I am thankful for all the men and women in our armed forces, current, past and future, we can never repay them what we owe. They do what they do so we have ours.
Sharing this from an email forwarded by a friend --
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.
We have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so. Except for a few gender specific issues in this story, woman – girl can be interchanged with man – boy.
And I am most thankful for those soldiers . great post. God Bless them and their families that will not have them at their dinner table tomorrow so that we can live in freedom. Remeber to say a prayer for all of them tomorrow as we eat plenty. God Bless, Happy Thanksgiving, we all have so much to be grateful for.
quote: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.
Yes, please say a prayer for our servicemen and women who sacrifice so much for our freedom. Thank you, God bless you, and please know that we care about you.
To all of the HS Baseball Web family, Happy Thanksgiving!
Julie
I think it is fitting to follow MN-Mom's prayer request for the service men and women who sacrifice so much so we can be free and safe.............My unending gratitude goes to them.
The heart-wrenching story of India yesterday is beyond words. My prayers and tears are for them.
As much turmoil as we feel during the unsettling and turmoil-filled times, we are filled with so many blessing, so much to be thankful for.
May God continue to bless us with all that we need.
Happy Thanksgiving.
The heart-wrenching story of India yesterday is beyond words. My prayers and tears are for them.
As much turmoil as we feel during the unsettling and turmoil-filled times, we are filled with so many blessing, so much to be thankful for.
May God continue to bless us with all that we need.
Happy Thanksgiving.
happy thanksgiving to everyone. thoughts and prayers to our soldiers.
tough times don't last,tough people do.
tough times don't last,tough people do.
Happy Thanksgiving all. May everyone enjoy their day with family and friends. Be safe in your travels and enjoy> 
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May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey be plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have never a lump.
May your yams be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your thighs.
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May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey be plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have never a lump.
May your yams be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your thighs.
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quote:Originally posted by Krakatoa:
Hey, thanks for thinking of him and I know he'll enjoy any well-wishes that come his way.
I sent him a "Happy turkey day" e-mail and hopefully it's only one of many. No word back yet so hopefully he's resting comfortably at a teammate's home!!!
And I would pitch in with OS8 and make sure he's taken care of in NEO if need be!
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The family and all of our relatives said I should have paid more attention while basting the bird...
The family and all of our relatives said I should have paid more attention while basting the bird...