The Average Age of a Military Soldier


The Average Age of a Military Soldier 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 carries a 15 mm 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. "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." FREEDOM It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the Freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us Freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us the Freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier, who serves beneath the Flag, who salutes the Flag, whose coffin is draped by the Flag, who allows the protester to burn the Flag. It is the soldier, not the politician, who has given his blood, his body, his life, who has given us these FREEDOMS. Let prayer bring our soldiers home!! Father, in the name of Jesus, we pray and confess that the Spirit of the Lord will rest upon our troops, as they go into harms way. We pray and believe that no weapon formed against them shall prosper. We give you Lord all the praise and the glory. We pray the hedge of protection around them, right now, in the name of Jesus. We thank You Father, that You will be a wall of fire around them and camp legions of angels around them, and we ask You to place Your protection to keep them from all harm. SOME GAVE ALL ALL GAVE SOME YOU ARE MY HEROES AND MY THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS ARE WITH YOU CONTINUALLY!! GOD BLESS EACH OF YOU!! IT BREAKS MY HEART TO KNOW WHAT YOU ALL ARE GOING THROUGH FOR OUR FREEDOM AND SAFETY! WITH TEARS FLOWING...I SAY TO YOU, THANK YOU!! YOU ALL ARE TRULY HEROES! GOD BLESS, Author: LYNN