The 1st Cavalry Division Honor Guard!
Well as you can tell I am a military buff. I have been serving the U.S. Army for several years. My first unit after basic and A.I.T. was......... The famous First Cavalry Division. I had alot of fun times while stationed in Texas, with the "First Team". It is a great honor to be part of the worlds finest fighting force.The United States Military!
Now some of you may have a different opinion. I respect that. However, if you love your freedom thank a veteran. I do not want to push my opinion on you, but many of america's son's and daughter's have given their all. Without that where would we be? We are part of the world's greatest nation and now more and more our forces are called upon to defend the rights and privelages that we so often take for granted. We need to support our troops, reguardless of how we feel about the situation they are in, they are fulfilling their obligation. This is the oath they swore to:
"I DO SOLEMNLY SWEAR (OR AFFIRM) THAT I WILL SUPPORT AND DEFEND THE CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES AGAINST ALL ENEMIES, FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC; THAT I WILL BEAR TRUE FAITH AND ALLEGIANCE TO THE SAME; AND THAT I WILL OBEY THE ORDERS OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES AND THE ORDERS OF THE OFFICERS APPOINTED OVER ME, ACCORDING TO REGULATIONS AND THE UNIFORM CODE OF MILITARY JUSTICE. SO HELP ME GOD."
The soldier stood and faced his God Which must always come to pass He hoped his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass
"Step foward now you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek, And 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 saints
"I've had to work most Sundays And at times my talk was tough And sometimes I've been violent Because the streets were awfully rough"
But I never took a penny, That was'nt mine to keep Though I worked a lot of overtime When the bills just got to steep,
And I never passed a cry for help Although, at times I shook with fear And sometimes, God forgive I've wept unmanly tears
I know I don't deserve a place Among the people here That never wanted me around Except to calm there fears
If you have a place for me here O' Lord It needn't be so grand I've never expected, or had so much But if you don't I'll understand"
There was a silence all around the throne Where the Saints had often trod As this soldier waited quietly For the judgment from his God
"Step foward now you soldier, You've borne your burdens well Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, You've done your time in Hell"
To all that have served;
SSG. P. T. Pack
Written by a Marine on Okinawa
'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, in a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give, and to see just who in this home did live.
I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand, on the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came through my mind. For this house was different, it was dark and dreary, I found the home of a Marine, once I could see clearly.
The Marine lay sleeping, silent, alone, curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home. The face was so gentle, the room so unclean, not how I pictured a United States Marine.
Was this the hero of whom I'd just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed? I realized the families that I saw this night, owed their lives to these Marines, willing to fight.
Soon 'round the world, the children would play, and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas Day. They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of the Marines, like the one lying here.
I couldn't help wonder how many lay lone, on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home. The very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The Marine awakened and I heard a rough voice, "Santa don't cry, this life is my choice; I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more, my life is my God, my country, my Corps."
The Marine rolled over and drifted to sleep, I couldn't control it, I continued to weep. I kept watch for hours, so silent and still and we both shivered in the night's cold chill.
I didn't want to leave on that cold, dark night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight. Then the Marine rolled over, with a voice soft and pure, whispered, "Carry on Santa, it's Christmas Day, all is secure."
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right. "Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night."
SPC Parlin, SPC Spradley, SPC Orne, SGT Ritsema
SGT Taylor, SPC Bieber, SPC Penman
SPC Davis, SGT Lara, SPC Sleen
SGT Hamblet, SPC Johnson, Cpl Wellman, SPC Marty
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