Posted on 09/08/2007 1:17:47 PM PDT by SandRat
Look through the photo albums of any family in America--or on their walls or fireplace mantels. In many cases, you'll find a picture of a young Soldier mixed in with other cherished images. A young man with wide eyes and determined face (and freshly shorn head) of someone in the midst of Basic Training. A young woman standing or sitting in front of the American flag, shoulders square in her union.
A just-married man in dress blues, taking his first steps with his bride under the proud protection of sabers upheld by friends-at-arms. My eyes rest on a picture of my mother and father on their wedding day. They are coming out of the church, all smiles and hopes. Dad is in his "pinks" and his fellow officers have formed an arch of drawn sabers for my parents to pass under. Those members of the "Greatest Generation" had taken a break from training for the war in Europe to share this day with a fellow Soldier.
The uniform changes. The eras of the photographs span many generations. But the spirit of those warriors shows strong and true no matter the decade.
My father fought his war wearing brown boots and a wood utility uniform. Hanging from his pistol belt was a side arm--a .45 caliber M1911 pistol--ammo pouches and a metal canteen in a felt-lined pouch. He carried a .30 caliber M2 carbine rifle and led a platoon of Soldiers who defied death from the skies by manning a quad-50 caliber machine gun mounted on a half-track chassis.
Dad fought his way across Europe equippped as well as any Soldier could be. He fought "the war to end all wars" with the finisest military technology available at the time time. But it was his warrior spirit that served him best. It was his sense of duty and honor--and the support of all his buddies--that brought him home.
I fought a different war in the jungles of Southeast Asia. I wore jungle boots and jungle fatiques. My rifle was an M16; my side arm was the venerable .45 caliber M1911 pistol--just like the one my father carried. My LBE held the same gear that dad toted around with him, except my canteen was space-age plastic. I was carried off to war in modern aircraft, from 747s to Huey helicopters. We had sophisticated command and control equipment that allowed commanders to make "real-time" decisions and influence each and every battle personally. Yet, when the victories came and all the analysis was done, it was the warrior spirit burning in the hearts of our Soldiers that made the difference.
Today's Soldiers go to war like Buck Rodgers in the 21st Century compared to generations past.
They have gone beyond the BDU to the ACU--and it looks like their boots can walk two miles without them!
They can also be female, in today's Army.
Today, our Soldiers carry the most modern of weapons: light, accurate and lethal.
Ready for anything, uniforms and chemical gear help protect them from countless dangers.
Commanders can literally run scenarios to the nth degree before any troops hit the ground...and airborne drones and satellites give them eyes everywhere.And yet, there remain situations which simply can't be anticipated in planning. So we give brave men and women what they need for both the expected and unexpected--and know their initiative, courage and readiness to fight will make the difference in the end.
Through the years, there's been only one constant on the battlefirlds: from Gettysburg, to San Juan Hill, to the trenches of the Argonne Forest, to the cliffs of Omaha Beach; that constant is the American Soldier. The heart of a warrior. The courage and honor unmatched anywhere. May they always be Army Strong!
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