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Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

We support our troops!

This time around I will be very careful in what I say here. However, I will say that I get so angry when I see people on the side of the road protesting the war. Our men in uniform CHOSE to be there to fight for YOUR freedom. If you want to stand on the side of the road with signs, let them say, "We support our troops" or "Thank you for your sacrifice. We're behind you 100%" I have had friends and relatives in Iraq and they themselves have told me how much it hurts them to turn on the news and see all the people with their signs protesting the war. Our troops are willing to die for those people. They have chosen to leave their families, friends, and the comforts of home to fight for YOUR freedom. Let's support them! They believe in what they're doing over there. They believe in this war. Trust me, I have my own opinions on the war and whether we should be there or not and all of that stuff. One thing is constant though. I will support them no matter what in any way I can. I am a part of the 'Adopt a US soldier' Program. www.adoptaussoldier.org. It's a volunteer based program for people stateside to find a soldier and write him/her letters, send them packages, and just make them feel loved and appreciated. It's such a small sacrifice compared to theirs. The poem that I am posting here is one that my friend wrote and kept in the pocket of his uniform the whole time he was in Iraq.

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 the guns.
We are the ones that leave all we own,
To make sure your future is carved out in stone.

We are the ones who fight and die.
We might not be able to save the world, at least we try.
We walked the paths to where we are at,
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 the 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 could just stay here.
So please stop yelling, put down your signs,
Pray for those behind enemy lines.

When the conflict is over, and all is well,
Be thankful that we CHOSE to go through hell.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Independence Day

I decided to take this post down. Someone notified me that it offended them. Everything on my blog is of my own writing unless otherwise noted. Well this post was a forward that I received in my email. When I copied and pasted it onto here the ending, that says it was written by a dead marine's wife, had been cut off. I put it up as a reaction to some of the awful reports coming out of Iraq.

To 'Dead Mule' (The person who complained),

I'm very sorry I offended you. I see where the post was a little harsh. However, I also have very strong feeling when it comes to politics, freedom, and our military. Also, regardless of what was in that thread, I love God and his children more than anything in this whole world. That includes muslims. I pray for that country and those people. Jesus said, "Whosoever will" can come unto him. Who am I to say any different. Anyways enough time has been spent on this rebuttal. No offense or harm was intended.

Let me just leave this little snippet ,written by lil ol me, instead.

Have you ever thought about what it means to be free? Have you ever thought of the cost of your freedom? I often think of what it means to have freedom as an American. I also think a lot about what it means to have freedom as a Christian. Both of my freedoms have cost much sacrifice. So are you thankful for your freedom or are you just free? Next time you stare into the eyes of your choices just know this... for you to have freedom it cost someone something. (maybe even their life)