Holy Friggin War(s).........

The average age of the military man is 19 years old.
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,
and 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 Father's car than wash his own,
and 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
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 fox-holes 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 too,
is paying the price
for our freedom.
Beardless or not, he is not a boy.
He is the
that has kept this country free
for over 200 years.
He has asked nothing in return,
except our friendship
and understanding.
Remember him,
for he has earned our respect
and admiration
with his
And now we even have women over there in danger,
doing their part in this tradition of
"Manning up"
going to war.
When you meet a man or a woman,
in or without their uniform,
willing to fight for your selfishness.....
Remember who you are,
where you're at,
and tip
Capri-ciate it..........


74WIXYgrad said...


Fantastic post, Suzanne!

blue feather

dons_mind said...

and may God bless each and every single one of them and watch over them as they defend our country.

SandyCarlson said...


Liquid said...


I hold the red one between my teeth, but, yeah, blue feather......

Liquid said...

And Sandy:

Yes mam'.

Liquid said...


Thank ya' Don!

Anonymous said...

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Cool lookin blog ya got here.

Panaderos said...

Great post.

We have a division within our company that sends people over there to help the Army deal with the locals. We've already lost hundreds of them to ambushes and roadside bombs. Unfortunately, their deaths go unreported in our papers. I would tip my hat to them too.

Ghost Dansing said...

....Dreams fly by like a thousand railroad trains
Egos steadfast like mountains in our brains
Those of us who let go will be swallowed
Left here to die

Do not look to the sky
It will not rain for you
Do not look to strangers
They won't help you through
Only chance you got
When you hear those war dogs bark
Is to be one up on your brother
Like a Blind man in the dark....

DivaJood said...

Made me weep.

Gadfly said...

Well said, girl.

*respectful hat tip*

QUASAR9 said...

lol liquid
what happened to yesterday's post

Still a great track!

Chelle said...

oh the wars we all battle...
love ya much girl..
outta here for a while but will do my best to stay in touch with ya!

Frasypoo said...

This gave me goosebumps !
Its Fantastic.

I love the pic at the side

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Jon said...

Terrific and timely post! It is Right On and your profound words should give all Americans who read it pause to remember to say thanks to, and to be grateful for, our soldiers for all they do for us.

Thanks, Jon in Vicksburg, Miss.

emmapeelDallas said...

Terrific post. Absolutely terrific.