| Author | Message | ||
     Ejc |
I know there's a number of you out there that have served or are serving this country. So, thanks. | ||
| Electraglider_1997 |
I got a bunch of emails yesterday from guys in my old 2nd Force Recon unit. I've been out since 79'. Those guys know Semper Fi. | ||
| Stevem123 |
Thanks for that. I only wish the rest of the country would feel the same. Every company I have ever worked for since I got out of the service has NOT recognised the significance of this holiday and thus I have never been given the day off to celebrate. I think that totally sucks. 10 years service apparantly means nothing to the private sector. BC Steve | ||
| Treadmarks |
Thanks to those that have served! I work for a global employer and to them this is just another day. I wear the crossed flags pin and the only person that noticed was another vet...go figure. | ||
| Tootal |
I work for a giant beer factory in St. Louis. I'm at home today celebrating those who have served. Thank you for our freedom.  | ||
| Wbrisett |
Electraglider, Not only thanks, but Happy 233rd Birthday! Semper Fi! Wayne MACS-7 USMC | ||
| Treefrog |
Why, thank you very much. And thanks to everyone else who has put on a uniform. 22 years in the Army and still serving. Sitting in Baghdad right now just having too much fun. | ||
| Electraglider_1997 |
I remember back in 76' when I was over in Okinawa on tour, the only means of calling back to the states was to go to something called a MARS station ( ? ). They used shortwave radio and telephones to accomplish a call home. I never used it and just wrote letters or sent cassette tape recordings. Personally, being single at the time, it made it far easier to be away for a year. It sucked big time at first but after a while it isn't so hard to take being so far away. I was way more homesick in Marine boot camp than when I was overseas for 13 months. It's called growing up and moving on. Those of you that have never left the home town will never understand what I'm talking about. | ||
| Jammin_joules |
1/2 boy 1/2 man 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. 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 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 than he should have in his short lifetime. 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 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. A Prayer wheel for our military... please don't break it Please send this 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.' When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our troops in Afghanistan , sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those in Iraq, Afghanistan and all foreign countries. There is nothing attached... This can be very powerful... Of all the gifts you could give a U.S. Airman, Soldier, Coastguardsman, Marine, or Sailor, prayer is the very best one. | ||
| Treadmarks |
Sweet JJ |
