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General Patton said it best,"Let the other guy die for his country. You win for yours".
Among Barack Obama's 34 unaccountable "czars" are at least two whose radical roots and extremist views should disqualify them from service in government at any level – let alone as top advisers to the president.
But, then again, this is the Obama administration – one headed by a former "community organizer" for ACORN, the fraudulent, law-breaking street thugs determined to undermine the rule of law and the will of the people.
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I AM A SOLDIER.
My blood permeates the soil of many countries.
I have gasped my last breath on many a desolate stretch of beach.
For you...all of you, the children who play in the parks, the mothers who watch over them,
the fathers who struggle to sustain them.
There are those here who have belittled and reviled me, who have made a mockery of me and what I stand for.
You, also, have I suffered and died for.
I withstood heat, insects and disease so the right to dissent would be yours.
I endured the pain and terror of battle and the maiming of my body to ensure that you might worship as you please.
I died in agony in order that you, no matter who or what you are, have the freedom to choose your own destinies.
AND I WOULD DO IT AGAIN because I believe in the ideals that made this country what it is today...FREE.
I love her with a deep and abiding love that transcends mere physical pain.
I AM A SOLDIER.
Pray that I will always be there, for if I disappear from this country, so will you.
My blood permeates the soil of many countries.
I have gasped my last breath on many a desolate stretch of beach.
For you...all of you, the children who play in the parks, the mothers who watch over them,
the fathers who struggle to sustain them.
There are those here who have belittled and reviled me, who have made a mockery of me and what I stand for.
You, also, have I suffered and died for.
I withstood heat, insects and disease so the right to dissent would be yours.
I endured the pain and terror of battle and the maiming of my body to ensure that you might worship as you please.
I died in agony in order that you, no matter who or what you are, have the freedom to choose your own destinies.
AND I WOULD DO IT AGAIN because I believe in the ideals that made this country what it is today...FREE.
I love her with a deep and abiding love that transcends mere physical pain.
I AM A SOLDIER.
Pray that I will always be there, for if I disappear from this country, so will you.
About Me
- Sergeant York the Anti Obama Czar
- As a Military Man I am well versed in World War II and Vietnam history as well as being a retired 1st SGT of the United States Army who served in the Military for 27 years, and a true and proud Veteran who served in Afghanistan . To tell you a bit more about myself, I am politically passionate, anti-Communism, anti-Socialism, anti-Marxism, anti-fascism. And Pro America. The American we all knew last year.
In today’s military, we can drop a bomb in an damn window from 20,000 feet with no civilian casualties. However, back in WWII days, it was necessary to bomb as they did. But the Germans were bombing indiscriminately all throughout the war. Join the military and get a real idea of the military, rather than just reading about it from the wimpy leftist newspapers and newscasters. They make me sick, thinking they know everything but are too afraid to actually get involved themselves.
Who are veterans? Where do they come from? A dictionary says a veteran is a person who has been in the Armed Forces. But is that simple? I say NO it isn't! I look at our flag to find the answer.
The RED Stripes stand for the courage and blood shed by the millions of our veterans protecting our country, our flag, and others' freedom. The WHITE Stripes stands for loyalty to our country, family, friends, and their fellow veterans. The BLUE field with 50 white stars on it, I see 50 states formed into a union. Where all veterans come from; the rich and poor, all races, religions, and creeds.
The RED Stripes stand for the courage and blood shed by the millions of our veterans protecting our country, our flag, and others' freedom. The WHITE Stripes stands for loyalty to our country, family, friends, and their fellow veterans. The BLUE field with 50 white stars on it, I see 50 states formed into a union. Where all veterans come from; the rich and poor, all races, religions, and creeds.
Who Is A Vet?
Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye.
Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg ~ or perhaps another sort of inner steel... the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity.
Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem.
You can't tell a vet just by looking.
What is a vet?
He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.
He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.
She or he is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang
He is the POW who went away one person and came back another or didn't come back AT ALL.
He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat, but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.
He is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand. He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.
He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.
He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket ~palsied now and aggravatingly slow who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wished all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.
He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being, a person who offered some of this life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.
He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.
So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say, "Thank you!" That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded. Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU.
Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye.
Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg ~ or perhaps another sort of inner steel... the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity.
Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem.
You can't tell a vet just by looking.
What is a vet?
He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.
He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.
She or he is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang
He is the POW who went away one person and came back another or didn't come back AT ALL.
He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat, but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.
He is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand. He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.
He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.
He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket ~palsied now and aggravatingly slow who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wished all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.
He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being, a person who offered some of this life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.
He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.
So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say, "Thank you!" That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded. Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU.
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