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FReeper Canteen ~ Share Your Favorite Military Stories ~ 06 August 2015
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Posted on 08/05/2015 5:59:25 PM PDT by Kathy in Alaska
The FReeper Canteen Presents.... ~ Share Your Favorite Military Stories ~
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To: Kathy in Alaska
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Family Privilege August 6, 2015
As many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God.
John 1:12
When I was in primary school in Ghana, I had to live with a loving and caring family away from my parents. One day, all the children assembled for a special family meeting. The first part involved all of us sharing individual experiences. But next, when only blood children were required to be present, I was politely excluded. Then the stark reality hit me: I was not a child of the house. Despite their love for me, the family required that I should be excused because I was only living with them; I was not a legal part of their family.
This incident reminds me of John 1:11-12. The Son of God came to His own people and they rejected Him. Those who received Him then, and receive Him now, are given the right to become Gods children. When we are adopted into His family, the Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God (Rom. 8:16).
Jesus doesn't exclude anybody who is adopted by the Father. Rather, He welcomes us as a permanent part of His family. As many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, to those who believe in His name (John 1:12).
Thank You, Father, for making it possible for me to be Your child. Im grateful to be Yours and not to have to worry about whether You will remove me from Your family. I am Yours and You are mine.
Assurance of salvation is not in what you know but who you know.
The gospel of John was written to testify that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God (John 20:31). From the onset, John presents Jesus as the Logos, the self-existent, pre-existent, omnipotent, eternal, creator God who spoke everything into existence (1:1-5). John also presents Jesus as God IncarnateGod in the flesh (vv. 9-14). The eternal God entered the world He created and became human like us in order to live with us (vv.11,14; Matt. 1:23). The New Testament also affirms Christs humanity (Gal. 4:4; 1 Tim. 3:16, Heb. 2:14-17). Sim Kay Tee
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posted on
08/05/2015 5:59:39 PM PDT
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The Mayor
(Honesty means never having to look over your shoulder.)
To: Kathy in Alaska
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posted on
08/05/2015 5:59:41 PM PDT
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Publius
("Who is John Galt?" by Billthedrill and Publius now available at Amazon.)
To: Kathy in Alaska
PRAYERS ASCENDING ON HIGH FOR OUR AMERICAN HEROES AND FOR OUR BELOVED NATION!
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Gen. George Washington and his Troops Marching To Valley Forge December 1777 |
GEN. GEORGE WASHINGTON THE PRAYER AT VALLEY FORGE
"Let Tyrants Shake Their Iron Rod" William Billings Mixed District Choir, Fairfax, Virginia (Click)
IN THE COLDEST and darkest days of the American Revolution, General George Washington raised his prayers for the survival of his beleaguered Army and of the new Nation. The Lord answered his prayers, upheld his Army through a punishing nadir to everlasting Glory, and bestowed His Manifold Blessings upon the new Nation.
Lafayette |
Steuben |
Pulaski |
FROM THE BRAVE, albeit weary, ill-equipped, and untrained volunteers who marched into Valley Forge on 19 December 1777 arose, with the help of some gallant friends from across the waves, the cohesive fighting force that became the United States Army, global defender of Freedom and scourge of Tyrants.
AS GENERAL WASHINGTON lifted his prayers on high in that bleak Winter, let our prayers now rise like a fountain for our Heroes in the American Armed Forces who seek to secure the benefits of Freedom on behalf of a people hungry for them. Father, look on our prayers for them with favor, guide their steps in righteousness and gather them in the shelter of Your Healing Wings. Bless and uphold them in the performance of their Mission. Through Jesus Christ, Your Son, with the Holy Spirit, one God, forever and ever, Amen.
SHADOWS AT ARLINGTON
"God Of Our Fathers, Whose Almighty Hand" Morman Tabernacle Choir (Click)
HEAVENLY FATHER, Lord of the Nations, unto Your Divine Mercy we commend the souls of these valiant men and women who have fallen in the service of our Beloved Nation and in defense of the Freedoms we hold dear. We pray that You gather them in Your Loving Embrace, that You cause Your Countenance to shine upon them, and that You vouchsafe their souls to dwell eternally in Your Divine Presence. Through Jesus Christ Your Son, with the Holy Spirit, one God, forever and ever, Amen.
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08/05/2015 5:59:45 PM PDT
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ConorMacNessa
(HM/2 USN, 3/5 Marines RVN 1969 - St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in Battle!)
To: The Mayor; ConorMacNessa; SandRat; mountainlion; HiJinx; Jet Jaguar; Publius; PROCON; TMSuchman; ...
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08/05/2015 6:01:09 PM PDT
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Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
To: AZamericonnie; ConorMacNessa; Kathy in Alaska; LUV W; MS.BEHAVIN; left that other site
1942My father was drafted in that year, and he ended the war as a captain training pilots at Fort Benning. He told me a fascinating story about military justice as administered by NCOs in his days with the 44th Infantry Division at Fort Lewis.
Back when my father was a buck sergeant, things had been disappearing from the barracks. After a few weeks, they caught the soldier who was stealing and took him to the company commander. The captain took a look at the man and said, This man doesnt look like a thief!
The company first sergeant took the soldier back to the barracks, positioned him at the top of the stairs and threw him down the stairs. Then he took him back up to the top and threw him down the stairs again. This went on until the man was covered with blood.
Then the first sergeant took him back to the company commander who said, Now this man looks like a thief!
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08/05/2015 6:02:03 PM PDT
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Publius
("Who is John Galt?" by Billthedrill and Publius now available at Amazon.)
To: Kathy in Alaska
Most can not be relayed here.
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08/05/2015 6:02:12 PM PDT
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mylife
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMR-PX4OHK0"The roar of the masses could be farts")
To: The Mayor
In first....The Mayor grabs the gold!!
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08/05/2015 6:02:39 PM PDT
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Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
To: Kathy in Alaska
To: Kathy in Alaska
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posted on
08/05/2015 6:03:33 PM PDT
by
mountainlion
(Live well for those that did not make it back.)
To: The Mayor
And a very close second....Publius snags the silver!!
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08/05/2015 6:03:36 PM PDT
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Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
To: ConorMacNessa
And rounding out the REALLY close top three....Mac bags the bronze!!
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08/05/2015 6:04:57 PM PDT
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Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
To: The Mayor; Publius; ConorMacNessa
The Vets sweep, all in 6 seconds!!
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08/05/2015 6:09:43 PM PDT
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Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
To: Kathy in Alaska
“Great minds run in the same gutters,” or something like that.
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08/05/2015 6:10:21 PM PDT
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Publius
("Who is John Galt?" by Billthedrill and Publius now available at Amazon.)
To: Publius
LOL! Yes, something like that.
Hope you had a great day. We are having another HOT day. 2 records the last 2 days.
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08/05/2015 6:12:17 PM PDT
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Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
To: mylife
I have a sea-bag full of Military Memories - many happy - some I wish I could forget.
"Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre / mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað." "Thought must be the harder, heart be the keener / mind must be the greater, as our might lessens."
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08/05/2015 6:13:01 PM PDT
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ConorMacNessa
(HM/2 USN, 3/5 Marines RVN 1969 - St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in Battle!)
To: Kathy in Alaska
It got cold and wet here, but for only one day. At least we don’t have another heat wave on the horizon.
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08/05/2015 6:13:05 PM PDT
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Publius
("Who is John Galt?" by Billthedrill and Publius now available at Amazon.)
To: The Mayor
Good evening, Mayor, and thank you for today’s sustenance for body and soul.
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08/05/2015 6:14:25 PM PDT
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Kathy in Alaska
((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~))
To: AZamericonnie; ConorMacNessa; Kathy in Alaska; LUV W; MS.BEHAVIN; left that other site
AUGUST 1970At ROTC summer camp at Indiantown Gap, PA, our Drill Instructor was an E-7 veteran of two tours in Vietnam. He had credited the Army with saving him because he thought that without military discipline, he would have ended up in prison. He loved talking about his experiences in Nam, to include explaining how much fun it was to garotte some pajama-clad VC he had encountered on patrol. That little c***sucker sure squirmed when I strangled him, he laughed. In addition to the standard training, he gave us his own private course in VC combat techniques. To counter them, he advised, Stealth and speed.
On our field training exercise before graduating, we were up against the 6th Armored Cavalry, which had just come back from Nam. For our first assignment, our platoon had to get off helicopters at a landing zone, march a few miles, sneak up on an encampment and take it. The Sixth Cav squad had a sniper waiting in a tree to slow us up and warn the encampment that we were approaching. But we moved with such stealth and speed that we got to the encampment before they could deploy the sniper. We caught the squad eating lunch, so it was a short fight. Later, we got word from our DI that we had pissed off a lieutenant colonel in the Sixth Cav. He seemed awfully proud of that.
That night we were supposed to go on a night march and trigger an ambush. Because of an eye injury I had sustained earlier that day, I was not with the platoon but behind the scenes with that light colonel from the Sixth Cav who was running their side of the exercise. He was not a nice guy in fact, he was one of the most vicious officers I encountered in my entire Army experience and he got nastier as the night wore on. He became more and more agitated because of reports that our unit had not come by.
I wanted to say to the colonel, My platoon went through your ambush with such stealth and speed that your men didnt even notice us. They thought it was the wind. If this had been Nam, we would have snuck up behind you and garrotted the whole lot of you. Of course, I kept my mouth shut.
The captain running the ambush assumed it had been called off and told his men to pack it in for the night. The colonel was absolutely livid and screamed at the captain over the radio to get his men back on line, and then my platoon was forced to march through the ambush zone again to trigger it.
The next night we had to deploy a defensive perimeter and prepare for an attack by the Sixth Cav. Our DI had earlier taught us a VC technique where they would send a small patrol to attack an American unit, withdraw, attack again, withdraw, each time pulling the Americans closer to a full blown defensive perimeter which would open up on them. Our cadet CO of the evening decided to pull this trick. We got their squad right up to the edge of where we would have opened up on them and blown them away when a cavalryman screamed, Abort! Abort! Its a VC trick! He must have had a flashback. They withdrew, the attack never came, and I knew that somewhere a poor captain was getting reamed by that colonel.
The next morning we set off to take a hill. Normally this would not have been a big deal, but the colonel was so steamed that he told us that instead of attacking a Sixth Cav squad, our departure would be held up until he could reinforce that hill with an entire platoon. If we didnt take the hill, we would march twenty miles back to our barracks instead of riding in trucks. But we moved with such stealth and speed that we took the hill before he could reinforce it. His people never knew what hit them.
By the time the exercise ended, I saw two very different reactions to our performance.
Our DI said, I would give my left nut to take you guys into combat.
The colonel was in a fog, muttering, Somewhere in that unit, theres an evil mind.
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posted on
08/05/2015 6:14:35 PM PDT
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Publius
("Who is John Galt?" by Billthedrill and Publius now available at Amazon.)
To: Kathy in Alaska
Good Evening, Kathy! ***HUGS***
And thanks very much for this evening's "Military Stories" thread!
Striding up the gangplank as we speak, rendering Hand Salutes to our National Colors and to the Officer of the Deck! Thank you very much for this evening's "Remembering Our Troops" thread!
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posted on
08/05/2015 6:17:03 PM PDT
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ConorMacNessa
(HM/2 USN, 3/5 Marines RVN 1969 - St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in Battle!)
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