My son just turned 17 the other day. I had a minor panic attack, lmao. I thought "my gosh, he's just a kid. Was I so different when I enlisted at 17? They're all just kids getting thrown into the meat grinder of IED's, car bombs, mortars, drone strikes, artillery, etc... nevermind getting shot at." Then I realized, he is very different. At 17 all I had any real experience with as far as "conflict" was a pellet gun, squirrels, hide and seek, NJROTC, building forts in the pasture, Super Mario 1 and Duck Hunt. My son has already shot and familiarized himself with 3x more guns then I ever did on active duty, nevermind the stress inoculation of whooping ass on like 10 different Call of Duty's, winning two out of two games of professional paintball as my sidekick like 4 years ago (with no previous experience and not even getting hit), going thru the outdoor combat towns with SBR laser tag rifles and red dots, bushcrafting all across the state forest here and up north.... Yeah, he's more ready then I ever was at 22, nevermind 17. Kids these days.... Some people say "may God help them". After thinking about it, I say "God help the poor dumb SOB that looks sideways at an American war machine like my son after Uncle Sam unleashes him". As a dad, it's "Mission Accomplished". He's ready to lead, not just survive. May God help these kids. After all that training, they're still just kids.Quote by Thomas Paine: “If there must be trouble, let it be in my day,...” “If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace; and this single reflection, well applied, is sufficient to awaken every man to duty.”
He'll get hired by some high and mighty conservatives somewhere and wind up making even more money, guaranteedJudge Moore was sued by the ACLU for displaying the
Ten Commandments in his courtroom foyer. He has been stripped of his judgeship and now they are trying to strip his right to practice law in Alabama ! The judge's poem sums it up quite well.
America? the beautiful,
or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims' pride;
I'm glad they'll never see.
Babies piled in dumpsters,
Abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty;
your house is on the sand.
Our children wander aimlessly
poisoned by cocaine
choosing to indulge their lusts,
when God has said abstain
From sea to shining sea,
our Nation turns away
From the teaching of God's love
and a need to always pray
We've kept God in our
temples, how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool,
and Heaven is His throne.
We've voted in a government
that's rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges;
who throw reason out the door,
Too soft to place a killer
in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby
before he leaves the womb.
You think that God's not
angry, that our land's a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait
before His judgment comes?
How are we to face our God,
from Whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do,
but stem this evil tide?
If we who are His children,
will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face
and mend our evil way:
Then God will hear from Heaven;
and forgive us of our sins,
He'll heal our sickly land
and those who live within.
But, America the Beautiful,
If you don't - then you will see,
A sad but Holy God
withdraw His hand from Thee..
~~Judge Roy Moore~~
is that a caveman original or was it borrowed from another wise old fart?beware an old man in a profession where men die young