Military Man

This was sent to me today by a friend I made through the friend I have who is currently (hopefully anyway) en-route home from Iraq (today!).

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Military Man

The average age of the military man is 19-22 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'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 Howitzers.

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 may have trouble spelling, thus letter writing could be 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 then he should have in his so-far, short lifetime.
He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and he has 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. Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, the military man is now paying the price for the freedom we in America enjoy.

He has asked nothing from you in return for his service, beyond your friendship, your understanding, and a prayer to keep him safe.

Remember him always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his courage to protect us and others.

Please take the time to say a prayer for him: "Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect our soldiers as they protect us. Bless our soldiers and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in this time of need. Amen."

[Mordenheim]

amen

[Magness]

Remember...

It is the soldier...not the poet, who gives us freedom of speech.

It is the soldier...not the reporter, who gives us freedom of the press.

It is the soldier...not the campus organizer, who gives us freedom to protest.

It is the soldier who serves beneath the flag, who salutes the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who gives the demonstrator the right to burn the flag.