I thought it was kind of funny, Momma.
I thought it was kind of funny, too . . . after i had left the personnel office. He was no soldier, MOAN, he was a civilian employee. Enlisted men don't screw each other over--those who do, find out soon enough that they've got no friends. When you're in a line of work in which people are subject to shoot at you, you don't want to be friendless. I was in the medical corps, everyone was nice to me . . . just in case.
Sorry, my mistake. Yeah, I'm sure I'd want to be on your side too if I needed help! :wink:
It had its bennies, that's for sure. No one knew what would be required for that particular confession, so i always told them that i went to a pine grove at sundown on Saturday and communed with nature until noon on Sunday. I had every Saturday night off for the rest of the time i was in the army. They didn't go for the nekkid dancin' virgins, though--they told me there were limits to how far they'd go to accomodate my religious preference.
dyslexia wrote:custer died for our sins.
Custer died because he made a bad choice
More than one bad choice . . .
Was laughing at Setanta. Posted too late.
Lord, we come to you today asking for peace. Please bring a smile to all of the troops today. Let each one have something to smile about, whether it be a memory from home, the love of a friend, the sun shining on their face, or a moment's quiet. Please grant them understanding. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen
Good morning, Setanta. I hope you had a good night.
Lord we come to you today asking for guidance, wisdom, and comfort for our troops. Please be with them Lord. Lead them in the way to go. In Jesus' name, Amen.
O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle?-be Thou near them! With them?-in spirit?-we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it?-for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
-- Sam Clemens, 1905
Good morning, Setanta. I trust you slept well last night?
Lord, today we come to you asking for your guidance for our troops. Lead them, comfort them, show the way to go Lord. Set your spirit upon them so they know the truth. Comfort their families and loved ones that miss them. Bring them home safely and soon Lord. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.
Good Morning Setanta! How are you today? I hope you are well.
Finer than frog's hair, Moan . . .
O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle?-be Thou near them! With them?-in spirit?-we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it?-for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
-- Sam Clemens, 1905
Glad to hear that. Have a wonderful day!
Setanta wrote:Finer than frog's hair
Finer than frog's hair?
Oh wait time for an encouraging prayer
Hey Lord, how about a day with sunshine and lollipops for everyone? How about giving those people in the midst of war a few moments to relax and toss around a frisbee? How about you just smack some of us dimwitted humans real hard with a whack of reality so we can see the idiocy of wars? I don't suppose that you'd care to end world hunger along with the ending of war, would you? Hey, it was worth asking. Anyway, keep the men and women out there safe today, maybe get us through a day without any war related deaths or injuries.
Well that's about it from here for me for right now Lord. It's looking like you tossed another nice day my way so I'd better go and enjoy it. Hope you're doing well today
It looks to be quite a lovely day in Canadia as well . . . just more evidence that god is not reliably paying attention . . .
Lord:
Please a day without bombs and sandstoms, hot sun, letters from home and good food, a few good DVD's and popcorn with some free time and a good night's sleep 'cause they deserve it! Thanks and Amen!
I may not like it that people do not believe in God but that is their business. Again, these are the kinds of things that make it so understandable for me to see why some don't believe. You cannot force anyone to be a believer. I wonder just what good that soldier thought he was doing by refusing to acknowledge your preference? It certainly wasn't promoting tolerance.
