To the Best

#1
Well Ladies and Gentlemen of this fine site we are always bleating about how we are unappreciated, or indeed how much you appreciate us and can't say so in public.

Well. Now you can.

You are all ACE.

The British Army's official We love you website.

Fill your boots.
 
#2
And I have to say, this boy really tried. Could be a Cand P from elsewhere, but the thought was there.

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. 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.

Not too long ago, at school, he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities. He 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 indie rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or and 155mm howitzer.

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 knows loved ones worry so he makes the effort anyway. 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 than he should have in his short lifetime. 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 'sort out' 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 British Fighting Man He asks nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood for hundreds of years. And now we have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so. As you go to bed tonight, give a thought for them all...I will be.
 
#3
Heedthebaw said:
And I have to say, this boy really tried. Could be a Cand P from elsewhere, but the thought was there.

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. 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.

Not too long ago, at school, he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities. He 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 indie rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or and 155mm howitzer.

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 knows loved ones worry so he makes the effort anyway. 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 than he should have in his short lifetime. 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 'sort out' 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 British Fighting Man He asks nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood for hundreds of years. And now we have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so. As you go to bed tonight, give a thought for them all...I will be.
From here:
http://www.hobotraveler.com/viralamericansoldier.htm
with a little editing. Canteen and latrine stood out as American to me.


Good stuff though.
 
#5
Sums up the average tom pretty well I'd say ! very emotive.
 
#6
All a bit vomitworthy, I'd say. Wonderful if you're from South Carolina, but not for those from Dorset, Argyll or anywhere between.
 

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