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by Two Moons on 31 March 2009 - 16:03
Because we can....:)
LOL.
by justcurious on 31 March 2009 - 16:03
by Bob McKown on 31 March 2009 - 17:03
A long gone friend of mine once postulated that our only true mortal enemy is Time...
I like:
My feet in a stream
The smell of a womens hair and her warmth on the ground beside me
Steel
The wind in my face and the voices it brings to me
The smell of a burning fire
The kindship of a man
Noises children make as they sleep
Cloths dryed outside
Puppy breath
Dragons
Sore muscles from honest work
Eric Clapton
Cars that need no metric tools
Young love
Hobits
The mist in the morning
Naked
The sound of rain inthe trees
Setting in a forest
by Travel time on 31 March 2009 - 17:03
by missbeeb on 31 March 2009 - 17:03
Bob, clothes dried outdoors are the best... towels... the rougher and scratchier they are, the better I like them and they smell lush!
by OGBS on 31 March 2009 - 19:03
Great post!
This past Sunday I was at a funeral for my friend's 24 year old son. He was killed, along with three others, when their Humvee ran over and detonated an improvised explosive device. Basically a 1000 pound bomb with a detonation device similar to a landmine.
At his funeral his younger brother read this poem. It is an eye opener and humbling:
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 patrols 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, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong. He doesn't get to eat today.
Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes. He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.
You go to the mall and get your hair redone. He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.
You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over. He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.
You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight. He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.
You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday. He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.
You roll your eyes as a baby cries. He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.
You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything. He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.
You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him. He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.
You see only what the media wants you to see. He sees the broken bodies lying around him.
You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't. He does exactly what he is told.
You stay at home and watch TV. He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.
You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable. He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars and helicopters all night long.
You sit there and judge him, saying the world is probably a worse place because of men like him.
If only there were more men like him......
R.I.P. Sgt. Robert M. Weinger, 24
and the three others killed with him,
Spc. Norman Cain III, 22
Sgt. Christopher Abeyta, 23
Staff Sgt. Timothy L. Bowles, 24
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