~Debbie~*ncnative4sure*

"The Average Military Wife." The average age of the military wife is 20 years old. She isn't old enough to buy a beer, but is old enough to manage a whole household on her own and maybe she has a kid or two. She probably never saw herself loving a man who was in the military, but she loves him regardless. Her penmanship has improved over the last few months, due to the excessive letter writing she has been doing. She cries alot, because she misses the man she swore to love. Her life isn't complete without him. She looks very tired, because of her many nights without sleep, due to a late night phone call that never came or a call that came and kept her up all night, just because she heard his voice, she is too overjoyed to sleep. As a wife, she is classified as a dependent, but she is totally independent. She tends to her household, her kids, her school work, and her job, all without her husband. She manages to wear a smile, even though inside she's crying. She understands that the man she loves has to go far away. She understand that he can be taken away from her in a moments notice. She feels a great sense of pride and probably cries whenever she hears the National Anthem, sees a flag blowing in the breeze, or watches the news and hears about another death in Iraq,she worries that it might be him. She goes weeks without a call or a letter, but she writes him whenever she gets a free moment. She knows how to convert civilian time into military time. She knows how to iron his clothes and how to get the creases just right. Before he left she used to complain if she didn't see him for a day or two, but now she gets annoyed when she hears someone complaining about not seeing their man. She may not have see him for months, but she remembers everything about him, every scar he has, the way he smells, and whether or not he snores. She has every picture of him and them out and in frames, she stares at them for hours on end, she has read every letter at least 40 times. Even though her man is a half a world away, she still manages to go on with her life, as he would want her to. You may not know what she looks like, but as soon as you see her in the store you'll know that her husband is a world away without even having to speak to her. Shes the one who's half frowning half smiling, she has at least one Support out Troops pin that she wears and one thats on her car. Half her wardrobe is based on his military branch. She owns lots of stuff that has his branch on it. She never knew that she could love the color of camouflage green, tan, navy blue, red or black so much. Next time you see her, you'll know her, thank her for what the man she loves is doing. She will greatly appreciate it and she will smile and thank you, and just because you thanked her she'll smile the rest of the day!Just Another SoldierI stand on a Pedestal you put me here. You don't know me not even my name. You call me a hero. I'm no better than the rest. Many came before me and now lay to rest. I wear a flag on my arm and my name on my chest. I'm just another soldier.I lay my life on the line for my country and this land. I'm way across the desert fighting in the sand. My brothers falling around me going home in flag draped box. Yet I'm still standing solid as a rock. I will not quit because my brother is gone. I took my oath I will carry on. I'm just another soldier.I know some can't be here though they wish they could be. I'm here for you my neighbor because freedom don't come free. Don't worry that you can't be here my true brother or my friends. I'm fighting in your place. If I fall down and die don't let them call me a disgrace. I'm fighting for the politician who gave himself a raise but won't put on a uniform and join me in this place. I'm just another soldier.I will stay till my mission is done or until the war is won. My family of brothers we will all come home. For the ones who came before us and those yet to come. We all volunteered, knew the cost, and that not every battle would be won. None is better than the rest. We just do what we were trained to do. Some will die and some will come home. Remember we're all brothers and soldiers to the end. I'm just another soldier.The ones that died around me. They are the heroes that I see. They gave there lives so others could be free. Their families cry for them while mine waits for me. So please don't call me hero. I'm no better than the rest. When I die they will bury me in a flagged draped box just like the rest. Please just don't forget to pin my medals on my chest. Because I'm just another soldier. No better than the rest.By Bruce Harbism (currently in Iraq)Remember By:Daryl A. JohnsonRemember back to nine eleven When the good Lord took so many to Heaven The children, the husbands, the wives Oh how it changed all our lives So this happens no more Terrorism is the reason for war Saddam may have been caught But this war must still be fought For all of those who say this is not right Remember it was the soldiers who volunteered to fight Remember the soldiers have a voice Remember the soldiers made that choice We the soldiers took the vow To fight where, when, and how Don't hate us for what we do Remember we are doing this for you. "TOGETHER ONE LAST TIME"...NOW THAT'S TRUE LOVE & DEVOTION..."BAGHDAD TEARS" On an Iraqi street in Baghdad, A soldier mourns as he kneels, Beside his fallen American comrade.Tears shed for one who died, Sacrificed to free oppressed, For Iraqi newborn freedom.American modern minuteman, On foreign soil to teach, Sacrifices for liberty.American in Iraq mourns, On a dusty Baghdad street. A little Iraqi girl... wipes away his tears.As I lay in bed tonight; I grip two hands together tight. I pray for another tomorrow; That I hope will bring no sorrow. But yet again, I will see; Another Soldier missing on T.V.I pray for you. I pray for all. I will keep standing firm and tall. I have faith and hope in you; For what I believe is true. That you fight for our country every day; To keep the enemy far away.I thank you for what you’ve done for me; My family and friends, do you see? You are my “Soldier Angel”; And for other people as well. I have never met you. I don’t know your name; But I still feel the same.I may only be a very young child; But I know what I believe. If you ask; I will say, my “Soldier Angel” protects me every day.4-wheeling... fishing... camping... traveling... nature ... making new friends... the internet... animals (most types)... a big NASCAR fan... a PROUD SUPPORTER of our Military... NC history... Our Military...

THE FINAL INSPECTION The Soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass. "Step forward now, Soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?" The soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't. Because those of us who carry guns, Can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was tough. And sometimes I've been violent, Because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny, That wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked a lot of overtime, When the bills got just too steep. And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear. And sometimes, God, forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place, Among the people here. They never wanted me around, Except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand. I never expected or had too much, But if you don't, I'll understand. There was a silence all around the throne, Where the saints had often trod. As the Soldier waited quietly, For the judgment of his God. "Step forward now, you Soldier, You've borne your burdens well. Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, You've done your time in Hell." ~Author Unknown~