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 or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm howizzitor. 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 then he should have in his short lifetime.
He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them.
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 woman 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.......
"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." 
Pass it on to everyone and pray!!!!!
(I believe every word of this and I hope that anyone who so happens to read this will believe it and put it up in their house.)

This is eerie........and something to think about since America is typically represented by an eagle. Saddam should have read up on his Muslim passages. The following verse is from the Koran, (the Islamic Bible)
Koran (9:11) - For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah and lo, while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced; for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah; and there was peace.
(Note the verse number!!!!!)
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Here's some funnier stuff:
I signed up for an exercise class and was told to wear loose-fitting clothing. If I HAD any loose-fitting clothing, I wouldn't have signed up in the first place!
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When I was young we used to go "skinny dipping," now I just "chunky dunk."
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Don't argue with an idiot; people watching may not be able
to tell the difference.
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Wouldn't it be nice if whenever we messed up our life we could simply press 'Ctrl Alt Delete' and start all over? AMEN, AMEN !!
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Why is it that our children can't read a Bible in school, but they can in prison?
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Wouldn't you know it...
Brain cells come and brain cells go, but FATcells live forever.
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Why do I have to swear on the Bible in court when the Ten Commandments cannot be displayed in a federal building?
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Bumper sticker of the year:
"If you can read this, thank a teacher -and, since it's in English, thank a soldier !!"
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I don't know about you, but I sure got a chuckle out of these,
and I'll bet your friends will too!! Pass it along!!
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AND ALSO:
Forrest Gump in Heaven
The day finally arrived; Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven. He is at the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself. However, the gates are closed and Forrest approaches the Gatekeeper. St. Peter says, "Well, Forrest, it's certainly good to see you. We have heard a lot about you. I must tell you, though, that the place is filling up fast, and we've been administering an entrance examination for everyone. The test is short, but you have to pass it before you can get into Heaven." Forrest responds, "It shor is good to be here, St. Peter, sir. But nobody ever tolt me about any entrance exam. Shor hope the test ain't too hard; life was a big enough test as it was." St. Peter goes on, "Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three questions.
First: What two days of the week begin with the letter T?
Second: How many seconds are there in a year?
Third: What is God's first name?"
Forrest leaves to think the questions over. He returns the next day and sees St. Peter who waves him up and says, "Now that you have had a chance to think the questions over, tell me your answers."
Forrest says, "Well, the first one -- which two days in the week begin with the letter "T"? Shucks, that one's easy. That'd be Today and Tomorrow.
The Saint's eyes open wide and he exclaims, "Forrest, that's not what
I was thinking, but you do have a point, and I guess I didn't specify, so I'll
give you credit for that answer. How about the next one?" asks St. Peter.
"How many seconds in a year?" "Now that one's harder," says Forrest, "but I thunk and thunk about that and I guess the only answer can be twelve." Astounded, St. Peter says, "Twelve? Twelve!? Forrest, how
in Heaven's name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?" Forrest
says "Shucks, there's gotta be twelve: January 2nd, February 2nd,March 2nd..." "Hold it," interrupts St. Peter. "I see where you're going with this, and I see your point, though that wasn't quite what I had in mind...but I'll have to give you credit for that one, too. Let's go on with
the third and final question. Can you tell me God's first name"?
"Sure" Forrest replied, "its Andy." "Andy?!" exclaimed an exasperated
and frustrated St. Peter. "Ok, I can understand how you came up with your answers to my first two questions, but just how in the world did you come up with the name Andy as the first name of God?"
"Shucks, that was the easiest one of all, "Forrest replied . "I learnt it from the song. . . "ANDY WALKS WITH ME, ANDY TALKS WITH ME, ANDY TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN.." St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates and said: "Run Forrest, run."
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MY DRUG PROBLEM.......
I was young:
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions no matter the weather.
I was drug to the bus stop to go to school every weekday.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults and Teachers.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents.
Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in
everything I do, say, and think.
They are stronger than cocaine, marijuana, or heroine, and if today's
children had this kind of drug problem America might be a better place.
Signed,
Older than Dirt
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Where can a man buy a cap for his knee?
Or a key for the lock of his hair?
And can his eyes be called a school?
I would think - there are pupils there!
What jewels are found in the crown of his head,
And who walks on the bridge of his nose?
Can he use, in building the roof of his mouth,
The Nails on the ends of his toes?
Can the crook of his elbow be sent to jail -
If it can, well, then, what did it do?
And how does he sharpen his shoulder blades?
I'll be hanged if I know - do you?
Can he sit in the shade of the palm of his hand
And beat time with the drum in his ear?
Can the calf of his leg eat the corn on his toe?

I am a A Mithril Dragon!
Hey, I took the http://dragonhame.com online Inner Dragon quiz and found out I am a Mithril Dragon on the inside.
In the war between good and evil, Mithril Dragons take the side of the noble and good....
When it comes to the powers of Chaos vs. those of Law and Order, your inner dragon walks a fine line between Law and Chaos....
As far as magical tendancies, Magical spells come as natural to the Mithril Dragon as breathe from it's body....
During combat situations, a true Mithril Dragon prefers to defeat opponents by the use of spells and other tactics....
Mithril Dragons build and dwell in castles of crystal, high in the mountainous regions. A Mithril Dragon is honest and gentle.'
Mithril Dragons are armored with highly reflective scales. To see one in bright sunshine has the effect of looking at a multi-ton, 150 ft. long disco ball.'
They tend to smile frequently but rarely laugh aloud. Mithril's dislike violence. A Mithril Dragon is very selective when choosing close friends, but is generally admired by all. A Mithril Dragon leads a very quiet and unobtrusive life. Never judgmental, the great Mithril Dragon's feelings run deep and true. Mithril Dragons mate for life.
This Dragons favorite elements are: Mithril, Earth, and Courage
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This is one of my favorite movie quotes. Anybody out there who has any interest in blues should have heard this before:
 "106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses."
  "Hit it."
    -The Blues Brothers
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I found this poem on here:
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, everyone felt shitty, even the mouse. Mom at the whorehouse, dad smoking grass; I'd just settle down for a nice piece of ass. Out on the lawn, I heard such a clatter. I sprung from my chair to see what was the matter. When out on the lawn, I saw a big dick. I knew in a minute, it must be St. Nick. He came down the chimney like a bat out of hell. I knew in a moment, the fucker had fell. He stuffed all our stockings with pretzels and beer, and a big rubber dick for my brother the queer. He rose up the chimney with a thunderous fart. That son of a bitch blew my chimney apart. He swore and he cursed as he rode away, “Piss on you all and have a hell of a day!”
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Peace, pot, tequila shot,
Jesue loves you stoned or not.
Party harty, rock & roll,
Speed, weed, birth control.
Life's a bitch then you die,
Fuck the world, let's get high.
We are stoners, we have class,
Mess with us, we'll kick your ass.
So to all you preps who think you're cool,
Go to hell, 'cause stoners rule.
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Message me if you have more things like that.
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Disorder | Rating
Paranoid: Moderate
Schizoid: High
Schizotypal: Very High
Antisocial: High
Borderline: Very High
Histrionic: High
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: High
Dependent: Very High
Obsessive-Compulsive: High
URL of the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv
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1.Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
7. Describe me in one word.
8. What was your first impression?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Are you going to put this on your house and see what I say about you?
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If you had me alone, locked up in your room for 24 hours, and I had to do whatever you wanted me to do, what would you do with me? Post this in your house. You might be surprised at the answers you get. ^_^
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A religion teacher assigned her class an essay on what makes a good Christian. One student wrote about praying nightly, say no to abortion, banning gay marriage, and donating money. The other student wrote about talking to God and allowing people to enjoy their lives, and supporting gay marriage...
...The day the teacher was to hand the papers back, she called up the second student and told him she would pray for him when he went to hell. The student asked why would he be going to hell, and why he got an F on his paper. The teacher told him that Catholisim is against gay marriage. The student looked at her for a minute, then said aloud, "I'm gay." The teacher kicked him out of class as if he had said fuck or worshipped Satan.
A girl in the back of class who had a boyfriend and was obviously straight got up and left too.
* If you would leave the classroom, repost this. It doesn't matter if you're straight, bi, or gay. It doesn't matter if you're Catholic or not. Everyone is a human being and deserves happiness.

YOU KNOW YOUR A BAND GEEK WHEN...

[~You start marching in step no matter where you go.
~You brag about playing your instrument upside down.
~You wear your marching band shirt in public, even when not required to.
~You can't go out with friends because you have practice.
~You get stared at when you start fingering notes whenever a song in your show comes on the radio.
~You bought a movie soley to guess how to play the music in it.
~You search all over to find CDs with a song from your show on it.
~You hum songs from band class.
~When you hear another band perform, you usually think one of three things:
a) we played that last year
b) that's out of tune
c) oh, dear god.
~You're accustomed to wearing your band coat in 100 degree weather.
~You actually look forward to band camp.
~For 2 weeks, every summer, the back of your legs are constantly red.
~You can rattle off your part faster than you can rattle of your name.
~You've been to as many football games as the average fan but still have no idea how the game is played.
~ALL of your friends are in band.
~You suddenly realize to your horror that anything of even some signifigance that has happened in your life has happened during marching season.
~You stop at attention whenever you hear any noise that sounds even discreetly like a whistle.
~You can relate to anything on this list.
~You've watched the Dazzlers/Dancers do their stretches so many times that YOU feel more flexible.
~Somebody says they're not in band and you laugh.
~You buy sheet music to play just for fun.
~You have rivalries with other bands.
~You compare the number of people in your section to the other band's.
~You have long arguments with your friends in other sections about whose instrument is better.
~You hang around before and after band.
~You spend your allowance on flipfolders and polishing cloths.
~Your life revolves around music.
~"Drumline" is your favorite movie.
~You watch football on TV just to get a glimpse of the band.
~You don't think you're uniform is stupid.
~You wear your marching shoes regularly.
~You talk to your instrument and call it your baby.
~You have a crush on the drum major.
~Even your band friends admit that you are a little weird.
~You cry when marching season ends.
~You know the difference between a French horn and a mellophone.
~You know the definition of a "dummer".
~You look forward to sectionals.
~You keep random band accessories with you at all times.
~You and your band friends constantly quote "Drumline".
~You have added something to this list.
~You only have crushes on people in band.
~Non-Band people say you're a geek, and you just yell back at them "No, YOU are the geek, my friend!"
~You have participated in every band fundraiser and have raised over $2000 on each one.
~You are disappointed when band practice gets cancelled.
~You practice the solo part of the song, even if you are just a rookie.
~The only seniors you know are in band.
~You can't pick the "Rookie of the Year" because they are all your friends.
~Most of your inside jokes are from band camp.
~You still do "The Wave".
~There are only 7 letters in your alphabet (a,b,c,d,e,f,g)
~You still own every piece of music you've gotten since band started.
~You're obsessed with how clean band shoes are and you buy and/or hand out Windex.
~You sing band chants and the spirit wars at school at random.
~You know all the cheers better than the cheerleaders.
~If you undress next to someone of the same or opposite sex on the band bus and dont care.
~Your voice is always hoarse from cheering on your team.
~ Your instuments looks better than you do.
~If you know what "tweet tweet" is.
~You always watch the other bands horn levels and see wether or not the guard and danceline are in step all the time.
~You can relate to more than one thing on this list.
~Someone says that the band blows, and you don't take it as an insult.
~You hit on boys or girls in Marching Band and then when Concert Season rolls around, you forget their names.
~When at Invitationals - you always yell "You're not in step!", "Your band sucks" OR "Our band is bigger AND better".
~When you are 5 mins. away from your destination and you are on your bus, you look to the back of the bus and see at least 3 pairs of boxers.
~Even when your band gets a day off in class, you still play your music just for fun.
~Walk around school practising your music in your head while conducting to your self. (nothing to be ashamed of)
~you've looked up band jokes on the internet and share them in class.
~When you are alone you sufficate,because noone tells you to breathe.]