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05-26-2001, 10:10 AM
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Car: Recaro Option T/A
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For the Veterans...
Sorry if this is off topic
Don
The things they Carried....
They carried P-38 can openers and heat tabs, watches and dog tags,
insect repellent, gum, cigarettes, Zippo lighters, salt tablets,
compress bandages, ponchos, Kool-Aid, two or three canteens of water,
iodine tablets, sterno, LRRP- rations, and C-rations stuffed in socks.
They carried standard fatigues, jungle boots, bush hats, flak jackets
and steel pots. They carried the M-16 assault rifle. They carried
trip flares and Claymore mines, M-60 machine guns, the M-70 grenade
launcher, M-14's, CAR-15's, Stoners, Swedish K's, 66mm Laws, shotguns,
.45 caliber pistols, silencers, the sound of bullets, rockets, and
choppers, and sometimes the sound of silence.
They carried C-4 plastic explosives, an assortment of hand grenades,
PRC-25 radios, knives and machetes. Some carried napalm, CBU's and
large bombs; some risked their lives to rescue others. Some escaped
the fear, but dealt with the death and damage. Some made very hard
decisions, and some just tried to survive.
They carried malaria, dysentery, ringworms and leaches. They carried
the land itself as it hardened on their boots. They carried
stationery, pencils, and pictures of their loved ones - real and
imagined. They carried love for people in the real world and love for
one another. And sometimes they disguised that love: "Don't mean
nothin'!"
They carried memories for the most part, they carried themselves with
poise and a kind of dignity. Now and then, there were times when
panic set in, and people squealed or wanted to, but couldn't; when
they twitched and made moaning sounds and covered their heads and said
"Dear God" and hugged the earth and fired their weapons blindly and
cringed and begged for the noise to stop and went wild and made
stupid promises to themselves and God and their parents, hoping not to
die.
They carried the traditions of the United States military, and
memories and images of those who served before them. They carried
grief, terror, longing and their reputations. They carried the
soldier's greatest fear: the embarrassment of dishonor.
They crawled into tunnels, walked point, and advanced under fire, so
as not to die of embarrassment. They were afraid of dying, but too
afraid to show it. They carried the emotional baggage of men and
women who might die at any moment. They carried the weight of the
world.
THEY CARRIED EACH OTHER.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Don
The things they Carried....
They carried P-38 can openers and heat tabs, watches and dog tags,
insect repellent, gum, cigarettes, Zippo lighters, salt tablets,
compress bandages, ponchos, Kool-Aid, two or three canteens of water,
iodine tablets, sterno, LRRP- rations, and C-rations stuffed in socks.
They carried standard fatigues, jungle boots, bush hats, flak jackets
and steel pots. They carried the M-16 assault rifle. They carried
trip flares and Claymore mines, M-60 machine guns, the M-70 grenade
launcher, M-14's, CAR-15's, Stoners, Swedish K's, 66mm Laws, shotguns,
.45 caliber pistols, silencers, the sound of bullets, rockets, and
choppers, and sometimes the sound of silence.
They carried C-4 plastic explosives, an assortment of hand grenades,
PRC-25 radios, knives and machetes. Some carried napalm, CBU's and
large bombs; some risked their lives to rescue others. Some escaped
the fear, but dealt with the death and damage. Some made very hard
decisions, and some just tried to survive.
They carried malaria, dysentery, ringworms and leaches. They carried
the land itself as it hardened on their boots. They carried
stationery, pencils, and pictures of their loved ones - real and
imagined. They carried love for people in the real world and love for
one another. And sometimes they disguised that love: "Don't mean
nothin'!"
They carried memories for the most part, they carried themselves with
poise and a kind of dignity. Now and then, there were times when
panic set in, and people squealed or wanted to, but couldn't; when
they twitched and made moaning sounds and covered their heads and said
"Dear God" and hugged the earth and fired their weapons blindly and
cringed and begged for the noise to stop and went wild and made
stupid promises to themselves and God and their parents, hoping not to
die.
They carried the traditions of the United States military, and
memories and images of those who served before them. They carried
grief, terror, longing and their reputations. They carried the
soldier's greatest fear: the embarrassment of dishonor.
They crawled into tunnels, walked point, and advanced under fire, so
as not to die of embarrassment. They were afraid of dying, but too
afraid to show it. They carried the emotional baggage of men and
women who might die at any moment. They carried the weight of the
world.
THEY CARRIED EACH OTHER.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
05-26-2001, 11:23 AM
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Hey Don, that was beautiful man! I forwarded that to everyone I know!
As a sailor finishing the last few months of a 20 year career, sometimes I wonder if others really know what sacrifices we have made out of the call of duty. Works like this make it worthwhile because at least someone took the time to recognize us.
Thanks again,
Paul Mayfield
EW1(SW/AW) USN
As a sailor finishing the last few months of a 20 year career, sometimes I wonder if others really know what sacrifices we have made out of the call of duty. Works like this make it worthwhile because at least someone took the time to recognize us.
Thanks again,
Paul Mayfield
EW1(SW/AW) USN
