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Not as Lean, Not as Mean, but Still a Marine
Ed Evans, MGySgt., USMC (Ret.)

Posted on 02/11/2003 2:02:50 PM PST by boknows

Not as lean, Not as mean, But still a Marine.

DO NOT FORGET"

I sat in a movie theater watching "Schindler's List," asked myself, "Why didn't the Jews fight back?"

Now I know why.

I sat in a movie theater, watching "Pearl Harbor" and asked myself, "Why weren't we prepared?"

Now I know why.

Civilized people cannot fathom, much less predict, the actions of evil people.

On September 11, dozens of capable airplane passengers allowed themselves to be overpowered by a handful of poorly armed terrorists because they did not comprehend the depth of hatred that motivated their captors.

On September 11, thousands of innocent people were murdered because too many Americans naively reject the reality that some nations are dedicated to the dominance of others. Many political pundits, pacifists and media personnel want us to forget the carnage. They say we must focus on the bravery of the rescuers and ignore the cowardice of the killers. They implore us to understand the motivation of the perpetrators.

Major television stations have announced they will assist the healing process by not replaying devastating footage of the planes crashing into the Twin Towers.

I will not be manipulated.

I will not pretend to understand.

I will not forget.

I will not forget the liberal media who abused freedom of the press to kick our country when it was vulnerable and hurting.

I will not forget that CBS anchor Dan Rather preceded President Bush's address to the nation with the snide remark, "No matter how you feel about him, he is still our president."

I will not forget that ABC TV anchor Peter Jennings questioned President Bush's motives for not returning immediately to Washington, DC and commented, "We're all pretty skeptical and cynical about Washington."

And I will not forget that ABC's Mark Halperin warned if reporters weren't informed of every little detail of this war, they aren't "likely -- nor should they be expected -- to show deference."

I will not isolate myself from my fellow Americans by pretending an attack on the USS Cole in Yemen was not an attack on the United States of America.

I will not forget the Clinton administration equipped Islamic terrorists and their supporters with the world's most sophisticated telecommunications equipment and encryption technology, thereby compromising America's ability to trace terrorist radio, cell phone, land lines, faxes and modem communications.

I will not be appeased with pointless, quick retaliatory strikes like those perfected by the previous administration.

I will not be comforted by "feel-good, do nothing" regulations like the silly, "Have your bags been under your control?" question at the airport.

I will not be influenced by so called,"antiwar demonstrators" who exploit the right of expression to chant anti-American obscenities.

I will not forget the moral victory handed the North Vietnamese by American war protesters who reviled and spat upon the returning soldiers, airmen, sailors and marines.

I will not be softened by the wishful thinking of pacifists who chose reassurance over reality.

I will embrace the wise words of Prime Minister Tony Blair who told the Labor Party conference, "They have no moral inhibition on the slaughter of the innocent. If they could have murdered not 7,000 but 70,000, does anyone doubt they would have done so and rejoiced in it?

There is no compromise possible with such people, no meeting of minds, no point of understanding with such terror.

Just a choice: defeat it or be defeated by it.

And defeat it we must!"

I will force myself to:

-hear the weeping

-feel the helplessness

-imagine the terror

-sense the panic

-smell the burning flesh

-experience the loss

- remember the hatred.

I sat in a movie theater, watching "Private Ryan" and asked myself, "Where did they find the courage?"

Now I know.

We have no choice. Living without liberty is not living.

-- Ed Evans, MGySgt., USMC (Ret.)

Not as lean, Not as mean, But still a Marine.

Keep this going until every living American has read it and memorized it so we don't make the same mistake again.


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Although I did not have the honer to serve in the Marine Corps, I hope it is not without some possibility that I may salute MGySgt Evans and all of those other brave souls past, present, and future who provide us with the right to be called Americans.
1 posted on 02/11/2003 2:02:50 PM PST by boknows
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To: boknows
Never forget.

Bump.

2 posted on 02/11/2003 2:07:26 PM PST by DoctorMichael (Tag THIS!)
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To: boknows
Still Green after all these years.

Semper Fi........MARINES!
3 posted on 02/11/2003 2:09:08 PM PST by tet68 (Jeremiah 51:24 ..."..Before your eyes I will repay Babylon for all the wrong they have done in Zion")
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To: boknows; stumpy; timydnuc; My2Cents; wideawake; Congressman Billybob; Destructor; ...
Military bump!

"Each one hopes that if it feeds the crocodile enough, the crocodile will eat him last"

Winston Churchill in his radio broadcast, Jan. 20, 1940 describing the fate of appeasers

4 posted on 02/11/2003 2:10:39 PM PST by w_over_w (Boolean[ ]a=God.Light)
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To: w_over_w
"Remember when I said I'd kill you last....I lied." - Arnold Schwartzenegger.
5 posted on 02/11/2003 2:12:00 PM PST by dfwgator
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To: boknows
God bless our free nation and God bless everyone who has in the past and who is now and will in the future confront any challenge to keep it free. God bless you MGy Sgt Evans for your contribution.
6 posted on 02/11/2003 2:17:53 PM PST by drypowder
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To: boknows
Bookmarked ready to send. Time to get ready. Live free or die.
7 posted on 02/11/2003 2:18:26 PM PST by bulldogs
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To: boknows
I pray that every American will know that our backs are against the wall. Freedom is not something we must have others die for, we must be willing to die for freedom ourselves, so that our children will be free.
8 posted on 02/11/2003 2:24:37 PM PST by B4Ranch
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To: B4Ranch
Let's ROLL!
9 posted on 02/11/2003 2:26:49 PM PST by A. Morgan
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To: boknows
On September 11, dozens of capable airplane passengers allowed themselves to be overpowered by a handful of poorly armed terrorists because they did not comprehend the depth of hatred that motivated their captors.

True, but though no fault of the passengers. Until 9/11/01, it was SOP to go along with hijackers under the presumption that the hijackers wanted to survive the hijacking. Once it was made clear that this model no longer applied, the passengers changed, as evinced on flight 97.

10 posted on 02/11/2003 2:27:15 PM PST by RonF
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To: boknows
Excellent post......this my friends is an important time in the history of Western Civilization, as important as the Battle of Lepanto.......Defeat Islam!!


Lepanto
G.K.Chesterton


White founts falling in the Courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard;
It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his lips;
For the inmost sea of all the earth is shaken with his ships.
They have dared the white republics up the capes of Italy,
They have dashed the Adriatic round the Lion of the Sea,
And the Pope has cast his arms abroad for agony and loss,
And called the kings of Christendom for swords about the Cross.
The cold queen of England is looking in the glass;
The shadow of the Valois is yawning at the Mass;
From evening isles fantastical rings faint the Spanish gun,
And the Lord upon the Golden Horn is laughing in the sun.

Dim drums throbbing, in the hills half heard,
Where only on a nameless throne a crownless prince has stirred,
Where, risen from a doubtful seat and half attainted stall,
The last knight of Europe takes weapons from the wall,
The last and lingering troubadour to whom the bird has sung,
That once went singing southward when all the world was young.
In that enormous silence, tiny and unafraid,
Comes up along a winding road the noise of the Crusade.
Strong gongs groaning as the guns boom far,
Don John of Austria is going to the war,
Stiff flags straining in the night-blasts cold
In the gloom black-purple, in the glint old-gold,
Torchlight crimson on the copper kettle-drums,
Then the tuckets, then the trumpets, then the cannon, and he comes.
Don John laughing in the brave beard curled,
Spurning of his stirrups like the thrones of all the world,
Holding his head up for a flag of all the free.
Love-light of Spain--hurrah!
Death-light of Africa!
Don John of Austria
Is riding to the sea.

Mahound is in his paradise above the evening star,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
He moves a mighty turban on the timeless houri's knees,
His turban that is woven of the sunsets and the seas.
He shakes the peacock gardens as he rises from his ease,
And he strides among the tree-tops and is taller than the trees;
And his voice through all the garden is a thunder sent to bring
Black Azrael and Ariel and Ammon on the wing.
Giants and the Genii,
Multiplex of wing and eye,
Whose strong obedience broke the sky
When Solomon was king.

They rush in red and purple from the red clouds of the morn,
From the temples where the yellow gods shut up their eyes in scorn;
They rise in green robes roaring from the green hells of the sea
Where fallen skies and evil hues and eyeless creatures be,
On them the sea-valves cluster and the grey sea-forests curl,
Splashed with a splendid sickness, the sickness of the pearl;
They swell in sapphire smoke out of the blue cracks of the ground,--
They gather and they wonder and give worship to Mahound.
And he saith, "Break up the mountains where the hermit-folk can hide,
And sift the red and silver sands lest bone of saint abide,
And chase the Giaours flying night and day, not giving rest,
For that which was our trouble comes again out of the west.
We have set the seal of Solomon on all things under sun,
Of knowledge and of sorrow and endurance of things done.
But a noise is in the mountains, in the mountains, and I know
The voice that shook our palaces--four hundred years ago:
It is he that saith not 'Kismet'; it is he that knows not Fate;
It is Richard, it is Raymond, it is Godfrey at the gate!
It is he whose loss is laughter when he counts the wager worth,
Put down your feet upon him, that our peace be on the earth."
For he heard drums groaning and he heard guns jar,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
Sudden and still--hurrah!
Bolt from Iberia!
Don John of Austria
Is gone by Alcalar.

St. Michaels on his Mountain in the sea-roads of the north
(Don John of Austria is girt and going forth.)
Where the grey seas glitter and the sharp tides shift
And the sea-folk labour and the red sails lift.
He shakes his lance of iron and he claps his wings of stone;
The noise is gone through Normandy; the noise is gone alone;
The North is full of tangled things and texts and aching eyes,
And dead is all the innocence of anger and surprise,
And Christian killeth Christian in a narrow dusty room,
And Christian dreadeth Christ that hath a newer face of doom,
And Christian hateth Mary that God kissed in Galilee,--
But Don John of Austria is riding to the sea.
Don John calling through the blast and the eclipse
Crying with the trumpet, with the trumpet of his lips,
Trumpet that sayeth _ha_!
Domino gloria!
Don John of Austria
Is shouting to the ships.

King Philip's in his closet with the Fleece about his neck
(Don John of Austria is armed upon the deck.)
The walls are hung with velvet that is black and soft as sin,
And little dwarfs creep out of it and little dwarfs creep in.
He holds a crystal phial that has colours like the moon,
He touches, and it tingles, and he trembles very soon,
And his face is as a fungus of a leprous white and grey
Like plants in the high houses that are shuttered from the day,
And death is in the phial and the end of noble work,
But Don John of Austria has fired upon the Turk.
Don John's hunting, and his hounds have bayed--
Booms away past Italy the rumour of his raid.
Gun upon gun, ha! ha!
Gun upon gun, hurrah!
Don John of Austria
Has loosed the cannonade.

The Pope was in his chapel before day or battle broke,
(Don John of Austria is hidden in the smoke.)
The hidden room in man's house where God sits all the year,
The secret window whence the world looks small and very dear.
He sees as in a mirror on the monstrous twilight sea
The crescent of his cruel ships whose name is mystery;
They fling great shadows foe-wards, making Cross and Castle dark,
They veil the plume graved lions on the galleys of St. Mark;
And above the ships are palaces of brown, black-bearded chiefs,
And below the ships are prisons, where with multitudinous griefs,
Christian captives sick and sunless, all a labouring race repines
Like a race in sunken cities, like a nation in the mines.
They are lost like slaves that sweat, and in the skies of morning hung
The stair-ways of the tallest gods when tyranny was young.
They are countless, voiceless, hopeless as those fallen or fleeing on
Before the high Kings' horses in the granite of Babylon.
And many a one grows witless in his quiet room in hell
Where a yellow face looks inward through the lattice of his cell,
And he finds his God forgotten, and he seeks no more a sign--
(But Don John of Austria has burst the battle-line!)
Don John pounding from the slaughter-painted poop,
Purpling all the ocean like a bloody pirate's sloop,
Scarlet running over on the silvers and the golds,
Breaking of the hatches up and bursting of the holds,
Thronging of the thousands up that labour under sea
White for bliss and blind for sun and stunned for liberty.

Vivat Hispania!
Domino Gloria!
Don John of Austria
Has set his people free!

Cervantes on his galley sets the sword back in the sheath
(Don John of Austria rides homeward with a wreath.)
And he sees across a weary land a straggling road in Spain,
Up which a lean and foolish knight for ever rides in vain,
And he smiles, but not as Sultans smile, and settles back the blade....
(But Don John of Austria rides home from the Crusade
11 posted on 02/11/2003 2:27:29 PM PST by matthew_the_brain
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To: B4Ranch
Well said MgySgt Evans. To those of us who know. Liberty or Death is an easy choice. Semper Fi, my brother.

DS Bisesi MCPO USN (Ret)
12 posted on 02/11/2003 2:32:46 PM PST by PISANO
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To: boknows
Semper Fi
13 posted on 02/11/2003 2:37:02 PM PST by Junkman
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To: boknows
The best way to end war and ensure peace is to kill the enemy.
14 posted on 02/11/2003 2:55:48 PM PST by MrBambaLaMamba (Buy 'Allah' brand urinal cakes - If you can't kill the enemy at least you can piss on their god)
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To: boknows
Semper Fi
15 posted on 02/11/2003 3:06:14 PM PST by VaBthang4 (Jeremiah 51;24 "..Before your eyes I will repay Babylon for all the wrong they have done in Zion")
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To: boknows
Left, Right, 1, 2, Aye Aye Sir!!!!!!!

Semper Fi
16 posted on 02/11/2003 3:08:11 PM PST by JoeSixPack1 (Who's on First?)
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To: boknows
Yes and that d*** Peter Jennings still refuses to refer to GWB as "the President". Always refers to him as Mr. Bush.
17 posted on 02/11/2003 3:12:55 PM PST by bosshog
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To: boknows
We often joke about spewing our drinks onto our keyboards in response to an unexpected and humorous post on the FR, but I must say that I damned nearly put my fist through an unsuspecting computer monitor after reading the foregoing.

Well said, and I can only say amen to that. There will be a day of reckoning for all of the arrogant and vile bastards who repeatedly have spit on us as a nation and a people.

These cockroaches, both foreign and domestic, should know that they will be remembered and dealt with when the merde hits the fan and our once-orderly society is too busy trying to survive the day to notice the reckoning which surely will come to pass.

And there is nothing "un-Christian" about ridding the world of ravening wolves who for so long have done untold damage while dressed in sheep's clothing......

18 posted on 02/11/2003 3:21:42 PM PST by tracer (/b>)
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Bump
19 posted on 02/11/2003 4:17:25 PM PST by NormsRevenge (Semper Fi)
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To: dd5339; cavtrooper21
ping!
20 posted on 02/11/2003 5:52:51 PM PST by Vic3O3 (-47 below keeps the riffraff out!)
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To: VaBthang4
(Jeremiah 51;24 "..Before your eyes I will repay Babylon for all the wrong they have done in Zion" I like this.


Thank all of you Marines.
21 posted on 02/11/2003 6:46:44 PM PST by bulldogs
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To: tracer
"And there is nothing "un-Christian" about ridding the world of ravening wolves who for so long have done untold damage while dressed in sheep's clothing...... "


Well said.
22 posted on 02/11/2003 6:49:31 PM PST by bulldogs
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To: boknows

23 posted on 02/11/2003 6:50:53 PM PST by harpo11 (The United Nations is NOT united with America)
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To: boknows
Very good. But as a Jew, I have this gnawing feeling that it's happening again. I keep hearing, "It can never happen." but that's not what I'm seeing. Do you get it now?
24 posted on 02/11/2003 6:53:58 PM PST by Hildy
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To: Hildy
"It can never happen."

Where in the hell do you hear that being said?

25 posted on 02/11/2003 8:50:22 PM PST by B4Ranch
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To: B4Ranch
Posted at Khe Sanh Combat Base, RVN;
"To those who fight for it,
Life has a flavor the sheltered will never know."

God Bless all our military and protect those who stand into harms way. Our prayers and thoughts are with you all.
26 posted on 02/11/2003 8:55:46 PM PST by Widows Son (Semper Fi!)
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To: Widows Son
That's a flavor that hopefully most of our people will never need to taste, even though I do wish that more men would be anxious for a little taste. Actual combat isn't necessary to protect our people, just the that the enemy knows that we will not hesitate should the need arise.
27 posted on 02/11/2003 9:06:20 PM PST by B4Ranch
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To: B4Ranch
What I meant to type is our ongoing Mantra, "NEVER AGAIN." I don't hear it loudly enough these days.
28 posted on 02/12/2003 8:46:59 AM PST by Hildy
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To: Hildy
Now that makes sense. Thanx
29 posted on 02/12/2003 3:17:56 PM PST by B4Ranch
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