Wednesday, March 14, 2007

To All Who Care

as you know I suffer for AD and very seldom use spell checker, I lack the wisdom to have made this up. I do not know who did, but they are held close in my prayers.

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.
When you view this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan, saliors on ships, and airmen in the sky, and for those in Iraq.
Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Marine, Coastguardsman or Airman, prayer is the very best one.
Our Military Personnel Described:
The average age of the U.S. military man is 19 years of age. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for HIS COUNTRY.
He never really cared much for work and he would rathe wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either.
He is a recent High School graduate, he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport; activites, dives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waitng when he returns fro half a world away.
He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm holwitzers.
He is 10 to 15 pounds lighter now than when hew was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.
He has trouble spellin, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rile  in 30 seoconds 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 fatiques: 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 thirst, 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 civillian, 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.
Hes has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them. He has wept in public and private, for friends who have fallen in combat an is UNASHAMED.
He feels every note of the Nathional 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 disrespectul.
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 now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to to so.
As you go to bed tonignt, remember this shot. A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.
If only I could have truly written these words.
God Bless You and This Country of Ours!


Lynn said...

It hits a little closer to home these days with the loved ones in our family and possibly coming into it fighting the wars here on the home front and overseas. Very nice Joseph.

Dirty Butter said...

Thanks for sharing this, Joe.