They might see your red eyes.

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damn, that's worth a lot.

That was good. I didn't cry but I had that tightness in my chest...I'm not nor was I ever one of the HSLD types but I understand everything he said. [USA] Sadly the rest of the world(civilians/libs) will never know.

Good words, I liked it.

That was one of the best 'Duty, Honor, Country' pieces I've ever read. Long enough to tell a real story, but short enough to make the point without loosing anyone in the process. HOOAH!

it wasn't until the very end that I started to get wet around the eyes ...

Wow.

Thanks for that.

Alex

You won't find those lessons on liberal college campuses.  

Toward the end of my career I was concerned about whether the young people coming up would be able to handle the defense of our Republic.  Looking at operations in Afghanistan and Iraq I had nothing to worry about.  

The greatest lessons of a career well spoken and passed on.

I can only reply with one phrase---good juju!

wow just about says it all.

Thanks for posting that.

TXL

Not bad for an Or-off-his-sir.  I’m glad he wasn’t a Leg.  It also shows he knows how to count without using his fingers.

Former Sergeant, and Paratrooper.
[;)]

Thank you.

Thanks for the warning.  But you know, I had to read it anyway.  Yup, I got red eyes.  

That gave me chills and tears.

related to this ...

There's a guy in one of my squads.  His name is Corporal Riley King.  He served a 1 year tour in Vietnam with the 101st.  Some of the stories he tells definitely bring tears to your eyes, some of them wrench your gut, and some of them piss you off to no end.  This guy was on Hamburger Hill, and he's still alive and kicking it today, as a SAW gunner.

WHEN I GET HOME--LETTERS FROM BOBBY
Michelle Renee Bier

This story is for all of the families who have lost someone they love in Vietnam.

Dear Dad,                                                                    July 10th, 1959
Camp is fun!! We played baseball yesterday afternoon. My team won.
Today we went hiking in the woods. My friend Ted found a snake and
got bit, he had to go see the nurse. He's going home tomorrow.
Camp is over in two weeks. I can't wait to come home and tell everyone
about how much fun I had here. I want to tell you, mom, and Sarah all about it.
Your Son,
Bobby
PS...I'll see you when I get home.
*****************************************
Dad,                                                                                June 28th, 1967
It's around 9pm right now. I am really tired. Boot Camp is harder
than I thought it would be. But we are learning a lot. It's the early morning
wake up calls that get to me.
I think I made the right decision in going into the military.
It rained all day. We were all covered in mud because we had to run
and crawl through it so much.
I miss the three of you! Gotta get some sleep now.
Love,
Bobby
PS...I'll see you when I get home!!
********************************************
Dad,                                                                                  January 3rd, 1968
It's pure hell over here, Dad.
Somedays I feel like I have no mind left inside my skull.
I'm sorry that I missed Sarah's 16th birthday. The days seem to run
together now. Hard for me to imagine my little sister being so old now.
Tell her that I love her, ok?
We went to a small village last week. I told you before how our
platoon leader is a real SOB--it's hard for me to write and tell you
this....he blew this vietnamese guy's face off while we watched. I can't
take it. The only reason he had for doing it was because he couldn't
understand what the guy was trying to say to him. I guess it pissed him
off. I've been having nightmares about it.
They set their little huts on fire with cigarette lighters. They
call it Zippo parties.
I have never been so scared in my life.Everyone's scared. You can
see it in their eyes.
It might be different if we knew these people we're killing...but
you gotta get them before they get you.
The worst time is when everything is quiet. This one guy named Sam
just sits and stares off into nothing when it's quiet. He's been here
longer than me.
It's hard to get close to anyone here, Dad. One of my buddies
stepped on a landmine and not much of him was left. What makes it even
worse is I remember all of the times he showed me pictures of his wife and kid.
Please pray for me.
I want to come back home. That won't be for a while.
Miss you all!!!
Bobby
PS....I'll see you when I get home!
********************************************
Dear Bobby,                                                                    July 6th, 1998
I miss you so much, Son.
Sorry I haven't written in so long. But every time I would start
to--I would break down.
It seemed that while the war was going on..time went by so slowly.
Now, well..I guess things haven't changed that much.
I am still waiting for you to walk in the front door. To hear your
foot falls in the hall in the mornings.
They closed down the old High School. They are talking about a
mini-mall.
We still have all of your letters. They're in a steel box in the
attic. Your mother pulled them out last night again. She sat up a long
time, reading every line of them.
Sarah married in 1973. You would've liked her husband, Greg. They
have four kids. She told them all about you, Bobby. She misses you everyday.
I'm 72 years old now. But time stands still for you, Son. You'll
always be 19 to me.
I just wanted to remind you how much I love you. Every time I run my
fingers across your name on this Wall--I swear that I can still feel you
standing beside me.
You finally made it home. Safe with God in Heaven. Rest well, Bobby.
With all of my love,
Dad
PS...I'll see you when I get home.

[:(]

And to think these brave men were spat upon when they returned...... [pissed]

I AM not a cry baby. damm it

Damn.

Mexican War OPORD from 2nd Dragoons:

"Follow your officers, and remember your regiment."

"Ready and Forward"