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Less time for toys ,Bitenips said:
More time for boy's ,sexy
hmmm...
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Who knows what's around the corner,Bitenips said:
the man of your dream's.
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before I crawl in bed...found this in my email the other day...with the world events going on...I thought I would share......
The average age of the military man is 19 years.
He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country.
He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either.
He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away.
He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm Howitzers.
He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.
He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark.
He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity.
He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle.
He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food.
He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime.
He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them.
He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.
He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.
Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom.
Beardless or not, he is not a boy.
He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.
He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.
Prayers to all our boys...may they come home safe...
The average age of the military man is 19 years.
He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country.
He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either.
He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away.
He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm Howitzers.
He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.
He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark.
He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity.
He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle.
He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food.
He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime.
He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them.
He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.
He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.
Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom.
Beardless or not, he is not a boy.
He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.
He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.
Prayers to all our boys...may they come home safe...
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Bitenips said:
I was in the national gaurd NJ unit back in the first gulf thing.
We were on 3 day notice when it "OFICIALLY" ended!!!!!!
Our papers were writ,they were on captains desk, we were warned..!!!!!
&&& It ENDED!!!!! WE came within HOURS of going!!!!!!
I shot & directed fire of the 155millimeter HOWITZERS (self propeled)
G'nite for now, & I have chores for the day
later,,,,,,,,,,
Big cannons,, but CLOSE enough for them to SERIOUSLY dislike me!!!!!!!!!!
berkley2955
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Hey Bite...
Stopping by for a little and 
You seem a little down... Not your perky self... Wanna tell Uncle Berkie about it???
Stopping by for a little
and You seem a little down... Not your perky self... Wanna tell Uncle Berkie about it???
Another good morning Bite. I loved your military letter. I was 18 when I went in. Which was a long time ago. I pray for are boys and hope for their safe return. What upsets me now are those protesters.... O well don't want to start an arguement on here over this. I just hope you had a fun Saturday nite. Later hon!!
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berkley2955 said:Hey Bite...
Stopping by for a little
You seem a little down... Not your perky self... Wanna tell Uncle Berkie about it???
awww Im fine :kisses: just one of those bleh icky days :smile:
but its a new day now right? lol
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VikingJ said:Another good morning Bite. I loved your military letter. I was 18 when I went in. Which was a long time ago. I pray for are boys and hope for their safe return. What upsets me now are those protesters.... O well don't want to start an arguement on here over this. I just hope you had a fun Saturday nite. Later hon!!
Im glad someone liked it :smile:
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sweet diva said:Who knows what's around the corner,
the man of your dream's.
oh my... the line I just read on your post, "Who knows what's around the corner", did a deja vu... I was just on Lip's thread... and she had just posted a pic that said almost the exact same words...
butt...
that is too much...
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Fluffer said:oh my... the line I just read on your post, "Who knows what's around the corner", did a deja vu... I was just on Lip's thread... and she had just posted a pic that said almost the exact same words...
butt...
that is too much...
:coffee sip: I just love deja vu....
coffee babycakes? altho its prolly too late in the day there for it...
