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:: Saturday, November 04, 2006 ::
Life
I have learned that my days seem to go by faster when I don't watch the news, I drink at least two pots of coffee, and I stay busy all day and don't have time to put my feet up and relax. Has this become the good life?
Take what you can get, right? I have also learned that complaining does no good for anyone. I still let a few complaints slip, but for the most part, my lips have stayed sealed when moronic people have mosied into our office or when I'm sent on a mission through camp that everyone knows is a goat-rope.
It seems to be easier living the life of a lower enlisted soldier when you erase your emotions. When a soldier can execute a given order without thinking, the task is accomplished faster and more effeciently. And in this day and age, time is of the essence.
However, taking the easy way isn't best for me. I can't erase my emotions, sever my ties to common sense, and drum around post following orders. Maybe someday I'll make as good an NCO as my E-7 and have a young specialist under my command, and I can show him that resistance to "the way" isn't bad, you just have to be tactical.
Or maybe someday I'll make as good an officer as my captain and I'll have a young specialist under my command, and I can show him that asking questions isn't bad and the good guy usually wins.
I'm not made for the Army; that is no secret. However, I have learned through my mentors that you have to take what the Army gives you and turn it into something you can use. I am a better person for being in the military. I may not show it outwardly; I still enjoy my sleep, enjoy well prepared food, and ask too many questions. But this isn't all about being the "perfect soldier." This is all about learning.
We are here to teach a new nation how to support itself. Likewise, I am learning how to be a better person. My mentors have showed me that everyone has a reason, you just have to figure that reason out and only then can you truly understand that person. And in turn you will be able to live with that person better.
Life is about living. Life is about knowing people and understanding them so you can get along peacefully.
Surviving.
:: Ben 1:03 PM [+] ::
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Comments:
**THIS IS LONG BEN, BUT I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT LIKE IT**
Don't Close your Blinds! The other day, my nine year old son wanted to
know why we were at war. My husband looked at our son and then looked at
me. My husband and I were in the Army during the Gulf War and we would be
honored to serve and defend our Country again today. I knew that my husband
would give him a good explanation. My husband thought for a few minutes and
then told my son to go stand in our front living room window.
He said "Son, stand there and tell me what you see?"
"I see trees and cars and our neighbor's houses." he replied.
"OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the
United States of America and you are President Bush."
Our son giggled and said "OK."
"Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every
house and yard on this block is a different country" my husband said.
"OK Dad, I'm pretending."
"Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and pretend you
see Saddam come out of his house with his wife, he has her by the hair and
is hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the face,
he throws her on the ground, then he starts to kick her to death.. Their
children run out and are afraid to stop him, they are screaming and crying,
they are watching this but do nothing because they are kids and they
are afraid of their father. You see all of this, son....what do you do?"
"Dad?"
"What do you do son?"
"I'd call the police, Dad."
"OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations. They take your call.
They listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help. What do
you do then son?"
"Dad.......... but the police are supposed to help!" My son starts to whine.
"They don't want to son, because they say that it is not their place
or your place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," my husband
says.
"But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims.
"I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want
you to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you're
pretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his
children."
"Daddy...he kills them?"
"Yes son, he does. What do you do?"
"Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my next
door neighbor to help me stop him," our son says.
"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get
involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him,"
my husband says.
"But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!"
"WHAT DO YOU DO SON?" Our son starts to cry.
"OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask
for help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and
puffs out his chest. Guess what he does next son?"
"What Daddy?"
"He walks across the street to the old ladies house and breaks down her
door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire and
then...he kills her. He turns around and sees you standing in the
window and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?"
"Daddy..."
"WHAT DO YOU DO?"
Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, "I'd close the
blinds, Daddy."
My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him.
"Why?"
"Because Daddy.....the police are supposed to help people who needs
them...and they won't help.... You always say that neighbors are
supposed to
HELP neighbors, but they won't help either...they won't help me stop
him...I'm afraid....I can't do it by myself Daddy.....I can't look out
my window and just watch him do all these terrible things
and...and.....do nothing...so....I'm just going to close the blinds....
so I can't see whathe's doing........and I'm going to pretend that it
is not happening."
I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine year old son standing in
the window, looking pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husband's
questions and he says...
"Son"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Open the blinds because that man.... he's at your front door... "WHAT
DO YOU DO?"
My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up his
tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes, without hesitation he
says: " I DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD!! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM HURT MOMMY OR
MY SISTER, DAD!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD, I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM!!!!!"
I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs our son to his
chest and hugs him tight, and says... " It's too late to fight him, he's too
strong and he's already at YOUR front door son.....you should have stopped
him BEFORE he killed his wife, and his children and the old lady across the
way. You have to do what's right, even if you have to do it alone, before
its too late." my husband whispers. THAT scenario I just gave you is
WHY we are at war with Iraq . When good men stand by and let evil happen son,
THAT is the greatest atrocity in the world.
"YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO
IT
ALONE!" BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN! BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS!! SUPPORT
THEM!!!
SUPPORT AMERICA SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO
CLOSE THEIR BLINDS..."
GOD BLESS!
Don't Close your Blinds! The other day, my nine year old son wanted to
know why we were at war. My husband looked at our son and then looked at
me. My husband and I were in the Army during the Gulf War and we would be
honored to serve and defend our Country again today. I knew that my husband
would give him a good explanation. My husband thought for a few minutes and
then told my son to go stand in our front living room window.
He said "Son, stand there and tell me what you see?"
"I see trees and cars and our neighbor's houses." he replied.
"OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the
United States of America and you are President Bush."
Our son giggled and said "OK."
"Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every
house and yard on this block is a different country" my husband said.
"OK Dad, I'm pretending."
"Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and pretend you
see Saddam come out of his house with his wife, he has her by the hair and
is hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the face,
he throws her on the ground, then he starts to kick her to death.. Their
children run out and are afraid to stop him, they are screaming and crying,
they are watching this but do nothing because they are kids and they
are afraid of their father. You see all of this, son....what do you do?"
"Dad?"
"What do you do son?"
"I'd call the police, Dad."
"OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations. They take your call.
They listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help. What do
you do then son?"
"Dad.......... but the police are supposed to help!" My son starts to whine.
"They don't want to son, because they say that it is not their place
or your place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," my husband
says.
"But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims.
"I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want
you to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you're
pretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his
children."
"Daddy...he kills them?"
"Yes son, he does. What do you do?"
"Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my next
door neighbor to help me stop him," our son says.
"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get
involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him,"
my husband says.
"But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!"
"WHAT DO YOU DO SON?" Our son starts to cry.
"OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask
for help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and
puffs out his chest. Guess what he does next son?"
"What Daddy?"
"He walks across the street to the old ladies house and breaks down her
door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire and
then...he kills her. He turns around and sees you standing in the
window and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?"
"Daddy..."
"WHAT DO YOU DO?"
Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, "I'd close the
blinds, Daddy."
My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him.
"Why?"
"Because Daddy.....the police are supposed to help people who needs
them...and they won't help.... You always say that neighbors are
supposed to
HELP neighbors, but they won't help either...they won't help me stop
him...I'm afraid....I can't do it by myself Daddy.....I can't look out
my window and just watch him do all these terrible things
and...and.....do nothing...so....I'm just going to close the blinds....
so I can't see whathe's doing........and I'm going to pretend that it
is not happening."
I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine year old son standing in
the window, looking pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husband's
questions and he says...
"Son"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Open the blinds because that man.... he's at your front door... "WHAT
DO YOU DO?"
My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up his
tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes, without hesitation he
says: " I DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD!! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM HURT MOMMY OR
MY SISTER, DAD!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD, I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM!!!!!"
I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs our son to his
chest and hugs him tight, and says... " It's too late to fight him, he's too
strong and he's already at YOUR front door son.....you should have stopped
him BEFORE he killed his wife, and his children and the old lady across the
way. You have to do what's right, even if you have to do it alone, before
its too late." my husband whispers. THAT scenario I just gave you is
WHY we are at war with Iraq . When good men stand by and let evil happen son,
THAT is the greatest atrocity in the world.
"YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO
IT
ALONE!" BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN! BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS!! SUPPORT
THEM!!!
SUPPORT AMERICA SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO
CLOSE THEIR BLINDS..."
GOD BLESS!
I have a question to daddy from a nine-year-old. Why did this war start with a shock and awe campaign that killed over 100,000 (mostly women and children)? According to my congressman this is the actual number of killings on the first day.
"War is INCONSISTENT with the teachings of Jesus Christ". What is the greater sin if your neigbor is a liar and nobody will do anything about it? Bomb Africa and we can open our blinds.
Makes about as much sense as the above comment.
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"War is INCONSISTENT with the teachings of Jesus Christ". What is the greater sin if your neigbor is a liar and nobody will do anything about it? Bomb Africa and we can open our blinds.
Makes about as much sense as the above comment.
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