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Regular Joe
 
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| | I am a military wife. I serve my country in the shadow of my husband as do many military spouses. We are all sitting at home trying to make the world for our children as "normal" as possible, while living the nightmare the we live with in the back of our minds. I sit here and listen to all the world scream for a military strike.
These same people don't want the military to get money for equipment, housing, or pay. Yet, they want my husband and many other young men and women to fight and die. To face the faceless enemy that they themselves won't fight.
To all who read my thoughts I want you to know. I have prayed all day. Not just for my husband or the other military personnel, but for all the world and the horror to come...
No one knows like military spouses the fear that I feel today. I have to make my children strong and be strong for them. I have to cry my sorrow after they have gone to bed.
So many Americans just say fight without knowing who is doing the fighting. I want you to know that it is the mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, sisters, brothers, husbands, wives.... we are the faceless people who give more than anyone in the world will ever understand.
You say fight. okay. You say defend. We do. You say protect. We do that too.
When you go to bed at night say a prayer and ask God to protect the military persons fighting for your freedom. When your government asks how to spend money, ask for pay raises for the soldiers that have to work extra jobs to stay off welfare.
I only ask today for prayers. My husbands goes off tonight to protect and defend. I keep watch till his return. If you really want to show you care pray for peace, not revenge.
I am sending this to everyone I know. To all the military spouses. Add your thoughts to this and pass this on. I also pray that as you read this that you are spared the pain of losing someone in this and if you aren't then I pray for God to comfort you in this time of need.
God Bless and Protect you all...
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ProudNiece In honor of Pvt. Harry E. Sears, 194th GIR, Co. B, 17th AB WW2 Purple Heart Recipient CIB And of my son, Jazz Edwin Sears (March 5, 1996 - Dec. 19, 2006) 
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Regular Joe
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Wish You Were Here
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 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 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 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 the ones we hold dear.
If that's not respected, we would rather stay here.
So please stop yelling, 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 through hell.
Corporal Joshua Miles
And all the boys from 3rd Battalion 2nd Marines, Kuwait
ProudNiece In honor of Pvt. Harry E. Sears, 194th GIR, Co. B, 17th AB WW2 Purple Heart Recipient CIB And of my son, Jazz Edwin Sears (March 5, 1996 - Dec. 19, 2006)
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Voluntaries By Ralph Waldo Emerson *** In an age of fops and toys, Wanting wisdom, void of right Who shall nerve heroic boys To Fathom all in Freedom's fight - Break sharply off their jolly games Forsake their comrades gay And quit proud homes and youthful dames For famine, toil and fray? Yet on the nimble air benign Speed nimbler messages That waft the breath of grace divine To hearts in sloth and ease So nigh is grandeur to our hearts So near is God to man When Duty whispers low, Thou Must The youth replies, I can.
ProudNiece In honor of Pvt. Harry E. Sears, 194th GIR, Co. B, 17th AB WW2 Purple Heart Recipient CIB And of my son, Jazz Edwin Sears (March 5, 1996 - Dec. 19, 2006)
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Regular Joe
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For God and the soldier we adore, In time of danger, not before!
The danger passed, and all things righted, God is forgotten and the soldier slighted."
- Rudyard Kipling
ProudNiece In honor of Pvt. Harry E. Sears, 194th GIR, Co. B, 17th AB WW2 Purple Heart Recipient CIB And of my son, Jazz Edwin Sears (March 5, 1996 - Dec. 19, 2006)
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Regular Joe
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"It's the Soldier"
By: Charles M. Province
A protest raged on a courthouse lawn,
Round a makeshift stage they charged on,
Fifteen hundred or more they say,
Had come to burn a Flag that day.
A boy held up the folded Flag,
Cursed it, and called it a dirty rag.
An OLD MAN pushed through the angry crowd,
With a rusty shotgun shouldered proud.
His uniform jacket was old and tight,
He had polished each button, shiny and bright.
He crossed that stage with a soldier's grace,
Until he and the boy stood face to face.
"FREEDOM OF SPEECH", the OLD MAN said,
"Is worth dying for, good men are dead,
So you can stand on this courthouse lawn,
And talk us down from dusk to dawn,
But before any Flag gets burned today,
This OLD MAN IS GOING TO HAVE HIS SAY!!
My father died on a foreign shore,
In a war they said would end all war.
But Tommy and I wasn't even full grown,
Before we fought in a war of our own.
And Tommy died on Iwo Jima's beach,
In the shadow of a hill he couldn't quite reach
Where five good men raised this Flag so high,
That the WHOLE WORLD COULD SEE IT FLY.
I got this bum leg that I still drag,
Fighting for this same old Flag.
Now there's but one shot in this old gun,
So now it's time to decide which one,
Which one of you will follow our lead,
To stand and die for what you believe?
For as sure as there is a rising sun,
You'll burn before this Flag burns, son.
Now this riot never came to pass.
The crowd got quiet and that can of gas,
Got set aside as they walked away
To talk about what they had heard this day.
And the boy who had called it a "dirty rag",
Handed the OLD SOLDIER the folded Flag.
So the battle of the Flag this day was won
By a tired OLD Soldier with a rusty gun,
Who for one last time, had to show to some,
THIS FLAG MAY FADE, BUT THESE COLORS DON'T RUN
ProudNiece In honor of Pvt. Harry E. Sears, 194th GIR, Co. B, 17th AB WW2 Purple Heart Recipient CIB And of my son, Jazz Edwin Sears (March 5, 1996 - Dec. 19, 2006)
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In Flanders Fields John McCrae, 1872-1918 In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies blow
In Flanders fields.
ProudNiece In honor of Pvt. Harry E. Sears, 194th GIR, Co. B, 17th AB WW2 Purple Heart Recipient CIB And of my son, Jazz Edwin Sears (March 5, 1996 - Dec. 19, 2006)
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Regular Joe
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The Final Inspection
Author Unknown
The soldier stood and faced his God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining bright
Just as brightly as his brass
"Step forward now, soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you 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,
But, I never took a thing
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't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't I'll understand."
There was a silence all around the throne
Where the saints often trod
As the soldier waited quietly,
for the judgment of his God,
"Step forward now, soldier,
You've borne your burdens well,
Come walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in HELL."
ProudNiece In honor of Pvt. Harry E. Sears, 194th GIR, Co. B, 17th AB WW2 Purple Heart Recipient CIB And of my son, Jazz Edwin Sears (March 5, 1996 - Dec. 19, 2006)
who was all that a trooper should be...
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