FIRST OF ALL THIS IS ABOUT OUR TROOPS IT IS NOT A THREAD TO BASH BUSH ECT... IF YOU WANT TO DO THAT THEN PLEASE PASS THIS THREAD BY AND MAKE YOUR OWN TO BASH! THIS IS FOR THE TROOPS AND FOR US TO TAKE A MOMENT AND JUST SAY THANK YOU FOR ALL YOU DO!!



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 to say a prayer for their safe return!!


BLESS OUR TROOPS

IF YOU ARE AGAINST THE WAR THAT IS YOUR RIGHT JUST DON'T BE AGAINST THE TROOPS FOR WHAT THEY DO!!

THEY STILL NEED OUR SUPPORT AND NOT TO HEAR US DOWN WHAT THEY DO BUT TO RESPECT WHAT THEY DO AND PRAYERS FOR ALL TO RETURN HOME TO THERE FAMILY'S SAFE!!!

*nods head*

very very well said and spoken...to all the troops that can read this and to all the families of the troops that can... u do us all very proud indeed....without u this website wouldnt exist...

Glad to hear you all enjoyed this one thought it was well deserved to let them know we are thinking of them.