The Average Age Of Military Man Is 19 Years Old

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Are You There, Lord?


Are You there, Lord? Do you see it?
Can you hear the battle cries
Of the young men bombing targets
From their war planes in the skies?
Our world is going mad, Dear Lord,
It seems to be insane
And everything they're doing, Lord,
They're doing in Your Name.

Dear Lord, our hearts are heavy
And ashamed for what we do.
How can we do such hateful things
Then say that we love You?
Instead of drawing closer to You,
Lord in every way,
It seems we've turned our backs on You
In all we do and say.

Are You there, Lord? Do you hear us?
Are you listening when we pray?
Do you know how much we need You now
In every single way?
Why must we go to war again?
Why must we be such fools?
How can the world turn right from wrong
When we've broken all Your rules?

Dear Lord, if You are out there,
Forgive the things we do.
Forgive us if we've done it wrong
And the hurt that we've caused You.
Please lift this burden from us
And wipe away our tears -
Or are our pleas just wasted
In the ashes of our fears?

Are You there, Lord? Will You answer?
Did You feel our pain begin?
You must be feeling something
For this suffering we are in.
It wasn't us who asked for war,
We wanted to be free,
But circumstances made us change
And now we have no peace.

Dear God, Why are You silent?
Aren't You hearing us at all?
Are You angry that we made the choice
To answer hatred's call?
Don't turn Your face away, Dear God,
Don't leave us on our own.
Just let us know that You're still there;
Don't make us walk alone.

Are You there, Lord? Can You hear us?
You seem so far away.
We need You more than ever, Lord,
To guide us through this day.
Don't close Your ears and eyes to us
Please let us know You care.
We're reaching out to you, Dear Lord,
We need to know You're there.

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I'm here and I can hear you, my precious, precious child.
Be still for just one moment, I'm right there at your side.
I know how much you're hurting, the awful things you've seen.
I'll comfort you and give you strength, if you will lean on Me.
There's absolutely nothing, child, that you could say or do
That would make me love you any less, or turn My back on you.
How can I make you understand, that you and I are one?
My spirit lives within your soul, you cannot walk alone.

And even though I've told you this, so many times before,
In Psalms, in poems, in stories, in grace and by the law
That hatred is a cancer, it eats the heart of man.
You must learn to turn the other cheek if you want to live again.
I've sent you wondrous teachers, to every land and creed.
Yet still you always doubt My Word, that you are one with Me.
The world is My creation, My breath brought you to life.
You must learn to love your enemies, if your earth is to survive.

You have to try and understand, there is no other choice.
When all have learned this simple truth, then heaven will rejoice.
For the gates into My kingdom are always open wide,
Every race and all religions are welcome there inside.
For you are all My children, no matter what you do.
I hate the sin but love the child, and that, dear one, is true.
Go out and fill each heart with love; touch every soul you see.
Tell everybody who they are and that they are one with Me.

I Love You.


Written by:
Judi Whittaker © 2001






Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

[squirt]

I don't know who put this together, but I sure would like to shake his hand, pat him on the back, and wish him, "Good Hunting!"

I Am Coming!

Dear Terrorists,

I am a Navy Aviator. I was born and raised in a small town in New England. I come from a family of five. I was raised in a middle class home and taught my values by my mother and father. My dad worked a series of jobs in finance and my mom took care of us kids. We were not an overly religious family but attended church most Sundays. It was a nice small Episcopal Church. I have a brother and sister and I am the youngest in my family. I was the first in many generations to attend college. I have flown Naval aircraft for 16 years. For me the flying was never a lifelong dream or a "calling," it just happened. I needed a job and I liked the challenge. I continue to do it today because I feel it is important to give back to a nation which has given so much to me. I do it because, although I will never be rich, my family will be comfortable. I do it because many of my friends have left for the airlines and someone has to do it. My government has spent millions to train me to fly these multi-million dollar aircraft. I make about 70,000 dollars a year and after 20 years will be offered a pension. I like baseball but think the players make too much money. I am in awe of firemen and policemen and what they do each day for my community, and like teachers, they just don't get paid enough. I respect my elders and always use sir or ma'am when addressing a stranger. I'm not sure about kids these days but I think that's normal for every generation. I tell you all this because when I come for you, I want you to know me. I won't be hiding behind a woman or a child. I won't be disguised or pretending to be something I am not. I will be in a U.S. issue flight suit. I will be wearing standard US issue flight gear, and I will be flying a navy aircraft clearly marked as a US warplane. I wish we could meet up close in a small room where I could wrap my hands around your throat and slowly squeeze the life out of you, but unfortunately, you're hiding in a hole in the ground, so we will have to do this a different way. I want you to know also that I am very good at what I do. I can put a 2,000 lb. weapon through a window from 10,000 feet up. I generally only fly at night, so you may want to start sleeping during the day. I am not eager to die for my country but I am willing to sacrifice my life to protect it from animals like you. I will do everything in my power to ensure no civilians are hurt as I take aim at you. My countrymen are a forgiving bunch. Many are already forgetting what you did on Sept 11th. But I will not forget!!

I am coming. I hope you know me a little bit better, see you soon ... sleep tight.

Signed
A U.S. Navy Pilot

Our Soldiers are one of our greatest assets!
God Bless

In God We Trust and God Bless The U.S.A.

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"I'm Tired." By Joe Repya, Lieutenant Colonel, U. S. Army 101st Airborne Division Two weeks ago, as I was starting my sixth month of duty in Iraq , I was forced to return to the USA for surgery for an injury I sustained prior to my deployment. With luck, I'll return to Iraq to finish my tour. I left Baghdad and a war that has every indication that we are winning, to return to a demoralized country much like the one I returned to in 1971 after my tour in Vietnam . Maybe it's because I'll turn 60 years old in just four months, but I'm tired: I'm tired of spineless politicians, both Democrat and Republican who lack the courage, fortitude, and character to see these difficult tasks through. I'm tired of the hypocrisy of politicians who want to rewrite history when the going gets tough. I'm tired of the disingenuous clamor from those that claim they 'Support the Troops' by wanting them to 'Cut and Run' before victory is achieved. I'm tired of a mainstream media that can only focus on car bombs and casualty reports because they are too afraid to leave the safety of their hotels to report on the courage and success our brave men and women are having on the battlefield. I'm tired that so many Americans think you can rebuild a dictatorship into a democracy over night. I'm tired that so many ignore the bravery of the Iraqi people to go to the voting booth and freely elect a Constitution and soon a permanent Parliament. I'm tired of the so called 'Elite Left' that prolongs this war by giving aid and comfort to our enemy, just as they did during the Vietnam War. I'm tired of antiwar protesters showing up at the funerals of our fallen soldiers. A family who's loved ones gave their life in a just and noble cause, only to be cruelly tormented on the funeral day by cowardly protesters is beyond shameful. I'm tired that my generation, the Baby Boom-Vietnam generation, who have such a weak backbone that they can't stomach seeing the difficult tasks through to victory. I'm tired that some are more concerned about the treatment of captives than they are the slaughter and beheading of our citizens and allies. I'm tired that when we find mass graves it is seldom reported by the press, but mistreat a prisoner and it is front page news. Mostly, I'm tired that the people of this great nation didn't learn from history that there is no substitute for Victory. Sincerely, Joe Repya Lieutenant Colonel , U. S. Army, 101st Airborne Division

[squirt]

[Tonymak]

The Battle Of Long Tan
Vietnam 1966

From the book
As told by the Commanders
to Bob Grandin
Maps by Dave Sabben

Click on this pps below to view

www.through-enemy-eyes.com/LongTan PresV01.pps

[sunny sky]

Originally Posted by Tonymak

The Battle Of Long Tan

Vietnam 1966

From the book
As told by the Commanders
to Bob Grandin
Maps by Dave Sabben

Click on this pps below to view

www.through-enemy-eyes.com/LongTan PresV01.pps

DEAR TONYMAC FOR SHAREING THIS WITH US!! I MYSELF REALLY APPRECIATE YOU DOING THIS.
SENDING HUGS AND LOVE TO YOU HON!!!

[Tonymak]

Originally Posted by sunny sky

http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x...f?t=1214118971 DEAR TONYMAC FOR SHAREING THIS WITH US!! I MYSELF REALLY APPRECIATE YOU DOING THIS.
SENDING HUGS AND LOVE TO YOU HON!!!

I hope that it wasn't too long to go through and read
as it goes for @ 1 hour.
But it is worth the read of that historic battle..

Thanks Brenda

[squirt]

50,000 NAMES
(Carved in the Wall)
(written by Jamie O'Hara)

There's teddy bears and high school rings
And old photographs that Mamas bring
Of Daddies with their young boys, playing ball
There's combat boots that he used to wear
When he was sent over there
There's 50,000 names carved in the wall

There's cigarettes and there's cans of beer
And notes that say I miss you dear
And children who don't say anything at all
There's Purple Hearts and packs of gum
And fatherless daughters and fatherless sons
And there's 50,000 names carved in the wall

They come from all across this land
In pickup trucks and minivans
Searching for a boy from long ago
They scan the wall and find his name
The teardrops fall like falling rain
And silently they leave a gift and go

There's Stars of David and Rosary Beads
And Crucifixion figurines
And flowers of all colors, large and small
There's a Boy Scout badge and a merit pin
Little American Flags waving in the wind
And there's 50,000 names carved in the wall

There's 50,000 names carved in the wall

TNOTW
(sung by George Jones)

[honestpoet]

Originally Posted by squirt

i am a thirteen year viet nam veteran. And i have know and stood next to more fighting victims of war, than most of you will ever know personally. So don't pretend that wars are about freedom!
You can not lie to anyone, now in, or ex military men & women!
It has always been, and will always be because the world has turn
against god; and are willing to kill each other for religions!! Religions have already killed more of god's children than any other cause for death on this earth!! Wake up, people; god alone will be waiting for your choose. Heaven through god; or hell through religions!