The Average Age Of Military Man Is 19 Years Old

handymanmike92683

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THANX DRIFTER
VERY TOUCHING





Drifter said:
Just A Common Soldier

He was getting old and paunchy
and his hair was falling fast
And he sat around the Legion
telling stories of the past,
Of a war that he had fought in
and the deeds that he had done
In his exploits with his buddies;
they were heroes, everyone.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors,
his tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened,
for they knew whereof he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer,
for old Bob has passed away
And the world's a little poorer,
for a soldier died today.

No he won't be mourned by many,
just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary
very quiet sort of life,
He held a job and raised a family,
quietly going on his way;
And the world won't note his passing;
'tho a soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing
and proclaim that they were great,
Papers tell of their life stories
from the time that they were young,
But the passing of a soldier
goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution
to the welfare of our land
Some jerk who breaks his promise
and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
who in times of war and strife
Goes off to serve his Country
and offers up his life?
The politician's stipend
and the style in which he lives
Are sometimes disproportionate
to the services he gives,
While the ordinary soldier,
who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal,
and perhaps a pension small.

It's so easy to forget them,
for it was so long ago
That our Bob's and Jim's and Johnny's
went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians,
with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
that our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger
with your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out
with his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a soldier
who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin, and country,
and would fight until the end?

He was just a common soldier
and his ranks are growing thin
But his presence should remind us,
we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict,
then we find the soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles
that the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor
while he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
at the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline
in the paper that might say:
OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY.

...A. Lawrence Vaincourt



I am the Infantry!
By LTC Stephen H. White,
assisted by Col Francis X. Bradley
and SP4 Howard Webber.
I am the Infantry--Queen of Battle!
For two centuries I have kept our Nation safe,
Purchasing freedom with my blood.
To tyrants, I am the day of reckoning;
to the suppressed, the hope for the future.
Where the fighting is thick, there am I…

I am the Infantry!
FOLLOW ME!
I was there from the beginning,
meeting the enemy face to face, will to will.
My bleeding feet stained the snow at Valley Forge;
my frozen hands pulled Washington
across the Delaware.
At Yorktown, the sunlight glinted from the sword
and I, begrimed…
Saw a Nation born.
Hardship…And glory I have known.
At New Orleans, I fought beyond the hostile hour,
showed the fury of my long rifle…
and came of age.

I am the Infantry!
FOLLOW ME!
Westward I pushed with wagon trains…
moved an empire across the plains…
extended freedom's borders
and tamed the wild frontier.

I am the Infantry!
FOLLOW ME!
I was with Scott at Vera Cruz…
hunted the guerilla in the mountain passes…
and scaled the high plateau.
The fighting was done when I ended my march
many miles from the old Alamo.
From Bull Run to Appomattox, I fought and bled.
Both Blue and Gray were my colors then.
Two masters I served and united them strong…
proved that this nation could right a wrong…
and long endure.

I am the Infantry!
FOLLOW ME!
I led the charge up San Juan Hill…
scaled the walls of old Tientsin…
and stalked the Moro in the steaming jungle still…
always the vanguard,

I am the Infantry!
At Chateau-Thierry, first over the top,
then I stood like a rock on the Marne.
It was I who cracked the Hindenburg Line…
in the Argonne, I broke the Kaiser's spine…
and didn't come back 'till is was "over, over there."

I am the Infantry!
FOLLOW ME!
A generation older at Bataan, I briefly bowed,
but then I vowed to return.
Assaulted the African shore…
learned my lesson the hard way
in the desert sands…
pressed my buttons into the beach at Anzio…
and bounced into Rome
with determination and resolve.

I am the Infantry!
The English channel, stout beach defenses
and the hedgerows could not hold me…
I broke out at St. Lo, unbent the Bulge…
vaulted the Rhine…
and swarmed the Heartland.
Hitler's dream and the Third Reich
were dead.
In the Pacific, from island to island…
hit the beaches
and chopped through swamp and jungle…
I set the Rising Sun.

I am the Infantry!
In Korea, I gathered my strength around Pusan…
swept across the frozen Han…
outflanked the Reds at Inchon…
and marched to the Yalu.

FOLLOW ME!
In Vietnam, while others turned aside,
I fought the longest fight,
from the Central Highlands
to the South China Sea
I patrolled the jungle,
the paddies and the sky
in the bitter test that belongs to the Infantry.

FOLLOW ME!
Around the world, I stand…ever forward.
Over Lebanon's sands, my rifle steady aimed…
and calm returned. At Berlin's gates,
I scorned the Wall of Shame.
I spanned the Caribbean in freedom's cause,
answered humanity's call.
I trod the streets of Santo Domingo
to protect the innocent.
In Grenada, I jumped at Salinas,
and proclaimed freedom for all.
My arms set a Panamanian dictator to flight
and once more raised democracy's flag.
In the Persian Gulf, I drew the line in the desert,
called the tyrant's bluff
and restored right and freedom in 100 hours.
Duty called, I answered.

I am the Infantry!
FOLLOW ME!
My bayonet…on the wings of power…
keeps the peace worldwide.
And despots, falsely garbed in freedom's mantle, falter…hide.
My ally in the paddies and the forest…
I teach, I aid, I lead.

FOLLOW ME!
Where brave men fight…there fight I.
In freedom's cause…I live, I die.
From Concord Bridge to Heartbreak Ridge,
from the Arctic to the Mekong,
to the Caribbean…
the Queen of Battle!
Always ready…then, now, and forever.
I am the Infantry!
FOLLOW ME!
 
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Drifter said:
Just A Common Soldier

He was getting old and paunchy
and his hair was falling fast
And he sat around the Legion
telling stories of the past,
Of a war that he had fought in
and the deeds that he had done
In his exploits with his buddies;
they were heroes, everyone.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors,
his tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened,
for they knew whereof he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer,
for old Bob has passed away
And the world's a little poorer,
for a soldier died today.

No he won't be mourned by many,
just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary
very quiet sort of life,
He held a job and raised a family,
quietly going on his way;
And the world won't note his passing;
'tho a soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing
and proclaim that they were great,
Papers tell of their life stories
from the time that they were young,
But the passing of a soldier
goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution
to the welfare of our land
Some jerk who breaks his promise
and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
who in times of war and strife
Goes off to serve his Country
and offers up his life?
The politician's stipend
and the style in which he lives
Are sometimes disproportionate
to the services he gives,
While the ordinary soldier,
who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal,
and perhaps a pension small.

It's so easy to forget them,
for it was so long ago
That our Bob's and Jim's and Johnny's
went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians,
with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
that our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger
with your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out
with his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a soldier
who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin, and country,
and would fight until the end?

He was just a common soldier
and his ranks are growing thin
But his presence should remind us,
we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict,
then we find the soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles
that the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor
while he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
at the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline
in the paper that might say:
OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY.

...A. Lawrence Vaincourt
Thank You Drifter for sharing this. It really touched my heart.
 

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[QUOTE="handymanmike92683, post: 1680828]

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DEAR MIKE FOR POSTING THIS FOR ME. YOU ARE THE BEST HON. HUGS A BUNCH SUNNY SKY:happy: :bigsmile: :happy: :bigsmile: :inlove: :inlove: :inlove: :inlove:
 

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[QUOTE="handymanmike92683, post: 1680828]

[/quote]God bless you brenda...hugs and prayers sweety
 

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Great stuff everybody.

Mike it is nice to see you thread is still alive and posting ! ! !

Thanks, from an old solider ! I was there at 19 years old too...
 
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There are some good people here of this I am certain!

Drifter that was more than I could handle, thanks and let's hope we can honor a vet next time we see one alive...

Regards,

Mich
 

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[QUOTE="Drifter, post: 1556064]Just A Common Soldier

He was getting old and paunchy
and his hair was falling fast
And he sat around the Legion
telling stories of the past,
Of a war that he had fought in
and the deeds that he had done
In his exploits with his buddies;
they were heroes, everyone.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors,
his tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened,
for they knew whereof he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer,
for old Bob has passed away
And the world's a little poorer,
for a soldier died today.

No he won't be mourned by many,
just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary
very quiet sort of life,
He held a job and raised a family,
quietly going on his way;
And the world won't note his passing;
'tho a soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing
and proclaim that they were great,
Papers tell of their life stories
from the time that they were young,
But the passing of a soldier
goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution
to the welfare of our land
Some jerk who breaks his promise
and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
who in times of war and strife
Goes off to serve his Country
and offers up his life?
The politician's stipend
and the style in which he lives
Are sometimes disproportionate
to the services he gives,
While the ordinary soldier,
who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal,
and perhaps a pension small.

It's so easy to forget them,
for it was so long ago
That our Bob's and Jim's and Johnny's
went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians,
with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
that our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger
with your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out
with his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a soldier
who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin, and country,
and would fight until the end?

He was just a common soldier
and his ranks are growing thin
But his presence should remind us,
we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict,
then we find the soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles
that the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor
while he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
at the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline
in the paper that might say:
OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY.

...A. Lawrence Vaincourt[/quote]that is so powerful Drifter...thanks for sharing ....wow i am in tears:cry:
may God bless you
 

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thank you mike for posting my posts for me.
thank you drifter for posting yours. i just cannot stop crying. i needed to cry.

thank you my sweet roadkill for enjoying mikes thread.

love all of you. sunny sky semper fi
 
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[QUOTE="sunny sky, post: 1691323]thank you mike for posting my posts for me.
thank you drifter for posting yours. i just cannot stop crying. i needed to cry.

thank you my sweet roadkill for enjoying mikes thread.

love all of you. sunny sky semper fi [/quote]

You sound really Blue,
to be really truthfull I have not been around for months as my hard drive fried and I could not afford a new one,

Well I am Back, ( for the moment ) I am an old fashioned Man and the words Crying and Woman really upset me,
(yes thats right, Real Men Cry!) because they understand the need, Having been Soldier's we can openly cry, (we have earned this privilege)

As for those that scorn us, they may well wake up in Intensive Care if they are very LUCKY!


I have no Idea why, but I shed tears with you,

BZ.





 

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A Picture Worth A Million Words!



Mark Graunke
Click above link to read more on Staff Sgt mark Graunke Jr.

We truly take a lot for granted. Forget the football "heroes" and movie "stars".
Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you,
Jesus Christ and the American Soldier.



One died for your soul;
the other for your freedom.
 
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[QUOTE="roadkill, post: 1684434]that is so powerful Drifter...thanks for sharing ....wow i am in tears:cry:
may God bless you[/quote]

I am 62 shortly, and have fought the vile American backed (Noraid) Terrorist Filth (Five Tours) and the equally vile Protestant Terrorist Filth,

This has cost me my Faith, (Catholicism) and three close Friends, but will never convince me that terrorists have the upper hand, and Alienate our Allies,

Hands Across The Sea

has never had so much meaning for me before,

we will prevail my American Brothers and Sisters

For we simply cannot afford not to, Bernard,
 

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In Flanders Fields


In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

by John Macrae


One moment of silence...

http://members.shaw.ca/kcic1/veterans.html

A Pittance in Time
 

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[QUOTE="barf Zader, post: 1691909]You sound really Blue,
to be really truthfull I have not been around for months as my hard drive fried and I could not afford a new one,

Well I am Back, ( for the moment ) I am an old fashioned Man and the words Crying and Woman really upset me,
(yes thats right, Real Men Cry!) because they understand the need, Having been Soldier's we can openly cry, (we have earned this privilege)

As for those that scorn us, they may well wake up in Intensive Care if they are very LUCKY!


I have no Idea why, but I shed tears with you,

BZ.





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THANK YOU BARF ZADER FOR SHAREING MY SADNESS. I ALWAYS GET THE BLUES AROUND THIS TIME OF THE YEAR. MY LITTLE BROTHER WAS KILLED IN VIETNAM ONE MONTH BEFORE HIS 19TH BIRTHDAY. AUGUST 19. 1969. I STILL MISS HEARING HIS WHISTLE AS HE WAS COMEING HOME. HUGS AND LOVE TO YOU SWEETIE. SUNNY SKY
 
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[QUOTE="sunny sky, post: 1705885]THANK YOU BARF ZADER FOR SHAREING MY SADNESS. I ALWAYS GET THE BLUES AROUND THIS TIME OF THE YEAR. MY LITTLE BROTHER WAS KILLED IN VIETNAM ONE MONTH BEFORE HIS 19TH BIRTHDAY. AUGUST 19. 1969. I STILL MISS HEARING HIS WHISTLE AS HE WAS COMEING HOME. HUGS AND LOVE TO YOU SWEETIE. SUNNY SKY[/quote]


Sunny Sky I now know why my eyes were not dry,

Hugs to help with your Missing, BZ.
 

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]Letter from a Caju



Dear Ma and Pa,

I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer, the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.




I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. But I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing.




Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there's warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you until noon when you get fed again. It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much.

We go on "route marches," which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it's not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks.




The country is nice but awful flat The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The Captain is like the school board.


Majors and colonels just ride around and frown.

They don't bother you none.

This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting.


I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don't move, and it ain't shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.


Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home.



I'm about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake. I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I'm only 5'6" and 130 pounds and he's 6'8" and near 300 pounds dry.

Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in.

Your loving daughter,
 

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*For the troops

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Your alarm goes off, you hit the snooze and sleep for another 10 minutes.

He stays up for days on end.
_________________________


You take a warm shower to help you wake up.

He goes days or weeks without running water.
__________________________


You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.

He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.
__________________________


You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.

He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.
__________________________


You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.

He clutches the religious medal hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.
__________________________


You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.

He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.
__________________________


You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.

He walks the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.
__________________________


You complain about how hot it is.

He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.
__________________________


You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.

He doesn't get to eat today.
__________________________


Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.

He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.
__________________________


You go to the mall and get your hair redone.

He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.
__________________________


You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.

He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.
__________________________


You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.

He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.
__________________________


You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.

He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.
__________________________


You roll your eyes as a baby cries.

He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll
ever meet
__________________________


You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.

He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers
why he is fighting.
__________________________


You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.

He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.
__________________________


You see only what the media wants you to see.

He sees the broken bodies lying around him.
__________________________


You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.

He does exactly what he is told.
__________________________


You stay at home and watch TV.

He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.
__________________________


You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.

He crawls under a tank for shade and a 5 minute nap, only to be woken by gunfire.
__________________________


You sit there and judge him, saying the world is probably a worse place
because of men like him.


If only there were more men like him!



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YOUR VERY WELCOME BRENDA
IF YA HAVE ANY MORE JUST LET ME KNOW
AND I'LL HELP YA OUT HOWEVER I CAN
THANX DEAR



[QUOTE="sunny sky, post: 1691323]thank you mike for posting my posts for me.
thank you drifter for posting yours. i just cannot stop crying. i needed to cry.

thank you my sweet roadkill for enjoying mikes thread.

love all of you. sunny sky semper fi [/quote]