A Veteran is someone, who at one point in their life, wrote a blank check made payable to the “United States of America” for an amount up to including their life.
It’s the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of speech.
It’s the soldiers, not the politicians, that ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.
It’s the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag.
Thank God for our Military
Dear Lord, walk into our house and take away all of our worries, illnesses of our families and friends and the men and women fighting for our freedom in Jesus’ name, Amen
Of all of the gifts you can give a Soldier, Sailor, Airman, Marine, PRAYER is the very best one.
If you don’t stand behind our troops, feel free to stand in front of them…
- They do jobs that others won’t do or are afraid to do.
- They live in crowded conditions among a people who speak a different language.
- They rarely see their families, and they face adversity all day – every day…
I’m not talking about illegal aliens – I’m talking about our troops!
Doesn’t it seem strange that so many are willing to lavish all kinds of social
Wouldn’t it be great if we took the $360,000,000,000 (that’s billion) we spend on the illegals and give it to our troops?
Skyland Malamutes prays for you with a big GOD BLESS to each and every one of our Military men and women…past, present and future.
The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
“Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my Church have you been true?”
The soldier squared his soldiers and said,
“No, Lord, I guess I ain’t.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can’t always be a saint.
I’ve had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I’ve been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn’t mine to keep…
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills just got too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I’ve wept unmanly tears.
I know I don’t deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you’ve a place for me here, Lord,
It needn’t be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don’t, I’ll understand.”
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgement of his God.
“Step forward now, you soldier,
You’ve borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets,
You’ve done your time in Hell.”
Author: Sgt Joshua Helterbran
Skyland Malamutes 