Military honchos 'suppress' chaplain's Baptist services

WorldNetDaily.com ^ | May 16, 2008 | Bob Unruh

[Gamecock]

***Are you in Jump School?***

Makes me want to break out in song:

He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright.
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight.
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar.
You ain’t gonna jump no more.

Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

“Is everybody happy?” cried the sergeant looking up.
Our hero feebly answered, “Yes”, and then they stood him up.
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock.
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop.
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome.
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones.
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind.
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind.
He thought about the medicos and wondered what they’d find.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild.
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled.
For it had been a week or more since last a ‘chute had failed.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

He hit the ground, the sound was “Splat,” his blood went spurting high.
His comrades they were heard to say, “A helluva way to die.”
He lay there rolling ‘round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the ‘chute.
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratrooper suit.
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

[big'ol_freeper]

Thank you for your insight here Chaplain. Having been in command myself as well as a battalion adjutant prior to that, and working closely with chaplains to provide religious coverage for the troops that were my responsibility, I immediately thought something was not quite right with the information provided in this article. We shall see I suppose.

For what it is worth, I always had a great appreciation for the contributions of the chaplaincy to our young men and women in uniform. Most people don’t realize the extent of the workload the average chaplain takes on in performing his or her duties. Just like other men and women who “sign up”, there are much easier ways to live out one’s calling but they choose to serve our troops and our nation.

[xzins]

LOL!

[xzins]

Thanks for your service, bof.

Company Commanders had a knack for being where the action was really happening. It’s probably both the best and the hardest job in the military.

[Thunder 6]

St. Michael protect us.

Regards,

[Thunder 6]

Chaplain,

I’m reminded of the episode of M*A*S*H when Col. Potter arrives, and upon meeting Fr. Mulcahey asks, “do you do Methodist?”

Our Chaplain was out on patrol all the time. It made our CSM worry like a mother-hen, but leaders need to post out front, and a Chaplain is a leader. Our guy, and the other two on the FOB were busy 24 hours a day from counseling a scared trooper, assisting with casualties in the Aid Station, and praying over the dead...in addition to services, and getting to sleep once in a while. Wouldn’t have traded him for the world.

The hardest thing to find in Iraq when we were there was a Catholic Chaplain. There aren’t enough left in the army. They were moved all over the battlefield to meet the demand for Communion.

There has to be more to this story.

Regards,

[xzins]

There has to be more to this story.

I agree. Something's missing.

Grace to you, T6.

[kellynla]

Marine Bump!