I can’t believe that this thing is still circulating on the web. I remember reading it the first time in 1966. A buddy sent it to me from Viet Nam. The words varied some … but it is close.
“Well, there’s strange things done
‘Neath the Vietnamese Sun
But the time that locked my jaws
Was the night “neath the moon when the third platoon
Gunned down Santa Claus.
Well it started off right, just an ordinary night
We had to spend in the dirt.
Security was out, three sixty about,
With fifty-percent alert.
We had eighty-ones and naval guns,
The tanks were track to track.
An Ontos or so and an arty FO
With barrages back to back.
I froze where I stood, cause out of the wood,
Eight horses came running along.
This may sound corny, but them mustangs were horny,
“My God!” I thought, “Mounted Viet Cong!”
He was coming our way in what looked like a sleigh,
But then you never know what they’ll use.
The flares were tripped, and the SIDs had flipped,
And the TIPSY blew a fuse.
We let him get close, then we yelled, “Who goes?”
Like they do in the movie show.
And the answer we got, believe it or not,
Was a hearty “Ho, Ho, Ho.”
Now those troops of mine, they’d seen some time,
And we’d done some things back-asswards.
They may be thick, but I’ll tell you a trick,
They knew THAT wasn’t the password!
The eighty-ones soared, and the nineties roared,
The naval guns raised some hell.
A bright red flare flew threw the air,
And we fired our FPL.
I’ll give him guts, but that guy was nuts,
Or I’m a no good liar.
He dropped like a stone in the killing zone,
And I passed the word, “Cease Fire!”
I went out and took a real good look,
My memory started to race.
My mind plays games when it comes to names,
But I never forget a face.
He was dressed all in red and he looked well fed,
He was older than most I’d seen.
He looked right weird with that long white beard,
And them stumps where his legs had been.
He hadn’t quite died when I reached his side,
But the end was clearly in sight.
I knelt down low and he said real slow,
“Merry Christmas, and to all a good night!”
We should have known our “cool” was blown,
When the light in the east we seen.
But it looked like flares, and it had to be ours,
Or the damned things would have been green!
So I picked up the hook with a voice that shook,
And said “Gimme the Six and quick.”
“Colonel,” I said “Hang onto your head,
We just greased old Saint Nick.”
Now the ol’ Man’s cool, he’s nobody’s fool,
Right off he knew the word.
If this got out, there’d be no doubt,
He wouldn’t be making his “bird.”
“Just get him up here and we’ll play it by ear,
Make sure of the Med-Evac tag,
Dismantle that sleigh, drive them reindeer away,
And bury that goddamn bag.”
Now by and by the kids may cry,
‘Cause there’s nothing under the tree,
But the word just came back from FMF PAC,
That Santa had gone VC.
Well, there’s strange things done
‘Neath the Vietnamese Sun,
But the time that locked my jaws,
Was that night ‘neath the Moon when the third platoon,
Gunned down Santa Claus.
What a timely message for all of us!
A man was sleeping one night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light, and God appeared. The Lord told the man he had work for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. The Lord explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his might…
So, this the man did, day after day. For many years he toiled from sunup to sundown, his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock, pushing with all his might!
Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain. Since the man was showing discouragement, the adversary (Satan) decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the weary mind: (He will do it every time)!
‘You have been pushing against that rock for a long time and it hasn’t moved.’ Thus, he gave the man the impression that the task was impossible and that he was a failure. These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man.
Satan said, ‘Why kill yourself over this? Just put in your time, giving just the minimum effort; and that will be good enough.’ That’s what the weary man planned to do, but decided to make it a matter of Prayer and to take his troubled thoughts to the Lord.
‘Lord,’ he said, ‘I have labored long and hard in Your Service, putting all my strength to do that which You have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter. What is wrong? Why am I failing?’
The Lord responded compassionately, ‘My friend, when I asked you to serve Me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rock with all of your strength, which you have done.
Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push. And now you come to Me with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed..
But, is that really so? Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled, your back shiny and brown; your hands are callused from constant pressure, your legs have become massive and hard.
Through opposition you have grown much, and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have. True, you haven’t moved the rock. But your calling was to be Obedient and to push and to exercise your Faith and trust in My Wisdom. That you have done. Now I, my friend, will move the rock.’
At times, when we hear a word from God, we tend to use our own intellect to decipher what He Wants, when actually what God wants is just simple obedience and faith in Him.
By all means, exercise the Faith that moves mountains, but know that it is still God Who moves the Mountains.
When everything seems to go wrong……………………..Just P.U.S.H.
When the job gets you down…………………………….Just P.U.S.H.
When people don’t do as you think they should………….Just P.U.S.H.
When your money is ‘gone’ and the bills are due………..Just P.U.S.H.
When people just don’t understand you …………………Just P.U.S.H.
When it’s flooding all around you………………………….Just P.U.S.H.
P = Pray
U = Until
S = Something
H = Happens
Pass this on to all your loved ones and friends who may need it; they may get it just in time. ‘Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.’
Friends are like quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly. May God Bless You.
Just Hold ON!!! P.U.S.H! You P.U.S.H. & I’ll P.U.L.L. (Pray Until the Lord Listens! But He always Listens & is concerned with our problems!)
Stolen .. snatched … borrowed … credited to Castle Arrgggh.
The following is from Gateway Pundit
‘The Pakistani Taliban confirmed Tuesday that their leader, Hakimullah Mahsud, died from injuries suffered in a U.S. drone missile strike last month, an attack that forces the insurgency to find a new leader for the second time in six months.
The death of Mahsud, engineer of a devastating series of suicide attacks and raids on markets, mosques and security installations across Pakistan in the latter half of 2009, gives the U.S. another major victory in its ongoing campaign of drone missile strikes against top Taliban and Al Qaeda leaders.
A drone strike last August killed Mahsud’s predecessor, Baitullah Mahsud. Missiles fired by drones over Pakistan’s tribal areas along the Afghan border have also killed 15 senior Al Qaeda commanders since 2004.
However, experts do not expect the loss of Hakimullah Mahsud, 28, to deal a fatal blow to the Taliban as it battles the government in the country’s northwest.’
So how are all those virgins working out for you Mahsud????
Gr@ym@n Sends …….
Subject: bless the man, bless the girl
bless the man
who protects this land
though most don’t know what he do
he goes to fight
whether it’s day or night
and his heart is always true
bless the man
who with his two hands
he kills with one, loves with the other
for it takes true strength
to go the length
that most refuse to another
bless the man
who sees so much death
he knows the true meaning of life
it ain’t for the money
it ain’t for the stuff
it’s to come home safely to his wife.
and bless the girl
he’s her only world
she’s always his rock and his stone
only for him she works hard and tries
every night alone she prays and cries
that someday their life is their own
Thanks and a Hat Tip to Roz for bringing this story to my attention:
“So, who told the White House?
Bush Asked to Leave Ft. Hood
I sent my cousin in Fayetteville, N.C. (retired from Special Forces) that picture of Geo. W. visiting the wounded at Ft Hood… I got this reply:
What is even better is the fact George W. Bush heard about Fort Hood, got in his car without any escort, apparently they did not have time to react, and drove to Fort Hood. He was stopped at the gate and the guard could not believe who he had just stopped. Bush only asks for directions to the hospital then drove on. The gate guard called that “The president is on Fort Hood and driving to the hospital.” The base went bananas looking for Obama. When they found it was Bush they immediately offered escort and Bush simply told them to shut up and let him visit the wounded and the dependents of the dead. He stayed at Fort Hood for over six hours and was finally asked to leave by a message from the White House. Obama flew in days later and held a “photo” session in a gym and did not even go to the hospital. All this I picked up from two soldiers here who happened to be at Fort Hood when it happened.
This Busy/Obama/Ft.Hood story is something that should be sent to every voter in the US.
Class shows up…
The doctor had his TV on in his office when the news of the military base shootings came on. The husband of one of his employees was stationed there.
He called her into his office and as he told her what had happened, she got a text message from her husband saying, “I am okay.” Her cell phone rang right after she read the message. It was an ER nurse, “I’m the one who just sent you a text, not your husband. I thought it would be comforting but I was mistaken in doing so. I am sorry to tell you this, but your husband has been shot 4 times and he is in surgery.”
The soldier’s wife left Southern Clinic in Dothan and drove all night to Ft. Hood. When she arrived, she found out her husband was out of surgery and would be OK. She rushed to his room and found that he already had visitors there to comfort him. He was just waking up and found his wife and the visitors by his side. The nurse took this picture.
What? No news crews and cameras? This is how people with class respond and pay respect to those in uniform.”
You gotta love NATO
On this day, and on Memorial Day my thoughts go to those serving and those who have served. Especially my dad.
Here is a link to a site on the 41st Infantry Division in WWII, with first hand stories from those who served.
God Bless them all.
From Blackfive “An added perspective on our debate, from an Afghan woman named Wazhma Frogh. As an Afghan woman who for many years lived a life deprived of the most basic human rights, I find unbearable the thought of what will happen to the women of my country if it once again falls under the control of the insurgents and militants who now threaten it. In 2001, when the war in Afghanistan began, the liberation of Afghan women was one of the most important justifications for military intervention. Has the world now changed its mind about Afghan women? Is it ready to let them once again be killed and tortured by militants? Does the world no longer believe in the principles it supported in 2001? Handing over Afghanistan to those who intend to keep the country centuries behind most of the world — to men who do not view women as human beings — would not only call into doubt the global commitment to human rights, it would also raise questions about the commitment of Western democracies to such rights and to democratic values. Bearing in mind how fragile the Afghan government is at this moment, it will not take long for the country’s women to come under attack again.”
Bottom line … Obama is an ancient word for “Cut and Run”
Matter of fact he is already back in the states! We hope to have him back here in the matter of a few days.
That is of course unless President BO needs the airplanes more to move his furniture … or socialist friends or something really important like that.