Fubar Blog Posts 2

So It Goes
Here I am LOL. Noone seemed to notice I was gone because the friend requests and the messages keep piling up. Even with only 1 default pic. Jelly has deleted her acct which is sad to see. I am gonna try this again but If i continue to see the bs I will use the cute little delete button!! I have been sick the past week So i spent my precious time resting and watching movies. The Ex is good and comes out this weekend so see it! I also watched this weeks lost 3 times to go back and catch what I missed. I will be adding pics back but not as many as I had. Must be your skin that I'm sinkin in Must be for real cause now I can feel and I didn't mind it's not my kind not my time to wonder why everything's gone white and everything's grey now your here now you away I don't want this remember that I'll never forget where your at don't let the days go by glycerine I'm never alone I'm alone all the time are you at one or do you lie we live in a wheel where everyone st

So It Would Seem......
So it would seem that i have gotten a lot of my life on track, i finally moved out of oak park and aways from the insanty that is the girl. I found the one girl i have been wating for ever since ruthie died, she is just incredable i am so in love with my blue haired goddess. I am less stressed a lot happier and have gotten back to the old me ( yes i found my spine ). But with change and trasistion comes problems from the old life that refuse to die, namley certain women that are in denial ( yup just not a river in egypt) one of them while young and a bit wise refuses to give up th ghost of any relationship with even thought i have told her flat out that i dont love her in the way that she does me. So i get the converstions of your dumb all your friends think your dumb kinda shit, for starters if you KNEW all my FRIENDS they your tell fucking insane and to go on with your life or somthing to that effect , you want me around but not as friend but then you tell me i am being a bad frien

So Its Been Awhile
Been awhile since I blogged. Just didn't feel like saying much I suppose. Plus I have not been on as much. Not too much has happened in the last week or so. Been getting a lot of work done. Wrapped up several sites and have 2 more close to completion. David was here last Wed-Sat night. I didn't get much done then of course, but those are the best days I have. He is at BoyScout camp this week. So I don't get to talk to him at all. :( I made him promise that THIS year he WILL take a shower.. use soap.. and change his clothes. LOL. Last year he was preeeeety dirty when I saw him. Making a couple burgers on the grill. Its pretty hot out, and supposed to have T-storms later. I LOVE storms. This past year was the first I got into the show 24. EVery other year I missed the beginning of the season and I never got into it then. I just bought season 1 on DVD and watched it all in a week. Feeling a lot better about myself. I think sometimes I get too wrapped up in t

So It's Been Awhile
so yea...*insert title here*...a lot's been going on. i leave for college august 20th instead of august 22nd. i got invited to a "special orientation" for (we suspect) minorities. oh well, it means i have orientation for 10 days instead of 8. my family is going to a family friend's wedding when i'm at orientation. i'm so sad! catherine is soooo cool and i'm SO happy that she's finally getting married. i always miss the weddings...:-( i've been working on and off this summer. now i'm just working mondays but maybe that'll be changed. i still love exxon...i just wish i could work more days and i know i'm really going to miss them when i leave. i've decided i'm not going to see the harry potter movie in theaters. why bother? i hope to go clubbin soon wit some friends of mine. hopefully this weekend. i will have my license by july 30th and i can drive anyone i want, which i'm going to need. august 2nd or 3rd, i will be at my sis' sweet 16 at kings dominion. i

So...it's Over
Riley and I called it quits this morning for good. And I've run out of tears at the moment. Which I'm not particularly happy about. I mean, I love the guy still obviously. it's just...I have this habit of becoming emotionally detached after a certain point. Meaning...the same day. Not that it won't manifest in some other way. I usually end up stressing myself out to the point that I'll lose 15 to 20 pounds in the next couple weeks. Ugh... I'm not cutting him out of my life though. We have the same friends and we had our last little romp before parting ways. I told him I'd always love him and I know he still loves me. It just takes...time

So It Flutters Again (2)
emotions ..............*sigh* ive got that flutter in my belly and that look in my eye im not ready.... LUST loved by all men respected by none give me your heart give me your soul ill take you for granted then leave you out in the cold

So Its That Time Of Year Again
well it's almost that time of year again, late august early september, when the most joyful time of the year is apon us, yes I'm talking about the buckeyes football season, pretty soon the air will be filled with the sounds of, across the feild, hang on sloopy, and my personal favorite, we dont give a damn for the whole state of michigan. Soon you'll see scarlet and grey decorations and festive inflateable brutus's every where. It is truly a magical time of the year when children dream of saturdays in the shoe, script ohio, and the beautiul sounds of O-H-I-O. So come all ye buckeye faithfull and join me in this joyus cellibration of the pending football season because, even though we lost alot of tallent in the nfl draft, in columbus, we dont rebuild we RELOAD!!!! GO BUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!

So It Begins
"so it begins" I live beyond the stars rapture envenomed in a blasphamy suffer the child to seek immortality yet to question is a sin beyond compare I deal with life like a razors edge ONgoing wars spread on LIES NO cure amongst the sickness Clouded eyes will see me dead I live beyond the stars above Rapture envisioned in a death portrait Suffer beyond the earthly earthly bounds Yet to question you is always sin! I deal with life like sickness born Ongoing Wars plague mother earth No cures made but medicens sold Shrouded lies will see me alive "you can bear your burdens succomb to frost amongst the shores all laiden paths beyond the shroud are gone where is your mortal god now? lost within the ancients tomb of all mens lies!" I deal will life like a sickness spread I will not bow to a worthless god How dare you push your faith on me when MY QUESTION IS WHY?!

So It's Two Pm Now...
I have only just gotten up at one, a sensation which is, I must say, sinfully unfamiliar at this point. This is feasibly the first time in 2 or 3 years that my eyes have missed sunrise and I've been too tired to make a real decent home cooked meal. I suppose I'll have to pay penance by cooking a full out dinner tonight, or I'll feel guilty about eating Captain Crunch X.x Though I regret to say, that's all the information I can seem to gather to report so far today. Heh. Ah well. I guess I'll do some laundry and waste some hours playing MMORPGs before presenting myself in a timely manner to "peddle smut" as my line of work has been so rightfully deemed.

So It Goes...
Today I started learning the residential contract that my firm uses. They don't seem to bad...yet anyway. I also learned where my office is going to be and all that good stuff! So I have an office with a phone until my computer gets there and I have a lil box to keep all my stuff in until my desk gets there LOL. Which suits me just fine cause I thought I am glad that I am getting my own office it I honestly didn't think I would have my own when I started the class. I am getting more anxious as time goes on. I will be glad when my license gets back and I can get the last bit done with them and be all done except working. It was a longer process than I expected but not too bad. I need to now go and start getting my yard sale stuff ready because I promised my mom that me and her would have a yard sale one weekend before it gets too cool. This weekend is the family reunion so it is ruled out and the next is the Roller Coaster Yard Sales so it is ruled out unless I go to them on Friday whic

So It Is
she sips daintily from her champagne each time her lips part you watch her.. wishing you were the liquid that eases down her spout. ______ _ unveiling her mask, you love what you see a woman of desire and tranquility you want to own her heart.. in your mind your body is passionately intertwined.. she dances so elegantly your body begins to tremble when you think of her touch, you're an unsuspecting victim... of her sexual desire and lust... _______ __ As the song begins to play you close your eyes..and begin to pray for just one time to hold her body close to you even if its for only one night to come true..... _______ _ an amazing dance electrifies your body you don't remember a time, which felt so good you photograph the moment in your mind of a sensual intimate love, that put you in sublime. your madness of desire bleeds your heart the rhythm starts to consume you dancing into darkness, her shadow departs shadows as one now, meshed in the wind.. ____

So It's Like This
mom has bought into the bullshit yet again, so we are, once again, stuck with cumdrop stepdad. i told mom earlier today that once mick was back, i refuse to stay in this house with him again because he's fucked us over three times and i won't go through that again... mom won't leave because they're married and she's in a commitement and blah blah blah. the way i see it, i have three options: 1. destiny (my little sister) and i could go live with davis (the stepfather i like). the problem with this is i won't be in la porte anymore, and he probably won't let me out of the house EVER. (he's very old fashioned and is working in kirville at the moment.) this is my "last resort option". 2. i could run off and join the renfest under an assumed identity... again, i would only be in the area for like a month every year.... and even then it'd be really expensive to come and see me. not the best plan, but still prefered to option 1. 3. i could get married. this only requires me to forge

So I Think We Are
so he has changed all his status to just in a realtionship instead of married. So i don't know what to think, does he want to stay like together just not married or what. I think he just wants his freedom back, you know to where no one depends on him and where he is free to leave at anytime without abounch of hasslel. I know he loves me deep down in his heart it's just i think something else is more important right now. I'm just scared bt time he figures out whats most important i won't need him anymore. I love him and always will but i can't keep doing this every year. it's to hard for me. well i'm about done at work and am fixing to go home so i'll cya guys later.

So I Totally Got My Toung Perced At Work Tonight!!
so my co worker is a percer and he wanted 20 bucks for any percing and he perced my toung im so fucking phyced like i love it and i cant stop playing with it!! he did it in the break room at about 10 30 b4 we closed tonight it was awsome!!

So Its Found
Well they found my car, and the streo is gone as I figgured that it would be, the rims are dented and jacked up and well the tranny is leaking like a bizznatch... There are dents and dings all over it but all in all its in one piece.. Thank God for insurance!

So I Took This How Romantic Are You Survey On Chatterbean...
SO I TOOK THIS HOW ROMANTIC ARE YOU SURVEY ON CHATTERBEAN... I was declared a true romantic after taking this survey. Here were my results: Your Quiz Results: You're a hopeless romantic. You require ample doses of warmth and sentiment. You embroider your fantasies; they titillate you and lift you out of the ordinary. You're the cockeyed optimist of song, a dreamy, maybe impractical idealist, the willing victim of infatuation. Closeness (items 1 and 2): Romantic types usually make attachment to others easily. They readily show their emotions to those they admire. They are easily carried away by sentiment and are blind to the faults of their beloved. They have a strong need to be desired by someone. Identity (items 3-6): The romantic builds a sense of self-esteem by basking in the glory of those he deems more appealing than himself. The romantic identifies with his lover and derives gratification from her popularity and attention to him. Fantasy (items 7-9): Romantics

So, I Tried An Online Tarot Reading - Think It Is Correct?
how you feel about yourself now (The World) You are about to reach, or are already enjoying, a period of total fulfilment, wholeness and satisfaction - the arrival of your hearts desires. You feel satisfied with what you have achieved and are enjoying the rewards of past efforts. A time of happy outcomes, material wealth and greater spiritual awareness. what you most want at this moment (The Emperor) The cards suggest jessie, that what you most want at this time is success and achievement, and the support and influence of perhaps your father, husband/partner or a man of significance in your life who you believe could help. your fears (The Hierophant) Are you really your best counsel? Probably not at this moment in time. You are worried that you will sell yourself short and agree to something that you don’t feel morally comfortable with. For example you may really desire marriage but the offer has been ‘let’s live together’. You may be looking at a job or busines

So Its Official
Yea, I'm out of my lease at my old apartment. It's been kind of difficult on me, seeing as how everything in my life is sort of up in the air. I have no clue what's going to happen other than that I am going to school and hopefully volunteering at the museum of natural history in Florida. Me and my ex-fiance are still really close and it kinda sucks that things had to end as they did, but cest la vie. Guess it was just not meant to be. It's a bittersweet good bye and hopefully my future will contain bigger and better things.

So Its Been A While...
Been a while since I was on Fubar, haven't been on since I found out about the change of name from cherrytap. anyways, well i'm on again now...for how long, I have no idea. If I disappear, I guess I lost interest, but I hope the ladies haven't lost interest in me.

So It Really May Be Easier To Ask Forgiveness...
...than permission It was long ago discovered in such a way as to be proof positive and irrefutable, that souls residing anywhere but within an adequate shell, simply dissipated. A lot of people had to needlessly die in order to make this discovery: The next step in human evolution was really up to us. I Civilization itself had drained the planet like so many double-a's. We had to cut back drastically in order for the Earth to reach a healthy equilibrium. The casualties were many. World leaders felt the need to interfere in the process, some forcefully, in preservation of the inane and impractical. Like an anchor which needed to be thrown off a sinking ship in order to slow its descent, but there was no one strong enough to heft it over the side. These nations were the first to plunge into chaos as everyone jumped ship in mutiny and self-preservation. (note: this is fiction)

So It's Like That, Huh?!?!?!
This is Loe's sister once again. Yeah, I think it's real shitty that when he was out ya'll was frontin like ya'll was cool. But now he's locked up and can't get not a note, or nothing?!! Ya can't write a brother and at least say keep yo head up? Fake as frontin ass bullshit.

So Its The 4th
so the 4th is coming up. I want someone to watch handcock with and to watch fireworks with. I saw a movie with a cool dude the other week (Hulk great movie NOT better then iron man) But still good. Ok So the more friends I get the more people I have to hang out with. Any takers?

So It Began
He said come over, play me in cards,handsome guy, truly my ideal fuck buddy.. playing darts at the other neighbors to throw a cover, no ive never played with his bald ugly ass. after darts, back at his house, drinking beers to talk shit,, says i want to fuck u.. i said u need to fuck me, find a condom, humping and bumpin, fuck me you know who... telling him i want u in my ass. cum in m,y ass. sucking his dick, fuck it was awesome.. can feel the sweet taste of his precum. precum that wants to be swallowed.. kisses like a mofo, fuck my pussy bitch.. god bless men!!

So It's Been About A Year
Ok so i'm back on this bitch. It's been about a year or so and things have changed in my life. I'm now getting divorced deployed for the 4th time and there is no end in sight. I have plenty of time to plot revenge and eat as much pain as I can. The only good thing that's happened lately is my weight lifting. I've reached alot of new goals in the last 7 months. I'll have to post some pics so those who remember me can see what i've done. I'm still bitter... A little more so then before. I have no idea what to do with my life or what direction to take. I'm overly educated for what I do but under motivated to do anything else. I guess i'll just grind out for awhile and see where things take me. Fuck...

So I Think
that my teenage days of dropping acid are catching up with me via nightmares theyre the only dreams I can remember which sucks but this last one was pretty fucking crazy it involved: The world ending animals talking to me and seeking shelter Raizin and Kennedy [X djs of 104.9 a local rock radio station] promoting a call in contest even though we'd all end soon. And a mount rushmore was what the aliens used to destroy the north pole. I think... I need some help. Or maybe this is my mind telling me to get laid? lol

So It Goes
One strong kick to the side, a sharp upturn of the wrist turning nose into splinters that pierce the brain. Or that well-turned insult, that polished professionally prose that leaves no breath with which to rebuke. It is these rare violent outburts that collect the attention, that paint our world violet and orange. Beware, we think eyes slipping side to side, watching in the turning shadows for that strange, cruel other, that rare maniac ready to do us in. Yet this I tell you, brushing away the webs of paranoia, is not how we die. Not mostly. It is the arsenic in my coffee, the better to clean my dreams with. Through a thousand paper cuts my soul floats away, leaving my hand trailing the page. Standing outside, just when the rain starts. Whoever used the words 'pitter-patter' never listened. Rain speaks no small talk, no chit-chat; it licks and slides, hides and discovers. Stand in a field on a mountaintop with sight lost and the rain will see it for you. Amen. Green and dark. A

So It Was Not A Good Day...
Some days it things happenand you wonder why you try. Three years ago, Dan and I left the old company to start our own design company. When I left they owed me over $14k in back pay. I never got it. But we struggled starting out with nothing and got through the first year. The second year was terrible. But the last 6 months have kept me swamped and working long hours. It got especially good when a marketing firm started to outsource design work to us. I'm on my 4th site for them since July. We received partial payments on 3 sites. Even with the work, bills have been tough to pay because last year was so bad. We were finally seeing some light and with the 4 sites and about 8 others I got on my own, this month was going to really be good. Until today. I got a call from someone I have gotten to know well in the marketing company. They are closing. Next week. And have no money to pay us for the work we have done. I'm not supposed to even know yet.. Guess we will

So Its Like This
if i write a mum its like im getting attacked for what im wearing even though half the fucking chicks on here are too fat to be wearing nothing and others have way more revealing stuff on here..but wow i get attacked for nothing..oh wow its a bunch of people that "try" to attack people cuz they think its cool..in reality they're a bunch of LOSERS that got made fun of way too much in high school and now that theyre "older" they think its cool to attack people well you know what. YOUR A BUNCH OF losers.. I could give a rats asss what you think of me..I wasn't brought on earth to give a fuck what simpleminded people like you think...yes im writing a blog about it but im pretty sure there are others that feel the same damn way. and attacking people is HIGH SCHOOL shit..so why dont you go get laid or go fuck yourself or better yet take a look at yourself.. cuz im sure if i wanted to make fun of people like in high school i would say wow broken angel your face looks like a DOGS ASSS!!! but i

So It Came To Me Today...
So, it came to me today... Current mood: Dreamy Category: Dreamy Dreams and the Supernatural So, it came to me today in a wisp of autumn air, I respectfully ask you...Imagine creating pleasure of mind and soul? Together 'til daybreak, It starts with a thought a sound... a scent in the air...it lures us to the dreams we partake, we crave and search for... Sharing with each other our mutual... "desires"..."needs" ~"wants" Where passions blend using our imaginations...taking on the others passions and thoughts exploring the others and making it our own.... Nights together we spend but do not stay...for the dream moves us into our waking thoughts imaginations and daydreams.... in to the that state of being we find ourselves in a firelight sets the mood.With a dreamy design Romance we embrace. With candlelight and wine ~ champagne and chocolates... As the embers burn bright and dance the dance of the fires of our souls desires, passion takes over and stirs the heat

So It Begins
It was hard to decide whether I really wanted to write another blog, I have them all over the place and then today I realized that you know what people don't know me and some people actually might want to. So here I go again attempting to put into words who I am. I am a wife, mother, bitch, sweetheart, moron, genius, flirt, wiseass, and sometimes a joke, it depends if you are really willing to have a conversation with me to get through all my layers. Did you follow all that, get a hint of who I am yet, if so please let me know because I am still learning. I am a Italian/Irish Pagan New Yorker who moved away from everything I knew to be with my soul wanna question my marriage? I love my family even when I want to kill them and I would kill for them, wanna cross them? I have tattoos that I love and if I had the money would have so many more. I have fat, there I said it, so before anyone decides to make comments about it, guess what I know, I have never nor will ever be skin

So... Its Vday... Doomsday... Whatev...
There's this guy... and he's FUCKING amazing... And he kinda stole my heart from me and won't give it back... Will you beat him up and get it back for me? Wait... He can keep it forever... It's so wierd, but I seriously think he could be the one... My other half... My soulmate... Is it possible that the pickiest woman has found the perfect man? That leads me to question everything about love... What is perfect for me? Have I been such a bitch to some really great guys?... Yeah I'm sure I have, but you know they were fucking losers and they deserved it... Ok that was harsh... But what exactly is love? How does one describe it? I think this one has slowly let me see the light... When looking back in my life, I've found that I've never actually experienced love and intimacy on any level... Just some caring here and there about another person, and some hardcore fucking... But like that's it... I honestly did not know what love was until I had both of my children... Can I find t

So It Seems
that every other thing I do here,I get bouncer checked.Is this BJ's way of telling me I need to buy a vip?Or is it that I am just enough of a douchebag that he thinks I deserve this?Personally I think he is mad b/c of my other account and is butt hurt. OR It could really have nothing to do with myself or him.(which is higly unlikely b/c we all know how awesome I am) Either way Im not buying into that shit and will just continue to bitch about it. CHEERS

So, It's Been Quite A While Lol
No sense really in trying to play catch up. School is going well - only a year and a half to go before I get my degree. Work is still keeping me busy well with the exception of the last two weeks - the college kids are home and it has affected everyone's schedules - I went from 5 days a week to 4 but should be back on the 5 in a couple of weeks. After a year I found that I am still bitter about my ex. This was discovered the other day when I ran into him at the store and he waved to me. I smiled sweetly and waved back - the whole time thinking how I would have loved to have thrown the car in reverse and run his ass over. I had also found out that he was still viewing my profile on here but took care of that problem today - just a little bit ago in fact - yep, used the nifty lil block feature. No reason I shouldn't block him when he blocked me - right? What else - oh yes, I'm finally getting the Christmas cards sent out - yep, they're going out late this year lol. Now for that storm

So It Was
So I went for it last night and boy did I get it! Loverboy and I took on a horse cock! Mr. Officers Dick was 6INCHES WIDE!!! omg I could barely take it. I started by giving him head.... Something I pride myself on ... and could barely get a quarter of the way down his thick meaty shaft. I tried though, my god did I try! Then I spent some of my loving attention on lovey sucking his fantactic cock with my hungry mouth. Lovey is a 6.5 inch wonder and that suits me perfectly! It was wondeerful being stretched by the two of them moments later when I took Officer naughty into my pussy and loverboy in my ass! oh my god it felt so good I shot them both out... Then I got to watch as officer naughty put loverboy on the edge of the bed and fucked the living hell out of him! His big meaty cock packed his ass with some of the biggest thrusts it has ever seen and pounded loverboy into a pile of satisfied man. I licked and sucked on his cock and watched the hard cock slide and stretch his tight litt

So It Isn't About Bruno. It Isn't All About Bruno.
First of all the font is Georgia on account of Witty's relo. A tale of two kitties I have two relatively new additions to my menagerie, both cats. We got Beezy, who is completely grey in the fall 0f '09. It is scary how fast time flies. Out walking Leo, the dingo dog, there was a bird chirping in the neighbor's hedges along side of their house. There was much discussion and some animated words on my part that of course it was a bird making that noise. My girlfriend was just as adamant, albeit wrongly, that is was a kitten making the noise. Somehow on the way over to investigate the bird flew off unseen and completely coincidentally there was a kitten in the brush. Beezy was a right around 2 weeks old. She had been abandoned by her mother and despite not really being able to walk she crawled out from under the hedge, which was more like a briar. It is amazing how instinctual the drive is among animals to imitate the adults. My adult cats all prefer to drink out of t

So It Begins
Momma came home today, she was so pale and the scar left from the biopsy was a good sized one 15 staples at least. She will be doing radiation treatments 5 days a week for 6 weeks, seemed like an awful lot to me but I'm told that it really isnt that much... Not sure when the biopsy results will be back. Lots of family have come in to support both she and my aunt gail who has had to have major surgery twice in the past week. Since momma isnt being left alone, the family is staying with her and we are hoping members of her church family will be able to assist. She is staying very tired from the meds; being a person that has never taken meds that would affect her the way these have it will just take time for her system to become accustomed. We are all still hopeful that this course of treatment will bring good things, just taking things day to day...

So I Think Its Kinda Funny How ..
1. guys go into my speaker box to molest .. without even knowing .. my naME .. 2. I THINK ITS FUNNY WHEN THEY ALL THINK I WANT TO SEE THIER COCKS .. CAN U IMAGINE HOW MANY COCKS ID HAVE TO LOOK AT IN ONE DAY IF LOOKED AT EVERYONE THAT ASKED ME EVERYDAY (IM SORRY BUT THERES ONLY SO MANY HOURS IN THE DAY .. AND I ONLY REALY WANT TO SEE ONE... OF THE GUY IM IN LOVE WITH LOL .. call me old faSHIONED but damn.. 3.. more funny shit .. when guys act like im some kind of goddess.... constantly im real .. not godess . unless someone gave me the title and didnt tell me about it .. 4 . just cause im sweet doesnt mean i want you .. im just nice fuck pll .. if i fucked everyone i was nice too i never some fucking ... 5. i hate drama ... we all have but i dont like to proling the issue .. 6 . if im not interested i will ignore you .. it my choice .. 7. Fu aint the be all of my time .. its a fun game .. with some awesome pll whom i love talking to ..

So It's Unofficially Official.
The suspense is killing you I'm sure, but this weekend has been a little wrenching emotionally. My wife and I have decided to open our marriage. It has been a tough few years for me especially. I cannot say that it was my choice. You would think as a man that it would be but it's not. I have a daughter with my wife and it would destroy me to leave her side. For this reason, I agree to do this. We've had our issues and for us it works. Maybe not for all, but for us it does. I think. I do not know anyone in this type of relationship. I could use sOme advice. Anyone? It feels weird but I guess it's somewhat common. Pondering my future. Perhaps someone has a few pointers. Thx

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So Ive Decided That I Hate Doctors
so sunday morning was my knee surgery and so sunday morning i got up and got ready and went to the hospital and i was there for like an hour and then my doctor came and got me and told me to sit in his office and he went over some stuff and i had to fill somethings out and then i was getting ready for my surgery getting changed and i start to cry cause i dont like surgery and then this hott doctor comes in and sat me down and told me everything that was going to happen in the surgery and then drew on my knee where they were going to cut and everything and then he asked if i was ready and i said for you anytime baby and he said alright lets go and i said alright and we did our thing jaykay but then he wheeled me away to my nightmare and then i woke up to about the whole damn hospital crowded around me and then i was in the recovery room and that oh so very hott doctor came back and said everything in the surgery went well and that the healing process should go fine and nice and easy and

So I've Decided...
that every week, im gonna post a new question on here, for all you friends and fans of mine to answer... just so i can get to know some of you better... this weeks question- whats the girliest habit you have? and dont be embarrassed. :)

So Ive Decided.....
I think that its the weak minded individuals, the uneducated scum, the scared ones who are ultimatly going to be the downfall of this country. Its the stupid ones that dont care about whats going on that make dumb uneducated decisions about things that really matter. Or its the ones that decide that they dont like something just because its different and they dont understand it so they push it away and anihilate it so that way they dont have to deal with it. Why do people do that shit? Why cant they just face it and deal with it? Instead of pushing it away?

So I've Realized...
So I've realized I need to stop being so dumb. I've been through a lot of struggles in my life, and I'm so used to quitting and giving up when times get rough... The only thing I've ever been good at is school and sports, but I can't even make wise decisions anymore when it comes to my wellbeing. I moved down to TX for a reason, and I'm already giving up on it because I feel like it's my fault that I'm not there for my friends and family when they've always been there for me through my struggles. Am I selfish?? I feel so helpless when I'm down here. But at the same time if I go back-- what am I going back to? A life where it's hard as fuck to find a job, everythings expensive as hell, cold as a mother fucker, and everyones depressed. I love all the friends I have and have ever had to death, and I'll ALWAYS be there for them in spirit, or even if they call.. But it still pains me not to be there for a hug when they need me, or when I need them. I know every place is different, a

So I've Been Sick W/ God Knows What...
...but everyones been great who's visited in giving me their best and wishing me "Get Wells". I just hope I'm physically prepared for my 1st 1/2 marathon this Sunday. I want to say thank you to all of you great CherryTap members and I'll do my best in getting back to you. Have a wonderful day all! Remo

So I've Just Finished
So I've just finished Mostly Harmless the fifth book in the Hitchhikers Trilogy. And I'm not sure how I feel about it. I've read it before and am pretty sure I was on the same page about it then as I am now. I don't know if its a happy ending you see. Because while it is not technically what I would call happy. Its kinda what would inevitably have happened. So I don't know if I should be happy or sad about it and I'm left to wonder if thats exactly the emotion Douglas Adams was aiming for. This sort of puzzled unsureness that seemed to define the entire life of him main character. I dunno. . .I suppose i'll have to puzzle it out.

So I've Decided
Lately I've been finding myself judging other people more then I should. I won't lie, I do judge people its part of human nature. But just last week I made a big deal about yelling at one of my friends. I think I made her feel bad, but the worst part was that I didn't care, because I felt that she had acted bad enough that she needed to feel that way. I now believe that this was wrong. I shouldn't make people feel bad just because I don't approve of what they do. It's their life, and what I think or what I would do shouldn't have anything to do with how they lead it. Just tonight I went to this event that my college was having about strengthening the spirit. I found it very up-lifting, and it made me think. You never know when the people that you surround yourself with won't be there. So I left this speaker thinking to myself that I need to clear things up with this one friend, but not only that I also think I need to strive to be a better person. He was one of the most ent

So... I've Been Hard At Work...
so im finally working on meh new site. having a few issues but im sure i'll figure them out! My new background on fubar is the basic template idea for my site as it stands but knowing me ill end up redoing it a million more times before it actually goes live...lol. I went gambling today and won 70 bucks...woohoo! so all around it was a pretty good day. been keeping busy which is always a good thing for me. it's when i have nothing to do that i begin to go a little crazy... oh... and seriously, if you like documentaries you HAVE to watch ALL the series "Lost Worlds" on the History Channel. It's teh shit! hehe... ok... back to watching my docs and working on photoshop!

So I've Been Thinkin...
Yes it doesn't happen very often...but occasionally I DO think! I made a list of things I have done here on Fubar over the last 18 months. ~Got FU Married~ ~Got Auctioned off~ ~Got FU annulled~ ~Got Re FU Married~ ~Hosted a Happy Hour~ ~Hosted an auction~ ~Became a FU GodMother~ There seems to be something missing from my list.. I haven't tried for the spotlight!! Soooooo....if you find that you have some extra FU Bucks just laying around and wouldn't mind donating it to the GEMS Spotlight Fund, it would be greatly appreciated. If you would rather just come rate my pics (I got plenty lol) that would be appreciated too. **Thank You to those of you who have already given towards it.** This bulletin brought to you by ♡aGEM4life♡ ~♫♪HockingRadio™'s DJ Gemini♪♫

[so... I've Been Thinkin...]
*rubs his eyes* *thinks* I've been thinking about joining the peace corps. 3 problems arise. 1. My dog 2. 2 years. 3. Can I really cut it? I can't just say "hey put me here" but there are a couple specific places I'd like to go. Yes, there are 3rd world shit holes I actually want to live in for 2 years. Hard to imagine, isn't it? See, I'm wondering just how fuckin hard I'll have to work, how cut off from the world I'll be, and how psychologically devastating the experience may be BUT It's a foothold for my masters, and a great experience. I'd be at best 25 when I got back. I've been told it can be as diverse as a dirt farm in jamaica to a tech advisor in kazhakstan to teaching. I could probably take anything though, if I get to put the earth of the carribean under my feet again, the salty breeze in my nostrils, and the rustle of the tall grass in my ears. God I love that place. If I wound up in an industrialized area with internet, and a minifridge and some ki

So Ive Noticed
so i have noticed something about some people on fubar. They will only help out people that will give them something. be it bling or bombing them or whatever. I just have to say that those people that are like that are not real friends. if conversation and being there for a person isnt enough then they are not a real friend. a real friend doesnt want anything for their time or effort they do it because they want to. if i have to give someone bling to get bombed or bling or drinks or even for them to talk to me then i dont need friends like that. i would rather have a handful of real friends than thousands of people that i never talk to. thats stupid. and if you pay attention to some of the people on here that is all that they are about. they dont talk to anyone or do anything other than ask for rates or gifts or whatever. its retarded. and please dont get me started on the girls that will show their NSFW pics if you pay for them wtf is that about? anyway comments are appreciated rate i

So I Went Out Tonite...
I got wasted not on alcohol, but sniffing charlie. Every weekend it has come to that. I say I am not gonna do it anymore, and I don't. Only on the weekends do I do it. Cos I hang out with my friend Joanna. She is all I have of a friend out here anymore. It's like I am going even lower than I ever could imagine. I never do drugs! I am sad. Not to mention my health problems. What am I thinking. I guess I just have a brokenheart, and I can't get past it. I miss her so much. How could she just walk away, but at the same time tell me she still loves me? I don't get it.*shakes head*~NFA

So I Woke Up This Morning...
and I had 150 new friends requests....and I said what?! how the hell did that happen? seriously threw me off there....so Im looking through, and there's my pasty white ass, hangin off the lost cherry spotlight...no jokin! and I was like...what the hell is that doin up there?! cause I knew I bid for it last night, but I totally did it as a joke knowing I wouldn't get it...well I did. so today Im *hopefully* going to start work on my new costume for both halloween and anime usa...Im going to be mikuru chan!!! here's a couple pics for you to see the outfit that I have to sew...in 21 days... lol haha, that's gonna be awesome. I love the fact that it's a waitress outfit, and omg, its just all around cute! anyways I gotta run out and grab breakfast for the moms and me (neither of us feels like cooking, lol) so I'll be back in a jiffy. or a few. whichever you like.

So I Wake Up At 4am....
because my dog decided to sit on my face and star longingly out the window. So I push the PitButt off my facial area and let both dogs out to go to the bathroom then promptly turn around to get some tea...woke up face down on the livingroom floor with the dogs licking me about 10 minutes later. I have no clue what that was all about about. I'm hoping it had something to do with being half asleep and the cold night air hitting me after leaving my warm bed. Either that or cancer is attacking my brain. I'm hoping it was the air. I never really liked air. It's always blowing me in public like a drunken promp date. Now I lay me down to sleep, stop by my window and take a peep. If I should rise before I wake, hop on top and ride my steak. That's not a bad little perverted rhyme for a quarter till 5am. Yay me. -Robert

So I Was Wondering
So while I was reading, I got to thinking...yeah i know some of you in the surrounding areas smelled the smoke...anyways, I was wondering if anyone made animated pictures....Not so much the morphs..since I've already got a great morph made by Crazysane. My original thought would be to hold a contest..I'm not ready for the headache of a contest right now...but..I was wondering if anyone could make me an animated picture out of as many of my personal pictures as possible(my default included!). I'm not asking for much..Am I???

So I Was Hungry . . . .
It was a snowy sunday afternoon . . . actually it was today. My mom went to Las Vegas when I was at my friend's house, without telling me. She called to apologize for leaving, and when she left, I decided I was hungry. So I made a chicken - and - avocado - and cheese - and sour cream sandwich. And then I went to look for some chips. I decided that chips were too boring by themselves, and decided to make some dip. Or something like that. I chopped up an avocado, peeled it, then chopped up about 6 or 7 cherry tomatos, then chopped up some mushrooms. Then I put it all into a bowl with sour cream . . . but it didn't stop there. I heated up a pan with a tiny bit of water in it on the stove, and then when the water was bubbly, I put in the tomato-avocado-mushroom-sour cream mixture in. And after that began to fizzle, I decided it needed something, so I went for some eggs. I put in 4 eggs, and cooked it. The end product was an interesting-looking interesting-tasting slightly liqu

So I Wrote....
This one a while ago. I thought maybe I would work on it some more. Hmmm........Block! It has been so long, your touch, your look, so long. It's finally here. I get the call, a request for me to be ready to go in an hour. With excitement I get ready, dressed to please you. I answer the door to you, so sexy, so confident, ready to make up for the lost time. The gentlemen you are, you open the car door and hold my hand while I get in. Around to the otherside you climb in and we are on our way. To be sitting next to you again is so amazing, so complete. You hold my hand as you drive. We arrive at my favorite place to eat. Your attention to detail, like no one else. We eat, we talk, looking into each others eyes. We finish and we are on our way. You ask if I am ready to dance. Knowing me, which you know so well...I light up with antisipation. To be in your arms, dancing, so close to you. Heaven! We arrive at the only place we fit. We dance for hours (mind you my feet are screamin

So I Wait...
alone and wanting i wait for you to kiss me sweetly waiting for that moment where time stands still and life carries on without us in it i wait for you my knight in shining armour to ride up and carry me away and caress me tenderly and promise to keep me safe for always i wait for you to send shivers down my spine with your featherlight kisses and to touch me with your warmth i wait for you to catch me as i fall never to let me go and hold me like this forever i wait for you to bathe me in water lathering me sliding your body against mine cleaning me i wait for you to take my hand to hold holding you tight just the way u like i wait still for that one moment when you look into my eyes and say i love you and then i'll know im trully loved

So I Went To A Sick Ass........
Rave last night oh my god it was so much fun just even when i walked around gow sticking and dancing how ever i wanted and not to get jugded there or anything it was so much fun ran in to a bunch of old friends from high school and made alot of new ones!! i so cant wait to go to anouther one!!!

So I Was At 7-11 This Morning Listening To My Ipod When This Chick Says...
"hey, is that save ferris?" and i was like "yea. you reconized the horn section?" and she's like "i reconized everything about it." that was pretty damn cool. never talked to someone who knew who save ferris were, before.

So, I Went To The Doctor.
Yesterday, I finally went to the doctor and after all of the talking and telling, she is having me go to a cardiologist for an echo thing to check out how my heart is pumping. so next tuesday, i get to drive to another area here that i have never been to, to sit there and have another doctor poke and prod at me. it's ok tho, it has to be done. Waking up in the morning, in pain and swollen, is not how i like to start my days. losing my breath when i walk from the parking lot to the office is not what i would like to consider exercise. When i try to work in my garden or exercise or anything that requires actual activity, i end up hurting so bad (back etc) that i regret having started. Some people will look at me as i am now and probably say that my weight is the reason. well, keep this in mind, i have only had this much of a problem with my weight for the last 7 years. before that i was, at my heaviest, 160lbs. at my best 140lbs (1 am 5' 9', so its not a bad weight to be). I do not

So I Wrote Babyj
Mike, my name is Van, aka Captain Cooter. I've been making a bitchfit in the mumms lately, and written a blog saying all my feelings. Please, take a moment to read this: My thoughts. It may be a little long, but please read it all, all 3 blogs in Social Concepts...if you haven't already. Mike, I used to love this site. However I'm tired of being treated like a child. I've been mad for quite some time, but the latest trend in the mumms has been a catalyst for me. I apologize for going about this in the manner I have instead of coming to you directly, however I wanted to see if I was alone in my views. A lot of the older members to your site have disappeared, or are fuming quietly. The newer members are pissed about trivial things like the bouncer checks. I don't really know what to say that isn't mentioned in my blogs, but I do want to stress this one point: I used to love this site, and I want to love it again. I know that it can be great, but the moderators need to be moderat

So I Was In Berlin
As you may or may not know I know how to curse a bit in Russian, it is a really rather vulgar phrase so I won't repeat it here and being as my computer doesn't type Russian I can't even if I wanted too. You may be asking yourself why do I know such a vulgar phrase in Russian Well when I was living in Germany a group of us had the idea that it would be fun to go into East Germany and visit Berlin on both sides east and west. There were two Germany's once upon a time for you younger readers. So we arranged for a rental car, got the needed documentation and off we went on our adventure To get to Berlin then there was only one autobahn that people in West Germany could use to travel into Berlin – one of those eastern block things There were also a ton of rules for driving on that particular autobahn From both sides - Ours and theirs Their rules included not slowing down below a certain speed and if cameras were noticed in the car you could be stopp

So I Was Thinking........
Is it really too much for a guy to ask for. to have a woman walk into his place throw him on the bed and fuck him like she hated him, like she didnt even know him like she'll never see or talk to him again? no romance you dont have to call in the morning.................just a thought

So I Will Clarify
Last night I made some images for a friend of mine on here that happens to use the name "Support Chronic Grow today" Not that I have to explain explain myself but I will clarify, I dont judge anyone and I dont appreciate it when people assume. If you spell out "assume" it makes an ass out of u a me both Apparantly I have a couple of people on my firends list that assume that because I made these images for a friend with that user name, I actaully do exactly that. I don't!!!!! I dont support chronic nor am I growing today but.... I dont judge others who do. So..... for those of you who might think to much and feel you must preach to me, Dont preach to the choir and dont think so much. I am not on Fubar to be judge nor counseled. You know who you are, get a clue. Sorry to come off as a bitch but hey dont judge lest you be judged is my philsosphy. Have a great day and sorry to show this side of me but I must make myself clear, if you are a per say "friend" with that mu

So I Was Told
Ok so I was told that maybe just maybe I should "make" a damn blog.. so here we go. I dont know what the hell I am susposed to talk about in here but lets start with "current" events hows that? The things I hate, 1. Damn basterd liars... whats the point you know that you are going to get busted anyway and at some time you will fuck up and confess without even knowing you did! 2. Morons that think they are cooler then shit.. ok I tell you what I have yet to meet anyone that has been better then sliced bread... think about how damn cool and usefull is that.. sorry but there is nothing like putting something gooy on a piece of bread and throwing that basterd at the celing! Cant do that with a person, well ok you could but don't think that they would appriciate it to much.. moving on 3. Now some ppl wont take kindly to this.. but I am not very keen on women... yeah I know I am one myself but why would someone want to trust something that bleeds for days and DOSENT DIE? I tell you w

So I Was Thinking.....uh Oh..
Dont ask me what got me thinking on this subject today..mebbe it was reflection on a really bad saturday night drunk. Regardless of why, I found myself thinking how its funny how people come in and out of one's life. Sometimes its for the better, sometimes for the worse. Neither...unavoidable. Some just pass through, others last a lifetime. People will come and go..each leaving a little something behind with the person who's life they've touched. Good memories are great no matter what. But it seems like the bad memories, no matter how miniscule are the ones that are dwelled upon. Drudged up over and over, thrown into the mix so to speak, to be mulled over and spit back in the face of the person who's hurting. It seems like those people who pass through our lives quickly are sometimes the one's who hurt us the most. No, its not always intentional...but it doesnt make it hurt any less.

So I Went Out Yesterday And Bought Some Medicine.
thats right I went out yesterday looking to do something fun and started feeling ill so I went to the store and got some cold and flu medicine.. I hope that its just a 24 hour bug I hate being sick... my head is pounding like I spent all night drinking but I'm done dry as far as booze... I just don't understand how I fell to being sick... I got all those good multivitamins the doctor says take and I eat lots of fruit and vegetables.. I think we should boycot Dr.'s until they fix the way they work... I mean its ok to tell me to take something if I'm sick but if you tell me to take it when I'm not sick and I get sick... all I can say is thats FUBAR... well I will let you go don't want to keep you to long... :D

So... I Was Wrong
I’m not happy I can’t fake it; Life is stupid I can’t take it! So I’m leaving no returning, all my bridges I am burning. Say goodbye now guess it’s my fate, you had your chance now it’s too late. Will you miss me? Cause I doubt it, I don’t want to talk about it. We have done this all before, I can’t do it anymore. Cause I’m tired and I’m jaded, cause I’m broken and I’m faded. You tried your way now it’s mine, leave me alone I’ll be fine. Cause I’m so weak yet I’m so strong, take a look back you were wrong. It is so hard but I’m trying, all the smiles hide the crying. You don’t get me it’s sad but true; I am trying to forgive you. You can take back all the words that you said, but it’s no good the're in my head. Their replaying they are taunting, they wont quit it they are haunting. I can’t move on they hold me back, they are waiting to attack. Your words hurt me can’t you see that? I am stuck right where I’m at. {This was written

So, I Wrote A Poem. . .
llusionary Winter Duet by: R.M.M. I dream through tear glittered eyes of something beautiful. As my mind slowly passes over to slumber land, the tears change. Suddenly, they were never tears at all, but snowflakes resting on my lashes. The pain in my heart was never pain at all, just sweet gasps from the chilled air. There is no lifeless cotton lump carelessly nestled in my arms. Instead, you are there resting gently against me warm and alive. I don't lay in that place as I used to in the other with tangled sheets and covers. If anything is tangled, than it is my arms within yours. We move and sway a bit like children under the winter moon. Our shadows silently mimicking our motions in the snow. You smile and I return it with my own cheery one. Under the waning beams of the moon our lips meet and the dream is over far too soon.

So...i Was Thinking...
What’s up everybody??? I hope you’re all having a good night :-) I’m trying to tie up some loose ends so I can have some down time this weekend...It’s garden time-YAY!!! But, while I’m playing in the dirt, I’m going to be thinking about my next video line...Here’s YOUR opportunity to give me some food for thought :-) What do you want to see me do? What do you miss in your porn right now? Hit me back with some of your thoughts, and I’ll add them to mine :-) Thanks everybody-it’s porn for the people by the people LOL!!!

So I Was Cleaning Out A Desk
We're trying to move in a desk the hubby's grandfather made to use in the office. So out goes the POS 15 year old particle board u-build-it desk... as I was cleaning out all my old stuff, I cam across my old 14400 baud modem :P

So I Was Reading A Comic, And...
First off let me state this, I read comics/manga/graphic novels, whatever you wanna call them. I'm amazed by the skill it takes to consistently draw the same character(s) in different poses and situations and have them still retain their individual looks. So, as the title was saying, I was reading a comic, and thought to myself. "I wonder if I could make a (hand drawn) comic." I've made little joke comics with 4 panels using simple graphics programs like MS Paint, and they seemed to get an alright response from people I showed them to. They were mostly stick figure's wearing T Shirt's with funny sayings I thought up and doing strange things that were slightly humorous. So the next week, I bought an artist's tablet and some sketching pencils. Got a book that showed the basics of sketching and tried my hand at it. I could NOT have been ANY worse at it than I turned out to be. For some reason I can picture these amazing pictures in my head, but when I try to compose them on paper I

So I Was Thinking..
I thought I'd browse through the MuMMs for a bit, not really commenting on them, just looking. I went to one that had percentages of debt since Obama became President. Made me think of something that a woman at work said. She was telling that with Obama's new "plan" they aren't taking out federal taxes on paychecks. I never really noticed before, because for some reason I never had them taken out before. I had to write a thing telling them to take out the amount they take out now. It never changes. After she said that, everyone I work with started looking at their paychecks, and sure enough....they aren't getting federal taxes taken out. What I'm wondering is, will those people have to PAY next year or will they still get a federal tax refund?

So I Write A Lil Smut Now And Then
I've shared some of my writings with a few on here and starting to feel comfortable with actually posting some of it, if the interest is there. I'll be honest, Im a perv but this is a great outlet for all those (he he) thoughts. this opener is also to see if there is open interest and if not, well I'll just keep'm in PM's and delete this blog. Below is a short story, some on here have read already. Most of what I put in here will be along these same lines, so if it dont interest ya now, it wont on the next entry either, lol... anyway.. The fog had not lifted as John headed out to his truck. Even the slight mist falling did not break his minds thoughts of the night before. No, it was still wrapped in the warm sheets snuggled close to his lover, still sticky from their night of passion. Vivid memories of her face screaming out in ecstasy, flashed in his mind as he started his truck. The moans echoing in his head seemed to oscillate with the motor as it warmed up. Ev

So.. I Was Bored..
RULE 1: You opened this; you GOTTA take itRULE 2: You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages you and asks!LAST PERSON YOU....[1] Who was the last person you texted? Jay[2] You were in the car with? My step-dad[3] Went to the mall with? My bff Maria[4] Person you talked on the phone with? My Aunt[5] You messaged/commented on Fubar? I don't remember...T/F Only answer with True or FalseQ:Kissed some one on your top friends? FalseQ: Been searched By Cops? TrueQ: Been suspended from school? TrueQ: Sat on a roof top? FalseQ: Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? TrueQ: Broken a bone? FalseQ: Have shaved your head? FalseQ: Played a prank on someone? TrueQ: Had/have a gym membership? TrueQ: Shot a gun? FalseQ: Donated Blood? FalseWOULD YOU RATHER:[1] Eat or drink? Drink[2] Be serious or be funny? be funny [3] Go to the beach or mountains? beach[4] Die in a fire or die getting shot? shotANSWER TRUTHFULLY:[1] Sun or moon? moon[2] Winter

So I Was Looking At A Lady I Have Been Talking To's Pic..
So I was looking at your pictures and started to get hard and sweaty. I got the notion to reach down and adjust myself and then closed my eyes at my desk and began thinking about if I was there as you took them. Seeing your main picture just gets me so hot every time. I think about how much I wish I was there and could kneel down and spin you around and place my lips on you and give a soft and increasingly intense hum, reaching up and grasping your breasts and playing with them as I kiss around your panties and lick-nibble up to your lips. I would suck and bit a bit on your lower lip and then pull you in for a deep kiss. As I did all this I noticed your panties were getting moist and your hands were running all over my body. When I kissed you and you abruptly grabbed hold of my cock through my pants and felt me groan and kiss more passionately as you rubbed up and down the bulging length of my manhood. I would then walk you backwards as we played and set you on the edge of the back of

So I Was Looking At Your Picture And Thinking About...
How hot your look and how perfect your breasts are. I love the panties you have one, and the color goes great with your body, I can imagine you have deep eyes? Anyways I am imagining you doing a strip tease for me and about to throw your shirt at me. You throw it in my face and as I pull it off I notice you ran and jumped me (pushing me back on the bed). You started to give me deep kisses and slid your hand down my chest and you grab my belt and pull. I give a little groan and you feel my pants immediately fill up with my hidden hardness. You then undo and rip off my belt and quickly rip my cock out and begin to fondle it and my balls. Meanwhile you are still kissing me and I am caressing your sides, ass and chest. After about a minute you bite your lip and look into my eyes and then nibble and lick your way down my body and give a long lick all the way up my shaft. This causes me to shiver and arch my back a bit as you take me into your mouth and give me the most amazing head ever. As

So I Woke Up Exhausted...
On the phone with Princess until 2am. Had to be up for work at 5am. My own stupidity. Yes, I was a completely selfish asshole to probably the most wonderful woman in the world. Much apologizing ensued on my part. Moral of the story, be a jackass, wake up tired. Had to do a job interview today. Didn't go well. I hate crushing someone's hope for something better. Especially here. I've come to really like these people. Amazing, since their Pashtun cousins in Afghanistan are mostly sub-human troglodytes. I've found Pakistani Pashtuns to be warm, friendly people. I hate seeing them get blown up. Spent some time this afternoon hanging with the Pakistani cops drinking chai. Great bunch of guys really. Most hospitable people in the world. I honestly like them far better than some of the imbecile Americans I work with. Its amazing how one side of their society can be so byzantine and conspiratorial, while on the other hand, they can also be the most simple and giving of people

So I Was Eating A Sausage
Earlier I got hungry so I rummaged around in my fridge for food. I see we had a sealed packet of a Polish sausage. It was one of those big curvy ones like this. Anyways it was sealed in that clear stuff so I cut the edge bit off with scissors and turned it upside down to see whether you haz to take the skin off to eat and then the juice stuff all dripped out. Then I got Polish sausage juice all down muh PJ's. I did consider not telling you guys because of the OBVIOUS jokes, but I found it funny that this really did happen and it was so completely innocent. :p

So I Was Thinking...
So..like I said, I have been thinking.. Have you ever had a moment where you realized that a certain opportunity might pass you by if you don't grab it by the horns and take it RIGHT NOW! Well I have... And I am realizing that if I don't take an opportunity to do this right now, I might lose it forever. Besides I have eaten way too many vitamins. So I am ranting...and I miss him...and a bunch of other crap... So I have decided that I will get to that destination.. NAO. Okay maybe not now..but when I eat. I should pack more vitamins...

So I Went To Work The Door Thing In The End
I can't believe I made actual mumms about it and that actual mumm comments influenced my decision!!! :o Anyway, all in all it was a pretty good night. The guy ended up paying BOTH of us even though I was just there for the lolz, but I did end up doing a lot of work anyway. He asked me if I wanted to help him out again at another event...meh it's fun I guess but tres annoying. Taking the cash and giving change is easy but I guess being sociable is also part of the job description. Whoever said I'd get hit on was right lol. I had a bunch of drinks lined up at the back from guys even though I told them I wasn't meant to be drinking on the job. (which was a lie...the manager got us drinks as well, I guess normal rules don't apply!) It's fun, but a bit annoying when they hold up the line. The promotion thing...I don't mind doing it but I'd rather not. Standing out in the cold talking to strangers and trying to convince them into going to the bar is just bleh and I got a sore throat

So I Will Make This Open To Everyone
so my mom tells me to call, and bitches, and then doesnt answer.....whatever the job hunt is kinda looking good =] and friends of friends, who have no salute, should really stfu, and stay out of my buisness..how can they even see my page when i have it shut out to people with no salutes? whatever, jealousy isnt pretty... and to the rest of you IFLY!!!!!!! well some of you, the rest i just mildly like =]

So I Was In The Itunes Store Just Now
and I saw these masked idiots called Hollywood Undead, and wondered what the hell... and now I wish I hadn't clicked. The music industry deserves to die, but why the hell are they trying to take us with them?

So Jo What Do You Think ?
One thought, one heart, one desire One Thought living in a moment set afire One heart that beats to see one face true One desire belonging always to you True dream, true faith, true feeling True dreams of one who is a healing True faith due to one who does renew True feelings for one and only for you Found hope, found joy, found love Found hope a feeling from heaven above Found joy in the sight of your smile Found love in a moment shared for awhile Dreaming free, dreaming desire, dreaming you Dreaming free of a dream that I pray to come true Dreaming desire for the soul who completes me Dreaming you and needing me in time we may see By R. Thomas Dinsmore

A Sojourn Into The Night Air
Walking the dark streets, I can see how much has changed, the city that never sleeps,looks like a ghost town. Windows boarded up, cars speeding through the area with no intention of stopping. Where's the police when you need them.....No one would be foolish enough to come down here, not at this hour...Here and there the odd person is moving about, hurriedly, hoping to make it home and to safety. Across the street, a man dressed in a suit and trenchcoat is rushing along to the train platform. He is talking on his cell and padding along redfaced in the night. Stopping in front of an abandoned store front, he appears to be having signal trouble. He puts down his briefcase and begins the ritual of trying to re-establish contact. What occurs next happens all too often these days. Shaking my head, I continue on down the street. A howl and a dark form come through the shop window and engulf the man, the man panicked screams are drowned by the sounds of tearing sinew, cracking bo

So Just Kiss Me
This poem is probably my favorite. There's another poem by e.e. cummings that I really like that I'll have to dig out. I hope you enjoy this! So just kiss me and let my hair messy itself in your fingers tell me nothing needs to be done-- no clocks need winding There is no bell without a voice needing to borrow my own instead, let me steady myself in the arms of a man who won't ask me to be what he needs, but lets me exist as I am a blonde flame a hurricane wrapped up in a tiny body that will come to his arms like the safest harbor for mending ~Jewel Kilcher

So Just Who R You?
Over the past week I have learned alot about true friendship and fake people. I've known the diffrence between people who will be there for You and the ones that just want to take You for what ever they can get, and turn on You when given the chance. I have alwasy prided myself on being able to know the diffrence, but this time I WAS CAUGHT SLIPPIN. I wont put out any names cuz that just aint me. I think every one has had a person like this in their life at one point or another, and You can probably relate to what I'm saying about those "FAKE ASS PUNK MUTHER FUCKERS". They sure have a way sliding in to Your life just under the radar. I just goes to show that one can never be to cautious in trying to decide who to let in and who to tell to "GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU LITTLE BITCH ASS MUTHA FUCKA" I shouldent be so bitter at these people because it's those type of people that come in and out of Your life that make the real ones that much more valued in life. So to all of the people out in

So, Just How Do You Say So Long To Someone You Never Really Met?
SO, JUST HOW DO YOU SAY SO LONG TO SOMEONE YOU NEVER REALLY MET? SOMEONE YOU NEVER TOUCHED OR FELT, BUT YET, THERE ARE FEELINGS, STRONG FEELINGS THAT YOU GET FROM THE TYPING, THE WORDS AND A PICTURE OF A SMILE A SMILE SHARED WITH THE WORLD BUT YOU TO NOT REGRET. I LEARNED FROM YOU AS FROM SO MANY OTHERS AND I KNOW THERE WAS, OH, SO MUCH MORE TO DISCOVER. HOW CAN YOU GIVE BACK A HEART THAT YOU HAD NEVER SEEN TO BEGIN WITH AND YET YOU OFFERED IT LIKE IT WAS REALLY YOURS WHILE THE WORLD LOOKED ON BUT THEY NEVER HEARD THE TYPING OF OUR FINGERS THAT WERE OUR ONLY WORDS SO HERE I AM THINKING THAT I?LL MISS YOUR PICTURE THE WORDS ON THE SCREEN AND YOUR LITTLE TYPED WINKIE ;-) BUT NEVER A TOUCH, NOT EVEN A PINKIE MUCH LESS LIPS AND ARMS AND LEGS AND SWEAT OR A LITTLE KINKY JUST LITTLE EMOTICONS ALL RUN TOGETHER IT FELT LIKE I NEVER REALLY KNEW YOU AT ALL BECAUSE EVERY SITE

So, Just What Is A Pagan?
We are not evil. We don't harm or seduce people. We are not dangerous. We are ordinary people like you. We have families, jobs, hopes, and dreams. We are not a cult. This religion is not a joke. We are not what you think we are from looking at T.V. We are real. We laugh, we cry. We are serious. We have a sense of humor. You don't have to be afraid of us. We don't want to convert you. And please don't try to convert us. Just give us the same right we give you--to live in peace. We are much more similar to you than you think. ~Margot Adler When one defines oneself as Pagan, it means she or he follows an earth or nature religion, one that sees the divine manifest in all creation. The cycles of nature are our holy days, the earth is our temple, its plants and creatures our partners and teachers. We worship a deity that is both male and female, a mother Goddess and father God, who together created all that is, was, or will be. We respect life, cherish the free will of sentient bei

~so, Just What Is Bdsm?~
So, what is BDSM? Simply put, BDSM stands for Bondage and Discipline, Domination and submission, Sadism and Masochism. But each of these "words" encompass many meanings of their own. But even beyond BDSM, there are other elements involved that make this such an interesting and exciting way of life and love. Frequently the different areas of BDSM overlap into one another, as a bondage scene might include humiliation, or a D/s relationship might incorporate fetishism, etc. But just as frequently, there are purists who only care for one aspect of the lifestyle. It is our hope to explore each one and give you the clearest picture of each. In general, there is no hard and fast rule for what is right and what is wrong .....it depends on the individuals involved. Having said that, there is one creed we all agree on. All play must be: SAFE, SANE & CONSENSUAL "Mutual consent is what distinguishes BDSM from abuse and assault, just as consent distinguishes sex from rape" From "Facts a

So Just Wonderin
i was thinking of of getting my first tattoo, wondering if anyone has any good and/or bad experiences trying to make up my mind. I'm thinking of getting a shooting star and my kids names in the sparks flying off but have to find design too, any help on that would be nice also. take care, been awhile i hope i haven't been forgotten intirly *smiles*

So Just Kiss Me
So just kiss me and let my hair messy itself in your fingers tell me nothing needs to be done - no clocks need winding There is no bell without a voice needing to borrow my own instead, let me steady myself in the arms of a man who won't ask me to be what he needs, but lets me exist as I am a blonde flame a hurricane wrapped up in a tiny body that will come to his arms like the safest harbor for mending

So Just Wondering
I found out that my ex husband put up some pretty raunchy pics of me - without permission, of course, and he had also told me these pics had been destroyed (LIAR!). So I was wondering if anyone would be interested in seeing the pics I have of him and his - and his equipment, such as it is. Not to be mean, but I'm pretty sure he might not be too happy if I were to play the same stupid game he's playing. But yeah - I have pics! Wanna see? Just let me know.

So, Just Stuff And Things...
Everyone talks about how they hate drama here, and stuff like that. I haven't seen many words here, so the drama statements seem odd. I'm sure there's drama, and words and stuff here somewhere though. Whatever it could be amusing. lol. To each their own. I got chewed on today. It's kinda weird. I do like being chewed on. I didn't expect it from the person who did it though. I thought, and think she is a relationship. I think it's a romantic one, she called someone baby, and told them she loved them on the phone. She has pictures of them on her profile on another site. The caption reads " Me and my baby " I think she is kissing him in one. Biting doesn't have to be sexual. It could just be a weird random thing. It happened more than once though. And she left a mark on my neck. Biting uhm, " turns me on. " Not a difficult thing to do, but that's what it does. So I didn't and still don't know how to take it. I didn't really want it from her. I guess I never said

Soju: The Most Popular Booze In The World
Attention pub quizzers and booze geeks. There's a brand of one particular spirit that sells more than twice as much as any other in the world. Any guesses? If you said vodka, back of the class. The answer is soju, national hooch of South Korea. Jinro Soju – available at Waitrose and Amazon – has topped Drinks International's annual list of best-selling global spirits for years, notching up sales of 65m nine-litre cases in the 2013 list. That would be three times more than Smirnoff. Soju now sells in 80 countries, with a rising profile helped by Korean superstar Psy, who not only proclaimed soju his "best friend" but also lent his dark-glassed visage to various campaigns to get the rest of the world smitten too. "K-Pop K-Shot" billboards sprouted across America, showing Psy clutching a bottle of Chamisul soju (available via Beers of Europe). A pioneering soju outlet at the LA Dodgers baseball arena sold out its supply after three games. In New York, bars hawk apple soju ape

So Kissable...
One of my great friends is in her first contest and it ends tonight. She is in 3rd place right now. All you have to do is rate the pic. All you have to do is click the link below. Click here----- If you give her at least 100 comments I will buy you a vip gift and give you 15 11's. After you are done commenting her at least 100 times just click the link below and sent me a shout or a private message letting me know. Thanks for everyone's help. MUAH Click here when you are done-----Bisexual_Rachel *FU-Bombers Co-Owner Co-Founder*@ fubar

Solace
A molevolent anger fleeting images of freedom. Timed bliss never enduring. Peace leaves in its wake agony. Another pill for a moment of pleasure. Why don't good feelings come without a cost? They do but i don't know if I could take the feeling of such loss a second time. Will you join me on this journey? Dare I leave? Questions and uncertainty cost more than life itself. Live, love, lament, lost and left. So begins another epic sojourn into a greater existence. Dare I seek utopia once more? I think i've wandered into a new world without knowing. Experience has readied me this time around. I see more now that I was blind to before. I will not walk blindly into this like a lamb to the slaughter so many times we have done this before. I can't hurt worse than I already have. Solace

Sola ~ Alone
Lyrics Homemade Disco Ball! Trailer Explosion! Alone living in the disappointment Alone treating my heart I happen the days And I do not manage to start myself your love Alone looking which was my error Alone if there was I apologize to recover you Today it would be my big salvation I cannot forget To erase your memory I cannot extract you of my heart One has turned me I infer To live without your love I cannot believe that ours He has died I cannot keep on supporting the pain I boil away inside And I die weeping for your farewell Alone and my agenda me around Alone without course without direction I happen the days And I do not manage to start myself your love Alone looking which was my error Alone if there was I apologize to recover you Today it would be my big salvation I cannot forget To erase your memory I cannot extract you of my heart One has turned me I infer To live without your love I cannot believe that ours

Solace [part 7]
Everyday hurts a little more than the last. Shadows cling to my every step. No more shelter my walls have crumbled away. My only recourse is to hold my breath and slowly disappear. The shadows that cling to me will become me. In darkness I find another hiding place in my heart.

So Last Night. . .
I have stated many times that I love to know everything. I have a need for knowing what is not widely known. I am a trivia nut. I know stupid little facts that are only useful when playing Trivial Pursuit, NTN Trivia or watching Jeopardy. Not too many times in my life do I get to use the useless knowledge rotting my grey matter and this post is no different. I have no story of "Man I got to drop some knowledge today and I got this "hotty" to dance on my face." That would have been a great story… Sorry, still thinking about that visual. And I am really sorry for putting that visual in your heads. I digress. The pursuit of knowledge did, however, bring me to the keyboard today. I got home from work last night and my roommate was up. He could not sleep, which is something that plagues the both of us, so I wasn't too surprised to see him sitting on the couch when I walked in the door. He was watching a film that he had been telling me about and that I have wanted to see for sometime.

So, Last Night....
FUCKING ROCKED. I'm paying for it today with a nasty hangover, but it's worth it. Phillip (lead singer for Caddle) remembered me from previous shows and makeout sessions and I got a free tanktop that is now adorned with lots of pretty little autographs... I also kinda stole his bandana and his lighter. :) They gave me a CD because my other one was kidnapped by a family member of mine. In true Kristin fashion I got onstage and was treated like a true groupie princess, so I was all kindsa in heaven. I fucking LOVE those guys... and you can bet your sweet ass that I'll be back at Monsoons on the 20th to party it up with them again. Maybe this time I'll take them up on their offer to go back to their hotel.... *grin* xo Kristin

Solar System
Solar System Sun diameter: 1 392 700 km temperature at the center: 15 000 000 ° Celsius temperature at surface: 5800 ° Celsius time for one rotation: at the equator about 25 days proper motion: with about 20 km/sec. in direction to constellation Herkules -------------------------------------------------- Mercury diameter: 4840 km distance of orbit from Sun (average): 57 900 000 km time for one turn around the Sun: 88 days time for one rotation: 59 days surface temperature: -200 to +350 ° Celsius -------------------------------------------------- Venus diameter: 12 200 km distance of orbit from Sun (average): 108 000 000 km time for one turn around the Sun: 225 days time for one rotation: 243 days surface temperature: about 460 ° Celsius ------------------------------------------------- Earth diameter: 12 757 km distance of orbit from Sun (average):

Solace......
Last night I lay in bed and thought of you. The nights have just begun to chill here. I lay with the window open, a cool breeze blowing across my body, and I was refreshed. I listened to the sounds of the wind chimes outside my window and felt the warmth of your presence with me. I know that in that moment you were thinking of me too. Could you hear me? Could you hear my breathing increase as my need for you grew? Could you see me? Could you see my fingers? See my chest rise and fall with my need?

Solaris
Solaris - 2003 Superstar George Clooney turns in a stellar Performance in this "brilliant Sci-fi movie" from academy award winners Stephen Soderbergh and James Cameron. Aboard a lonely space station orbiting a mysterious planet, terrified crew members are experiencing a host of strange phenomena, including eerie visitors who seems all too human. And when psychologist Chris Kelvin (Clooney) arrives to investigate, he confronts a power beyond imagining that could hold the key to mankind's deepest dreams...or darkest nightmares. Co-starring Natascha McElhone and Jeremy Davies, Solaris is "mind-bending". Okay the back of the movie always talks it up. But what was not mentioned was the vagueness of the plot. I walked away from watching this thinking "why the hell did i buy this trash?" The movie was slow, hard to keep my attention to. This might be attractive to some but i have to say that this movie was a big disappointment to me. I usually like Clooney's work but good actors

So Last Night In Jersey...
...i had lots of fun with Ryan and stuff. and he was acting all weird and stuff... and chris didn't help me and stuff... and Ruby... WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU AND STUFF?!?!?!?!

So.... Last Night's Events @ Rebounds... Seriously Unbelieveable. :/
We didn't play. Lame. Not because we didn't go, which we did. Not because we didn't feel like it, we wanted to. However, there was just a shitstorm of miscommunication that contributed to everyone getting fucked over... We didn't even know if any other bands were playing. Had no clue. Didn't know what time we were supposed to play, although we had to be there by 7:30. We were then told that MonTana (Sith Entertainment, the girl that booked us) was going to be there at 8:30pm, and was also supposed to be our door person. Joe called the bar and asked if there was a PA system there--this happened around 12pm. Person on other end of the phone said there was. Sweet! Get there, no one knows what's going on. Upside is that Tasha, the bartender, was not only really damn hot, but a total sweetheart as well, and made the whole ordeal much more manageable. The downside was that there was no PA. Despite what we were told before... Then we're told that the bar's owner was

The Solace
Solace did I seek within your arms, and haven calm you were when all around us raged the night and seas as high as mountains threatened with their roar. Enfoldment of silence and a stillness born of ages did I feel from you, so patient your acceptance of my tears and of my youth, you questioned not, just stroked my hair, your breath the tides, the hush of night wind caught in stately elms - oh how you soothed me, healed me of the days ... In your remembrance, a gust of rain the window holds at bay.

The Solar (plexus) Chakra
The Solar controls our will, our personal power. It also controls our upper intestines and upper back and spine. . . The say our true wisdom comes from the healthy workings of this chakra. It brings us our strength, our courage and our will to succeed, achieve and survive. The Solar chakra, when functioning negatively can cause a person to be very fearful. They suffer from a low self esteem. They have very little self worth. They may allow others to push them around and control them. They can become very indecisive, fearing to make any decisions or commitments to anyone or anything. Because the Solar governs the stomach, many ulcers and stomach di-orders are caused by stress that is caused by excessive worry over the future. When this chakra is not functioning properly, we become very fearful. We carry many burdens and worries for the future and this can cause back problems as well. The old saying 'whose burdens are you carrying on your back' have a very symbolic meaning to thi

So Lame
[02:57] I do like man U tho [02:57] lol [02:57] like you even know where Man U is [02:58] it's in Manchester [02:58] and where is Manchester [02:58] England [02:59] lamer [02:59] haha [02:59] it's in the South of England [03:00] near Buckinghamshire and this represents the majority of Manchester United fans.. Sad really.... (and I don't even support football but I do know about not jumping on the bandwagon)

Solar Eclipse August 1
Viewer's Guide: Aug. 1 Solar Eclipse Joe Rao SPACE.com Skywatching Columnist SPACE.comFri Jul 25, 12:45 AM ET Friday, August 1 is a red-letter day for eclipse enthusiasts. On that date, the sun will be partially eclipsed over an immense area that includes western and central Asia, parts of northern and central Europe, all of Greenland and even a small slice of northeastern North America. A total solar eclipse — the first in nearly two and a half years — will be visible along a narrow track that will start over the Northwest Passage of Canada, gives a glancing blow to northern Greenland, then shifts southeast through Siberia and western Mongolia and before ending near the famed Silk Route of China. The path of totality for this upcoming eclipse is never more than 157 miles (252 km) wide. Where it's visible The total eclipse begins at sunrise over Northern Canada's Queen Maud Gulf, where the moon's umbra will first touch down on the Earth, resulting in Canada's hostin

Solared Has Auto-11s!
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Solace
Seems like yesterday we were riding the bus touring the cityWhether it was to Montgomery wards where i didn't listen when you told me to tie my shoes and i ended up with stitches or to toys r us so i could get the latest ninja turtle toy. I remember all those times I'd stay over your house. You'd let us run around and play with the other kids until dinner time. You were always happy that we were having fun. I remember the Halloween that i was dressed up as smurfette and the pants kept ripping.no matter how how many times it took you kept trying to stitch them together so i could go back out and collect more candy. Now all i can do is sit by your side and watch time go by. I hope that i have been the grandson that you had hoped for. I hope I'm the man that you expected me to be. You've taught me so much throughout the last 27 years. Its from you that i have learned what honor and respect are. Watching how you handled all the rough times has shown me what undying love means. I'm not sure

Solar Power
Here comes the Sun - with all the energy for free. You can take care of all your energy needs simply by tapping into 'solar power'. All day, and if you can store it, all night. All you need is a device that saves and converts solar energy. There are different ways of going about it, depending on your particular needs. Solar Power for Home

Solace
In your voiceI can hear the painof past loves deflatedflattening your beliefthat you are worthy.Your eyesare colored sadnessdarkenedand not wantingto be blue.God, I could love youso easilyhope could be renewedand you'd knowyou are the perfect creationof a mighty maker.Skin to boneand mine to yourshow I'd like to show youelation is possibleeven at our age.Do you believe there is still timeto get caught up in the beautiful complicationsaccompanying love. Consider me, will you,let's track solace down togetherhopelessness is oldand ready to take leaveand I imagine retiringin your arms. Poem By Tammy C.

Solace....
the very word means "refuge, rest, comfort, peace"..yet lately, its been hard to find. Personal problems have been causing undue drama and tension and its starting to exasperate me. I've never ran from a fight, but I wanna run into some safe arms...if she would take me.

"solace Seekers" What We Are About And How To Join
"So I think we should start a new trend on Fubar. All of the really nice people who dont want to be perved and want a true friend should come say hi, add me and lets be a community of friends we can be proud of and find solace in. Lets make each other smile" This was my status one day and i had an amazing response from both men and women who thought this would be a great idea to have here in fubar. It quickly went from a status, to an idea, followed by concept, and into the creation of the "Solace Seekers". The idea is simple, a group of people that can be trusted to chat with, vent, and help everyone inside of the group to level and be free of drama, perversion, fu whoring, and help create smiles on an other wise bad day. The rules are simple as well; 1) Have an approved salute 2) Anyone caught fu whoring or perving will be blocked by all in the group a) fu whoring is described as offering nsfw

Solar Power For Home Use
Solar panels are becoming more and more affordable with more installers and manufacturers competing for residential customers. Click here to read more - home solar power system and photovoltaic systems There are also a wealth of incentives available to homeowners depending on the state that you live in. Federal tax rebates and incentives have opened up solar power systems to all audiences. In order to get started with solar power you need to take the following steps: 1. Obtain a Free Consultation: Some solar installation companies will even guide you through the rebates procedure. Be sure to ask a lot of questions at this stage about equipment, service contracts, or additional financing. The installers will go over your electric bills and usage patterns to give you an accurate estimate. The initial estimate will show you how much you can save with solar and what the expected payback period will be. 2. Proposal: This is where the company will prepare a written request for proposal o

So Last Night, I Had This Stupid Idea
I took this screen name as a joke, because the Large Hadron Collider at CERN sounds like it's some kind of porn film starring the Higgs Boson. So here I am a few years later thinking that what if Higgs Boson were a super hero? The so-called "god particle", the theoretical fundamental building block of all matter in the known universe. What traits would a super hero with that name take on? I asked myself, in reverse of most super heroes who name themselves once their powers are discovered. If this were a comic book character, Higgs Boson would be super-dense, and have the biggest ego in the universe. As far as he's concerned, he may as well be God, because the real one hasn't shown up yet. These would be his only super powers. Neither of them being any true benefit, his winning out through sheer force of will and averting danger via bumbling, yet good natured stupidity (and a whole lot of luck, much to the annoyance of foe and friend alike!) Anyone know how to draw? I'll marry you as

Solar Homes
With all the improvements we have had in solar energy since the 80's. Why are the new homes and businesses not being built with solar panels instead of using the old electrical system that is very unfriendly to our enviornment?

Solar System Apology
As this has happend to me before it should not be a suprize that it happend again....Yesterday I typed out about what would equel 6 to8 pages of info explaining my ground breaking theory on how are solar system was formed. I wanted to spell check my work. And not being an avid typest it took a while to write..When I went to hit the submit button I got a message stating My session had expired....No matter what I did it would not accept my writings I did notice 19 people had viewed my blog...And am very happy to see that. I thought (like a fool) that maybie if I hit refresh my session would return to normal (I was very tired at this point) When I did that every thing was wiped clean. So im going

Solar Panels On Our Poles.
Solar Panels on our poles. PSE&G is investing $515 million dollars as a result of a government mandate that says 23 % of their electricity must be generated from renewable sources by 2021. They are mounting 200,000 individual panels. One panel will provide enough energy in 1 year to light 4 – 60 watt bulbs 24/7 for 6 weeks. Fucking WOW. Really? That’s $2575 each. That’s 0.0002 Kw/hours. Assuming a 10 year life span, that works out to a cost per Kw of $1073. Who was the dim bulb that thought this was a good idea? And guess who is going to pay for it. If the 200,000 solar panels were all in one place it would cover 170 acres and provide enough power for 6500 homes. Hmmmm so PSE&G is telling us that it take 1937674 square feet of solar cells to power 1 home. That’s 440 X 440 feet. So how will all these cells mounted on homes help you? Unless you have a big house it’s not going to. It might reduce your electric bill by a few percent. Don’t get me

Sol Children
Once there was this boy from Mars and this girl from Venus. Not only had they come from different planets but different eons. They both lived such very different lives and yet in some ways very similar lives. Very dark painful lives in so many ways. He lost his mother when he was very young and she her father. They both suffered physical and mental abuse from those who should have loved them unconditionally. They both found that this pain forged in them special powers. The power to create tremendous beauty with but mere flicks of their hands. To see things others missed. Some how in this infinite large dark universe they found each other. And for a time they found paradise. But maybe nothing is meant to last forever. And maybe the differences were too much. Fate had other plans and she found her father... The future is yet unwritten... for Kimberly ~Lorenzo the ModernDaVinci

Soldier
Long dusty road reminds me of life I see for miles and miss my wife She cried the day I left Knowing Iraq was just ahead Terror struck me when I hit the ground The amazing rush knowing I was serving for american ground My children know daddy is gone They think he is a hero with fatigues on Them not knowing how I yearn for them every day This desert gets lonely even for a soldier these days I hope they grow up and know I lost friends on this ground So they could grow up in a country and be proud We try to fly our flag wherever we go But the people here some friendly and some not so This war we wage is hard on us all But we know once its done America will stand tall This battle of shootings, kidnapping and beheadings fear us all But we know America will soon see victory with freedom of another democracy We are not here on our own accord But by those who find hate in their own heart They came to our land and wanted a fight So here we are with freedom at hand Our new

The Soldier
It's the Soldier, not the reporter who has given us the freedom of the press. It's the Soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It's the Soldier, not the politicians that ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. It's the Soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag. If you care to offer the smallest token of recognition and appreciation for the Military, please pass this on and pray for our men and women who have served and are currently serving our country and pray for those who have given the ultimate sacrifice for freedom. ~Author Unknown~

A Soldiers Dream
A LITTLE MAIDEN PASSING BY A LITTLE TWINKLE IN HER EYE A LITTLE SMILE,A LITTLE DATE TO MEET YOU WHEN THE HOUR IS LATE A LITTLE ROOM IN A SMALL HOTEL A LITTLE PROMISE NOT TO TELL A LITTLE QUESTION ANSWER YES A LITTLE FUSSING ON THE CHAIR A LITTLE MESSING OF THE HAIR A LITTLE BLOUSE THAT IS LAID ASIDE TWO LOVELY BREAST SHE CANNOT HIDE A LITTLE BLUSH UPOM HER FACE A FORM THAT IS SO GREAT A LITTLE SHADING OF THE LIGHTS A LITTLE BED WITH SHEETS SO WHITE A LITTLE HAND THAT GOES STEALING TO A PLACE WITH A FUNNY FEELING WITH A PILLOW FOR HER HEAD PLACED BENEATH HER HIPS INSTEAD A LITTLE EFFORT TO BEGIN A LITTLE HELP TO LET IT IN TWO LITTLE ARMS TO SQUEEZE SO TIGHT AND ASK DOES IT FEEL ALRIGHT SHE SIGHS AND SAYS IT FEELS GOOD A LITTLE MOVEMENT TO AND FRO SHE PANTS AND MOANS AND CLINGS TO YOU A SIGH, A CRY, AND THEN

Soldier
The Soldier I’ve fought up on high mountains, on dry deserts and on plains. I’ve fought in dazzling sunshine, and in snowfalls and in rains. I’ve fought my way through hedgerows, and on dozens of distant beaches. I’ve fought in dark infested swamps, with their gators, snakes and leeches. I’ve fought in ice cold foxholes, when feet were frozen numb. I’ve fought in stifling jungle heat, and rice patty’s stinking scum. I’ve fought down in dark tunnels, and in fields laden with flowers. I’ve been badly wounded in battle, and lay there alone for hours. I’ve fought with blind and total fury, and with gut wrenching fears. I’ve knelt beside downed comrades, and I could not hide my tears. I’ve fought with muskets and with lasers, with my helmet and my fists. I’ve fought hand to hand many times, those my bullets may have missed. I’ve fought from behind stone walls, from trenches and from tanks. I’ve paraded in splendid court yards, as people gave their

Soldier
Just a reminder........ Your alarm goes off, you hit the snooze and sleep for another 10 minutes. ** He stays up for days on end. You take a warm shower to help you wake up. ** He goes days or weeks without running water. You complain of a "headache" and call in sick. ** He gets shot at as others are hit and keeps moving forward. You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends. ** He still fights for your right to wear that shirt. You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket. ** He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags. You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you. ** He knows he may not see some of his buddies again. You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls. ** He walks the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists. You complain about how hot it is. ** He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow. You go out to lunch

A Soldier's Promise
A SOLDIER’S PROMISE The freedom to live The freedom to lie The freedom to give and take The freedom to buy. A soldiers promise The blowing wind The blazing hot sun The phone calls to tell you that the job is almost done A soldiers promise The dreams they come and The tears they flow The memories that stay forever In your heart. A soldiers promise Dusty boots Sun browned skin A watery smile A hug to hold one tight. A soldiers promise A saddened crowd The trumpet’s cry The guns they sound The flag draped coffin A soldiers promise FREEDOM FOR ALL

Soldier
-He carried the flag and bled for you all - Don't turn your back on him. -He answered the call, dealt death to them all - He's not the enemy. -He's come home tonight, no girl by his side - He's got no one to love. --HE'S ALONE-- Soldier Boy... You've come home - now. Soldier Boy... Now youre all alone... -He sits in the dark, black hole in his heart - His friends have not returned. -He screams to the night, there's no one to fight - The ghosts are in his head. -With tears in his eyes, the ghosts terrorize - He wakes in a cold sweat. --SO TERRORFIED-- Soldier Boy... You've come home - now. Soldier Boy... But there's no one home. -A gun in his hand, he's got a new plan - He'll take his life tonight. -The gun to his head, sad look in his eyes - A squeeze it all it takes. -Alone in the night, is how he will die - One last breathe escapes his lips. --HE'S GOING HOME-- Soldier Boy... You've gone home - now. Soldier Boy... Now you’re finally home.

A Soldier's Thoughts
AS he sat on the sand he woundered when he was going home knowing he couldn't till he made this land a peaceful one. Every day he sees men going home but there not walking out there in boxes and he don't know why most of these people don't want freedom. It's not this way in my land, we like walking down the street and not being shot at and holding our loves ones out of love and not fear. Some of these people are in our land and put us for what we're doing here well if they can do a better job then me I'll gladly trade places with them to be with my family and let them hit the ground when the shooting starts.

A Soldier Never Cries ( Yea Right)
A Soldier Never Cries As he sits alone on the plane, Thinking of his life back home And how he will never be the same. His family and daughter praying that he will come back soon Wishing on the stars and even the moon And a small tear slides from his eyes But he remembers what his daughter told him, ¡°Daddy, a soldier never cries.¡± So he wipes away the tears and knows that he must be strong Instead he starts singing the tune to a very sad song He¡¯s scared to death of the thought that he might die And he¡¯ll have to watch in heaven as his funeral passes by. He steps out of the plane into a lonely place And sees a little boy with a look on his face A look of lost hope Lost dreams and a broken heart He searches for an answer, Where does he start? He takes the little boy¡¯s hand And gives him a piece of bread And they begin to walk in the hot sun and never-ending sand In a dangerous place so far away from love But somehow connected by God w

A Soldier’s Poem
A Soldier’s Poem I PAINT THE SKY WITH MY TEARS, A SOLDIER LOST IN IRAQ FOR A YEAR. THE TEARS I CRY ARE FOR LOVED ONES FAR FROM HERE. A SOLDIER OF ONE I CAN NEVER BE, FOR THE STRENGTH OF MY WIFE IS IN ME. FOR NO MAN IS AN ISLAND I’VE COME TO BELIEVE, FOR THE LOVE OF MY WOMAN I ALWAYS CARRY WITH ME! Written by: Jason Sanders (a.k.a.) Wildman

Soldiers Daughter
Last week I was in Atlanta, Georgia attending a conference. While I was in > the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to > clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the > greatest act's of patriotism I have ever seen. > > Moving thru the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camo's. As they > began heading to their gate, everyone (well almost everyone), rose > abruptly > to their feet with their hands waving and cheering. When I saw the > soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered, I realized > I'm not alone. I'm not the only red blooded American who still loves this > country and supports our troops and their families. > > Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung > heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can > go > to school, work and home without fear or reprisal. Just when I thought I > could not be more proud of my cou

A Soldier
Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. Soldiers are found everywhere...in love...in battle...in lust...in trouble...in debt...in bars and behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack. A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the PROTECTOR OF AMERICA, with the latest copy of playboy

Soldiers & Civilians
Soldiers and civilians Dear Civilians, We know that the current state of affairs in our great nation has many civilians up in arms and excited to join the military. For those of you who can't join, you can still lend a hand. Here are a few of the areas where we would like your assistance: (1) The next time you see an adult talking (or wearing a hat) during the playing of the National Anthem---kick their ass. (2) When you witness, firsthand, someone burning the American Flag in protest---kick their ass. (3) Regardless of the rank they held while they served, pay the highest amount of respect to all veterans. If you see anyone doing otherwise, quietly pull them aside and explain how these veterans fought for the very freedom they bask in every second. Enlighten them on the many sacrifices these veterans made to make this Nation great. Then hold them down while a disabled veteran kicks their ass. (4) (GUYS) If you were never in the military, DO NOT pretend that you

A Soldier's Prayer
Look God: I have never spoken to You, But now, I want to say, "How do You do?" You see God, they told me You did not exist; And like a fool, I believed all of this. Last night from a shell hole I saw Your sky; I figured right then they had told me a lie. Had I taken the time to see the things You made, I would know they weren't calling a spade a spade. I wonder, God, if You would shake my hand; Somehow, I feel that You will understand. Strange, I had to come to this hellish place Before I had time to see Your face. Well, I guess there isn't much more to say, But I sure am glad, God, I met You today. I guess the zero hour will soon be here, But I am not afraid since I know You are near. The signal - well, God, I will have to go; I love you lots, this I want you to know. Looks like this will be a horrible fight; Who knows, I may come to your house tonight. Though I wasn't friendly with you before, I wonder, God, if you would wait at the door. Look I a

A Soldier’s Letter To Daughter
A SOLDIER’S LETTER TO DAUGHTER The following letter was found on the body of Army Chief Warrant Officer Aaron Weaver when he died January 8, 2004, in a crash of a Black Hawk helicopter shot down by insurgents. Weaver scribbled the letter to his baby daughter, Savannah, while in a battlefield in Iraq. But he never mailed the letter. The letter arrived home with Aaron's personal items 2 months after his death. My Dearest little Savannah, I miss you so much. It seems like I had so little time with you before I left. Though we will have many fun times together over the next few years, I can't wait to see you again. I always knew that having children is special to a parent, but it means so much more than I ever imagined. I believe that I am probably the proudest dad ever. You are such a beautiful little girl and I can't wait till you call for me over and over. It is so hard to believe your mother and I could make such a special little thing. You

A Soldier
Do you know a Soldier?? They sleep on cots made for just one Sometimes even with their boots on They awake long before the sun And work very hard to stay strong Strong for themselves Strong for their families Strong for the country they serve Strong for the flag that waves above They work and train In the heat, cold, and rain They sweat, they swear Sometimes wondering why they are there In the distance they hear gun fire And watch the hawks fly over They pray for their brothers Their loved ones and themselves And yet they go on Doing their job Determined to make proud The ones that have passed on They fight for justice They serve for freedom They cry for the fallen And celebrate the day These are our soldiers Proud and strong Serving flag and country Away and at home For the job they do We need to give our support So they know they are loved From the depths of our hearts ~~ I write this for every soldier - past, present, future - and o

The Soldier!
the soldier Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. soldier are found everywhere... in love...in battle... in lust... in trouble...in debt...in bars and ... behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack. A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the PROTECTOR OF AMERICA, with the latest copy of playboy in his back pocket. When he

Soldier On Watch
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, my daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep in perfect contentment, or so it would seem. So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, and I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold. Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. "What

A Soldier
A Soldier Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. Soliders are found everywhere... in love...in battle... in lust... in trouble...in debt...in bars and ... behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack. A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the PROTECTOR OF AMERICA, with the latest copy of maxim in his back pocket. When he wan

A Soldier Never Cries?!?!?
As he sits alone on the plane, Thinking of his life back home And how he will never be the same. His family and daughter praying that he will come back soon Wishing on the stars and even the moon And a small tear slides from his eyes But he remembers what his daughter told him, "Daddy, a soldier never cries." So he wipes away the tears and knows that he must be strong Instead he starts singing the tune to a very sad song He's scared to death of the thought that he might die And he'll have to watch in heaven as his funeral passes by. He steps out of the plane into a lonely place And sees a little boy with a look on his face A look of lost hope Lost dreams and a broken heart He searches for an answer, Where does he start? He takes the little boy's hand And gives him a piece of bread And they begin to walk in the hot sun and never-ending sand In a dangerous place so far away from love But somehow connected by God watching from above A soldier

Soldier
The Soldier Harvey Andrews In a station in the city a British soldier stood Talking to the people there if the people would. Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain And the lonely British soldier wished he was back home again. "Come join the British Army!" said the posters in his town "See the world and have your fun come serve before the Crown." The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole So he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll. For there was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was lost. Just ten years in the army getting paid for being bossed. Then leave a man experienced a man who's made the grade, A medal and a pension some memories and a trade. Then came the call for Ireland as the call had come before, Another bloody chapter in an endless civil war. The priests they stood on both sides the priests they stood behind. Another fight in Jesus's name the blind against the blind. The soldier stood between

Soldier Dies?!?!
Take a man and put him alone, Put him twelve thousand miles from home. Empty his heart of all but blood, Make him live in sand, in mud. This is the life I have to live, This the soul to God I give. You have your parties and drink your beer, While young men and women are dying over here. Plant your signs on the White House lawn; "Lets get out of Iraq". Use your signs and have your fun, Then refuse to use a gun. There's nothing else for you to do, Then I'm supposed to die for you? There is one thing that you should know; And that's where I think you should go! I'm already here and it's too late. I've traded all my love for all this hate. I'll hate you till the day I die. You made me hear my buddy cry. I saw his leg and his blood shed, Then I heard them say, "This one's dead". It was a large price for him to pay, To let you live another day. He had the guts to fight and die, To keep the freedom you live by. By his dying, your life he buys, But who gives a F*** i

A Soldier's Wife Prayer.
Dear Lord, Give me the greatness of heart to see The difference between his duty and his love for me. Give me understanding so that I may know That when duty calls him, he must go. Give me a task to do each day To fill the time when he is away. And Lord, when he is in a foreign land, Keep him safe and in your loving hand.

Soldier's Christmas
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WE

Soldier
A Canadian Soldier was attending some university courses between deployments. He had completed tours in Bosnia, and had just returned from Afghanistan. One of the courses had a professor who was an avowed atheist. One day the professor shocked the class when he came in. He looked to the ceiling and flatly stated, "God, if you are real, then I want you to knock me off this platform. I'll give you exactly 15 minutes. "The lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. Ten minutes went by and the professor proclaimed, "Here I am God. I'm still waiting." It got down to the last couple of minutes when the Soldier got out of his chair, went up to the professor, and punched him; knocking him off the platform. The professor was out cold. The Soldier went back to his seat and sat there, silently. The other students were shocked and sat there looking on in silence. The professor eventually came to, noticeably shaken, looked at the Soldier and asked, "What the hell is the matter wit

A Soldier's Girl
A soldier's girl One night a soldier looked up into the heavens and made a plea to God. "God I'm so alone down here. All I do is fight and face the deamons of the earth. Please send me someone" So God called forth his angels and asked them to help create a soldiers girl. "Boss give her strenght!" cried Michael "So that she can bear the weight and pressure of always packing up and going with her man at a moments notice" God was pleased and added strengh. "She must have patience!" called forth Gabriel "So that she can have the understanding of the stress of the job that is required of her man" God was pleased and added patience. Peter thought about it and said "let her be compasionate, so that she can sooth away the nightmares and horrors that the soldier will see" God was pleased and added compassion. Jesus went forth and said, "Dad give her faith, faith that her man loves her and that no matter what it takes he will get home to her" God was pleased and added faith.

A Soldiers Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give And to see just who in this home did live. I looked all about a strange sight I did see, No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand, On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. With medals and badges, awards of all kind A sober thought came through my mind. For this house was different, so dark and dreary, I knew I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly. I heard stories about them, I had to see more So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. And there he lay sleeping silent alone, Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home. His face so gentle, his room in such disorder, Not how I pictured a United States soldier. Was this the hero of whom I’d just read? Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed? His head was clean shave

A Soldiers Christmas
FIRST OFF ALL I WANNA SAY ON THIS IS GOD BLESS EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU THAT CHOSE TO GO OUT THERE AND FIGHT FOR MY FREEDOM. I LOVE ALL OF YOU AND MY HEART THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS ARE WITH YOU. Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give And to see just who in this home did live. I looked all about a strange sight I did see, No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand, On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. With medals and badges, awards of all kind A sober thought came through my mind. For this house was different, so dark and dreary, I knew I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly. I heard stories about them, I had to see more So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. And there he lay sleeping silent alone, Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home. His face so

A Soldier Lays Alone
A soldier lays alone TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THES

A Soldiers Poem
A Soldiers Poem I watched the flag pass by one day, It fluttered in the breeze. A young Marine saluted it, And then he stood at ease.. I looked at him in uniform So young, so tall, so proud, With hair cut square and eyes alert He'd stand out in any crowd. I thought how many men like him Had fallen through the years. How many died on foreign soil How many mothers' tears? How many pilots' planes shot down? How many died at sea How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, freedom isn't free. I heard the sound of Taps one night, When everything was still, I listened to the bugler play And felt a sudden chill. I wondered just how many times That Taps had meant "Amen," When a flag had draped a coffin. Of a brother or a friend. I thought of all the children, Of the mothers and the wives, Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives. I thought about a graveyard At the bottom of the sea Of unmarked graves

A Soldiers Reply!
This is a letter written by a marine in response to Kerry's insult on them. Enjoy and repost if you feel the notion: Yesterday John Kerry said, "You know education, if you make the most of it, you study hard, you do your homework, and you make an effort to be smart, you can do well, and if you don't, you get stuck in Iraq" So I wrote him a letter: I am a Sergeant in the United States Marine Corps. I am currently on my second tour in Iraq , a tour in which I volunteered for. I speak Arabic and Spanish and I plan to tackle Persian Farsi soon. I have a Bachelors and an Associates Degree and between deployments I am pursuing an M.B.A. In college I was a member of several academic honor societies, including the Golden Key Honor Society. I am not unique among the enlisted troops. Many of my enlisted colleagues include lawyers, teachers, mechanics, engineers, musicians and artists just to name a few. You say that your comments were directed towards the President and not us. If we we

A Soldiers Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give And to see just who in this home did live. I looked all about a strange sight I did see, No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand, On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. With medals and badges, awards of all kind A sober thought came through my mind. For this house was different, so dark and dreary, I knew I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly. I heard stories about them, I had to see more So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. And there he lay sleeping silent alone, Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home. His face so gentle, his room in such disorder, Not how I pictured a United States soldier. Was this the hero of whom I'd just read? Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed? His head was clean shave

A Soldiers Wife...
I PRAYED FOR STRENGTH... I PRAYED FOR PEACE... I PRAYED TO BRING HIM HOME TO ME. YET HE NEVER MADE IT HOME. R.I.P. JAMES A CHANCE. "JIMMY" I LOVE YOU AND ILL ALWAYS MISS YOU. R.I.P. TO EVERY FALLEN SOLDIER THAT HAS DIED DEFENDING MY FREEDOM. MAY GOD PROTECT THE ONES STILL FIGHTING AND WATCH OVER THEIR FAMILIES AS THEY DEAL WITH THE PAIN OF THEIR LOVED ONES GOING TO BATTLE. Music Video Codes By Music Jesus.com

A Soldiers Message To Anti-military People
It seems more and more i see Anti-Military Comments out there , Comments about how we should all die, How we are nothing more then glorified killers being paid. Well i am about sick of it so this is my message for ALL Anti-Military People out there! You get up and hit you're snooze button again for 5 more minutes of sleep. We've already been up for 5 hours risking our lives for you. You make yourself some coffee and make yourself some breakfest. Our breakfest was powdered eggs and our coffee is a week old. You bitch about traffic and how it takes you an extra 15 minutes to get to work, Yet we go out and get shot at, So many go out to never come back. We lay here , we fight and die for you're right to drive down that street. We fight day and night, so you might get that sound sleep. You make you're horrible comments, you take the freedom we give and then question on how we give it. Just Remember these words American girls and American guys we'll always stand

A Soldier's Prayer... Written 09/11/06
A soldier's cry in the night All he wants to do is win the fight Standing up for his fellow men Defending every single American His wife cries herself to sleep Unable to believe That her love is far away Waiting to hug him on that special day His children sleep the night through Waiting for daddy to return, too A single tear leaves his eye Just trying to get by He has been there for awhile And has walked many miles Seeing things he will never share Things he cannot bear Time stands still in this moment It is nothing but torment He says a prayer for his family Bent down on his knee Lord, please keep them safe from harm Lord, please keep them warm I love them with all of my heart Please don't keep us apart And with that thought in mind He feels safe and kind His wife thousands of miles away Kneels down and prays Lord, please keep him safe from harm Lord, please keep him warm I love him with all of my heart Please don't keep us apart

A Soldier On Watch
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, my daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep in perfect contentment, or so it would seem. So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, and I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold. Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, standing watch over me, and my wife and

A Soldiers Christmas
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhap

A Soldier's Christmas
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold a nd the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty year

Solders Silent Night
Body: T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO W

Soldiers Overseas ! ! ! ! !
Soldiers 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 155 mm 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 h

A Soldier's Christmas
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WIL

Soldiers Christmas
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WIL

Soldier's Words
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN 30th Naval Construction Regiment OIC, Logistics Cell One Al Taqqadum, Iraq Subject: A Different Christmas Poem The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I cre

Soldiers Poem
A Soldiers Poem I watched the flag pass by one day, It fluttered in the breeze. A young Marine saluted it, And then he stood at ease.. I looked at him in uniform So young, so tall, so proud, With hair cut square and eyes alert He'd stand out in any crowd. I thought how many men like him Had fallen through the years. How many died on foreign soil How many mothers' tears? How many pilots' planes shot down? How many died at sea How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, freedom isn't free. I heard the sound of Taps one night, When everything was still, I listened to the bugler play And felt a sudden chill. I wondered just how many times That Taps had meant "Amen," When a flag had draped a coffin. Of a brother or a friend. I thought of all the children, Of the mothers and the wives, Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives. I thought about a graveyard At the bottom of the sea Of unmarked graves in Arlington. No, freedom is

A Soldier's Christmas
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a M

The Soldier (thanks Tiff)
the soldier Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. soldier are found everywhere... in love...in battle... in lust... in trouble...in debt...in bars and ... behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack. A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the PROTECTOR OF AMERICA, with the latest copy of playboy in his back pocket. When he

Soldier's Christmas Poem!!
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a M

Soldier's Do Cry!
A Soldier's Tear As I sit here in the early morning dew I cannot stop thinking of you All I have of you is a picture of you I dream of being with you some how. Morning turns today and still I miss you I want so much to be able to snuggle with you But I don't know you just by writing The afternoon heat consumes me Still all I think about is being with you when I get home. Day turns to evening and the cool air blows I hope and pray that you know Even though I don't know you that good I am still thinking of my sweet new pen pal friend I just want to tell you that soon I will be home to stay. Darkness falls and I lay down to sleep I want so much to talk to you that I weep As I look to the sky and see the smiling moon I wonder if you looking too and hope to see me soon. In my dreams I see tears in your eyes I wish I could hold you and tell you not to cry My little pen pal friend everything will be just fine Your solider will be home on time to make you a

A Soldiers Christmas Poem
A Christmas poem SERIOUS AND QUITE TOUCHING Different Christmas Poem The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lon

"soldiers"
A Different Christmas Poem The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some

A Soldiers Christmas
This one rings deep in my heart because when I was in the army I spent a christmas alone and very much like this one. SOLDIERS CHRISTMAS TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ?

A Soldiers Christmas Story
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WIL

Soldiers
Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. soldier are found everywhere... in love...in battle... in lust... in trouble...in debt...in bars and ... behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack. A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the PROTECTOR OF AMERICA, with the latest copy of playboy in his back pocket. When he wants something

The Soldier
The Military: 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 halfman, 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 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

Soldier's Having Christmas In Iraq
In the desert far away from home There is sand like you have never known Soldiers sleeping in the dust, it has become a must They lay down their lives for you and I They never ask the question why. Soldiers having Christmas in Iraq Where most of the people do not understand our ways Most believe we do them wrong, On Christmas Eve we American's stay strong Life in Iraq must still go on, Their wives and little children Wish Daddy comes home soon. A feast for a king, Is what we serve on Christmas Day While our soldiers, fight in a hot desert, In the name of freedom, far away. Peace on earth, good will to men, Please Lord let this war soon end, They do not shed a tear They never break down They thank God for keeping their family safe and sound. Soldiers having Christmas in Iraq, With the taste of sand upon their lips They fight for our freedom, Let us hope they can make it stick. I am proud of our soldiers, for they do Only what they believe in I believe

Soldier Not At Home.
I have been in IRAQ for a couple of months.Its hard here not to see family or friends durning the holiday season.There a job that needs to be done.Im greatful to be here to give another person freedom.I think its worth the trip.I have met many people i like to call friends we work toghter and hang out toghter.Be strong for us because we are doing a hell of a job here and will keep going until Iraq has control of there country then we all can be home for the holidays.

A Soldiers Cry
A Soldiers Cry When it hurts so bad, Why does it feel so good? I wish this all made sense, I wish I understood. Not having you here with me is tearing me up inside, But I can't stop thinking about you no matter how hard I try You know how I feel about you, And I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you, But it's so hard to do when I can't even be next to you Why does it gotta be so complicated? Loving you feels so right, But at the same time, Knowing I can't have you keeps me awake at night. I just want this to be simple, I just want to you here with me, To look into your eyes, To hold you in my arms... then I’d truly be happy! Right now this distance between us is out of our control, but I'm still hoping one day soon, I'll get what I'm wishing for.

The Soldier
The Soldier The soldier stood and faced God Which must always come to pass He hoped his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass. "Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?" The soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't. Because those of us who carry guns Can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays And at times my talk was tough, And sometimes I've been violent, Because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny That wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked a lot of overtime When the bills got just too steep, And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear, And sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place Among the people here, They never wanted me around Except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn'

Soldier's Eyes
To look into a soldier's eyes, the window to their soul. Look out from inside their mind and see horrors never told. You say we are just killers, it's not that plain you see. Take a walk inside my boots and see what I have seen. Many innocent lives taken and soldiers, they were some. Giving their life freely to get the mission done. The last cold stare of death, we see in our buddies eyes. They fought for all your freedom, this is why we die. Some wonder why we fight to protect this nation and maybe lose our life. Ask this question to a soldier, the answers in their eyes. Always will we be here waiting, the call we won't deny. We'll always fight for freedom, never asking why. We'll go away to far off lands , leaving our loved ones behind. Many times we die alone, several times inside. Open windows to our soul, see the tears we hide. Secrets that we cannot keep are in a soldier's eyes By SSG M.Lynn McCulley

A Soldier Coming Home
Some people keep asking me what I would like for Christmas. I do not make it a practice in making out Christmas lists for myself; never have & probably never will. I enjoy giving out Christmas gifts and love the surprises of receiving gifts... That being said, I was looking for a Christmas song that seems to be encouraging and stumbled across this song. Funny (not funny ha ha, but funny peculiar). My Christmas gift from my Daddy when he was in VietNam was a music box that I still treasure to this day although it has been banged up in moves during the last 40 years. What a perfect song in light of the plights in Iraq. We would all love to see the soldiers home for Christmas; however, understand that there may still be some needs for them being in Iraq. Not all of them will be home in time for Christmas, but it is indeed a wonderful thought.... Music Video Codes By Music Jesus.com PS. I have also created a Mumm entitled, A Soldier Coming Home, today (Friday, 12/8th

A Soldier
A Soldier, He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust, But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust. If we who sight along it round the world, See nothing worthy to have been its mark, It is because like men we look too near, Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere, Our missiles always make too short an arc. They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect The curve of earth, and striking, break their own; They make us cringe for metal-point on stone. But this we know, the obstacle that checked And tripped the body, shot the spirit on Further than target ever showed or shone Robert Frost

Soldiers Poem
Please dont be afraid There are some things I must do, To keep the promises I made. Im sure there will be some heartache, And I know that you'll cry tears, But your son is a soldier now; Mom, There is nothing you should fear. If I ever go to war Dad, I know that you'll be strong, But you wont have to worry, Cause you taught me right from wrong. You kept me firmly on the ground, Yet still taught me how to fly, Your son is a soldier now Dad, I love you If I ever go to war Bro, There are some things I want to say, Youve always had my back, And I know its my time to repay. Youll always be my daybreak, Through all of lifes dark clouds, Your brothers a soldier now, Bro, I promise Ill make you proud. If I ever go to war my Friends, Well never be apart, Though we may not meet again, Ill hold you in my heart. Remember all the times we had, Dont let your memories cease, Your friend is a soldier now, Dear Friend, And Ill die to bring you peace. And when I go

A Soldier Lies Alone
A Soldier Lies Alone TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THES

A Soldier's Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, my daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep in perfect contentment, or so it would seem. So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, and I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old Perhaps

A Solder's Father
Slain Soldier's Father Paints Jeep In Honor Michigan City Indiana A father aiming to honor his son who was killed in Iraq had the soldier's Jeep professionally handpainted with protraits of the young man. Pfc. Brian J. Schoff of Manchester, Tenn. was standing near his military Humvee when a roadside bomb exploded Jan 28. He was assigned to the 101st Airborne Division, based at Ft. Campbell, Ky. His father Brian L. Schoff of Michigan City, had an Arkansas company paint the 2001 Jeep Wrangler with his son being comforted by an angel in one and surrounded by his fellow solditers in another. "It's touching," saod Schoff. He said people often give a thumbs-up or honk their horns whenever they see the Jeep and offer condolences. The outstretched wings of an eagle and an American flag decorate the hood, and Army tanks and helicopters are on the driver's side. On the rear fender is a biblical verse from John 15:13, "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay d

Soldier Who Died-
Soldier who died smothering enemy grenade to be recommended for Medal of Honor By Mark St.Clair, Stars and Stripes Mideast edition, Thursday, December 14, 2006 A Schweinfurt, Germany-based infantryman who jumped on a grenade to save other troops is being recommended for the Medal of Honor. The 1st Infantry Division soldier, Spc. Ross Andrew McGinnis, 19, was killed Dec. 4 while on a combat patrol in Baghdad. Soldiers in his unit said he used his body to cover a grenade that had been thrown into his Humvee by an enemy fighter on a nearby rooftop. McGinnis’ actions probably saved the lives of the four other soldiers in the vehicle, his company commander and other officials said during a Tuesday memorial ceremony. As the U.S.’s highest award for wartime valor, the Medal of Honor is approved sparingly, and only one has been given out since Sept. 11, 2001, and the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. That award, to Sgt. 1st Class Paul Ray Smith of the Army’s 3rd Infan

Soldier Who Died Smothering Enemy Grenade To Be Recommended For Medal Of Honor ....some Do Give All !!!...(repost)
Soldier who died smothering enemy grenade to be recommended for Medal of Honor By Mark St.Clair, Stars and Stripes Mideast edition, Thursday, December 14, 2006 A Schweinfurt, Germany-based infantryman who jumped on a grenade to save other troops is being recommended for the Medal of Honor. The 1st Infantry Division soldier, Spc. Ross Andrew McGinnis, 19, was killed Dec. 4 while on a combat patrol in Baghdad. Soldiers in his unit said he used his body to cover a grenade that had been thrown into his Humvee by an enemy fighter on a nearby rooftop. McGinnis’ actions probably saved the lives of the four other soldiers in the vehicle, his company commander and other officials said during a Tuesday memorial ceremony. As the U.S.’s highest award for wartime valor, the Medal of Honor is approved sparingly, and only one has been given out since Sept. 11, 2001, and the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. That award, to Sgt. 1st Class Paul Ray Smith of the Army’s 3rd Infan

A Soldier Lays Alone - Written By A Marine
A Soldier Lays Alone TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO

A Soldier Lays Alone
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WIL

A Soldiers Eye!
A tear drops from a young girls eye as her daddy says goodbye He wipes her cheek kissing her head and says baby pleaase dont cry where will you go how long will you be there are you leaving me forever I dont know where or how long ill be gone but leaving you i will never Why must you leave can i come with you i promise I will be good Im leaving for freedom and ill be back id take you if i could Why dont you cry are you going to miss me will you take me in your heart I have to be strong and I always miss you when ever where apart A tear drop from a soldiers eye as his daughter says goodbye She wipes his cheeck and kisses his nose and says ill be proud but please dont die jw

The Soldiers Christmas
~Night Before Christmas~ T'was the night before Christmas, He lived all alone, In a one bedroom house, Made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney, With presents to give, And to see just who, In this home did live. I looked all about, A strange sight I did see, No tinsel, no presents, Not even a tree. No stocking by the mantle, Just boots filled with sand, On the wall hung pictures, Of far distant lands. With medals and badges, Awards of all kinds, A sober thought, Came through my mind. For this house was different, It was dark and dreary, I found the home of a soldier, Once I could see clearly. The soldier lay sleeping, Silent, alone, Curled up on the floor, In this one bedroom home. The face was so gentle, The room in such disorder, Not how I pictured, A home of a soldier. Was this the hero, Of whom I'd just read?, Curled up on a poncho, The floor for a bed? I realized the families, That I saw thi

A Soldiers Christmas
the young man sat looking at his kid brother and baby sister while mom and dad handed out the christmas gifts santa had dropped by.the look of joy filled their face as each present was opened.he watched as mom and dad looked at the gifts left lying under the tree.tears filled their eyes and the father held the mothers trembling hand.after a short time,just before they sat at the table,set for 5,the parents took pictures of the two children then all sat down.the kids filled theur plates and chanted of the great christmas cheers.the young man watched,a longing in his heart.he watched not only the laughter and cheers but he noticed also the unopened packages and unused plate.'mom,dad,he said.no reason for the tears,im here as i promised,here on christmas day.no one heard his plea no one looked at him standing there in a tattered uniform soiled with mud and blood.he continued to watch through out the nite till a bright light from the bedroom came.he entered the bedroom with its brilliant l

A Soldiers Christmas
Twas the Night Before Christmas and All is Secure TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, AND ON THE WALL PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARD OF ALL KINDS, A SOBERING THOUGHT CAME TO MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT SO DARK AND SO DREARY, THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, NOW I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ,

A Soldiers Poem
Soldiers Poem TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDI

A Soldiers Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas. He lived all alone, In a one bedroom house made of Plaster and Stone. I had come down the Chimney, With presents to give. And to see just who In this home did live. I looked all about A strange sight I did see. No tinsel, No presents, Not even a tree. No stocking by the mantle, Just boots filled with sand. On the wall hung pictures Of far distant lands. With medals and badges, Awards of all kinds, A sober thought Came through my mind. For this house was different, It was dark and dreary, I found the home of a soldier, Once I could see clearly. The soldier lay sleeping, Silent, alone, Curled up on the floor In this one bedroom home. The face was so gentle, The room in such disorder, Not how I pictured Was this the hero Of whom I'd just read? Curled up on a Poncho, The floor for a bed? I realized the families That I saw this night, Owed their lives to these soldiers Wh

Soldiers Christmas
Letter from a Soldier I am one of America's soldiers who received a copy of "A Soldier's Christmas" over the internet, and I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank you for giving some of my friends and family an opportune way to say 'thanks.' It meant a lot to me. I have not been stationed in the US since 1995, and the nature of my job will keep me overseas throughout my career. Although I am not always viewed as that soldier with "dusty boots," I know all too well what it is like to be away from home for so long -- especially during the holidays. I would like, however, to take this opportunity to thank you, and America, for being the fine, grand, noble Nation that makes each and every one of us out here serving in the military extremely proud of the country and the people we protect. You don't necessarily have to pray for us soldiers, as we have chosen this life....and we will sacrifice our life for OUR people and OUR country. No, do not pray for us this holid

Soldiers
YOU KNOW WE ALL SIT HERE IN THE COMPHY USA EVERYDAY KNOWING WE ARE SAFE BECAUSE OF OUR BOYS OVER SEAS, I KNOW WE NEVER FORGET THEM AND THEY ARE ALL IN OUR HEARTS AND MINDS,,WISHING WE COULD DO MORE FOR THEM, STILL KNOWING WE CAN'T.,WHAT WE CAN DO IS KEEP THEM IN OUR PRAYERS......MY SON WAS OVER THERE AN MADE IT HOME SAFELY SO I KNOW HOW HARD IT IS ON FAMILIES..PLEASE IF YOU EVER SEE A SOLDIER ON THE STREET SHAKE HIS HAND AND THANK HIM FOR MAKING OUR HOME SAFE, THEY WILL APPRECIATE IT....WE CAN NEVER KNOW OURSELVES HOW THEY HAVE IT OVER THERE BUT WE DO KNOW WHAT THEY ARE COMING HOME TO......FREEDOM........THANK YOU AND HAVE A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS AN HAPPT NEW YEAR....... .......A SOLDIERS MOM....

The Soldier
Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. soldiers are found everywhere... in love...in battle... in lust... in trouble...in debt...in bars and ... behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack. A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the PROTECTOR OF AMERICA, with the latest copy of playboy in his back pocket. When he wants somethin

Soldiers Poem
"Our lives are built upon a framework The framework of privilege and freedom Purchased through the blood, sweat and tears Of our soldiers, those brave men and women A soldier's heart has known courage For they've placed liberty before their own life And they're well acquainted with committment Protecting the rights due mankind..."

A Soldier Prayer
A Soldier's Prayer Whenever you see this star, please pray for me, For on a lonely journey, I will be. Serving my country by protecting this land, Created so uniquely by the Master's Hand. Pray for my protection and safety as I go, Deliverance from the evil snares of my foes. Pray for my courage to stand brave and strong, But humbleness to remember to whom I belong. Pray I'll be the man God created me to be, Cleansed by the blood on the cross at Calvary. Pray that I'll take up daily the full Armor of God, To guide and protect my footsteps wherever I may trod. Pray for wisdom and discernment in every decision I make, That I'll seek His will before each step that I take. Pray I'll find comfort in knowing He's always there, Trusting Him completely with all my burdens to bear. Pray for endurance as I bravely answer this call, Remembering that for me, He gave His One and All. Pray that I'll lean not on my own understanding, For only in Him is victory and

Soldier Story
Today he was getting his oil changed and was chatting with some of the men about Iraq. This is a bit unusal for Bobby since he doesn't talk about the war much. He found himself being interupted by the lady working at the counter. She made it a point to say she did not think we had any business fighting in Iraq. Usually my brother just ignores such comments but today he chose to shine!! He said, Ma'am, I appreciate you may have your own opinions and beliefs. As a soldier I am trained to protect the rights of all of our citizens, but with all due respect ma'am, I am sure you would not choose to see us fighting these monsters down the street in front of the bank. Maybe someday you will. I am sure you would not like to see our civilians in the line of fire. I feel it is better to take the war where it starts and preserve our safety and our families. She stuttered a bit and said, "well why aren't those people thrilled to see you when you were there"? Again, my brother took a

A Soldiers Silent Night
" A Soldier's Silent Night " TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WH

Soldiers Poem
Through thick and thin a soldier fights Not to go down without a fight, Lead a battle with all his might, He may find his own demise, piercing screams all around, soldier stands with all his might, 32 hours strong and not a rest in site. Death around so far and wide, Chose to fight for the right, and Lead a nation with all his might, Mortar shells hit all around, Bring to face a new reality, for His own has surely pass, He stands alone to face his own domain. Bringing to terms That he’s all alone, to fight for what he did not own. 10 men deep in front of him a Soldier fight with all his night Not to go down without a fight. Crippling blow from far away the soldier Is slipping away. Taken his dying breath all he says was May They see the price that’s paid.

The Soldier Is My Friend!!
The Soldier is My Friend Dedicated to soldiers and veterans of the U. S. Military By: Norma W. Beaird, Copyright 2004 norma@thefreedompage.org I have a friend who may not know or ever call my name, A friend who may not visit, but I thank them just the same. My friend is called the soldier who's on duty day and night, For me to pledge allegiance, they have fought and paid the price. Where would we be today without the brave hearts who have served, So we can wave "Old Glory"; so our voices can be heard. And what would life be like today without the many soldiers, Who walked into the jaws of death with guns upon their shoulders. Life would not be as great today, with freedom in our halls, And we'd live in oppression and great fear would grip us all. So when you see a soldier you should thank your God above, For here's someone who represents the greatest gift of love. And when you pledge allegiance, you should see a uniform, Of those who walked through battle

The Soldier's Girl
The Soldier's Girl They had a good life up until now. Dating for a year, they hung out on the weekends and thought about possibly planning a future together. They talked about what their future may hold, if they are meant to be together, and what tomorrow may bring. Neither wanted to really talk about reality, if they could commit. I mean really commit. Who wants to get married nowadays anyways when living together is comfortable? They had both been married, had kids, and divorced. And who wants that again. He never really knew his ex-wife deep down. He thought he did, of course. He liked this girl, a lot. She was funny, smart, great in bed, and just fun to be around. But just because she is around today doesn't mean she will be around tomorrow. They were just living in the moment. Because all anyone really has is now. He opened the mail just like on any other day. Once in a while he would receive a piece of mail with her first name but his last name. They had received a free ba

A Soldier Died Last Night
Please note: This was originally written in World War Two. It still has meaning today. Thank you to our Military men and women -- Forth Horseman. A Boy Died Last Night "A boy died last night. It doesn't make much difference now about his name. The important thing is that he died, in poignant and awful loneliness out somewhere on a waste of sand, out in a starless silence 10,000 miles from home. "'Missing in action' read an obscure line in this mornings communiqué. That was all. Now he lies there, crumpled beside the twisted wreckage that yesterday was his ship, riding high in the sunlit heavens. The fine head and the shining face and the broad shoulders remain only in a picture that looks out upon a quiet living room on a shaded street an eternity away. "Last night in those agonizing hours of unspeakable isolation, he went through a thousand deaths without the one thing that might have helped a little: the sound of a familiar voice, the pat of friendly h

The Soldier’s Untold Story
You can tell his pain, When you watch his tears fall once again. He leaves his family only to walk into a nightmare, That when he finally wakes up he isn’t really there. He can see the tears in her eyes, Because she knows the hellos will soon become goodbyes. His security blanket is his gun, As walk under the hot sun. Nobody could prepare him for what’s going on, As he watches his friends stand, then gone. He knows what he is fighting for, But his body feels weak and sore, He falls to his knees with tears streaming from his eyes, Cause he doesn’t want to say goodbye. This horrible nightmare will turn any boy into a man, But you’ll never understand. Cause the pain is so hard to explain, When your the one seeing death again. With every letter he gets brings hope and something to remember her by, With guns shots firing all around him, and no place to hide. He is scared with every bomb that hits near, As he takes out the picture of his baby girl alo

A Soldiers Girlfriend
A soldiers girlfriend, what can I say, to comfort this woman who's mans gone away She sits by the phone and wills it to ring Terrified and excited by the news it may bring The phone doesn't ring, no cards in the mail There's no one to help her down this trail The wives have support on every Post But where are her friends when she needs them most? Wonderful advice from those friends who don't know About loving a man and watching him go: "Quit all that moping, it can't be that bad I don't understand how you could be so sad You have the freedom to do as you choose So why are you trembling as you watch the news?" She closes her eyes and fights back the tears Then takes a deep breath to calm all her fears He fights for his country and people in need To free from Oppression and hatred and greed He fights for their lives yet they can't understand Why she misses his smile and the touch of his hand He chose his career, she gave him her heart To have when together and when they're apart She had

The Soldier
As I look out from beneath my bunker I could hear the voices Of despair and blunder, The cries bellowing out in pain As the shells pierced our skin Oh! This is really a shame But dedicated soldiers we are For we fight for our country Away from home so far. The pain, the agony, it hurts inside As the bullet bore through My back and out my side It’s a shame my life flashes before me My loved ones, my kids they’re all I see. I fall on my knees hands in my face Awww I pray am I alive, am I not dead Just then another bullet pierces my head I think it’s all over now There’s nothing more I could do Alas I see the lights, the aura Is it really true? I feel my body numb, floating as if To the heavens I rise To the open arms of the Supreme Being I looked into his eyes. Why me Oh Lord! Why me? All for my country the cause… We never see……………….. COPYRIGHTED BY AINSLEY CARTER AKA COOLMCCOOL 28/03/03

Soldier's Prayer
Got to pray sometime A Soldiers Prayer God our Father, Help me to remain true to my ideals during my service to my country. Help me be what is in America, the land of the free. May I realize that I represent what our country stands for. My uniform is a symbol of duty and valor both in peace and in war. I take up arms to defend what all Americans hold dear: life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Grant me the strength to live according to these ideals, the courage of my convictions, and the resolve to endure whatever dangers threaten. With you at our side I fear no evil and resist every enemy, secure in the knowledge that you hold me in the palm of your hand. Amen.

Soldiers Torture Of Iraqi Children.........
PRESS RELEASE DIRECTLY TO CBS, NBC, & ABC NETWORKS This is documented proof that our G.I.'s torture the Iraqi children.... * * * Shocking Pictures * * * Armed American Troops Force Iraqi's to See-Saw Until They Talk! Iraqi Child Bites GI In Self Defense After Obvious Torture GI Falls Asleep On Duty While Using Iraqi Child As Body Armor GI Overheard to say .. "Talk or I'll tickle you till you pee!" Soldier Attempts to Eat Iraqi Child Clear Evidence of Forced Labor by Troops Iraqi's Grateful That American Forces Did Not Open Fire During Soccer Game Soldier Caught At "Tickle-Torture" To Extract Intelligence GI Forces Iraqi Child To Hang By Finger If You Liked This Others Will Too! Please Repost!

Soldiers Missing In Action From Vietnam War Are Identified
Soldiers Missing in Action from Vietnam War are Identified The Department of Defense POW/Missing Personnel Office (DPMO) announced today that the remains of two U.S. servicemen, missing in action from the Vietnam War, have been identified and will be returned to their families for burial with full military honors. They are Maj. Frederick J. Ransbottom, of Oklahoma City, Okla.; and Staff Sgt. William E. Skivington Jr. of Las Vegas, Nev.; both U.S. Army. Ransbottom will be buried in Edmond, Okla. on Jan. 13, and Skivington will be buried at Arlington National Cemetery near Washington, D.C., on Jan. 23. Representatives from the Army met with the next-of-kin of these men to explain the recovery and identification process, and to coordinate interment with military honors on behalf of the Secretary of the Army. On May 12, 1968, North Vietnamese forces overran the Kham Duc Special Forces camp and its surrounding observation posts in Quang Nam-Da Nang Province (formerly Quang Tin

Soldiers
Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A solider is a solider all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. Solider are found everywhere... in love...in battle... in lust... in trouble...in debt...in bars and ... behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack. A solider is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the PROTECTOR OF AMERICA, with the latest copy of playboy in his back pocket. When he wants so

A Soldiers Promise
If I ever go to war Mom, Please don't be afraid. There are some things I must do, To keep the promise that I made. I'm sure there will be some heartache, And I know that you'll cry tears, But your son is a Soldier now, Mom, There is nothing you should fear. If I ever go to war Dad, I know that you'll be strong. But you won't have to worry, Cause you taught me right from wrong. You kept me firmly on the ground, yet still taught me how to fly. Your boy is a Soldier now Dad, I love you Hooah, Even if I die. If I ever go to war Bro, There are some things I want to say. You've always had my back, and I know it's my time to repay. You'll always be my daybreak, through all of life's dark clouds, Your brother is a Soldier now, Bro, I promise I'll make you proud. If I ever go to war Sis, don't you worry bout me, I always looked out for you, but I can't do that anymore, Cause I'm a big brother to all in America. I love you so much and you know that, Your brother's a soldier

Soldiers In Iraq View Troop Surge As A Lost Cause
Soldiers in Iraq view troop surge as a lost cause - - While senior military officials and the Bush administration say the president's decision to send more American troops to pacify Baghdad will succeed, many of the soldiers who're already there say it's a lost cause. http://www.realcities.com/mld/krwashington/16616389.htm

A Soldiers' Night Before Christmas
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WIL

A Soldier's Silent Night
This is one that I did not write but a US Marine had this posted in his stash. I have only read it twice because it brings me to tears each time. Wake up America cause that dirty messy guy that you just passed up on the street with his hand out just asking for a quarter could just have been a soldier like this. We don't know what each one of them has gone through. They all have there're stories but not one story will be the same. They also have different levels of what each can mentally handle. Many have been pushed way past that breaking level in situations the average American couldn't even think of. I don't know the exact percentage but I do know that it is very high. Our homeless population isn't just boozers and junkies. It consists of more than half being war veterans unable to leave the nightmare behind. Even the sick shouldn't have backs turned to them but even more so our heroes discarded off as just a homeless bum on the street kills my heart.

The Soldier
THE SOLDIER --author Unknown A story is told about a soldier who is finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me." "Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him." "There's something you should know," the son continues, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us." "I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live." "No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us." "Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own." At that point, t

A Soldier Retuned Home
>>>>One of my sons serves in the military. He is stationed >> >>>>stateside, here in California. He called me yesterday >> >>>>to let me know how warm and welcoming people were to >> >>>>him and his troops everywhere they go. >> >>>>Telling me how people shake their hands and thank them >> >>>>for being willing to serve and fight, not only our own >> >>>>freedoms but so that others may have them too. >> >>>> > >> >>>>Then he told me about an incident in the grocery store >> >>>>he stopped at yesterday, on his way home from the >> >>>>base. He said that several people were in the line >> >>>>ahead of him, including a woman dressed in a >> >>>>burkha. >> >>>> > >> >>>>He said when she got to the cashier, she made a loud >> >>>>remark about the U.S. Flag, lapel pin, the cashier >> >>>>wore on her smock. The cashier reached up and touched >> >>>>the pin and said, "Yes, I always wear it proudly, >> >>>>because I'm an American." >> >>>> > >> >>>>The wo

A Soldier
There is discipline in A Soldier you can see it when he walks, There is honor in A Soldier you hear it when he talks. There is courage in A Soldier you can see it in his eyes, There is loyalty in A Soldier that he will not compromise. There is something in A Soldier that makes him stand apart, There is strength in A Soldier that beats from his heart. A Soldier isn't a title any man can be hired to do, A Soldier is the soul of that man buried deep inside of you. A Soldier's job isn't finished after an 8 hour day or a 40 hour week, A Soldier is always A Soldier even while he sleeps. A Soldier serves his country first and his life is left behind, A Soldier has to sacrifice what comes first in a civilian's mind. If you are civilian - I am saying this to you..... next time you see A Soldier remember what they do. A Soldier is the reason our land is 'Home of the free', A Soldier is the one that is brave protecting you and me. If you are A Soldier -

A Soldiers Reason
" A SOLDIERS REASON" SOLDIERS ALL GET SENT TO WAR FOR MANY DIFFERENT REASON'S SOME GO BECAUSE THEY HAVE TO, AND THOSE WHO BELIEVE IN FREEDOM SOME GO INTO BATTLE AS SOLDIERS OF THE INFANTRY FOR A VERY GOOD REASON, TO SET A COUNTRY FREE SOME GO FOR REASONS THAT WORDS CAN'T EVEN EXPLAIN LEAVING THEIR FAMILIES BEHIND, THEY CAN'T DESCRIBE THE PAIN SO LETS ALL PULL TOGETHER, COME ON SUPPORT OUR TROOP'S THIS COUNTRY IS LIKE A GIANT REDWOOD, AND THEY ARE THE MIGHTY ROOTS PEOPLE PROTESTING? "I DON'T REALLY UNDERSTAND" IF THEY WERE BEING HELD PRISONER, WOULDN'T THEY NEED A HAND SOME MAY GET WOUNDED OR EVEN MAYBE KILLED BUT THEY FIGHT FOR A REASON, THEIR DUTY THEY FULFILLED THEY FIGHT FOR MANY REASONS, NO MATTER WHAT THE COST I PRAY FOR ALL THE FAMILIES, WHO HAVE SUFFERED A GREAT LOSS THE REASON I WROTE THIS POEM, IS I FELT I NEEDED TO I WANTED TO SAY "THANK YOU" TO THE TROOPS, AND "GOD BLESS ALL OF YOU" I HOPE U ALL ENJOY THIS I WROTE IT BACK IN FEB OF 2005 I co

A Soldiers War At Home By Me.
One sunny summer day, a young man packed his things, He was heading of to the to become a soldier at fort benning. He said goodbye to all his friends and asked them to write. He kissed his girl on her cheek, and said he'd think of her every night. He called his mom to say "I love you and goodbye", Before he hung up the phone he begged her not to cry. He worked so hard all summer long to become a better soldier, But no letters came and the nights became colder. Four months passed, he came back home but things were not the same, His friends so distant from him now, they barly remembered his name. The love of his life ran off and fucked some other guy, "you werent around, I couldnt see a future," was her only excuse for why. Some people mocked him, pointed and scoffed so rudly, How could people be so cruel, he was only doing his duty. Live by the gun, die by the gun, that is what they say, He had a feeling he would go out with a bang, but not quite this way. He went into

The Soldier And The Athiest Professor...lmao
A United States Soldier was attending some college courses between assignments. He had completed missions in Iraq and Afghanistan . One of the courses had a professor who was a vowed atheist and a member of the ACLU. One day the professor shocked the class when he came in. He looked to the ceiling and flatly stated, "God, if you are real, then I want you to knock me off this platform. I'll give you exactly 15 minutes." The lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. Ten minutes went by and the professor proclaimed, "Here I am God. I'm still waiting." It got down to the last couple of minutes when the Soldier got out of his Chair, went up to the professor, and cold-cocked him; knocking him off the platform. The professor was out cold. The Soldier went back to his seat and sat there, silently. The other students were shocked and stunned and sat there looking on in silence. The professor eventually came to, noticeably shaken, looked at the Soldier an

The Soldier
It is the Soldier, NOT the reporter who has given us the FREEDOM of PRESS. It is the Soldier, NOT the poet who has given us the FREEDOM of SPEECH. It is the Soldier, NOT the campus organizer who gives us FREEDOM to DEMONSTRATE. It is the Soldier who Salutes the flag, who Serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is Draped by the flag, who allows the protester to Burn the flag.

Soldiers
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a M

Soldiers
To the men and women over seas fighting a war that is none of our business I salute you. You are the only reason we as the American people have the freedoms and rights we take for granted, you are the reason that America is the country it is today, you are the men and women who place country above yourselves and for that I can only say thank you from the bottom of my heart. Though this war is still in its infant stage, I can only hope it will never turn out as badly for our soldiers as it has in the past. I wish and hope for a safe a speedy return of our soldiers free from physical harm. D.S.M

Soldiers
Have we as a country lost touch with all of our roots? Have we grown so comfortable with our situations in life that we no longer are willing to step out side the box even for a second to see what is truly wrong in the world we live in? Too many people today are belittling those men and women who have sworn their lives to uphold our freedoms, too many college students with nothing better to do on a Friday night protest against our soldiers, they have never and will never see one of their friends die in battle while protecting the rights of all the people in America. I never could understand where a person who has never seen a battlefield can get off calling the men and women who fought and died on that distant land child killers or un-American, I can never and will never see the point in burning the flag that represents everything this country is about. These people will never know the true meaning of sacrifice and they will never know what it is like having a friend or many friends

Soldier's Prayer, (repost)
This combat soldier's prayer, Who has served his time in Hell, Is may we learn the lessons of war well, That we not doom future generations, The same old tales of horror to tell, To endure what in youth they see mistakenly as glory. Oh God, do not let our children Repeat the same old story. Make it so that America's babies live to grow old In this land of the free and the bold. Help us throw off the shackles of hate that bind And grow old in a life of a peaceful kind. Teach us that there is no glory in war, Nor honor there that brave men should not abhor. Teach us instead, one for another our brothers to love. Shower us with thine Celestial message from above, That we plant seeds of peace evermore And make war-no-more! But if I should die on some far, far away battlefield Know I answered the call For a grand principle of freedom to yield. My fervent prayer is that death May not have been in vain Fighting for peace and right for the world to attain. My bro

A Soldiers Eyes
To look into a soldier's eyes, the window to their soul. Look out from inside their mind and see horrors never told. You say we are just killers, it's not that plain you see. Take a walk inside my boots and see what I have seen. Many innocent lives taken and soldiers, they were some. Giving their life freely to get the mission done. The last cold stare of death, we see in our buddies eyes. They fought for all your freedom, this is why we die. Some wonder why we fight to protect this nation and maybe lose our life. Ask this question to a soldier, the answers in their eyes. Always will we be here waiting, the call we won't deny. We'll always fight for freedom, never asking why. We'll go away to far off lands , leaving our loved ones behind. Many times we die alone, several times inside. Open windows to our soul, see the tears we hide. Secrets that we cannot keep are in a soldier's eyes By SSG M.Lynn McCulley

A Soldier
A Soldier There is discipline in A Soldier you can see it when he walks, There is honor in A Soldier you hear it when he talks. There is courage in A Soldier you can see it in his eyes, There is loyalty in A Soldier that he will not compromise. There is something in A Soldier that makes him stand apart, There is strength in A Soldier that beats from his heart. A Soldier isn't a title any man can be hired to do, A Soldier is the soul of that man buried deep inside of you. A Soldier's job isn't finished after an 8 hour day or a 40 hour week, A Soldier is always A Soldier even while he sleeps. A Soldier serves his country first and his life is left behind, A Soldier has to sacrifice what comes first in a civilian's mind. If you are civilian - I am saying this to you..... next time you see A Soldier remember what they do. A Soldier is the reason our land is 'Home of the free', A Soldier is the one that is brave protecting you and me. If you

A Soldier Ii
A Soldier Your Freedom he fights for you to keep So you will be safe while you sleep You condem him for being wrong Yet the Soldier always stands strong While you have the right to complain A Soldier will fight for you, in the pouring rain While he leaves his family behind They are never very far from his mind Remember every negative word you say for YOU a Soldier keeps terror and bay While a Soldier he may die While a man he will not turn a blind eye

A Soldier's Poem.
This is from an image found on this CT site: ~BABYGIRL~~~QUEEN BEE CHERRY SNATCHERS~~PLEASE SIGN MY GUESTBOOK@ CherryTAP For all the free people who stil protest, you're welcome, We protect you and you are protected by the best. Your voice is strong and loud, but who will fight for you? No one standing in your crowd. We are your fathers, brothers and sons, wearing the boots and carrying the guns. We are the ones that leave all we own, to make sure your future is carved in stone. We are the ones who fight and die. We might not save the world, well at least we try. We walked the paths to where we are at and we want no other choice than that. So when you rally your group to complain, take a look in the back of your brain. In order for that flag you love to fly, wars must be fought and young men must die. We came here to fight for those we hold dear, If that's not respected, we would rather stay here. So please stop yelling and put down your signs, and pray

Soldier Of Misfortune
Soldier of survival, I’ve been hiking for miles I’ve got my guts in my hands but I can’t look at it (that’s vital) Don’t see it; don’t recognize how bad it is Because if I pay attention to it, I may be tempted to give a shit I’ll make no progress if I worry about the danger I’m in I’ll never reach base if I try to stop and mend it If I rest I’ll be vulnerable to the circling scavengers who want to pick it I may carry the smell of exposed meat But I reject the stench of defeat March on to the merciless beat Because I’m the sole survivor of the kamikaze fleet I have to report to his majesty I don’t think he knows how messy the battle field is getting I need to offer my dwindling pulse so he may get battle ready Climb atop his savage steed and make a mockery of our enemies The days are stretching into weeks The wound is going gangrene I hope he can still lick it clean I just have to keep moving my feet

A Soldiers Prayer
Lord, I pray from day to day To help me understand How Americans view their heroes And how they judge a man If being famous Is looked upon with awe, Something is wrong with our values What are we fighting for? I'm in the military And proud of what I do But I need to feel some strength and love That's why I pray to you. Some of our families left us And now years have passed I feel the burden and the stress For each day could be our last I'm in the field of combat With bullets surrounding me, There are few that care For those who've died Protecting those born free I'm asking for some comfort Some support, and one thing more To get RESPECT and HONOR From the Americans we fought for You and I are heroes Fighting for our land to be free And 'tho no one has heard our names, We're the heroes, you and me Our awards weren't televised, No speech with tears in our eyes Why is our county too blind to see That the heroes

Soldiers Prayers
*i didnt write* Lord, I pray from day to day To help me understand How Americans view their heroes And how they judge a man If being famous Is looked upon with awe, Something is wrong with our values What are we fighting for? I'm in the military And proud of what I do But I need to feel some strength and love That's why I pray to you. Some of our families left us And now years have passed I feel the burden and the stress For each day could be our last I'm in the field of combat With bullets surrounding me, There are few that care For those who've died Protecting those born free I'm asking for some comfort Some support, and one thing more To get RESPECT and HONOR From the Americans we fought for You and I are heroes Fighting for our land to be free And 'tho no one has heard our names, We're the heroes, you and me Our awards weren't televised, No speech with tears in our eyes Why is our county too blind to see That the heroes will always b

Soldier
Soldiers go and fight for us We march thousands of miles and fight millions of battles Some of us die before we get back to our taverns Oh well that happens life goes on just carry on We will go back back to our families that cry every night and pray for us to be all right So we fight We came to destroy Binlodin and capture sadom. Sadom is dead an binlodin is nowhere to be found We hear now Bush plans to send more men to join me in the battle to protect our country Bush has driven our country in to the ground How the fuck are we suppose to turn that around We march on this foreign land looking for weapons of mass destruction that Iraq never had Bush lied to our country and destroyed another We start to say oh well life goes on wait stop what if this Iraq country never recovers We have killed another culture we knew nothing about I thought that we supported diversity yet we discriminate against all the people the Iraqi, the blacks, and the Jews, do we even

Soldiers Thoughts
I was in the A.F. for ten years. If I could be of any value, I would gladly go back in. The American soldier has simple rules to go by: We do, to the best of our ability, carry out all lawful orders given to us. We go where we are told to go, any time, and any where. We do have our own political views, however those views are not allowed to interfere with the mission. When the shit hits the fan, regardless what service you are in, we are all brothers and sisters, and we will in need do everything in our power to protect, defend, and stand with those whom we share this bond. All of us share these words: Duty, Honor, Country. However, we are still human. We shed tears. Our bodies are not immune to the cruelties of war. Our hearts fall, just as those whom we talked to as friends only 5 minutes ago have been silenced. We take this loss personally. One of our own is only in memory. When we are no longer in danger, we grieve. However, let it be known that we do not forget. And those w

Soldier.. By Jeremy
Soldier You gave me a flag, to represent a nation. You gave me a weapon, to protect His creation. Running and ducking, I've got to get back. An Army of One, and I'm under attack. I stay alive by using my skills. I try not to think of the number of kills. Life-long friends, We used to play tag. He finally went home, But draped with a flag.

Soldier Kills In Preemptive War!
Mar 17, 2007 9:01 am US/Eastern GI Guilty In Iraqi Detainees' Deaths, Coverup CBS News Interactive: War On Terror CBS News Interactive: America On Guard (AP) FORT CAMPBELL, Ky. A military panel found a 101st Airborne soldier guilty of three counts of negligent homicide but not guilty of premeditated murder in the deaths of three Iraqi detainees. Staff Sgt. Ray Girouard, 24, smiled as he hugged his defense lawyer and family members after the verdict was read. He faced up to life in prison had he been found guilty of premeditated murder. The panel, which deliberated for four hours, also found Girouard guilty of obstruction of justice for lying to investigators, of conspiracy for trying to conceal the crime and of failure to obey a general order. Girouard could be sentenced to a maximum of 21 years in prison, said his lawyer, Anita Gorecki. He could get a maximum of three years for each negligent homicide charge, five years for the conspiracy charge, five years for obstru

A Soldier Is.................
A Soldier Is:Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible.A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. Soldiers are found everywhere... in love...in battle... in lust... in trouble...in debt...in bars and ... behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack.A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the Protector of America, with the latest copy of playboy in his back pocket. When he wants somet

The Soldier
The Soldier I’ve fought up on high mountains, on dry deserts and on plains. I’ve fought in dazzling sunshine, and in snowfalls and in rains. I’ve fought my way through hedgerows, and on dozens of distant beaches. I’ve fought in dark infested swamps, with their gators, snakes and leeches. I’ve fought in ice cold foxholes, when feet were frozen numb. I’ve fought in stifling jungle heat, and rice patty’s stinking scum. I’ve fought down in dark tunnels, and in fields laden with flowers. I’ve been badly wounded in battle, and lay there alone for hours. I’ve fought with blind and total fury, and with gut wrenching fears. I’ve knelt beside downed comrades, and I could not hide my tears. I’ve fought with muskets and with lasers, with my helmet and my fists. I’ve fought hand to hand many times, those my bullets may have missed. I’ve fought from behind stone walls, from trenches and from tanks. I’ve paraded in splendid court yards, as people gave their tha

Soldiers-past And Present
Being that I am married to a disabled Viet Nam veteran who has just recently lost a lower limb as a result of all the toxins used by our lovely country to make war easier....wierd concept,isn't it?to make war easier,to allow the mass slaughter of people(both ours and theirs)and to use chemicals that cause lasting harm to everyone who comes in contact with it-even if it doesn't show up for years.... Are they doing the same thing in every war?How many of our young people who are over there supporting everyone's right to say what they want,do most anything they want will find that in the time of their lives when they should be planning vacations,living an easier life they are fighting every day just to have a somewhat "healthy" life? How many will find that defoliants used to make war easier have left things in their bodies which make diabetes,heart disease,and many other problems prevalent and daily living a struggle? Do not ever think that those who answer their country's ca

A Soldier's Tear...
As I sit here in the early morning dew I cannot stop thinking of you All I have of you is a picture of you I dream of being with you some how. Morning turns today and still I miss you I want so much to be able to snuggle with you But I don't know you just by writing The afternoon heat consumes me Still all I think about is being with you when I get home. Day turns to evening and the cool air blows I hope and pray that you know Even though I don't know you that good I am still thinking of my sweet new pen pal friend I just want to tell you that soon I will be home to stay. Darkness falls and I lay down to sleep I want so much to talk to you that I weep As I look to the sky and see the smiling moon I wonder if you looking too and hope to see me soon. In my dreams I see tears in your eyes I wish I could hold you and tell you not to cry My little pen pal friend everything will be just fine Your solider will be home on time to make you all mine.

A Soldier's Prayer, Love Ya Troops
~~~ A SOLDIER'S PRAYER ~~~ Dear Lord, Im just a soldier A protector of our land A servent called to battle When my country takes a stand, I pray for strength and courage And a heart that will forgive, For peace and understanding In a world for all to live. My family's prayers are with me, No matter where I roam. Please listen when Im lonely And return me safely home. Amen...come home safely everyone...hugs an kisses to all... Trouble

The Soldiers Creed!
I am an American Soldier I am a Warrior and a member of a team. I server the people of the United States and live the Army Values. I will always place the mission first. I will never accept defeat. I will never quit. I will never leave a fallen comrade. I am disciplined, physically and mentally tough, trained and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills. I always maintain my arms, my equipment and myself. I am an expert and I am a professional. I stand ready to deploy, engage, and destroy the enemies of the United States of America in close combat. I am a guardian of freedom and the American way of life. I am an American Soldier.

A Soldier
For all the free people that still protest, you're welcome, We protect you and you are protected by the best. Your voice is strong and loud, but who will fight for you? No one standing in your crowd. We are your fathers, brothers, and sons, wearing the boots and carrying the guns. We are the ones that leave all we own, to make sure your future is carved in stone. We are the ones who fight and die. We may not be able to save the world, well at least we try. We walked the paths to where we are at and we want no choice other than that. So when you rally your group to complain, take a lookin the back of your brain. In order for that flag you love to fly, wars ust be fought and young men must die. We came here to fight for the ones we hold dear, if thats not respected, we would rather stay here. So please stop yelling and put down your signs, and pray for those behind enemy lines. When the conflict is over and all is well, be thankful that we chose to go thro

The Soldiers
When I look at the flag and I see the color red, It reminds me of the Soldiers and all the blood that they shed. When I look at the blue it's like looking at the sky. Then I think of the Soldiers and how so many had to die. When I look at the stars and I see the color white, I picture all the young Soldiers who must have died in the night. When I look at the flag I feel a sadness deep inside, As I think of grieving mothers who held Old Glory as they cried. When I look at the flag it goes beyond red, white, and blue. I see loving husbands and sons that gave their lives for me and you. When I look at the flag a million thoughts go racing by, As I thank God for America and all the Soldiers who had to die.

The Soldier
It may take you two minutes to read this, but if you do not take the time to read this you are one of the people this post is talking about. ---------------------------------------------------- You stay up for 16 hours He stays up for days on end. _________________________ You take a warm shower to help you wake up. He goes days or weeks without running water. __________________________ You complain of a "headache", and call in sick. He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward. __________________________ You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends. He still fights for your right to wear that shirt. __________________________ You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket. He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags. ____________________ ______ You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you. He knows he may not see some of his buddies again. __________

Soldier
Take a man and put him alone, Put him twelve thousand miles from home. Empty his heart of all but blood, Make him live in sand, in mud. This is the life I have to live, This the soul to God I give. You have your parties and drink your beer, While young men are dying over here. Plant your signs on the White House lawn; "Lets get out of Iraq". Use your signs and have your fun, Then refuse to use a gun. There's nothing else for you to do, Then I'm supposed to die for you? There is one thing that you should know; And that's where I think you should go! I'm already here and it's too late. I've traded all my love for all this hate. I'll hate you till the day I die. You made me hear my buddy cry. I saw his leg and his blood shed, Then I heard them say, "This one's dead". It was a large price for him to pay, To let you live another day. He had the guts to fight and die, To keep the freedom you live by. By his dying, your life he buys, But who gives a FUCK if a Soldie

The Soldier And The Nun
The Soldier and the Nun A soldier ran up to a nun. Out of breath he asked, "Please, may I hide under your skirt. I'll explain later." The nun agreed. A moment later two Military Police ran up and asked, Sister, have you seen a soldier?" The nun replied, "He went that way. "After the MP's ran off, the soldier crawled out from under her skirt and said, "I can't thank you enough Sister. You see, I don't want to go to Iraq." The nun said, "I understand completely." The soldier added, "I hope I'm not rude, but you have a great pair of legs!" The nun replied, "If you had looked a little higher, you would have seen a great pair of balls....I don't want to go to Iraq either."

A Soldier Vs N E 1 Else
It may take you two minutes to read this, but if you do not take the time to read this you are one of the people this post is talking about. You stay up for 16 hours He stays up for days on end. _________________________ You take a warm shower to help you wake up. He goes days or weeks without running water. __________________________ You complain of a "headache", and call in sick. He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward. __________________________ You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends. He still fights for your right to wear that shirt. __________________________ You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket. He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags. __________________________ You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you. He knows he may not see some of his buddies again. __________________________ You walk down the beach, staring at

A Soldier Is...
Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. Soldiers are found everywhere... in love...in battle... in lust... in trouble...in debt...in bars and ... behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack. A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the Protector of America, with the latest copy of playboy in his back pocket.

A Soldier's Love
Mother night holds me in her dark embrace. I look upon this strange new land, I'm trapped in this foreign place. And as I look up into this cold, dark sky, your love comforts me and tears fall from my eyes. (Chorus 1) For this love I've found, I'll stand my ground. For a love so true, I'd weep with you. And when the end is near, I'll shed my tears. By these stars above, I'd cry for this love. Through the years, through all my fears, you've been there for me. It's your love that has set me free. In this pouring rain, my body's racked with pain. But for you I'll carry on. For you I will be strong. For you I will succeed. Your gentle touch is all I need. (Chorus 2) For this love I've found, I'll stand my ground. For a love so true, I'd fight for you. And if the end is here, I'll so no fear. By these stars above, I'd die for this love. (Increased tempo) Battles rage before my eyes and everyday I realize, that loving you just can't be wrong, it's with you my lov

Soldier Needs Our Support! This Is Bs!!!
Maybe some of you have seen or heard of this story, but I ask you to please pass it on and show your support to this soldier- a friend of mine from myspace, and his family. As supporters, this should enrage you like it did me. Thanks ----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: Western Redneck© Date: May 13, 2007 2:59 PM my husband is a solider in the Army and I thought you would be interested in forwarding this to all your military brothers! thank you so! videos are at bottom... FINALLY HERE IS PART 2! THE ABUSE CONTINUED! YOU GUYS KEEP IN MIND THAT EVEN AFTER MY HUMBLE HONORABLE SOLDIER HAD BEEN BEATEN BY THE OFFICER THEN TASED BY THE 2ND OFFICER 3 TIMES IN UNDER 2 MINUTES....HE STILL CALLED THE 1ST OFFICER SIR CONTINUALLY IN THE AUDIO YOU WILL HEAR...IT IS HEARTBREAKING TO ME..BECAUSE I KNOW HIM SO WELL....HE IS GOOD THE NAME OF THE OFFICER THAT YOU SEE BEATING MY HUSBAND IN THE VIDEO IS 'OFFICER JENNINGS' AND YOU CAN REACH THE INTERNAL AFFAIRS OFFICE

Soldier's Prayer
By: Lewis Millett I have fought when others feared to serve. I have gone where others failed to go. I've lost friends in war and strife, Who valued Duty more than love of life. I have shared the comradeship of pain. I have searched the lands for men that we have lost. I have sons who served this land of liberty, Who would fight to see that other stricken lands are free. I have seen the weak forsake humanity. I have heard the traitors praise our enemy. I've seen challenged men become even bolder, I've seen the Duty, Honor, Sacrifice of the Soldier. Now I understand the meaning of our lives, The loss of comrades not so very long ago. So to you who have answered duties siren call, May God bless you my son, may God bless you all.

A Soldiers Christmas
A Soldier's Christmas TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO TH

A Soldiers Life
You stay up for 16 hours He stays up for days on end. _________________________ You take a warm shower to help you wake up. He goes days or weeks without running water. __________________________ You complain of a "headache", and call in sick. He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward. __________________________ You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends. He still fights for your right to wear that shirt. __________________________ You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket. He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags. __________________________ You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you. He knows he may not see some of his buddies again. __________________________ You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls. He walks the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists. _________________________ You complain about how h

The Soldier's Thought
the soldier's thought the bands have now started playing their drums rolling out marshall beats arms have been polished and sharpened soon violence and soldiers will meet the hardships of living these battles will slip into a comfortable state deprivations that will come tomorrow are the comforts we cling to today the closeness that we will grow into is a bond that few brothers can know the heartache of missing our loved ones and the sadness from losing our own for this none of us here are heros just brothers who've taken a stand we don't fight for medals of laurels but for freedoms and rights due to man across fields of danger we'll look out see the foes that we must overcome knowing full well when it's over too many will never come home the tears of a wife newly widowed the questions a small child will ask are the cost of these wars we go into are the hardest parts of these tasks when we've returned from this battle don't greet us with cheers a

A Soldier's Wish List
A Soldier's Wish List A Soldier's Wish List matches those wanting to "adopt" a servicemember with a Soldier, Sailor, Airman or Marine. The adopters then do their best to send a care package to their new "family member." The adopted troops are serving in hotspots around the globe including Afghanistan, Iraq, Kosovo, Kuwait, Qatar and South Korea. Their wishes are just as varied as their locales. They have requested everything from new desert boots and DVD players to movies, snacks and phone cards, and their adopters do their best to come through. For more information, visit the A Soldier's Wish List website. http://www.asoldierswishlist.org/history.php

Soldier Brutally Beaten At Las Vegas Airport Now He Cannot Serve In Iraq (read Spread The Word)
Soldier Brutally Beaten At Las Vegas Airport Now He Cannot Serve In Iraq When Army Sgt Mark Englund went to Las Vegas he went with the intent of having some fun before shipping off. Little did he know that upon going to leave Vegas from the airport he'd be in for the fight of his life. I will let the videos speak for themselves. But, all I will say is it is a very shocking brutal and senseless attack by Las Vegas Police Officers on a great hero/patriot Sgt mark Englund. Thanks to them breaking his rib with the blows of their nightsticks and the 3 shots from a tasergun, he won't be able to go to Iraq. The men that he was training in preparation of going to Iraq were stunned and shocked by the attack. They said he will be deeply missed in Iraq where they needed him, as a leader. I made a promise to his wife and him that I would help them out in any way possible. I am working on getting them on Fox News so it will go nationally. Here is part of the e-mail I received from

Soldiers
It may take you two minutes to read this, but if you do not take the time to read this you are one of the people this post is talking about. ____________________________________________________ You stay up for 16 hours He stays up for days on end. ____________________________________________________ You take a warm shower to help you wake up. He goes days or weeks without running water. ____________________________________________________ You complain of a "headache", and call in sick. He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward. ____________________________________________________ You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends. He still fights for your right to wear that shirt. ____________________________________________________ You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket. He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags. ______________________________________________

Soldiers
Lest WE Forget 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 a 155 mm 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 pai

A Soldier Is....
Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. Soldiers are found everywhere... in love...in battle... in lust... in trouble...in debt...in bars and ... behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack. A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the Protector of America, with the latest copy of playboy in his back pocket. When he wants something

Soldier: Media Is Enemy's Best Weapon
JOHN CARLSON, Des Moines Register May 23, 2007 A tired and disgusted Iowa soldier fired off an e-mail a few days ago, telling family and friends how things are going in Iraq. A Blackhawk helicopter pilot, Chief Warrant Officer Jim Funk has flown more than 80 combat missions since he arrived there in October. He described his Boone-based unit's successes after 5,000 hours of flying out of LSA Anaconda, a huge American base north of Baghdad. He talked about the tragedies he and his fellow Iowans have witnessed and his worries of becoming complacent as he goes on mission after mission. Morale? "We're treading water," the Ames man told the people closest to him. "We continue to kick butt on missions and take care of each other, even though we know the American public and government DOES NOT stand behind us. Ohhhh, they all say they support us, but how can you support me (the soldier) if you don't support my mission or my objectives. We watch the news over here. Every time

A Soldier's Prayer. By Unknown
Dear Lord I'm just a soldier, a protector of our land, A servant called to battle when our country takes a stand. Pray for strength and courage and a heart that will forgive, for peace and understanding in a world for all to live. My families prayers are with me no matter where I roam. Please listen when I'm lonely and return me safely home

A Soldier.
I carry a gun and have killed men before, It's not very fun to walk through that door, To be accused, beaten and abused, To see life fade between your eyes, Not knowing whether you'll survive, Fear surrounds you like darkness in the night, Anger makes you want to fight, They attacked us then, it's time they learned, For the mistake they made they shall burn, Although pain and anger cloud my sight, I will not be afraid to fight, I'll give my life for the USA, I'm very proud to say, And through my blood and sacrifice, Let me save at least one life, For that one life, Just might turn out to win the fight, Bury me beside my brothers, Who fought and died with each other, And all of them are proud to say, They gave there life to the USA.

Soldier's Prayer
Look God: I have never spoken to You, But now I want to say, "How do You do." You see God, they told me You did not exist; And, like a fool, I believed all of this. Last night from a shell hole I saw Your sky; I figured right then they had told me a lie. Had I taken the time to see the things You made, I would know they weren't calling a spade a spade. I wonder, God, if You would shake my hand; Somehow, I feel that You will understand. Strange, I had to come to this hellish place Before I had time to see Your face. Well, I guess there isn't much more to say, But I am sure glad, God, I met You today. I guess the zero hour will soon be here, But I am not afraid since I know You are near. The signal - well, God, I will have to go; I love you lots, this I want you to know. Looks like this will be a horrible fight; Who knows, I may come to your house tonight. Though I wasn't friendly with you before, I wonder, God, if you would wait at the door. L

Soldier's Kiss
I'm here waiting The return Of a loved one After long days and even longer nights I remained... standing behind him Supporting, and making our time special Limited but never taken for granted Seven months stretch to a year And yet I remained, Never wavering from His side or heart Never tempted to be untrue. All the loneliness and worry Worth every agonizing moment Seeing him unboard the plane In Uniform Arms open waiting for My Soldier' kiss

A Soldiers Wife!
A Soldiers Wife! She stands in line at the post office waiting to send a package to her husband, a U.S. Army soldier serving in Iraq. Envelopes, pens, paper, stamps, sunscreen, eye-drops, gum, batteries, powdered Gatorade, baby wipes and Twizzlers. He said he needed the sunscreen and baby wipes. She threw in the Twizzlers. There's a common bond at the post office in this military town. People aren't just sending letters and packages; they are sending smiles, hope, love and just a touch of home. People look around at the others, sharing their concern, fear and pride. They take comfort knowing they are not alone. Passing through the gate leaving the Army post, she enters another world. A world filled with pawnshops, surplus stores, barbershops, fast food galore and, of course, "Loans, Loans, Loans." This is a life that includes grocery shopping at a place called the Commissary. A life that has her venturing to the Post Exchange, referred to as the PX, instead of heading to Wal-Mart.

Soldiers Are Like Children
i am a soldier among millions of other soldiers we are tough war fighting machines by carreer we choose to defend our country but like children we need all the prayer we can get.we are far away and miss our home land and most of all our familys,so please be in prayer for all the troops no matter what branch you are in or your family member is in please pray for our troops to come home safely to our families.we dont mind proctecting you if your not a soldier but we still need to be with family too were soldiers not machines.so please just keep all of us troops in prayer,thank you

Soldiers We Honor You
A soldier strong and true We love and honor you You sacrifice to save us all To not let our country fall We stand for what is right We battle through the night Our flag shall wave at dawn We keep our Armour on When you serve your country well Listen close you’ll hear that Liberty Bell You set the captives free So they will know and see This country has a heart of love joy and peace Your labor is not in vain We shall remember your name You are in our prayers Yes we truly care Do you know that there are angels watching over you Though you cannot see them they are real and true No matter where they send you Do not be afraid When the battle rages Youll be strong and brave U.S. military will make you strong With discipline and training you cant go wrong Obey your leaders that are over you They will lead and guide you safely through But if you find your self in a hole Where it is dark, lonely and cold Just remember Victory is your goal Be a soldier strong and

Soldiers Promise
A friend sent me this, i liked it and like to share it. THIS IS THE SOLDIER PROMISE!!! If I ever go to war Mom, Please don't be afraid. There are some things I must do, To keep the promise that I made. I'm sure there will be some heartache, And I know that you'll cry tears, But your son is a Soldier now, Mom, There is nothing you should fear. If I ever go to war Dad, I know that you'll be strong. But you won't have to worry, Cause you taught me right from wrong. You kept me firmly on the ground, yet still taught me how to fly. Your son is a Soldier now Dad, I love you Hooah, Even if I die. If I ever go to war Bro, There are some things I want to say. You've always had my back, and I know it's my time to repay. You'll always be my daybreak, through all of life's dark clouds, Your brother is a Soldier now, Bro, I promise I'll make you proud. If I ever go to war Sis, don't you worry bout me, I always looked out for you, but I can't do that anymore, Cause I'm a

Soldiers (sent To Me From A Friend)
Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. Soldiers are found everywhere... in love...in battle... in lust... in trouble...in debt...in bars and ... behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack. A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the PROTECTOR OF AMERICA, with the latest copy of playboy in his back pocket. When he wants something

Soldiers
Oh Hell Yeah One of my sons serves in the military. He is still stateside, here in California. He called me yesterday to let me know how warm and welcoming people were to him, and his troops, everywhere he goes, telling me how people shake their hands, and thank them for being willing to serve, and fight,for not only our own freedoms but so that others may have them also. But he also told me about an incident in the grocery store he stopped at yesterday, on his way home from the base. He said that ahead of several people in front of him stood a woman dressed in a burkha. He said when she got to the cashier she loudly remarked about the U.S. flag lapel pin the cashier wore on her smock. The cashier reached up and touched the pin, and said proudly," Yes, I always wear it and probably always will." The woman in the burkha then asked the cashier when she was going to stop bombing her countrymen, explaining that she was Iraqi. A gentleman standing behind my son stepped forwa

Soldiers Prayer
If I ever go to war Mom, Please don't be afraid. There are some things I must do, To keep the promise that I made. I'm sure there will be some heartache, And I know that you'll cry tears, But your son is a Soldier now, Mom, There is nothing you should fear. If I ever go to war Dad, I know that you'll be strong. But you won't have to worry, Cause you taught me right from wrong. You kept me firmly on the ground, yet still taught me how to fly. Your son is a Soldier now Dad, I love you Hooah, Even if I die. If I ever go to war Bro, There are some things I want to say. You've always had my back, and I know it's my time to repay. You'll always be my daybreak, through all of life's dark clouds, Your brother is a Soldier now, Bro, I promise I'll make you proud. If I ever go to war Sis, don't you worry bout me, I always looked out for you, but I can't do that anymore, Cause I'm a big bro to all in America. I love you so much and you know that, Your brother a soldier now Si

Soldier
The soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that tree. As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to me. The battle had been long and hard and lasted through the night And scores of figures on the ground lay still by morning's light. "I wonder if you'd help me, sir", he smiled as best he could. "A sip of water on this morn would surely do me good. We fought all day and fought all night with scarcely any rest - A sip of water for I have a small pain in my chest." As I looked at him, I could see the large stain on his shirt All reddish-brown from his warm blood mixed in with Iraqi sand. "Not much", said he. "I count myself more lucky than the rest. They're all gone while I just have a small pain in my chest." "Must be fatigue", he weakly smiled. "I must be getting old. I see the sun is shining bright and yet I'm feeling cold. We climbed the hill, two hundred strong, but as we cleared the crest, The night exploded and I felt this small pain in my chest." "I lo

Soldier Poem
** For all of our soldiers out there .. either at home with their families or over seas fighting for us ... GOD BLESS YOU!! May you always know you are appreciated and loved. ** Pain Is My Passion If I ever go to war Mom, Please don't be afraid. There are some things I must do, To keep the promise that I made. I'm sure there will be some heartache, And I know that you'll cry tears, But your son is a Soldier now, Mom, There is nothing you should fear. If I ever go to war Dad, I know that you'll be strong. But you won't have to worry, Cause you taught me right from wrong. You kept me firmly on the ground, yet still taught me how to fly. Your son is a Soldier now Dad, I love you Hooah, Even if I die. If I ever go to war Bro, There are some things I want to say. You've always had my back, and I know it's my time to repay. You'll always be my daybreak, through all of life's dark clouds, Your brother is a Soldier now, Bro, I promise I'll make you proud. If I ever

Soldiers Poem
If I ever go to war Mom, Please don't be afraid. There are some things I must do, To keep the promise that I made. I'm sure there will be some heartache, And I know that you'll cry tears, But your son is a Soldier now, Mom, There is nothing you should fear. If I ever go to war Dad, I know that you'll be strong. But you won't have to worry, Cause you taught me right from wrong. You kept me firmly on the ground, yet still taught me how to fly. Your son is a Soldier now Dad, I love you Hooah, Even if I die. If I ever go to war Bro, There are some things I want to say. You've always had my back, and I know it's my time to repay. You'll always be my daybreak, through all of life's dark clouds, Your brother is a Soldier now, Bro, I promise I'll make you proud. If I ever go to war Sis, don't you worry bout me, I always looked out for you, but I can't do that anymore, Cause I'm a big bro to all in America. I love you so much and you know that, Your brother a soldier now Si

Soldiers Poem (left As A Comment On Page And Didn't Want To Lose It)
Pain Is My Passion If I ever go to war Mom, Please don't be afraid. There are some things I must do, To keep the promise that I made. I'm sure there will be some heartache, And I know that you'll cry tears, But your son is a Soldier now, Mom, There is nothing you should fear. If I ever go to war Dad, I know that you'll be strong. But you won't have to worry, Cause you taught me right from wrong. You kept me firmly on the ground, yet still taught me how to fly. Your son is a Soldier now Dad, I love you Hooah, Even if I die. If I ever go to war Bro, There are some things I want to say. You've always had my back, and I know it's my time to repay. You'll always be my daybreak, through all of life's dark clouds, Your brother is a Soldier now, Bro, I promise I'll make you proud. If I ever go to war Sis, don't you worry bout me, I always looked out for you, but I can't do that anymore, Cause I'm a big bro to all in North America. I love you so much and you know that,

A Soldiers Poem
** For all of our soldiers out there .. either at home with their families or over seas fighting for us ... GOD BLESS YOU!! May you always know you are appreciated and loved. ** Pain Is My Passion If I ever go to war Mom, Please don't be afraid. There are some things I must do, To keep the promise that I made. I'm sure there will be some heartache, And I know that you'll cry tears, But your son is a Soldier now, Mom, There is nothing you should fear. If I ever go to war Dad, I know that you'll be strong. But you won't have to worry, Cause you taught me right from wrong. You kept me firmly on the ground, yet still taught me how to fly. Your son is a Soldier now Dad, I love you Hooah, Even if I die. If I ever go to war Bro, There are some things I want to say. You've always had my back, and I know it's my time to repay. You'll always be my daybreak, through all of life's dark clouds, Your brother is a Soldier now, Bro, I promise I'll make you proud. If I ever

Soldiers Deserve Better!!!!
Ft Lewis has decided that we are losing too many soldiers to offer 'individual' memorials for those that are killed in action. They will now offer a 'once a month' service. Well, what kind of crap is that? I am considering going door to door with a petition. PLEASE , if you agree that fast food funerals for soldiers are WRONG, repost this and make the public aware of this travesty. i agree with this man on this topic. if you agree sign below. when it gets to 500 signatures please email this to miller_lite_01@hotmail.com, or joshua.apel@us.army.mil every name counts. . 1. spc. miller gregory 2. SGT Apel, Joshua 3. Teresa Ewing 4. Keri Gorbett 5. Tracy Odle 6. Erin Robertson 7. Tiffany Gibson 8. Heidi Cross 9. Hannah DeRoo 10.Kristi Nelson 11. Marie Oh 12. Petra Housen 13. Melanie Byers 14. Kristi Gregory - I heard this first hand from someone stationed there so it is true 15. Lori Hardin 16. Emily May 17. SSG John Gregory 18. Cherry Lane...Army Wife and troop suppo

Soldier Shoots Himself To Avoid Iraq
Soldier shoots himself to avoid Iraq What starts as a joke to wife ends with a $500 gunshot to the leg The Associated Press Updated: 9:54 p.m. ET July 13, 2007 NEW YORK - A soldier who recently returned from Iraq has admitted he paid someone $500 to shoot him in the leg so he could avoid returning for another tour. Jonathan Aponte, 20, claimed he had been robbed and shot but changed his story when police questioned him, authorities said. Aponte, who was facing another eight-month tour, had been scheduled to leave last Monday. "As far as being shot at every day, I think it's better," Aponte told WCBS-TV in an interview that aired Friday. "Mentally I can't do it anymore. I can't handle it anymore." Aponte was charged with conspiracy and falsely reporting an incident, according to the criminal complaint. Joke became reality Apone had joked with his wife about getting shot in the leg so he could avoid another tour, according to the complaint. His wife took the remar

Soldiers Poem
Pain Is My Passion If I ever go to war Mom, Please don't be afraid. There are some things I must do, To keep the promise that I made. I'm sure there will be some heartache, And I know that you'll cry tears, But your son is a Soldier now, Mom, There is nothing you should fear. If I ever go to war Dad, I know that you'll be strong. But you won't have to worry, Cause you taught me right from wrong. You kept me firmly on the ground, yet still taught me how to fly. Your son is a Soldier now Dad, I love you Hooah, Even if I die. If I ever go to war Bro, There are some things I want to say. You've always had my back, and I know it's my time to repay. You'll always be my daybreak, through all of life's dark clouds, Your brother is a Soldier now, Bro, I promise I'll make you proud. If I ever go to war Sis, don't you worry bout me, I always looked out for you, but I can't do that anymore, Cause I'm a big bro to all in North America. I love you so much and you

~ Soldiers Returning Home ~ 21 Picture Salute!!
God Bless Our Men And Women Over Seas That Have Fought For Our Countries And Are Now Coming Home... And For What They Have Faced And What They Are Coming Home To... Here Is The Link To The First Of The Pictures... God Bless You And Thank You!!!!! Layout Comments Graphics Military Images New Comment Codes HOT Layout Comments Graphics Troops Images New Comment Codes HOT

A Soldiers Wife
> > > >A WIFE'S REQUEST > >I was sitting alone in one of those loud, casual steak Houses that you find >all over the country. You know the type--a bucket of peanuts on every table, >shells littering the floor, and a bunch of perky college kids racing around >with long neck beers and sizzling platters. Taking a sip of my iced tea, I >studied the crowd over the rim of my glass. My gaze lingered on a group >enjoying their meal. They wore no uniform to identify their branch of >service, but they were definitely "military:" clean shaven, cropped haircut, >and that "squared away" look that comes with pride. > >Smiling sadly, I glanced across my table to the empty seat where my husband >usually sat. > >It had only been a few months since we sat in this very booth, talking about >his upcoming deployment to the Middle East > >That was when he made me promise to get a sitter for the kids, come back to >this restaurant once a month and treat myself to a nice steak. In tur

Soldiers Cry
When The night becomes so dark with so much pain. If you listen real close can you hear the soldiers cry Is anyone out there Is anyone listening to my prayers. All his friends know he might not come out alive but he would pay the price. When the thunder crashes in the sky know his heart is breaking. He knows God will pick him up in the end. God will come to the rescue. On the battlefield everyone becomes brothers, but if you listen real close you can hear a soldier cry Is anyone out there can anyone hear my prayers He came across the universe today to hear the angels saying you're going home So if you look real close you can see the smile of a soldier going home, because someone was listening someone was out there someone heard his prayers. Listen real close cause you can still hear the soldiers crying. I'll fight for you and I will die for you God Bless You! We will never forget.

A Soldiers Reply
Man took a flight, he was finally coming home, Feeling more relieved than any man has known, He spent so long, in a place that most fear, And when that plane landed down came a tear, Plane door opens still in uniform he stands, Nervous and confused, about stepping back on home land, He follows the others, checking each face for grief, But all that he noticed was the faces had relief, He steps off the plane and people were there, The Soldier astonished could do nothing but stare, They greeted him with open arms, a hug, and a sign, That said thank you soldier, your life for mine, Soldier walks still in uniform, down the street, He passes a man walking, he looks down to his feet, The man looks to him and stops him in his place, Only the Soldier and him, the man spits in his face, Soldier again with a tear, he asks only why, The man returns with an answer, a brutal reply, I do not respect you for the things that you've done, Soldier just listens as the man cuts h

Soldier
Tired, hungry and covered in dirt we've sweat, blead and been through hell But stood tall and fought through it all with no sign of fear and masked the stress with pride we'll stay and fight till it's done we'll stay and fight till were sure we've won no matter what it take no matter how long we'll show the world why America is and will always remain Free

A Soldiers Reply
Here is a poem written by a friend of mine. DJ Jaded X@ fubar This is awesome It just reminds me how special our Soldiers really are! I wrote this for the american soldiers and thought that you might want to read it...... A Soldiers Reply A Man took a flight, he was finally coming home, Feeling more relieved than any man has known, He spent so long, in a place that most fear, And when that plane landed down came a tear, Plane door opens still in uniform he stands, Nervous and confused, about stepping back on home land, He follows the others, checking each face for grief, But all that he noticed was the faces had relief, He steps off the plane and people were there, The Soldier astonished could do nothing but stare, They greeted him with open arms, a hug, and a sign, That said thank you soldier, your life for mine, Soldier walks still in uniform, down the street, He passes a man walking, he looks down to his feet, The man looks to him and stops him in

A Soldier's Reply
Man took a flight, he was finally coming home, Feeling more relieved than any man has known, He spent so long, in a place that most fear, And when that plane landed down came a tear, Plane door opens still in uniform he stands, Nervous and confused, about stepping back on home land, He follows the others, checking each face for grief, But all that he noticed was the faces had relief, He steps off the plane and people were there, The Soldier astonished could do nothing but stare, They greeted him with open arms, a hug, and a sign, That said thank you soldier, your life for mine, Soldier walks still in uniform, down the street, He passes a man walking, he looks down to his feet, The man looks to him and stops him in his place, Only the Soldier and him, the man spits in his face, Soldier again with a tear, he asks only why, The man returns with an answer, a brutal reply, I do not respect you for the things that you've done, Soldier just listens as the man cuts h

Soldiers Must Pay For Damaged Equipment
Army's 'Debt Of Service' Leaves Vets Perplexed Unbelievably, Soldiers Must Pay For Damaged Equipment Kirstin Cole Reporting (CBS) NEW YORK Servicemen and women who made huge sacrifices fighting in the war and now paying yet another price, even after coming home. One soldier in particular is currently battling against a new "debt of service." Brian Rodriguez is a fighter, an honorably discharged soldier who'd been deployed in Iraq. "I was a combat engineer," Rodriguez said. "We deal with land mines, explosives." He fought for his nation, only to return to his homeland and wage a fresh battle. Former Army Specialist Rodriguez started getting bills for $700 for lost or damaged government property this summer. Although he was discharged some four years ago, bills recently arrived demanding payment, but giving no details on what or why -- nor do they offer a way to dispute the charges. "For doing my job you're going to bill me?" Rodriguez said. And he's no

A Soldier's Life
It was just another day in the morning of a soldier's life. We were up and doing by 05:30 and showered and shaved and in line at the mess hall. Then it was time to start another day here in the desert. Far from home in the land of Iraq. By 08:00 we were in formation and ready to move out. Everyone had a combat load and we were all in full gear. Can't be to carful out here. It is just another long day here and the weather is already hot. The gate opens, and it is time to move out. We will be glad if this is just another long hot walk in the sun. As we head out the gate, a chill runs threw me. But we are solider's we have a job to do. We chant our slogan's and unit cree as we pass the gate. Gary Owen would be our's if we were part of the 7th Cav. Our unit has it's own motto, but that is just to keep our spirits up. And the morning passes. Around noon, we are about to call a hault and eat some MRE's. ( You know Meals Refused by Eathopian's. ) Ju

Soldier Meets God
Soldier meets God 8 days ago The Soldier stood and faced his God Which must always come to pass He hoped his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass. Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true? The soldier squared his shoulders and said, No Lord, I guess I ain't Because those of us who carry guns Can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was tough. And sometimes I've been violent, Because the world is awfully rough. But I never took a penny That wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked a lot of overtime When the bills just got too steep. And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear, And sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place Among the people here. They never wanted me around Except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here, Lord,

A Soldier Gone
The empty chair in your view May be for a soldier you never knew For every soldier Passed on before Wishing they could come home once more So out of respect We leave an empty chair In hopes that their spirts will join us here To remind us that they are gone But never forgotten Samantha Small

Soldiers {thank You Smw}
Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. Soldiers are found everywhere... in love...in battle... in lust... in trouble...in debt...in bars and ... behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack. A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the PROTECTOR OF AMERICA, with the latest copy of playboy in his back pocket. When he wants something

The Soldier
someone posted this in a bulletin but i wanted to add it to my blog. If you read this, you WILL forward it on. You won't be able to stop yourself. The Military 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 a 155 mm howitzer. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he

Soldiers
COME GATHER AROUND MY FRIENDS FOR I SHALL TELL A STORY, OF A MAN WHO IS NOW A SOLDIER FIGHTING FOR OUR GLORY. HE GREW UP IN THIS COUNTRY THE LAND OF THE FREE A PLACE WHERE YOU CAN SPEAK OUT LOUD AND BE WHO YOU WANT TO BE. HE ALSO HAS A SISTER WHO IS MUCH OLDER THAN HE SHE GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL IN THE YEAR OF 83. SO SOON THIS BOY BECAME A MAN AS HE TURNED THE AGE EIGHTEEN AND HAS A STEADY JOB IN THE EYES OF ALL MARINE. HE ALSO HAS A WIFE WHO HOLDS THE KEY TO HIS HEART AND A LITTLE BABY GIRL THAT SHALL NEVER BE APART BUT THEN ONE DAY IT HAPPEND A PHONE CALL CHANGED HIS LIFE "ITS TIME TO GO MY SON, NOW SAY GOOD BYE TO YOU CHILD AND WIFE" HE HUNG UP THE PHONE AND NO SOONER TURNED AROUND A TEAR DROP FELL UPON HIS CHEEK AND SILENCE WAS THE ONLY SOUND HE WALKED OVER TO HIS LOVE AND TOOK HER HAND AND WHISPERED IN HER EAR "IF I SHOULD NOT RETURN MY ANGEL PLEASE KEEP ME IN YOUR PRAYER" HE GRABBED HIS THINGS AND WALKED OUTSIDE AND BEHIND HIM CLOSED THE DOOR SAYING" I AM A

Soldiers Thoughts
I wrote this for the soldiers. From a long journey the soldier comes home. Off the plane hes steps he looks over the crowd, knowing he won't find his loved ones there. He slings his bags on his shoulder and slowly walks. Seeing Christmas decorations with every step he takes. He wonders as the taxi pulls up, what is there when I get home? The drive is long. Has it ever taken this long? When he gets to the home he stands outside and looks at the scene before him. The tree in the window with the lights on a little crooked. The candles burning a bright welcome path sitting in the windows. The wreath that has all their names hanging on the door. But the most amazing thing.. 2 children in their yard. Could it be? They turn away from their half built snowman. They look at this stranger that has just pulled up and standing there with tears in his eyes. They say at the same time while running towards this man.. DADDY'S HOME and with arms wrapped tightly aro

The Soldier (poem)
The Soldier It is the soldier, not the reporter, Who has given us freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, Who has given us freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, Who has given us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier, not the lawyer, Who has given us the right to a fair trial. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, Who serves under the flag, And whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag. -Charles M. Province

Soldier Packed A Lot Of Life In 24 Years
MAHOMET – Army Spc. Justin Penrod didn't have much time for dating as a teen, his mother says, because he cared for his older brother, a quadriplegic who lived on his own. In between his service in the Army National Guard and his enlistment in the regular Army, Spc. Penrod had a job fixing air-conditioners for P&P Service Center in Mahomet. In 2004, a customer introduced Spc. Penrod to the customer's daughter, Christina Whittington; within a couple of months, they were married, just in time for Spc. Penrod to head off to Iraq. The couple have an 8-month-old son, Colin. Spc. Penrod crammed a lot of life and a little mischief into his 24 years, before he was killed Saturday when a bomb in Baghdad went off as he and his infantry buddies chased after a sniper. It was the second tour in Iraq for Spc. Penrod, who friends say had a lifelong interest in the military, helping the less fortunate and "getting into trouble." His mother, Tina Tuttle of Danville, said that as a you

A Soldier, A Lady And Her Dog
A WWII American soldier had been on the front lines in Europe for three months, when he was finally given a week of R&R. He caught a supply boat to a supply base in the south of England, then caught a train to London. The train was extremely crowded and he could not find a seat. He was dead on his feet and walked the length of the train looking for any place to sit down. Finally he found a compartment with seats facing each other; there was room for two people on each seat. On one side sat only a proper looking, older British lady, with a small dog sitting in the empty seat beside her. "Could I please sit in that seat?" he asked. The lady looked down her nose at the soldier, sniffed and said, "You Americans are so rude" she said, "Can't you see my dog is sitting there?" He walked through the train more and still could not find a seat. He found himself back at the same place. "Lady, I love dogs - have a couple at home so I would be glad to hold your dog if I can just sit down"

A Soldiers Prayer
It's time to sleep I've been relieved My rifle at my side My knife in it's sheath Lord let me live another day As I put myself in harms way I made my choice, I took the oath I stand for freedom, but I don't boast My God, my country, my family The things I hold so dear With these all on my side There's nothing for me to fear But if I should fall before my next relief I will stand before you Lord with honor and dignity So, while I'm here please make me strong To fight the battles and right what's wrong God Bless America

Soldiers Little Girl
While Kelsey's father was in Iraq fighting for our country Kelsey Briggs was here fighting for her life. She lost that battle. The mother of Kelsey Briggs sobbed, "I don't understand. Help me," in court after jurors found her guilty of allowing the girl to be abused. Jurors chose a punishment of 27 years in prison for Raye Dawn Smith. She lowered her head into her hands and wept as the trial judge, read the verdict — guilty of enabling child abuse. Jurors deliberated about two hours and 35 minutes, asking the judge at one point in a note if they had to be unanimous on punishment. The judge replied yes. Smith, 27, was handcuffed behind her back after the verdict was read at 5:30 p.m. Wednesday and was led away by sheriff's deputies. She told her attorney, "I don't understand. I love my baby." System called into question Kelsey, 2, died Oct. 11, 2005, at her home near Meeker after months of suffering broken bones, bruises and other injuries. (On October 11th, 2005 at 1:30 p.m., an Okla

Soldiers
Lest WE Forget 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 a 155 mm 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 hi

A Soldier
I JUST WANT TO THANK MY BEST FRIEND SHE WROTE THIS BOUT ME AND ALL THE OTHER MILITARY MEN AND WOMEN. There is discipline in A Soldier you can see it when he walks, There is honor in A Soldier you hear it when he talks. There is courage in A Soldier you can see it in his eyes, There is loyalty in A Soldier that he will not compromise. There is something in A Soldier that makes him stand apart, There is strength in A Soldier that beats from his heart. A Soldier isn't a title any man can be hired to do, A Soldier is the soul of that man buried deep inside of you. A Soldier's job isn't finished after an 8 hour day or a 40 hour week, A Soldier is always A Soldier even while he sleeps. A Soldier serves his country first and his life is left behind, A Soldier has to sacrifice what comes first in a civilian's mind. If you are civilian - I am saying this to you..... next time you see A Soldier remember what they do. A Soldier is the reason our land is 'H

A Soldiers Poem
A Soldiers Poem If I ever go to war Mom, Please don't be afraid. There are some things I must do, To keep the promise that I made. I'm sure there will be some heartache, And I know that you'll cry tears, But your son is a Soldier now, Mom, There is nothing you should fear. If I ever go to war Dad, I know that you'll be strong. But you won't have to worry, Cause you taught me right from wrong. You kept me firmly on the ground, yet still taught me how to fly. Your son is a Soldier now Dad, I love you Hooah, Even if I die. If I ever go to war Bro, There are some things I want to say. You've always had my back, and I know it's my time to repay. You'll always be my daybreak, through all of life's dark clouds, Your brother is a Soldier now, Bro, I promise I'll make you proud. If I ever go to war Sis, don't you worry bout me, I always looked out for you, but I can't do that anymore, Cause I'm a big bro to all in America. I love you so much and you know that, Your brot

Soldiers....
YOU KNOW YOUR SOLDIER IS DEPLOYED WHEN.... YOU KNOW YOUR SOLDIER IS DEPLOYED WHEN... 1. You wear old sweatpants and sweatshirts to bed. 2. You can watch whatever you want on TV without arguing with him first 3. You get up in the middle of the night to check your e-mail. 4. You sleep with your cell phone incase he calls in the middle of the night. 5. You love watching cute love movies because it reminds you of all the cute things he does when he's home. 6. You haven't shaved your legs in weeks. 7. The mailman knows you because you are always out waiting for him to come. 8. You start paying close attention in class when the words "military" or "iraq" are mentioned. 9. You suddenly have an obsession with anything military related. 10. You see someone wearing an army, navy, or usmc shirt and you get this overwhelming urge to talk to them. 11. You make friends with strangers online just because they are in the same situation as you and are t

Soldiers - Drowning Pool
These guys have my ultimate respect. They played for us in the desert, on CJ's birthday. even threw his cake on the crowd...lol. I think it was the wildest concert I've been to. Mosh pit on gravel, and such a small crowd for such a big band, though it lacked no intensity. I was blown away at how much they were in awe at being around us. These guys have so much respect for the troops. They spent hours after the concert taking pictures and signing autographs, just to make sure everybody got one. When they released "Soldiers", I knew exactly what they felt. This is one band that doesn't put themselves before their fans.

Soldier
The Soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass. "Step forward now, Soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?" The soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't. Because those of us who carry guns, Can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was tough. And sometimes I've been violent, Because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny, That wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked a lot of overtime, When the bills got just too steep. And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear. And sometimes, God, forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place, Among the people here. They never wanted me around, Except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here

Soldiers Are Heroes
When a soldier comes home, he finds it hard to.........to listen to his son whine about being bored. ....to keep a straight face when people complain about potholes....to be tolerant of people who complain about the hassle of getting ready for work. ...to be understanding when a co-worker complains about a bad night's sleep. ....to be silent when people pray to God for a new car....to control his panic when his wife tells him he needs to drive slower. ...to be grateful that he fights for the freedom of speech....to be compassionate when a businessman expresses a fear of flying....to keep from laughing

A Soldier's Question
Dirty socks and broken cots, No pillows on which to sleep. Artillery in the morning, Bunkers collapsing in a heap. So many sandbags left to fill, I've built so many walls. I'm surrounded by a maze of sand, A labyrinth four feet tall. No flag to boast our country, No song to shout our name. Just endless shifts of roving guard, And prayers for one more day. I'm in a backward country. Why? I do not know. I remember wanting to come here, But now I want to go. But I believe in Duty first, Wherever there's a need. My Uncle Sam gave me a call. I did right, and I took heed. With my buddy and my rifle, I go to the marketplace. I ask the man why we are here, And a smile comes to his face. His eyes are weak and hollow. His teeth are yellow-green. He speaks as if I am not there, As If I'm just a dream. "I have many children." Says this strange decrepit man. "They once were very hungry, So I searched throughout the land." "All around me was the fighting, I h

The Soldier
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is forever New Zealand. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom New Zealand bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam; A body of New Zealand's, breathing New Zealand air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by New Zealand given; Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, In hearts at peace, under an New Zealand heaven.

A Soldier's Coming Home.
A Soldier returning, parents yearning. Packing away trouble, clearing past's rubble. The soldier prayed each day to take him home one day. Mother and Father prayed, having him home one day Calling him son, showing friends medals he won. A phone ringing home, a desperate tone "Mom, Dad, I'm coming home"! A son with a plea, affecting all three. "A friend I'd need to bring home with me." "Son, he is welcome" they replied, "We love you, like God who has guided you." The son gave a history to his plea. A land mine took his soul, rescuing me his toll. Now I'm his guardian as angels go." "We can help him find a loving home, finding his soul, will be our God given goal." "Must be with me that he must go, I carry his woe." "Son, can't let this be our sin, time will fade your friend away. He'll find a way, will say a prayer." The son hung up. Dead tone rung. Phone for day's never sung. Only though

Soldiers Meeting!!!
The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass. "Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?" The soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't. Because those of us who carry guns, Can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was tough. And sometimes I've been violent, Because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny, That wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked a lot of overtime, When the bills got just too steep. And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear. And sometimes, God, forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. They never wanted me around, Except to calm their fears. I never expected or had too much. I know I don't deserve a place, Among the people here. If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand. But if you do

Soldier
I fight for a country that hates me for my skin, but i'm still a soldier. they hate me for my talk and my walk. I fight for a place where my family is not safe unless they are behind me, And yet im still a soldier. i fight for a place where people are mugged robbed and raped...but i'm still a soldier i fight for a pice of ground that little to now care about...i fight for a person who hates me cause of what i do. i fight for a place that is bound by blood and greed, a place where money run the world not life, i fight for a place where life is so fast that it blurs by you like how cars on the road zoom and then come to a stop and crash...i fight for a place where a man it not looked at in his eye to tell his worth but looked at his face to tell he is nothing...where a pice of paper tell you what you know and don't know...what you have been tought and learned...a place where knowlage is not just power but its it life I fight for a place where a man lives and dies free. where he can ca

A Soldier
There is discipline in A Soldier you can see it when he walks, There is honor in A Soldier you hear it when he talks. There is courage in A Soldier you can see it in his eyes, There is loyalty in A Soldier that he will not compromise. There is something in A Soldier that makes him stand apart, There is strength in A Soldier that beats from his heart. A Soldier isn't a title any man can be hired to do, A Soldier is the soul of that man buried deep inside of you. A Soldier's job isn't finished after an 8 hour day or a 40 hour week, A Soldier is always A Soldier even while he sleeps. A Soldier serves his country first and his life is left behind, A Soldier has to sacrifice what comes first in a civilian's mind. If you are civilian - I am saying this to you..... next time you see A Soldier remember what they do. A Soldier is the reason our land is oh so free, A Soldier is the one that is brave protecting you and me. If you are A Soldier - I am sa

A Soldiers Prayer - Mary Rogers
A SOLDIER'S PRAYER Written by his sister Mary Rogers In loving memory of my brother, Lance Corporal Jerry E .Metcalf who was killed in a rice paddy in Vietnam on June 15,1967. Time has not erased the emptiness. As the soldier looked down from the heavens above down on the earth and the land that he loved He saw its beautiful mountains, its rivers and streams the land of opportunity, of freedom and dreams Then he looked down at the red, white, and blue The flag he defended, being burned by a few His heart began aching; his eyes filled with tears Dear God, Tell me the reason for the flames and the sneers? What has happened to my people, where is their pride? Have they forgotten we carried that flag as we died? That flag was our symbol of a land free and true For hundreds of years it has carried us through If there ever was anything for which this country stood It was the flag that told others our land was free and good Have you forgotten my

Soldiers Gone Wild!
SOLDIER'S PLAYGROUND LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO HANG OUT WITH NO DRAMA AND GREAT FRIENDS AND AWSOME MUSIC ? COME TO SOLDIER'S PLAYGROUND center> ~ NOW HIRING FOR ~ ~ ENFORCERS ~ ~ PROMOTERS ~ ~ GREETERS ~ ~ BARTENDERS ~ ~ DANCERS ~

A Soldier Ran Up To A Nun
A soldier ran up to a nun. Out of breath he asked, "Please, may I hide under your skirt. I'll explain later." The nun agreed. A moment later two Military Police ran up and asked, Sister, have you seen a soldier?" The nun replied, "He went that way." After the MP's ran off, the soldier crawled out from under her skirt and said, "I can't thank you enough Sister. You see, I don't want to go to Iraq. The nun said, "I understand completely." The soldier added, "I hope I'm not rude, but you have a great pair of legs!" The nun replied, "If you had looked a little higher, you would have seen a great pair of balls....I don't want to go to Iraq either."

Soldiers Playground
Hey all, its my friends' bday today go bomb the hell outta his page and wish him a happy bday!! He also has a lounge where you can come to to wish him well, its called Soldiers Playground!! HAPPY BDAY ED AKA GOTHIC SOLDIER ~†GøThÏ¢†§ø£dî£r†~†ÂÑGÊL'§ BØÐ¥GÙÃRÐ†/†Øwñèr Õƒ SÕLÐÏËR§ MÃRÇHÏÑG GRØÚÑÐ†@ fubar SOLDIER'S PLAYGROUND LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO HANG OUT WITH NO DRAMA AND GREAT FRIENDS AND AWSOME MUSIC ? COME TO SOLDIER'S PLAYGROUND center> ~ NOW HIRING FOR ~ ~ ENFORCERS ~ ~ PROMOTERS ~ ~ GREETERS ~ ~ BARTENDERS ~ ~ DANCERS ~ (repost of original by '♥MiChElE♥~Manager/Promoter of Soldiers Playground♥GF of TiGgErZ♥& of Blett' on '2007-10-15 13:04:53')

Soldier's Playground
SOLDIER'S PLAYGROUND LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO HANG OUT WITH NO DRAMA AND GREAT FRIENDS AND AWSOME MUSIC ? COME TO SOLDIER'S PLAYGROUND center> ~ NOW HIRING FOR ~ ~ ENFORCERS ~ ~ PROMOTERS ~ ~ GREETERS ~ ~ BARTENDERS ~ ~ DANCERS ~

The Soldier
I will admit, my poems aren't very good. But, they come from the heart. This poem is for all the Men and Women who serve or who haved served this country. This is my way of saying THANK YOU!!! The Soldier The men and women who serve this country have earned the right to be called hero's. It doesn't matter which branch their in, as long as they serve proudly within. Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines, there's only one thing that makes them the same. They are called Soldiers, from the USofA.

A Soldier's Prayer
It's time to sleep I've been relieved My rifle at my side My knife in it's sheath Lord let me live another day As I put myself in harms way I made my choice, I took the oath I stand for freedom, but I don't boast My God, my coubtry, my family The things I hold so dear With these all on my side There's nothing for me to fear But if I should fall before my next relief I will stand before you Lord with honor and dignity So, while I'm here please make me strong To fight the battles and right what's wrong GOD BLESS AMERICA

Soldiers Life
War may be hell…but home ain'texactly heaven, either.When a Soldier comes home from war, he finds it hard… …to listen to his son whine about being bored. …to keep a straight face when people complain about potholes. …to be tolerant of people who complain about the hassle of getting ready for work …to be understanding when a co-worker complains about a bad night's sleep …to control his panic when his wife tells him he needs to drive slower …to be grateful that he fights for the freedom of speech. …to be silent when people pray to God for a new car. …to be compassionate when a businessman expresses a fear of flying. …to not laugh when anxious parents say they're afraid to send their kids off to summer camp. …to not ridicule someonewho complains about hot weather. …to control his rage when a colleague gripes about his coffee being cold. …to remain calm when his daughter complains about having to walk the dog. …to be civil to people who complain about their jobs. …to just wal

A Soldier's Prayer
When I am called to serve, Dear Lord, Wherever war may be, Give me courage to fight the battles, My country may ask of me. Grace me with Your presence, And know that I love You, While I fight the enemy, My country needs me to. Help me protect my comrades, As You expect me to, And keep me in Your loving hands, While I do what I must do. I want to do my duty, And to give the best in me, To do what I've been called to do, And protect our liberty. And if, according to Your will, I must give up my life, Please bless with Your protecting hand, My children and my wife.

Soldier
I found this, and thought I would share it with you all. I come from a Military family and it touched my heart. The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass. "Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?" The soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't. Because those of us who carry guns, Can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was tough. And sometimes I've been violent, Because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny, That wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked a lot of overtime, When the bills got just too steep. And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear. And sometimes, God, forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. They never wanted me around, Except to calm their fears. I never expected or had too much. I know I don'

Soldiers
Land of the dead blood shed upon the soil Soil of the broken fighting in a world not their own Killing those they do not know Gun shots fired screams filling the skys hatred overcoming many Death of their brothers those who fought beside them Goodbyes never heard broken homes tears turning to blood as the war continues on Never time to rest fears creeping in yet they keep moving on not knowing if tomorrow will even come yet they dont know the words 'give up' they just push on never to look back never to ask why just to fight fight for a war not their own fight against many to protect those they dont know to protect a freedom a freedom they yet to feel and as they fight we live.. we live cause they fought and died.. we live.. while they are lost lost on the land of the dead...

The Soldiers Testimony !!
ONCE UPON A TIME IN 1983 IN THE DANGEROUS STREETS OF INDIANAPOLIS A CHILD WAS BORN UNPRONOUNCED 2 HIM AND THE REST OF THE WORLD THAT CHILD WAS TO BE KNOWN AS JERRY LEE ABOUT TO EMBARK ON AN EMOTIONAL EXTERSION JERRY LEE VOWD TO USE HIS STREET KNOWLEDGE AND EXPERIENCE TO SPREAD THE GOSPEL AND FIGHT THE WHISPERS THAT WOULD WISH TO KEEP HIM SILENCED DEVOTING HIS LIFE AND KNOWLEDGE TO THE BETTERMENT OF THE ONCE MISGUIDED JERRY LEE TALKING ABOUT THE HURT,PAIN AND STRUGGLES IN LIFE FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER JERRY LEE REVEALS HIS LIFE FOR ALL OF US TO HEAR IN DETAIL SO BEGINS THE JOURNEY OF HIS LIFE AND IF YOU DONT KNOW THE STORY YOU'LL NEVER KNOW THE PERSON AND IF YOU DONT KNOW THE PERSON YOU WILL NEVER KNOW THE MAN !!

A Soldier's Christmas Poem
A soldier's christmas poem Body: You can hate this war, but do our soldiers a favor and keep them in your thoughts and prayers. Yes, they did choose to be in the armed forces, but they didn't start this war. They need our support even more at this time in the year when they are facing a Christmas (the most joyful time of the year) without their families. They are the reason you are able to read this message without the fear of punishment!!! Twas the night before Christmas He lived all alone in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give, and to see just who in this home did live. I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand, on the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came through my mind. For this house was different, it was dark a

Soldier....
We are Soldiers, We live and Die just like you, We Fight, We love, We drink, We Live, So Why is it, Protests happen, Against us, Turn to your neighbor Look at what you see, Hatred for your fellow man, Why? We Die at such a young age, A boy just 19, Could be your brother, your son, Your mother, your daughter, Your uncle, Your Father, These people give all, Just for your "freedom of speech" Slander us, call us names, like, "baby killers" "War machines" You see the negative, The harsh conditions in which we live, in which we cry, missing our family, Could be your brother, your son, Our mothers, Our daughters, Our uncles, Our Fathers, So just think about this, Before you call us names and hate.... "Greater Love hath No man than to lay his life down for his brother" We give ours to you, all we ask is for a prayer.... For your Brother, For your Son, For your Mother, For your Daughter For your Uncle For your Father, Bring our boys

6,000 Soldiers Claim Persecution By "christian" Evangelicals
I highly recommend the original post on dailykos: http://dailykos.com/storyonly/2007/11/22/11541/779 and the referenced Mother Jones article on Mikey Weinstein: http://www.motherjones.com/news/update/2007/11/anti-crusader-mikey-weinstein.html 6,000 soldiers claim persecution by "Christian" evangelicals by theyrereal Wed Nov 21, 2007 at 10:15:41 PM PST "They are proselytizing not on behalf of the Constitution of the United States and the national security interests of our country but rather on behalf of some sort of fanatical view of end times. And they are using our army to affect that." -- Ambassador Joe Wilson Mikey Weinstein, a former Air Force JAG and White House attorney for Ronald Reagan, has received over 6,000 complains from military personnel about being harassed by Evangelical "Christians". 95% of these complains come from people who are, actually, already Christians. For his trouble, Weinstein, founder of The Military Religious Freedom Foundatio

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Here is something that I wrote it has been now sent out in emails and put in newspapers. This will give you an idea of what we go through. Respond to it if you want. All alone in a country that I'm unknown. No one to talk to, no where to go. As I live in my hooch waiting on our next mission to take place, my mind drifts back to home, where I am known by family and friends. It is so lonely and so different. All I can think about is how nice it is to know that I am here so others back home can sleep in peace and enjoy their family and friends and the freedom they take for granted but enjoy and don't think twice about what is given for their wonderful lives. I am here for all Americans no matter if they like the soldiers or not. We are here while they are there with only worries of how much money can be made and how much more they need to get what they think they need. A soldiers mind in a combat zone is living life day-by-day seconds-by-seconds at any time their life could

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A Soldier's Holiday -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This poem is a bit long, but well worth it. Take the time to read it to the end and then pass it along to your friends. T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND. ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. AND THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS TH

A Soldier Today
i've been in the army for over little a year and i have seen so much that is a disgrace to the military itself. ...its not the uniform that we wear... its not the training we have received in basic nor the training we have had in are units...its not taking orders from one in higher command nor is it what the tell you to do and not the time we spent in Iraq. only a few still live the dream of a soldier...i spit on soldiers i cursed them and pulled a gun out on them...not cause they were soldiers but they were never acting like one...today these soldiers take and never give they use people and leave. what makes a soldier now...i use to look down on the military and now since i joined i cant help but look away in disgrace about these so called soldiers cause they only hurt others ...yeah they go to Iraq, Afghanistan..Kuwait, and Korea and many more places but hero's i don't and will never call them cause most take it all for granite when they come back and honesty the soldier out their

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Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. a soldier is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician and the subtlety of Mt. Saint Helens. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. You can kick him out of your house, but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list, but not off your mind. They are found everywhere; In love, in battle, in lust, in trouble, in debt, in bars... and sometimes behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter, clean clothes or a pack of smokes. A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. Brave without a grain of sense. He is the PROTECTOR OF AMERICA, with the latest copy of Playboy or Sports Illustrated or GUNS & AMMO in his back pocket. When he wants s