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The irony is that the invasion of Iraq actually OPENED the
borders of Iraq to Al Queada. Before, the situation was controlled,
now it's a f**king mess with 2000+ US soldiers paying the ultimate
price for the current administration's egotism and lack of foresight.
No the were busy crashing planes into buildings.
TWS

I posted a question to Tom concerning Radical Islam, an honest
question. It had nothing to do with US policy at any time. I have
enough education to post my questions. If you want to bitch sing your
song do it but don't quote my posts and attribute anything to it
other the what it was.
A question about, READ: WHAT CAN THE COLLECTIVE PLANET DO TO PROTTECT
ITS CHILDREN FROM A FORM OF RADICAL ISLAM THAT CALLS FOR THE
CONFERSION TO FAITH OR DEATH OF ALL INFIDELS? If it will make you
feel better No f**king war will do anything but change the locations
of the killing fields. Don't inject or read anything into that beyond
that. I posted in the thread about Iraq only because of Tom and
wanting to know what he thought, there is no hidden agenda.

Like many during the 60's I was not in a position to smoke dope in
Canada. Instead I got my ass drafted and like many before me I went
to try and stay alive. I left the minds with a higher understanding of
right and wrong to sort out the "f**king mess". First thing I did was
get F**king Shot. And when I was medivac back stateside I watched on
TV as all the people of higher minds and values marched in the
streets to save people like me from dying in a foreign country as we
carried out our countries's "egotism".

I was in rehab for 6 months and in that time not one f**king higher
mind came to share their thoughts and prayers. I never got to enjoy
free love or smoke dope while singing Teach your Children at a CSNY
concert. Why? I'm no Senators Son.

But the one thing I learned was, the people who really care about the
world and the human condition take a hell of lot more action then
shooting off their mouths in a woodworking forum. Or marching down the
street with their hand in Suzy Creamcheeses pants while patting each
other on the back for their higher minds and values.

People with "higher minds and values" take risks. The corpsman whose
values won't let him pick up a gun and dies saving the lives of people
who do. The thousands of volunteers teaching people how to fish so
they can feed themselves. The medical volunteers serving throughout
the world helping where governments won't. You want to see caring, go
look at the volunteers at a geriatric ward. That place where we send
our old when they get in the way of higher ideas. There are so many
ways to make a difference but I don't think political diatribes
posted to a woodworking forum serve anything but to inflate your
already bloated self image. But then, that's what higher minds do
best, talk and get higher.

That's the most I have ever said, you folks can keep masturbating
each other in the rec. I will killfile this thread as I have with most
of thew other garbage.

I will head out to my shop to enjoy my 1000bf of walnut, paid for by
disability payments from an injury I received while being too stupid
to stay out the way of a higher moral belief system.

And in the end I want to be buried with my face down,so all the higher
moral minds can kiss my fat shotup ass goodby.

While I don't support the politicians who have mired us in Islamic
Terror Territory more deeply than we need to be, I think the following
might well be worth consideration:

"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."

Semper fi