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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 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 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 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.
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.
Prayer Wheel
"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as theyprotect 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.
Roger
Treftz
1418 Sturgeon Way San Jose Ca, 95129 1-408-255-6460 Cell: 1-408-391-1708
The
proud warriors of Baker Company wanted to do something to pay tribute to our
fallen comrades. So since we are part of the only Marine Infantry Battalion
left in Iraq, the only way that we could think of doing that is by taking a
picture of Baker Company saying the way we feel. It would be awesome if you
could find a way to share this with our fellow countrymen. I was wondering
if there was any way to get this into your papers to let the world know that
"WE HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN" and are proud to serve our country. Semper Fi
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