They are All OUR Children!

My son served our country for 7 years so when I received this in an email I felt every bit of it’s message strike me to the core.  He was just out of high school when he enlisted and while he did get to see Rome and Greece and France and Dubai, he also saw and did things that no one should ever have to see or do, especially at such a young and tender age.  When he would come home to visit, you could see the changes in him, some good, some bad but what I remember the most was the change in his eyes.  The sparkle was gone and so was his youth and all that comes with it.  He has been out of the military for about a year and a half and he still deals with the horrors and reality of what he did for the 7 years he was enlisted.  He isn’t as edgy as he was when he first came home and he’s learning how to enjoy being home and around his family again.  At any rate, I am so happy to have him home and give God all praise and thanks because there are countless numbers of mothers and fathers that have lost their sons or daughters in this war.  I get so angry when I see anti-war protestors and wonder if they have children over there putting their lives on the line for the freedoms of every citizen of this country.  I also get upset when people enter our country illegally and then expect to be given the same freedoms and privileges as those who are here legally, but that’s another story.  Take care and God bless you – Briggie ^i^

 

 

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If you read this, you WILL forward it on. You just won’t be able to stop yourself.

The average age of the military man is 19 years. 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 rather wax his own car than wash his father’s, but he has never collected unemployment either.

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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 a 155mm howitzer.
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 s 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.

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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 than he should have in his short lifetime.

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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.
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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 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.

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Prayer wheel for our military… please don’t break it.
Please send this on after a short prayer.
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‘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 read 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.

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