Monday, April 24, 2006

I Get Email

It's been an interesting day for email. First this:

From: Debashis Bose
Sent: Apr 24
Subject: I will call the police

I will call the police if u send me any more spam---


I have no idea who Debashis Bose is. But then, later, I got the following, apparently from beyond the grave. It seems my late father has been reincarnated as a Neo-Con:

From: Hart, Bill
Sent: Mon 4/24/2006 2:24 PM
Subject: FW: one chain will not break

The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances, is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either.

He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155 mm Howitzer. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.

He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march. He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.

He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle.

He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low. He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all.


He has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime. He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful. Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom.

Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years. He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood. And now we even have woman over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so. As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.

Prayer wheel for our military - please don't break it. Please send this on after a short prayer. "Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen." When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those in Iraq.

There is nothing attached. This can be very powerful. Of all the gifts you could give a U.S. Soldier, Sailor, Coast Guardsman, Marine and Airman, prayer is the very best one. I can't break this one, sorry. This is a ribbon for soldiers fighting in Iraq. Pass it on to everyone and pray.


I swear I'm not making this up.

2 comments:

Kathleen Callon said...

Only a couple places on the net have this wording. Here is one, but it's not by Bill Hart. The post is by someone named Patty, it appears. Maybe if you contact him you can solve part of your mystery by finding out who wrote this and whether it was written by your dad, is a coincidence, or if it is by someone messing with you.

http://www.brandonblog.com/files/2003_09_28_archive.html

Shokai said...

I appreciate your research, but actually I sincerely doubt that someone's trying to mess with me, or that Dad's now a Neo from "beyond." It's probably a combination of spam and coincidence ("spamincidence?"). Beside's Patty version has the wrong pictures - the words toward the end clearly refer to the picture of the two females, not the dude she posted.