RedHotLustLife's blog: "The Brave"

Like the ocean so wide and powerful with its waves rolling in and crashing against The rocks With the same force as my admiration towards the man I want to get to know I want to know and feel his strength, and feel the power of his touch, crashing against My soul I want to feel his passions his desires and the dreams he has Like the waters that go on Forever and ever I want to feel his tender touch caressing every inch of my body like the kiss of the sun over the ocean horizon, Faithfully each morning I want him to know that with each and ever word spoken is like a ripple that spreads throughout the deepest waters in My heart For the day is coming closer and the nights are getting longer in the desire To be near you I dream of that moment when the waters of the ocean and the rocks of the cliffs finally meet In a storm of passion, His every touch will be like a soft caress to the rocks of the cliffs below With each encounter will be like the waters stirring under the ocean so deep With each kiss will be like a storm building furiously down beneath the earth And deep down beneath my soul And when the time comes for him to take my heart my soul and my body and make love to me It will be like a wild storm out of control With each touch, caress, and kiss he bestows upon me, will be like Giant waves Crashing vigorously with so much power and so much strength against the rocks, Just like nature intended it to be And just like I want him to completely take me Then like the calm after the storm I want to lie in his arms and hear The pounding of his heart Like the ocean waves Calming and soothing To my Soul

Repost: Author - Unknown Dear Civilians, We know that the current state of affairs in our great nation has many civilians up in arms and excited to join the military. For those of you who can't join, you can still lend a hand. Here are a few of the areas where we would like your assistance: (1) The next time you see an adult talking (or wearing a hat) during the playing of the National Anthem---kick their ass. (2) When you witness, firsthand, someone burning the American Flag in protest---kick their ass. (3) Regardless of the rank they held while they served, pay the highest amount of respect to all veterans. If you see anyone doing otherwise, quietly pull them aside and explain how these veterans fought for the very freedom they bask in every second. Enlighten them on the many sacrifices these veterans and their families made (and continue to make) to make this nation great. Then hold them down while a disabled veteran kicks their ass. (4) (GUYS) if you were never in the military, DO NOT pretend that you were. Wearing battle dress uniforms (BDUs), telling others that you used to be Special Forces", and collecting GI Joe memorabilia might have been okay when you were seven years old. Now, it will only make you look stupid and get your ass kicked. (5) Next time you come across an Air Force member, do not ask them, "Do you fly a jet?" Not everyone in the Air Force is a pilot. Such ignorance deserves an ass kicking (children are exempt). (6) If you witness someone calling the US Coast Guard "non-military", inform them of their mistake---and kick their ass. (I leave this one in here only partially agreeing with it. I feel that a member of any governmental law enforcement agency should be afforded the same respect as a veteran.) (7) Next time Old Glory (the US flag) prances by during a parade, get on your damn feet and pay homage to her, by placing your hand over your heart. Quietly thank the military member or veteran lucky enough to be carrying her. Of course,failure to do either of those could earn you a severe ass kicking. (8) Don't try to discuss politics with a military member or a veteran. We are Americans, and we all bleed the same, regardless of our party affiliation. Our Chain of Command is to include our Commander-In-Chief (C in C). The President (for those who didn't know) is our C in C regardless of political party. We have no inside track on what happens inside those big important buildings where all those representatives meet. All we know is that when those civilian representatives screw up the situation, they call upon the military to go straighten it out. If you keep asking us the same stupid questions repeatedly, you will get your ass kicked! (9) Saying "Your Mama wears combat boots" never made sense to me and other Vets---so stop saying it! If your Mama did wear combat boots, she would most likely be a Vet and, therefore, could kick your ass! (10) Bin Laden and the Taliban are not Communists, so stop saying 'Let's go kill those Commies! And stop asking us where he is! Crystal balls are not standard issue in the military. That reminds me---if you see anyone calling those damn psychic phone numbers, let me know, so I can go kick their ass. (11) "Flyboy" (Air Force), "Jarhead" (Marines), "Grunt" (Army), "Squid" (Navy), "Puddle Jumpers" (Coast Guard), etc., are terms of endearment we use describing each other. Unless you are a service member or a Vet, you have not earned the right to use them. That could get your ass kicked. (12) Last, but not least, whether or not you become a member of the military, support our troops and their families. Every Thanksgiving and religious holiday that you enjoy with family and friends, please remember that there are literally thousands of Marines, Navy, Army, Air Force, and Coast Guard troops far from home wishing they could be with their families. Thank God for our military and the sacrifices they make every day. Without them, our country would get its ass kicked.

A SOLDIER’S LETTER TO DAUGHTER The following letter was found on the body of Army Chief Warrant Officer Aaron Weaver when he died January 8, 2004, in a crash of a Black Hawk helicopter shot down by insurgents. Weaver scribbled the letter to his baby daughter, Savannah, while in a battlefield in Iraq. But he never mailed the letter. The letter arrived home with Aaron's personal items 2 months after his death. My Dearest little Savannah, I miss you so much. It seems like I had so little time with you before I left. Though we will have many fun times together over the next few years, I can't wait to see you again. I always knew that having children is special to a parent, but it means so much more than I ever imagined. I believe that I am probably the proudest dad ever. You are such a beautiful little girl and I can't wait till you call for me over and over. It is so hard to believe your mother and I could make such a special little thing. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are the meaning of my life, you make my heart pound with joy and pride. I love you and want you to know that daddy will always be here for you. No matter what happens to me or where we go, you will always know that I love you, mommy loves you and your family loves you. Remember that family is the most important thing and all you may have to fall back on to in times of need, Your family loves you. Love your family. Daddy Savannah Weaver was 15 months old when her father wrote his last letter to her. Savannah is three years old now and lives in Central Florida with her mother, Nancy Weaver and brother, Austin Weaver. Arron Weaver’s battlefield letter is framed and hangs in Savannahs bedroom. Nancy Weaver never reads the letter.

TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN (2001-911) Two thousand one, nine eleven Three thousand plus arrive in heaven As they pass through the gate, Thousands more appear in wait A bearded man with stovepipe hat Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat" They settle down in seats of clouds A man named Martin shouts out proud "I have a dream!" and once he did The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives." Groups of soldiers in blue and gray Others in khaki, and green then say "We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine" The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain." From a man on sticks one could hear "The only thing we have to fear. The Newcomer said, "We know the rest, Trust us sir, we've passed that test." "Courage doesn't hide in caves You can't bury freedom, in a grave," The Newcomers had heard this voice before A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores A silence fell within the mist Somehow the Newcomer knew that this Meant time had come for her to say What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day "Back on Earth, we wrote reports, Watched our children play in sports Worked our gardens, sang our songs Went to church and clipped coupons We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought Unlike you, great we're not" The tall man in the stovepipe hat Stood and said, "Don't talk like that! Look at your country, look and see You died for freedom, just like me" Then, before them all appeared a scene Of rumbled streets and twisted beams Death, destruction, smoke and dust And people working just 'cause they must Hauling ash, lifting stones, Knee deep in hell, but not alone "Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman Side by side helping their fellow man!" So said Martin, as he watched the scene "Even from nightmares, can be born a dream." Down below three firemen raised The colors high into ashen haze The soldiers above had seen it before On Iwo Jima back in '45 The man on sticks studied everything closely Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly "I see pain, I see tears, I see sorrow -- but I don't see fear." "You left behind husbands and wives Daughters and sons and so many lives Are suffering now because of this wrong But look very closely. You're not really gone. All of those people, even those who've never met you All of their lives, they'll never forget you Don't you see what has happened? Don't you see what you've done? You've brought them together, together as one. With that the man in the stovepipe hat said "Take my hand," and from there he led Three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven