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So much pain..so much heartache.
We do what we can. We donate, pray….cry. It’s okay to cry, too.
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Memorandum
January, 17, 2010 at 4:09 am
I think I mentioned this.
I was a Marine at one time, a fair bit ago.
Whenever I see something like this, I go through a brutality of self that makes me punish myself saying “I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE!!!! I SHOULD HAVE STOPPED THIS!”
I know it’s completely irrational, and I know that I could have done little to nothing, but still, That is the sensation you feel, when you are given that trust.
Tears, and punishment are plied in massive layers for guys like me, Because I wasn’t their, I didn’t stop it.
January, 17, 2010 at 4:20 am
I don’t know how everyone else who ever wore a uniform feels, but I don’t think I’m far off.
My LIFE! was to be a superhero (that isn’t exactly how we feel, but when you hand out toys to orphans and see their eyes? That is kinda how you feel) But when something bad happens and you weren’t there to stop it?
It’s torture.
I was an electronics tech while I was In, but I believed, in fact I still do.
Most husbands, and fewer priests see the adoration in the faces of those who show respect than those “rough men” in uniform.
Mom was over a few days ago, and we were “bonding” while I was packing up a bunch of dishes for her to take to work for lunch ( I like to cook ) anyways.
She pointed out, with my agreement, that if any one of 3 things had happened in the last 10 years, I wouldn’t be a barely surviving handyman.
1, the easiest, If I had had the nuts to re-enlist.
2, had I had the nuts to marry the woman I loved.
3. If I hadn’t pulled out in time, and had a kid.
Any of those three things would have motivated me to be the man capitalizing on my intellect for proffit.
I did none of them, so now, I just stand on the sidelines, and look on to view men, who ARE much better than me live their lives, and get PIZZED that our society doesn’t praise them as heros.
The “accidental” father who cares for his kids.
The Deliberate hero who defends our nation,
and the tepid lover who accepts love.
All three are much better men than I am, and I praise them, and when I see them I get misty.
January, 17, 2010 at 4:34 am
Oh, I missed the main point about the convo with my mom.
Everyone in my family has been blessed by visiting a “host family” during holidays.
My father, while his wife (my mom) was living at home with her sister, spent a holiday with a “host family.” My brother, who spent time with a host family while he was in the AF. MY Mother (not in the service, but a service wife) spent one with a host family while dad was in “The Nam”
My situation is a little different.
I had a very strong internal grouping of friends so we could support ourselves, but in ’98 we actually had MORE host families than we had Marines.
I cancelled my plans with my friends because you know what? The host family deserves as much respect as the people they were trying to serve.
It was one of the most astounding experiences of my life. It was a large family, at least the dinner was, and the started by toasting me (the father was a retired officer, don’t know the rank.) I stood immediately after, cutting off any other praise of me, and I said something nice, I won’t try to recreate it, I can’t.
I don’t think I could have taken another nice word at the time. They brought me across state lines, they fed me, and they made me a centerpiece, a greater focus than the rest of their family, demanding love to be given to me.
They were absolutely BEAUTIFUL people.
I don’t know where anyone lives, but I suggest you offer yourselves as “host families” during the holidays.
would like to see anyone come away from it without tears, because the “rough men” you host? They will likely have tears in their is in thanks. Just like me.
January, 17, 2010 at 4:48 am
random thing,
I still got the uniform, and I still fit in it, (though it’s a little tight in the crotch(I have huge junk, and not a fat butt, don’t care what anyone says.))
The Big Red “S”
January, 17, 2010 at 12:44 pm
Donated money to the Red Cross a couple of days ago. As a retired firefighter from southern Calif. I had experience with USAR (Urban Search and Rescue) teams. We have 5 or 6 of these FEMA USAR teams in Haiti. These are professional men and women who train throughout the year for incidents like this. Please say a prayer for these brave men and women who are working around the clock to save trapped vicitims. Working under the worst conditions you can imagine, they remain proud professionals, doing what they love.
January, 23, 2010 at 6:14 am
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