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So I was on my way to work this morning. Another pointless day, doing pointless bullshit and most likely getting uber stressed because I put up with bullshit from everyone and I dont get paid enough to do it.
I was listening to Linkin Park's - Minutes to Midnight and the song "Hands Held High" came on. I love this song for some reason. Its not because Im a Democrat, because Im not. Its not because its beautiful although I think it is. Its because it talks about the Soldiers, my brothers and sisters in the sandbox.
I really thought to myself while sitting in traffic, "Do any of these people around me, really think on a daily or every other day basis think about the Soldiers, Marines, Seamen and Airmen in the Middle East?"
I came to the conclusion that they dont. I just cant imagine, everyone is grateful for their freedoms they're given. All of us over here in the United States takes our freedoms for granted. We're all selfish bastards. We only care about ourselves. I mean hell, maybe I am too because Im not over in Iraq fighting and doing my part. Thats what I think of everyday.
I say to myself, "What if I got myself in shape and went Active Army to be deployed? Will this war be over quicker?" I dont know if the war would be over quicker. But what I do know is that I would help some Soldier that is over there that has been there for an extended stay come home earlier.
In due time, I'll probably get deployed, yes. I'll be scared, yes, just as everyone who had been deployed for the first time was. Scared of the unknown, the death, the threat, the living without an arm or leg. All of the things that could happen when in a country that doesnt want you there anymore. That think your time is over stayed although both they and you know you did a good job and they now just want to live life their own way instead of making them into a replica of us.
I'll be brave when I get called, yet I'll cry when I kiss my mother, step dad, and little brothers goodbye for a year or potentially more. I cried when I left for basic training and AIT for Christs sakes. That was 8 months away. I know Im not the only one who cried when they left their parents. I mean, maybe I am. I guess its because I was so close with my parents or something. I dont know.
But this all still comes back to the fact that I dont think anyone really thinks on a daily basis about the people in the military fighting or training besides military families themselves. People are selfish and like to bitch.
Everyone who despises this war, bitches about it. I say, dont bitch about the problem, find a solution. Sign your fatass up into the military and help out. Bring home a soldier who signed up voluntarily to protect your ass. Give back to that soldier who signed up to save your ass from a draft.
I dont care what your beliefs are with this war. I dont so dont comment and act like your bullshit story about how bad Bush is of a president or how 9-11 was a government planned attack, would just chill me to the bone. It wont. I've heard it all and my mind has been made up.
If you dont agree with giving back to the troops, fuck you. If you do, you can go under my friends list and look at alot of my friends and you'll see alot of them are my friends from basic and AIT who will give you their addresses where you can send things they would be very appreciative to get.
If you're a soldier thats deployed to the sandbox, please post your mailing address and what things you would appreciate getting and in the next couple weeks, I'd love to send boxes out to ya'll.
Love you guys through and through.
<3Sh0rty aka SPC Haynes
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Lyrics to: Linkin Park - Hand Held High
Turn my mic up louder I got to say somethin,
Lightweights step it aside when we come in,
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin,
People on the street they panic and start running,
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming,
I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme i'm dumping,
Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in,
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and
Jump when they tell us that they wanna to see jumping,
Fuck that, I wanna see some fist pumping,
Risk something, take back what's yours,
Say something that you know they might attack you for,
Ccause I'm sick of being treated like I have before,
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for,
Like this war's really just a different brand of war,
Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon the poor,
Like they understand you in the back of the jet,
When you can't put gas in your tank,
These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank,
Cashing the check asking you to have compassion,
AND have SOME respect,
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way,
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay,
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day,
In the living room laughing like, "What did he say?"
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen
In my living room watching, I am not laughing,
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen,
The world is cold, the bold men take action,
Have to react or get blown into fractions,
Ten years old, it's something to see,
Another kid my age drug under a jeep,
Taken and bound, and found later under a tree,
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me,
Do you see, the soldiers, they're out today,
They brush the dust from bulletproof vests away,
It's ironic, at times like this you pray,
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday,
There's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads,
Inside your market,your shops, your clothes,
My dad, He's got a lot of fear I know,
But enough pride inside not to let that show,
My brother had a book he would hold with pride,
A little red cover with a broken spine,
On the back, he hand wrote a quote inside:
"When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die,"
And meanwhile, the leader just talks away,
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay,
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day,
Both scared and angry like, "What did he say?"
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.
With hands held high into a sky so blue
as the ocean opens up to swallow you.
With hands held high into a sky so blue
as the ocean opens up to swallow you.
With hands held high into a sky so blue
as the ocean opens up to swallow you.
With hands held high into a sky so blue
as the ocean opens up to swallow you.
With hands held high into a sky so blue
as the ocean opens up to swallow you.
With hands held high into a sky so blue
as the ocean opens up to swallow you.
