We Respect and Honor the Men & Women of the US Military
|Forwarded to me through the Internet
[January 28th, 2006]:
Our Soldiers are Our Friends and Neighbors
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 Na tional 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 in their helmets.......
Prayer wheel for our military... please don't break it. Please send this
on after a short prayer.
"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. Pass it on to everyone and pray.
Back to the Tribute Index