ISIS Sex Slaves Rescued

Breaking News: Despite ongoing claims by the Obama Regime that we’d have no “boots on the ground” in Iraq and/or Syria, US Marines have recently rescued a bunch of ISIS’ sex slaves.

USMC Rescue ISIS Sex Slaves
USMC Rescue ISIS Sex Slaves

While I praise the USMC for their unflagging commitment to morality and for making such a strategic strike against the Jihadis’ morale and operational efficiency, I’m left somewhat ambivalent. Yes, it’s good to prevent this particular Muslim predilection; yes, it’s good to to destroy the Muslims’ morale by freeing their sex slaves; but doing so comes with long-term consequences.

Every load of sperm some filthy Muslim spends inside a sheep, goat, or other farm animal is one that it didn’t spend inside something that could later squeeze out a new generation of these vermin that our children will have to fight against. Hence, I’m not sure if this was a wise idea. 😉

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This One’s For My Mom

There’s no great rhyme or reason for this post. This one’s for my mom, a former officer in the United States Marine Corps from a time when being a female Marine, much less an officer, was a rarity of note.

Though Many Are Born, Few Are Made

As you either knew before or know now, I come by my love of country and my function as a defender of it naturally. It comes from having a mother who was not only pretty hardcore but was also Hard Corps. 😆

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Americans Are Wrong

Americans are wrong, socially inept, and gauche – or so our titular allies in Europe and Britain so often of take great pains to tell us. A case it point:

A US Marine fresh from deployment in Afghanistan enters a train in Europe. The train was quite crowded, so the Marine walked the entire length lf it ooking for a seat, but the only seat left was taken by a well dressed, middle-aged, French woman’s poodle.

The war-weary Marine asked, “Ma’am, may I have that seat?”

The French woman just sniffed and said to no one in particular, “Americans are so rude. My little Fifi is using that seat.”

The Marine walked the entire train again, but the only seat left was under that dog.

“Please, ma’am. May I sit down here? I’m very tired.”

She snorted, “Not only are you Americans rude, you are also arrogant!”

This time the Marine didn’t say a word; he just picked up the little dog, tossed it out the train window, and sat down.

The woman shrieked, “Someone must defend my honour! Put this American in his place!”

An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up and said to the Marine, “Sir, you Americans seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing. You hold the fork in the wrong hand. You drive your cars on the wrong side of the road. And now, sir, you seem to have thrown the wrong bitch out the window.”

As a general rule I prefer dogs over Americans. Europeans – especially the French until very recently – are farther down on my list of favored or tolerated animals so I’d have to grudgingly agree with the Brit in this instance 😉

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Fist Of God

Here’s a funny one about a US Marine providing an education for an atheist with delusions of grandeur.

A United States Marine was attending some college courses between assignments. He had completed tours in Iraq and Afghanistan . One of the courses had a professor who was an avowed atheist and a member of the ACLU.

One day the professor shocked the class. When he came in the professor looked to the ceiling and flatly stated, “God, if you are real, then I want you to knock me off this platform. Ill give you exactly 15 minutes.”

The lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop.

Ten minutes went by and the professor proclaimed, “Here I am God. Im still waiting.”

It was down to the last couple of minutes when the Marine got out of his chair, went up to the professor, and cold-cocked him, knocking him off the platform. The professor was out cold in a heap on the floor.

The Marine calmly went back to his seat and sat there, silently. The other students were shocked, stunned, and sat there looking on in silence.

The professor eventually came to, noticeably shaken, looked at the Marine and asked, “What the hell is the matter with you? Why did you do that?

The Marine calmly replied, “God was too busy today protecting American soldiers who are protecting your right to say stupid stuff and act like an idiot. So, He sent me.”

My mother – who retired as a Major in the US Marine Corps – always said that we were all God’s hands but that, when God needed to make a fist, he sent in the Marines. God, Corps and Country – Semper Fidelis!

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Six Boys

In October 2000 Michael T. Powers, transcribed the following from a videotape he made of a talk given by author James Bradley at the Marine Corps War Memorial in Arlington, Virginia. Bradley, whose father, John, was one of the six men pictured in the famous photograph of the flag-raising on Mt. Suribachi in February 1945 (and is thus depicted in the monument’s), had earlier that year published Flags of Our Fathers, an account of the life stories of those six men.

Each year I am hired to go to Washington, DC, with the 8th grade class from Clinton, WI, where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly enjoy visiting our nations capital, and each year I take some special memories back with me. This falls trip was especially memorable.

On the last night of our trip we stopped at the Iwo Jima memorial. This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of the most famous photographs in history – that of the six brave soldiers raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island of Iwo Jima, Japan, during WW II.

Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and headed for the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, Where are you guys from?

I told him we were from Wisconsin. Hey! Im a Cheese Head, too. Come gather round Cheese Heads and Ill tell you a story. he said.

(James Bradley just happened to be in Washington, DC, to speak at the memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good night to his dad, who had passed away. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up. I videotaped him as he spoke to us and received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible monuments filled with history in Washington, DC, but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night.)

When all had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. Here are his words from that night:

My name is James Bradley, and Im from Antigo, WI. My dad is on that statue and I just wrote a book called Flags of Our Fathers which is #5 on the New York Times Best Seller List right now. It is the story of the six boys you see behind me.

Six boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the ground is Harlan Block. Harlan was an all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps. with all the senior members of his football team. They were off to play another type of game. A game called war. But it didnt turn out to be a game. Harlan, at the age of 21, died with his intestines in his hands. I dont say that to gross you out, I say that because there are people who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in Iwo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years-old – and it was so hard that the ones who did make it home would never talk to their families about it.

You see this next guy? Thats Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire. If you took Renes helmet off at the moment this photo was taken and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph – a photograph of his girlfriend. Rene put that there for protection because he was scared. He was 18 years-old. It was just boys who won the battle of Iwo Jima. Boys. Not old men.

The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sgt. Mike Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called him the old man because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mike would motivate his boys in training camp, he didnt say Lets go kill some Japanese, or Lets go die for our country. He knew he was talking to little boys. Instead he would say You do what I say and Ill get you home to your mothers.

The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian from Arizona. Ira Hayes was one who walked off Iwo Jima. He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him Youre a hero. He told reporters How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and only 27 of us walked off alive? So you take your class at school, 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 hit the beach together and only 27 of your classmates walk off alive. That was Ira Hayes. He had images of horror in his mind. Ira Hayes carried the pain home with him and eventually died, dead drunk, facedown at the age of 32, 10 years after this picture was taken.

The next guy, going around the statue, was Franklin Sously, from Hilltop, KY. A fun-lovin hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70, told me Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of Hilltop General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldnt get down. Then we fed them Epsom salts. Those cows crapped all night. Yes, he was a fun-lovin hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19. When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it came to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his mothers farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night long and into the morning. Those neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away.

The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John Bradley, from Antigo, WI, where I was raised. My dad lived until 1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkites producers or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say No, Im sorry, sir. My dads not here. Hes in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there. No, I do not know when he will be back. My dad never fished or even went to Canada. Usually he was sitting there right at the kitchen table eating his Campbells soup. But we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didnt want to talk to the press.

You see, like Ira Hayes, my dad didnt see himself as a hero. Everyone thinks these guys are heroes because theyre in a photo and on a monument. My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a care giver. In Iwo Jima, he probably held more than 200 boys as they died. And when boys died in Iwo Jima, they writhed and screamed, without any medication or help with the pain.

When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me my dad was a hero. When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. DID NOT COME BACK.

So thats the story about six nice young boys. Three died on Iwo Jima, and three came back as national heroes. Overall, 7,000 boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end here. Thank you for your time.

Suddenly, the monument was not just a big old piece of metal with a flag sticking out of the top. It came to life before our eyes with the heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless.

2000 Michael T. Powers

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Michael T. Powers, the founder of HeartTouchers.com and Heart4Teens.com, is the youth minister at Faith Community Church in Janesville, Wisconsin. He is happily married to his high school sweetheart Kristi and proud father of three young rambunctious boys.

He is also an author with stories in 29 inspirational books including many in the Chicken Soup for the Soul series and his own entitled:Heart Touchers Life-Changing Stories of Faith, Love, and Laughter. To preview his book or to join the thousands of world wide readers on his inspirational e-mail list, visit: www.HeartTouchers.com

A lot of people over the years have added bits of text to this story, but this is the original version. I think it’s worth reading – by those who hold to the illusion of “the glories of war”, by those neo-liberals who are allowing partisan politics to hinder our servicemen’s and servicewomens’ ability to survive the battlefield, and by those in power who have chosen to put these men and women in harm’s way.

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