Lest We Forget


I’m sure you’ve read this before but it is worth reading again and again. Bonnie

HALF-MAN/HALF-BOY

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, who 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 him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark.
     He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
     He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
     He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.
     He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.
     He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.
     He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
     If you’re thirsty, he’ll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He’ll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
     He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.
     He can save your life – or take it, because that is his job.
     He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all.
     He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime.
     He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.
     He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to ‘square-away’ those around him who haven’t bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking.
     In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home , he defends their right to be disrespectful.
     Just as did his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the warrior who has kept our country free for more than 142 years.
     He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.

     And now we have women serving in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.
     As you go to bed tonight, remember to stop for a moment and say this prayer for our troops wherever they serve. Of all the gifts you could give a pilot, soldier, or sailor, prayer is the very best one.
Prayer Wheel
Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen.’

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About Bonnie Toews and John Christiansen

Bonnie's Blog Posts invite our readers and free spirits everywhere to share life's adventures with us. I talk about writing my novels, reading books, chatting with other writers and John's and my journeys around the world. We welcome your anecdotes to our experiences and discussions.
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