This article posted today (4th November 2008) in OZ shows how poorly British MP’s value the lives of British Soldiers fighting for ‘freedom’ in Afghanistan. More evidence of snouts in the trough where preferences to allocate needed funds for the military are misdirected to the greedy, avaricious, grossly overpaid corporate wankers – who have bastardised the financial markets. Where’s the justice in this?
My opinion as follows, posted last year still applies: I’m seldom lost for words – but – the obscenity of this war in Afghanistan and it’s aftermath for some, surely couldn’t be expressed more adequately than the Ben Parkinson article in the Daily Mail 28th August 2007
Click the bolded titling to the article. Every soldier – past and present – needs to read this!
“Forward the Light Brigade!
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldiers knew
Some one had blundered:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the Valley of Death
Rode the six hundred”
Tennyson’s Charge of the Light Brigade
ED: 8th January 2008: I received this reply from Downing Street – in response to my Petition signature. Did You?
Derek Lovemore, Editor, Brisbane Australia.
FOLLOWING IS TEXT AND PHOTOGRAPHS RECEIVED BY EMAIL TODAY (12th March 2009). I REPUBLISH THEM ALL – VERBATIM – WITH THANKS & ACKNOWLEDGEMENT TO THE SOURCES OF THE PHOTOS & IN SUPPORT OF AN ALLIED GROUP SWEATING OUT THEIR GUTS IN HELL. GOOD ON YOU GUYS! – WE REMEMBER YOU. WE SALUTE YOU!
SLEEP LAST NIGHT?
Bed a little lumpy, toss and turn any, wish the heat was higher, maybe the a/c wasn’t on, had to go to the john, need a drink of water. Yes, it is like this! Count your blessings, pray for them. Talk to your Creator and the next time when:-
The other car cuts you off and you must hit the brakes, or you have to park a little further from Walmart than you want to be, or you’re served slightly warm food at the restaurant, or you’re sitting and cursing the traffic in front of you, or the shower runs out of hot water. Think of them, protecting your freedom!
The proud warriors of Baker Company wanted to do something to pay tribute to our fallen comrades. So since we are part of the only Marine Infantry Battalion left in Iraq the one way that we could think of doing that is by taking a picture of Baker Company saying the way we feel. It would be awesome if you could find a way to share this with our fellow countrymen. I was wondering if there was any way to get this into your papers to let the world know that ‘WE HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN’ and are proud to serve our country.’
1st Sgt Dave Jobe
The attached photo was forwarded from one of the last U.S. Marine companies in Iraq. They would like to have it passed to as many people as possible, to let the folks back home know that they remember why they’re there and that they remember those who’ve been lost.
Subject: The Sack Lunches This is a must to read
The Sack Lunches: I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. ‘I’m glad I have a good book to read, perhaps I’ll get a short nap,’ I thought. Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation. ‘Where are you headed?’ I asked the soldier seated nearest to me ‘Petawawa. We’ll be there for two weeks for special training, and then from there we’re being deployed to Afghanistan.’
After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time. As I reached for my wallet, I overheard a soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. ‘No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn’t be worth five bucks. I’ll wait till we get to base. His friend agreed. I looked around at the other soldiers. None of the young men were buying lunch.
I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. ‘Take a lunch to all those soldiers.’ She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me ‘My son was a soldier in Iraq. When you help these young men you’re doing it for all of American warriors – so thank you for helping my son. Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, ‘Which do you like best – beef or chicken?’ ‘Chicken,’ I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of the plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. ‘This is for you.’ After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room.
A man stopped me. ‘I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.’ He handed me twenty-five dollars. Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, and said, ‘I want to shake your hand.’ Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain’s hand. With a booming voice he said, ‘I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.’ I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers. Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm. When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over and handed them the seventy-five dollars. ‘It will take you some time to reach the base. It will soon be time for supper. God Bless You.’ Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers. As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a sack lunch. It seemed so little. A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to the ‘ United States of America for an amount of ‘up to and including my life.’ That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.
May God give you the strength and courage to pass this along to everyone on your email buddy list?
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