The Military Man

The Military Man
April 16th, 2004  

Topic: The Military Man

The Military Man
This doesn't really fit in any set category, but it sounds a bit like a poem to me, so I'm placing it here.

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 Howitzers.

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.

April 16th, 2004  
Thats beautiful man. Is there no smiley with a tear in his eye?
May 11th, 2004  
The Military Man
May 11th, 2004  
When I first signed up, my friend sent me this. My mom got some guy to re write it in caligraphy, had it framed and hung up in her room
May 20th, 2004  
I was once that boy. and so were most of you.

Semper Fi
May 22nd, 2004  
silent driller
That was pretty good.
May 31st, 2004  
C/2nd Lt Robot
And one day I will be one of them. Though in about 8 yrs.
May 31st, 2004  
That's beautiful. I like the part about "squaring-away" people not standing, etc. for the National Anthem. I've wanted to do that to some of my classmates for not standing, etc., during 'O Canada', and I'm not even in the Regular Force yet.
June 1st, 2004  

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December 2nd, 2004  
How is it that the longer one serves, the more jaded he gets, but then you read something like this and it damn near makes you cry?