| Cindy Sheehan... that despiciable media whore, who betrays her country, drains morale of our troops overseas and gives furhter hope and cause to those who kill our soldiers and innocent civilians at home and abroad.
She was arrested today, and no, not for the crime of taking advantage of and abusing her sons death for his country. But she was arrested for refusing to move off White House property and staging a protest without a permit (thank God at least thats a crime).
People chanted as she was arrested "the world is watching"... Watching what you burned out rements of the hippy generation that was oh so fashionable in the sixtys? Watching police arrest someone for trespassing, as much as they would for a vagrant or a ranting lunatic on a street corner, thats what they are probably watching. Except I wouldnt put Sheehan in the same category as those two others, because, as a good Christian, I pity, and support that vagrant without a job, home or family. And I with to help that man on the corner who rambles on and on about nothing. Because his life has gone so sour, that it turned to ashes in his mouth and brought his mental capacity to that of a child, that is truly sadness, and someone deserving of pity and support, even from strangers.
As for Sheehan... I just despise her, and I hope she comes to find the good Christian in her, realise her son was a martyr for America, for Christianity, for true Muslims, and all of the people of Iraq... until that day, she might as well be the one pulling the trigger at American behicles passing by.
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"We ought to be beating our chests every day. We ought to look in a mirror and get proud and stick out our chests and suck in our bellies and say: "Damn, we're Americans!'"
Jay Garner retired U.S. Army General
Every day I look at my walls when I wake up. They are mostly empty, a pathetic off white color that makes people sick to look at for too long (hey I didnt pick that paint color) but on one wall, simply hung, are 4 things, which remind me of who I am. First are my certificates from graduating Fort Jackson BCT, Fort Huachuca AIT, and my award for becoming an esteemed member of the Military Intelligence Corps. The last is a painting I bought a few months ago, its a mix of seveal images, from a plane taking off an aircraft carrier, to our beloved President, may god watch over him and continue to guide his decisions in all hours of peril, to firemen rushing wounded out of the remains of the World Trade Center, and of course, raising the flag above it, in the bottom corner, the only dark colors are used to portray several terrorsits hiding in a cave. Those wretched parodies of the faithful, those who we rained fire from the skies in biblical proportions, who were hunted at night by our special forces like the honorless hounds that they are. God bless America, God bless you all, and God bless my brothers in arms, fighting and dieing as we speak in Iraq, Afghanistan, and a dozen spots in between that we will never hear about for the sake of security.
and as it says on my Military Intelligence Corps certificate
"A soldier first, but an intelligence professional second to none, with great pride in our heritage and a focus on the future. An intelligence soldier who performs the first task of the Army - To find, know, and never lose the enemy - with a sense of urgency and tnacity, professionalism, physical fitness, and above all - integrity - For In Truth Lies Victory
And as my MI Corps motto goes "Always Out Front"
These may jsut be words to alot of you out there, but to me, they are my life, possibly my death, and the lives and deaths of thousands before me, who died for all of you, and for the free peoples of the world. For the fools who mock military intelligence and organizations such as the NSA and CIA... realise this you ignorant unpatrioatic malcontentic fools! The Soviet Union fell without a war, American tanks didnt need to blast their way across Red Square, but countless men and women died behind the scenes bringing down that evil empire.
"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing."
-Edmund Burke British orator, philosopher, and politician
Well, im done for now, I cant rant anymore, it hurts to much. Have a nice day everyone, God bless, keep the faith, and tonight, pray for our soldiers, our sailors, Airmen and Marines. Pray for those in their hours of peril and need, pray for the famlies of those in trouble, and the famlies of those who wont have someone coming home. Tomorrow... im gonna write something called "why we fight, why I fight"
Somebody's Someone - Lonestar
Turn to the six o'clock news, another soldier dies
Tried to hide it but I couldn't help it, I had to cry
When my little boy asked me daddy was he your friend
I said no, I didn't even know him
But he was somebody's someone, a neighbor, a husband
A brother, a father, and a mother's only son
He was an uncle, a cousin, somebody's best friend
And I'm sure at times a shoulder to lean on
He was somebody's someone
So I sat there in that chair and helped him understand
How this brave young man gave his life for our land
And although he's someone we'll never know
To you and me he is a hero
He was somebody's someone, a neighbor, a husband
A brother, a father, and a mother's only son
He was an uncle, a cousin, somebody's best friend
And I'm sure at times a shoulder to lean on
He was somebody's someone
To the world he was a total stranger
Who kept us safe and out of danger
But now he's just a picture on TV
Somebody's memory
He was somebody's someone, a neighbor, a husband
A brother, a father, and a mother's only son
He was an uncle, a cousin, somebody's best friend
And I'm sure at times a shoulder to lean on
He was somebody's someone
He was somebody's someone |
