Granny's Box of Papers

By David C.

The Average Military Man
The average age of the military man is 19 years old. 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 fathers, But he has never collected unemployment either.
He is a recent high school graduate and was probably an average student who pursed 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 hop-hop or jazz or swing and 155mm howitzers.
He is 10 to 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 and 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 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 and mend his own clothes and fix his own hurts.
If you’re thirsty he’ll share his water with you and hungry his food. Hell even split his ammunition with you in the midst of a 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.
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.

I found this in my grandmothers box of papers that I inherited after she passed. Each Sunday I will be sharing them before I pass them onto my other siblings. I do not know who David C. is but the paper is old and browned by age

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  1. How precious is that.....thank you for sharing it with us....I look forward to reading some more precious memories from who ever it was that left them for you. Xxxx

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