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 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
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 will share
his water
with you;
if you are hungry,
his
food.
He will 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 short
lifetime.

He has
stood atop
mountains of dead bodies, and 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, 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.
And now we even have woman
over there
in danger, doing their part in this
tradition
of
going to War when our nation calls us to do so. As you go to bed
tonight,
remember this shot.. A short lull, a little shade and a picture of
loved
ones in their helmets.
Prayer
wheel for our military... please don't break it. Please
send this
on after a
short prayer.
Prayer
Wheel
"Lord,
hold our
troops in your loving hands. Protect them as
they protect
us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they
perform
for us in
our time
of need. Amen."
Prayer : When you receive this,
please stop
for a moment and say a
prayer for our
ground troops
in
Afghanistan,
sailors on ships, and airmen
in the air, and for those in Iraq.
There is nothing attached....
This can be very powerful....... Of all
the
gifts you
could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coastguardsman,
Marine or
Airman,
prayer is the very best one.