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11:46:00 AM EDT
Feeling Quiet

The Military Prayer Wheel


I found this web site and it helped to give a lot of insight into who the majority of the men and women are in our military... My son-in-law was military police in the National Guard when he was stationed in Iraq at the age of 20 for nearly a year... He has seen more tragedy in his young life than most of us will ever see in our entire lives... Thankfully, he has come back home still a well-balanced human being... I credit the Lord and his mother for this... Please remember to keep our military men and women in our hearts, our thoughts, and our prayers daily.

Web site: http://www.texasfishingguides.org/our_military.htm


 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.  



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
stopuntil 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 xbody
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 now we even have woman 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.


 

Please remember our military in our hearts, thoughts and prayers daily. 



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This entry has 5 comments: (Add your own)
  • #5 Comment from pprrrr39 
    4/28/08 2:46 AM Permalink
    Certainly an insight into how these heroes protect us.

    Jayne
  • #4 Comment from breakaway1968 
    4/15/08 11:05 AM Permalink
    This really make you open your eyes and really see what these men and women are doing!  What a great entry!
  • #3 Comment from lv2trnscrb 
    4/13/08 3:09 PM Permalink
    thank you for posting this, it just gripped me that the average soldier was 19 years old; the age of my son, and yet here they are fighting for freedom and our country whereas my son is enjoying an easy life

    troops are in my prayers and I adopted a "hero" through Soldiers Angels to help someone's deployment through letters/care packages

    betty
  • #2 Comment from rdautumnsage 
    4/13/08 2:39 PM Permalink
    Thanks for posting this hon. I have a soon to be SIL going over to Iraq in Sept. My daughter is getting married to him in June, she will be 20...These kids are too young to know a life like this. My future SIL has already done one tour of duty in Iraq and lost his entire unit, including his best friend. Yet, here he goes again back to the only life he knows for another year and a half. He plans on re-enlisting for another 6 while he's over there...For my daughters sake and his I pray the war soon ends. (Hugs) Indigo
    http://journals.aol.com/rdautumnsage/ravens-lament/
  • #1 Comment from valphish 
    4/13/08 12:00 PM Permalink
    Thanks for posting this, Beck.  We certainly need to remember these men in our prayers.  Hope you are having a good Sunday, honey.  Love, Val xox
    http://journals.aol.com/valphish/ThereisaSeason