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Nov 9, 2019 16:09:34   #
thebigp
 
If you read this, you WILL forward it on.
You just won't be able to stop yourself .

The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's, but he has never collected unemployment either.
He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll, hip-hop or rap, jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer.
He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.
He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.
He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all.

He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime.

He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.

He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to “square-away” those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.

Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.

And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.

As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . .

A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.

Prayer wheel for our military.... Please don't break it. Please send this on after a short prayer.

Prayer Wheel

"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us.

Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen."

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those in Iraq, Afghanistan and all foreign countries.

There is nothing attached....

This can be very powerful...

Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coast guardsman, Marine, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.

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Nov 9, 2019 16:23:29   #
proud republican Loc: RED CALIFORNIA
 
thebigp wrote:
If you read this, you WILL forward it on.
You just won't be able to stop yourself .

The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's, but he has never collected unemployment either.
He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll, hip-hop or rap, jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer.
He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.
He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.
He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all.

He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime.

He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.

He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to “square-away” those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.

Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.

And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.

As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . .

A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.

Prayer wheel for our military.... Please don't break it. Please send this on after a short prayer.

Prayer Wheel

"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us.

Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen."

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those in Iraq, Afghanistan and all foreign countries.

There is nothing attached....

This can be very powerful...

Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coast guardsman, Marine, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.
If you read this, you WILL forward it on. br Yo... (show quote)


Excellent post!!!! AMEN!!!

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Nov 9, 2019 16:28:24   #
Lonewolf
 
thebigp wrote:
If you read this, you WILL forward it on.
You just won't be able to stop yourself .

The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's, but he has never collected unemployment either.
He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll, hip-hop or rap, jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer.
He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.
He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.
He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all.

He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime.

He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.

He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to “square-away” those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.

Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.

And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.

As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . .

A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.

Prayer wheel for our military.... Please don't break it. Please send this on after a short prayer.

Prayer Wheel

"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us.

Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen."

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those in Iraq, Afghanistan and all foreign countries.

There is nothing attached....

This can be very powerful...

Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coast guardsman, Marine, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.
If you read this, you WILL forward it on. br Yo... (show quote)



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Nov 9, 2019 16:59:57   #
EL Loc: Massachusetts
 
thebigp wrote:
If you read this, you WILL forward it on.
You just won't be able to stop yourself .

The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's, but he has never collected unemployment either.
He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll, hip-hop or rap, jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer.
He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.
He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.
He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all.

He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime.

He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.

He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to “square-away” those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.

Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.

And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.

As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . .

A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.

Prayer wheel for our military.... Please don't break it. Please send this on after a short prayer.

Prayer Wheel

"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us.

Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen."

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those in Iraq, Afghanistan and all foreign countries.

There is nothing attached....

This can be very powerful...

Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coast guardsman, Marine, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.
If you read this, you WILL forward it on. br Yo... (show quote)


That's BEAUTIFUL. You're right, it will be forwarded and there will be prayer!
Thank you!

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Nov 9, 2019 17:04:16   #
Blade_Runner Loc: DARK SIDE OF THE MOON
 
thebigp wrote:
If you read this, you WILL forward it on.
You just won't be able to stop yourself .

The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's, but he has never collected unemployment either.
He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll, hip-hop or rap, jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer.
He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.
He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.
He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all.

He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime.

He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.

He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to “square-away” those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.

Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.

And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.

As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . .

A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.

Prayer wheel for our military.... Please don't break it. Please send this on after a short prayer.

Prayer Wheel

"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us.

Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen."

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those in Iraq, Afghanistan and all foreign countries.

There is nothing attached....

This can be very powerful...

Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coast guardsman, Marine, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.
If you read this, you WILL forward it on. br Yo... (show quote)
Jack Lucas was 13 years old when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. When he turned 14, he couldn't just sit back and watch so, in August, 1942, he ran away from his home in Plymouth, N.C., went to Norfolk, Virginia, and enlisted in the Marine Corps, forging his mother’s consent, and persuading a notary to vouch that he was 17.

Jack was in the Corps a couple months when they discovered his age. They were going to kick him out, but Jack told them that if they did he would just join the army. Apparently that was enough to convince them to keep him, so the Corps shipped him to various posts and he eventually ended up at a replacement depot in Hawaii in early 1945. Jack was afraid he wouldn't get into the fight so he stowed away on the USS Duell which was t***sporting 1st Battalion, 26th Marines, 5th Marine Division to Iwo Jima. Not wanting to be caught, he survived off of just bread crumbs.

On Feb. 8, 1945, just one day before Jack would have been listed as a deserter for abandoning his post in Hawaii, he turned himself over to Capt. Robert Dunlap, who assigned him to C Company. "I’d like to have a whole shipload of fellows that want to fight as bad as you," Dunlap told him.

On February 14, 1945, Jack turned 17 and five days later, February 19, 1945, Jack landed on Iwo Jima with Co C. 1st Battalion, 26th Marines.

On February 20, Jack and three Marines were creeping through a twisting ravine towards an enemy airstrip when they spotted an enemy pillbox and took cover in a trench. They spotted 11 Japanese in a parallel trench and opened fire. The Japs returned fire and threw a couple grenades that landed right in front of them. Jack leaped over one of his buddies, shoved one grenade into the voicanic dust with his rifle butt and pulled the other grenade under his body. One grenade exploded, and wounded him severely. Jack survived and was the youngest Marine to earn the Medal of Honor.

.

Jacklyn Harrell "Jack" Lucas (February 14, 1928 – June 5, 2008)
Jacklyn Harrell "Jack" Lucas (February 14, 1928 – ...

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Nov 9, 2019 17:43:09   #
elledee
 
The one and only and incomparable U.S. military.....God bless them and keep them all....outstanding posts thanks for sharing and giving me something truly worth forwarding

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Nov 10, 2019 05:43:20   #
Tug484
 
thebigp wrote:
If you read this, you WILL forward it on.
You just won't be able to stop yourself .

The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's, but he has never collected unemployment either.
He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll, hip-hop or rap, jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer.
He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.
He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.
He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all.

He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime.

He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.

He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to “square-away” those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.

Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.

And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.

As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . .

A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.

Prayer wheel for our military.... Please don't break it. Please send this on after a short prayer.

Prayer Wheel

"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us.

Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen."

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those in Iraq, Afghanistan and all foreign countries.

There is nothing attached....

This can be very powerful...

Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coast guardsman, Marine, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.
If you read this, you WILL forward it on. br Yo... (show quote)


Thank you military people for your service.
No greater sacrifice than to lay down your life to protect us.

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Nov 10, 2019 06:06:03   #
Nutter Loc: Fly Over Zone
 
“We Were in the First Waves of steel Amtracs who landed on Iwo Jima.” Book by Jack Thurman

“The Amtrac to my left was hit, the Amtrac to my right was hit,” Thurman said. “The Amtrac to my right was blown completely out of the water. … The Amtrac went down so fast it left a whirlpool in the water.”
The section of beach they were taking was Red Beach One, which he said was ironic since the water was already red with blood.
“All this happened before we could get onto the beach,” Thurman said. He didn’t realize he himself was bleeding from a scrape until his cheek started sticking to the barrel.
When his Amtrac reached the shore, the men started running for cover. Thurman remembers getting hit in the hip, which knocked him off his feet. The bullet had gone through his canteen, which he believes slowed the bullet down, and didn’t penetrate his skin, although he had a black and blue hip for several days.
“We had to take Iwo Jima because our B-29s that were flying from Saipan to Japan had to go up in elevation over Iwo, then they would drop low to Japan,” Thurman said. “Consequently, they burned a lot of fuel. Between Japan and Iwo, there were many B-29s that crashed in the water.”
The battle lasted until March 26, when the United States successfully took over Iwo Jima.
Thurman was a good friend of Ira Hayes, who later became well-known as one of the men photographed in the iconic photo by Joe Rosenthal, “Raising the f**g on Iwo Jima.”

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Nov 10, 2019 06:19:51   #
Tug484
 
Nutter wrote:
“We Were in the First Waves of steel Amtracs who landed on Iwo Jima.” Book by Jack Thurman

“The Amtrac to my left was hit, the Amtrac to my right was hit,” Thurman said. “The Amtrac to my right was blown completely out of the water. … The Amtrac went down so fast it left a whirlpool in the water.”
The section of beach they were taking was Red Beach One, which he said was ironic since the water was already red with blood.
“All this happened before we could get onto the beach,” Thurman said. He didn’t realize he himself was bleeding from a scrape until his cheek started sticking to the barrel.
When his Amtrac reached the shore, the men started running for cover. Thurman remembers getting hit in the hip, which knocked him off his feet. The bullet had gone through his canteen, which he believes slowed the bullet down, and didn’t penetrate his skin, although he had a black and blue hip for several days.
“We had to take Iwo Jima because our B-29s that were flying from Saipan to Japan had to go up in elevation over Iwo, then they would drop low to Japan,” Thurman said. “Consequently, they burned a lot of fuel. Between Japan and Iwo, there were many B-29s that crashed in the water.”
The battle lasted until March 26, when the United States successfully took over Iwo Jima.
Thurman was a good friend of Ira Hayes, who later became well-known as one of the men photographed in the iconic photo by Joe Rosenthal, “Raising the f**g on Iwo Jima.”
“We Were in the First Waves of steel Amtracs who l... (show quote)


I'll add something some of you may not know.
My friend lived across the street from a Mr. Wells.
He was the man that gathered the people up to recreate the moment for the statue.
He found the original men except for the Indian.
He had to find another Indian.
The poor guy felt so guilty that he wasn't the one to help raise the f**g, that he turned alcoholic.
He would get so depressed he would go to Abilene, Texas to stay a couple of weeks with Mr. Wells.
This guilt and alcohol finally k**led him.

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Nov 10, 2019 07:08:34   #
billy a Loc: South Florida
 
Tug484 wrote:
I'll add something some of you may not know.
My friend lived across the street from a Mr. Wells.
He was the man that gathered the people up to recreate the moment for the statue.
He found the original men except for the Indian.
He had to find another Indian.
The poor guy felt so guilty that he wasn't the one to help raise the f**g, that he turned alcoholic.
He would get so depressed he would go to Abilene, Texas to stay a couple of weeks with Mr. Wells.
This guilt and alcohol finally k**led him.
I'll add something some of you may not know. br My... (show quote)


There is a movie about this man, the Indian,that starred a young Tony Curtis. All about the F**g-raising,etc.- sorry,that's all I know.

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Nov 10, 2019 07:44:59   #
Tug484
 
billy a wrote:
There is a movie about this man, the Indian,that starred a young Tony Curtis. All about the F**g-raising,etc.- sorry,that's all I know.


My friend was in the military with Mr. Wells and lived across the street from him.
I was shocked when he told me about the second Indian.
The poor guy liked to stay will Mr. Wells because he knew why he was drinking and felt guilty. He tried to help him.
Didn't Eastwood make a movie too?
That's when my friend told me about it.

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Nov 10, 2019 09:20:08   #
Big dog
 
thebigp wrote:
If you read this, you WILL forward it on.
You just won't be able to stop yourself .

The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's, but he has never collected unemployment either.
He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll, hip-hop or rap, jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer.
He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.
He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.
He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all.

He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime.

He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.

He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to “square-away” those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.

Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.

And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.

As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . .

A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.

Prayer wheel for our military.... Please don't break it. Please send this on after a short prayer.

Prayer Wheel

"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us.

Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen."

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those in Iraq, Afghanistan and all foreign countries.

There is nothing attached....

This can be very powerful...

Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coast guardsman, Marine, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.
If you read this, you WILL forward it on. br Yo... (show quote)


Amen

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Nov 10, 2019 09:49:47   #
padremike Loc: Phenix City, Al
 
Blade_Runner wrote:
Jack Lucas was 13 years old when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. When he turned 14, he couldn't just sit back and watch so, in August, 1942, he ran away from his home in Plymouth, N.C., went to Norfolk, Virginia, and enlisted in the Marine Corps, forging his mother’s consent, and persuading a notary to vouch that he was 17.

Jack was in the Corps a couple months when they discovered his age. They were going to kick him out, but Jack told them that if they did he would just join the army. Apparently that was enough to convince them to keep him, so the Corps shipped him to various posts and he eventually ended up at a replacement depot in Hawaii in early 1945. Jack was afraid he wouldn't get into the fight so he stowed away on the USS Duell which was t***sporting 1st Battalion, 26th Marines, 5th Marine Division to Iwo Jima. Not wanting to be caught, he survived off of just bread crumbs.

On Feb. 8, 1945, just one day before Jack would have been listed as a deserter for abandoning his post in Hawaii, he turned himself over to Capt. Robert Dunlap, who assigned him to C Company. "I’d like to have a whole shipload of fellows that want to fight as bad as you," Dunlap told him.

On February 14, 1945, Jack turned 17 and five days later, February 19, 1945, Jack landed on Iwo Jima with Co C. 1st Battalion, 26th Marines.

On February 20, Jack and three Marines were creeping through a twisting ravine towards an enemy airstrip when they spotted an enemy pillbox and took cover in a trench. They spotted 11 Japanese in a parallel trench and opened fire. The Japs returned fire and threw a couple grenades that landed right in front of them. Jack leaped over one of his buddies, shoved one grenade into the voicanic dust with his rifle butt and pulled the other grenade under his body. One grenade exploded, and wounded him severely. Jack survived and was the youngest Marine to earn the Medal of Honor.

.
Jack Lucas was 13 years old when the Japanese bomb... (show quote)


Dear Snowflakes, here's an icon for you to emulate, not some rapper or pot smoking dude!

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Nov 10, 2019 12:08:00   #
Mike Easterday
 
Thanks for posting!!!!

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Nov 10, 2019 12:28:25   #
Wonttakeitanymore
 
thebigp wrote:
If you read this, you WILL forward it on.
You just won't be able to stop yourself .

The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's, but he has never collected unemployment either.
He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll, hip-hop or rap, jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer.
He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.
He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.
He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all.

He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime.

He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.

He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to “square-away” those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.

Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.

And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.

As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . .

A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.

Prayer wheel for our military.... Please don't break it. Please send this on after a short prayer.

Prayer Wheel

"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us.

Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen."

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those in Iraq, Afghanistan and all foreign countries.

There is nothing attached....

This can be very powerful...

Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coast guardsman, Marine, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.
If you read this, you WILL forward it on. br Yo... (show quote)


Amen and thank you!

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