The Most Tragic Event of My Life
by Chuck Norris
The single most tragic event of my life took place in 1970. It was the day I heard my younger brother Wieland was killed in Vietnam. It was a day like no other. No family should have to feel what my mother, my other brother (Aaron) and I did that day. And yet so many do, every day, in every year.
At the height of the Vietnam War, both of my brothers, Wieland and Aaron, enlisted in the U.S. Army. Aaron was stationed in Korea, and Wieland was sent to Vietnam. As Wieland headed off to Nam ...
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Posted by: Shirley deLong
Comment: #1
Fri Jun 5, 2009 9:17 AM
Dear Alan O'Reilly, Thanks for your responses. It's sad to think Politicians have bankrupted America, in order to get elected, hand out Taxpayers' money for illegitimates, schools, social and welfare programs, because they're too sorry to work and know that the military is much too confining for them. Hanging out on street corners, with their pants 'drooping to show their private areas', sleeping around with all the people, who's probably kin to them, roaming the streets with them, (since no blood tests are required now), and politicians still want to furnish them with jails, an attorney paid for by Taxpayers, food, clothes (and sometimes forever). and sit back and wonder why America has 'raised' a society like this? America had better wake up and know that all they're creating is terrorism on America soil.
I noticed in news today, that they're actually indicting a few politicians for lying! Well, it's time to indict most of them, and no trial necessary, send them all to Gitmo with no return to America. Taxpayers should demand all their assets be taken to pay off the trillions they've borrowed without their consent!
It's time government was run like a business! After all, what have these 'political decision makers' in house and senate done for America? Can you think of anything?
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Posted by: Alan O'Reilly
Comment: #2
Mon Jun 1, 2009 4:14 AM
Thank you for the article, Shirley, well worth reading and retaining. I believe the average age of the British and Old Dominion soldiers who fought in Flanders Fields, July-November 1917, was 19.
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Posted by: Shirley deLong
Comment: #3
Sat May 30, 2009 9:55 AM
Dear Chuck Norris, I felt you and your readers might want to read an article I received from a friend of mine.
***"1/2 BOY-1/2 MAN"***
If this doesn't make you want to tell the politicians this is what they need
to be doing, since all they know how to do is give Taxpayers money to the
illegitimates who lie on their behinds, have more illegitimates, diseases
and take drugs galore, live 'high on the hog' and 'are useless as tits on a
boar hog', but yet, politicians can give them Taxpayers' money, furnish them
clothes, food, medical, hospitals, jails, ambulances, lawyers, and prisons,
while the rest of us are working our buns off and the men and women in
military are protecting our behinds! AMERICA WENT TO DOGS, AT LEAST FOUR (4)
DECADES AGO, AND UNTIL TAXPAYERS PUT AN END TO THEIR 'TAX & SPEND', WE'RE
DOOMED!
DON'T FORGET THE TEA PARTIES - IT'S TIME TO SEND THEM ALL ON A ONE-WAY TRIP
TO GITMO, DON'T YOU THINK SO?
TIME IS RUNNING OUT! WAKE UP AMERICA!
Shirley deLong
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1/2 boy 1/2 man
If you read this, you WILL forward it on..
You just won't be able to stop yourself.
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, 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 a 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 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 '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.
And now we even 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, remember this shot. ... ..
A short lull, a little shade and a picture of
loved ones in their helmets.
Prayer wheel for our military... please don't
break it Please send this on after a short prayer.
Prayer Wheel
'Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands.
Protect them as they protect us.
Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us
in our time of need. Amen.'
When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for
our ground troops in Afghanistan , sailors on ships, and airmen in theair, and for those in Iraq , Afghanistan and all foreign countries..
There is nothing attached...
This can be very powerful...
Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier,
Sailor, Coastguardsman, Marine,
or Airman, prayer is the very best one.
I can't break this one, sorry..
Pass it on to everyone and pray.
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Posted by: Alan O'Reilly
Comment: #4
Thu May 28, 2009 7:21 AM
Thank you for this article, Chuck. Servicemen and women in both our countries and in the Old Dominions that share our values constantly need prayer. I believe the following quotes underline that need. The first is from Cornelius Ryan's The Longest Day, p 115-116. "On the night of June 5th 1944, a stick of F Company, 2nd Battalion, 505th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 82nd US Airborne Division, dropped by mistake in the town square of Ste. Mere-Eglise. About 12 of the paratroops were quickly killed or wounded and captured. However, according to Ryan, “Lieutenant-Colonel William E. Ekman, commanding the 505th…says that “one of the chaplains of the regiment…who dropped in Ste. Mere-Eglise was captured and executed within minutes.”" Note, not KIA, but “executed.” And on the spot. That, to me, says it all about why they fought and why our forces should be supported (even if in higher echelons in both the UK and the US many of the old values are in danger of being eclipsed in the burgeoning NWO). The second quote is from Band of Brothers, p 88, by the late Stephen Ambrose, about Lieutenant, later Major Richard D. Winters, company and later battalion commander in the 506th PIR, 101st US Airborne. "Before lying down [at the end of D-Day, June 6th, 1944], Winters later wrote in his diary, “I did not forget to get on my knees and thank God for helping me to live through this day and ask for His help on D plus one.” And he made a promise to himself: if he lived through the war, he was going to find an isolated farm somewhere and spend the remainder of his life in peace and quiet.”" Major Winters celebrated his 91st birthday in January this year. He still lives near Hershey in rural Pennsylvania. He kept his promise. So did God. “And call upon me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me” Psalm 50:15. You might like to visit the website dedicated to Major Winters, Chuck and sign the petition for the award of the Medal of Honour to Major Winters, for his leadership in capturing the German gun positions at Brecourt Manor on June 6th 1944. These guns could have wrought havoc on Utah Beach had they not been silenced. Major Winters' attack is still used as a text book example in infantry tactics at West Point to this day.
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