Love This Country
Money is a powerful thing
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The Average age of the Military man is 19 years old. He is a short haired, tight muscled kid, considered by society as half man-half boy. Not old enough to buy beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and would rather wash his own car than wash his father’s. In High School he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sports activity. He drives a 10 year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend who either broke up with him when he left or swears she will be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or jazz, hip hop and rap and the sounds of a 155mm howitzer. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he left home from working or fighting at dawn until dusk. He has trouble spelling, making letter writing a task for him, yet he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He doesn’t read much poetry, yet he can recite the nomenclature of a machine gun and use it effectively if he must. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never forgets to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes and fix his own hurts. He keeps his canteen full and his feet dry so he can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march. If you’re thirsty, he’ll share his water; if you’re hungry his food. He’ll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low. He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit and dignity. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find humor in it all. He has learned to use his hands like weapons, and weapons like they were his hands. He can save a life ~ or take it, that’s his job. He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime. He is unashamed to weep in public and in private for friends who have fallen in combat, and died for our rights. 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. Doing his part in this tradition of going to war when our nation calls us to do so. Just as his father, grandfather and great-grandfather did before him, he is paying the price for our freedom. And eventually he will walk peacefully in Heavens Streets because he’s done his time in Hell. He is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man.
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That awkward moment when your mom is doing the dishes and you slowly put your plate into the sink.
Just call him Mr. 47 Out of 50.
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