Semper Fi GI JANE's blog: "Judge not"

I LOVE THIS COMEBACK... One of my sons serves in the military. He is stationed stateside, here in California . He called me yesterday to let me know how warm and welcoming people were to him and his troops everywhere they go. Telling me how people shake their hands and thank them for being willing to serve and fight, not only our own freedoms but so that others may have them too. Then he told me about an incident in the grocery store he stopped at yesterday, on his way home from the base. He said that several people were in the line ahead of him, including a woman dressed in a burkha. He said when she got to the cashier, she made a loud remark about the U.S. Flag, lapel pin, the cashier wore on her smock. The cashier reached up and touched the pin and said, 'Yes, I always wear it proudly, because I'm an American.' The woman in the burkha then asked the cashier when she was going to stop bombing her countrymen, explaining that she was Iraqi. Then, a Gentleman standing behind my son stepped forward, putting his arm around my son's shoulders and nodding towards my son, said in a calm and gentle voice to the Iraqi woman: Lady, hundreds of thousands of men and women like this young man have fought and died so that YOU could stand here, in MY country and accuse a check-out cashier of bombing YOUR countrymen. It is my belief that had you been this outspoken in YOUR own country, we wouldn't need t o be there today. But, hey, if you have now learned how to speak out so loudly and clearly, I'll gladly buy you a ticket and pay your way back to Iraq , so you can straighten out the Mess in YOUR country, that you are obviously here in MY country to avoid.' Everyone within hearing distance cheered! IF YOU AGREE... Pass this on to all of your proud American friends. I just did.

I lay asleep one night I dream of all that fight I see the wars of all time, World War Two, Korea, and 'Nam, The soldiers dead stand before me, and put me on the judgement stand. They ask why, and i ask why about what, They part and i see, people buring the colors of the free. Then again they ask why, I say I am not a judge of them, I am a soldier just like you. I put my life before theirs, and I judge their actions not. Again they ask why and again i have no answer. Then their tears fall, and their words flow, to me they explain the colors true. They say in unison with love and devotion, THE WHITE STANDS FOR USE THAT WILL FIGHT, THE BLUE IS FOR FREEDOM WE SERVE TRUE, THE RED IS FOR THE BLOOD WE ALL HAVE SHED. And again they ask why, Now with tears in my eyes, I understand and say, I can judge them not. They don't know, they don't relize. Then I say forgive them, and ask me not to judge for i see it as you. Because I now serve as you did, they bow to me and ask forgiveness. Because i experiance their pain, and i am one as they were, Infantry and destine to serve. Then with their eyes lifted to me, they agree I can not judge. I can not see the americans becoming insane. Cause they have not walked for their colors or served their time. They only wish to know why, their colors they spilt blood for, is not honored, as they were. When the flag covered them, and warmed them in their final sleep. I again see and agree, I say I am sorry, but untill they see, in their own way they will never know. And only we the infantry will honor you and your pain, as we try to get the freedom filled Americans, To relize their wrong, until then they only dishonor their country, Cause they know not what has been done, to get what they have, by many that have and will soon die. In protection of their freedom. Written by: Pfc Stacy, julius w. copyright: 2 Dec 1993 (S.Korea) Dedicated to all who have and will serve our country