And
we have women over there in danger,
doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation
calls
us to do so. As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot.. A short
lull,
a little shade and a picture of loved ones.......
Prayer wheel for our military... please
don't break it. Please send this URL on after a short prayer.
Prayer Wheel
"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they
protect us.
Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us
in our time of need. Amen."
Prayer : When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a
prayer
for our ground troops in Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and airmen in
the air,
and for those in Iraq. There is nothing attached.... This can be very
powerful.......
Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coastguardsman,
Marine
or Airman, prayer is the very best one.
I can't break this one guys .. sorry
This is for soldiers fighting in Iraq
and
everywhere serving our county.
Please
Pass this URL to everyone and pray.
Thank You
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