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this is powerful!
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To the drunks, the addicts, the perverts, the victims, the porn stars, the prostitutes, the adulterers, theives, the obese gluttons who think a waste is a terrible thing to mind, the Twilight fans, the murderers, the mommy’s boys, the losers, the freaks, the geeks, people who think wrestling is real, red necks, guys who own action figures, chain smokers, everyone who does not use a turn signal while texting and talking on the phone in their car, men who live with their mothers, women who get paid in dollar bills, dudes in dresses (seen it at Mars Hill), democrats, republicans, the guys at the gym who walk around the locker room naked singing Bon Jovi’s Living on a Prayer, mormons and anyone else who wears sacred under breeches, whoever is responsible for the creation and ongoing sale of men’s Lycra biking shorts… yoga instructors, witches, pot heads, meat heads, crack heads, dead heads and meth heads… people who don’t recycle, the rainbow-loving tree-hugging … lefters, and religious people who do not know what I am talking about because these subjects were not on The Little House on the Prairie or covered in their Home School co-op — I have good news for you: Jesus loves you. You’ll fit right in. And because He died for your sins, you get to repent.
Mark Driscoll, Jesus Loves Sinners (via neweyesandextracolors)
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No joke, I heard a story of my friend’s DI (Staff Sargent), when he was in Iraq:
He was on patrol and had around 20 40mm on him or something and a shit load of ammo and 3 AT tubes in each HUMVEE in a convoy of 4-5 HUMVEEs. And in 2 engagements on their patrol, they spent ALL of their ammo on the insurgents and had to get back to their FOB (Which was Saddam’s palace at the time).
Once they got there, each .50 cal prolly had around 100+ rounds left with each Marine with 1-2 mags left but the gate (which was BIG AS FUCK) took forever to open and the insurgents were closing in on them FAST.
But right when the door cracked open a little bit, a Marine sprinted out of the gate with a M240B with ammo belts strapped to him and just plopped on the floor with the bipod deployed shooting accurate suppression fire.
That gave the convoy enough time to get in safely, but when the Marine walked back in, the SSgt. walked up to him and went “WHAT THE FUCK MARINE? ARE YOU FUCKING FORCE RECON OR SOMETHING?”
And the Marine looks at him and goes “NO STAFF SARGENT, I’M IN THE MARINE CORPS BAND SIR.”Haha, But I Still Blame Glee For The Pussification Of Our Nations Liberal Youth …
Hell. Fucking. Yes.
5500 over here. Proud of it.
Band FTW!!!
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Flags in.
Pvt. Aaron Johnson, 3rd U.S. Infantry Regiment (The Old Guard), places a small American Flag in front of a grave at Arlington National Cemetery. During an approximately three-hour period, the soldiers place flags in front of more than 260,000 gravestones and about 7,300 niches at the cemetery’s columbarium.
(Photo by Staff Sergeant Matthew Coffee, 24 May 2012 via DVIDS.)
I bet Bob is having fun floating around on his beloved puffy clouds. Rest in peace, Bob Ross.
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Letter written from a soldier to a son.
Traci Wise:
“I found my son sitting having a moment with his daddy (SFC Benjamin Wise) the other day. We lost him January 15 in Afghanistan… we cannot forget about the incredible loss these children must undertake.”Dear _____________,
Be proud of your father. He was one of the bravest and strongest men this country has ever claimed. He was a warrior outclassed by few and has certainly left his mark on history. Your father will forever be remembered as one of a handful that stepped up at crucial point in time and gave everything. I don’t know you, and I certainly didn’t know your father, but rest assured, I know exactly what you are feeling right now. Be proud. Good men are alive and evil men are six feet under because of your father; don’t ever forget that and let no person tell you otherwise.
Respectfully,
Jon
