I can't say I completely understand why we're involved in this war. I can't say I'm absolutely for or against it, despite watching NOTHING other than war coverage for a week now. I can't even say that I know for sure that we can believe our side's propaganda any more than I believe Iraq's. But what I can say I ABSOLUTELY KNOW is that the men and women who are suffering and dying as a result of doing their duty NEED AND DESERVE our prayers and support.
One of the most heartbreaking things I've heard from this war was a reporter who said that some of the troops, hearing of the anti-war protests at home asked him, "when we come home are the people going to spit on us and call us baby killers, like they did the Vietnam vets?" Can you imagine how much harder and more painful that question in their minds makes it for them to do what they have NO CHOICE about?????
You all know that I have no fear of taking myself to rallies in support of what I believe is right, and while I respect everyone's right to publically stand up for what they believe in, I have to say that even if I KNEW I was absolutely opposed to the war, the LAST THING I'd want our troops and Saddam Hussein to see on Al Jazeerah TV was ME giving Saddam moral support by marching in the streets.
Even if you're opposed to this war with all your heart, please don't break this prayer wheel for our troops. And please don't forget to add a prayer for the innocent civilians of Iraq who have no more control over their government than we do ours, and who are merely trying to carve out lives for themselves one day at a time just as we Americans are.
The following is forwarded by my dear friend and Vietnam War veteran, Mad Dog Messmer
The Average Military Man
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'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 155mm Howitzers.
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'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 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.
For our Military
Prayer wheel for our military...please don't break it. Please send this on after a short prayer.
"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."
When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Iraq and Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and airmen in the air. Pray for their safety and quick return. Remember the POWs in Iraq, pray that they will be released quickly and are being treated humanely. Pray for the families of the fallen soldiers who are now facing one of the
hardest things any of us will ever face, the loss of a loved one. There is nothing attached. This can be very powerful. Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Marine, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.
Peace and blessings,
LINDA TANT MILLER
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