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Jett Superior laid this on you on || November 11, 2003 || 12:15 am

Wherever you roam~

Dear Marines, Sailors, Soldiers and Airmen,

I know that some days you feel so very far removed from those that you are beholden (whether by heart, by contract or by both) to serve. I know that you feel like the ‘Average Joe’ could never possibly understand the fear, the grief, the overwhelming pride, the absolute sense of purpose you experience at times based on who you are and what you do. I know that there are times when you feel that your job is an ugly, thankless one. I know that there are times when it causes you headache and heartache and internal conflict. I know that you know restricted liberties of speech and action so that the rest of the citizens of our fine republic may know them intimately.

I know that you leave behind lovers, family, friends…the general comforts of hearth and home and fellowship. I know all too well the aching gash that this separation fires open in your chest. I know the days of tedium and lonely, just wanting to look into a particular pair of eyes or hear a certain voice. I know that some days some of you feel utterly alone and forgotten –as if no one recalls you and your call to duty– even if you serve stoically and do not voice it.

Please allow me to disabuse you of this notion.

You don’t know me, so let me share a little background about myself. I have a father who showed me courage in the face of fear and the importance of bearing. He was a Marine. I have a daddy who continually teaches me a greater worldview and the importance of kith and kin. He was a Navy man. I was the wife of a young man who loved his family and the young men he led fiercely; he taught me much about a sense of duty and faithfulness to one’s cause. He was an Army Airborne Ranger. I have a sister who diligently cataloged and shipped everything from armaments to toilet paper with great care because she knew lives depended on the job she did in the rear. She was Air Force. I have a brother who serves even now, sometimes in a capacity that he is not allowed to divulge to momma and daddy or even his wife; this has taught me fortitude and patience in times of unquiet and roiling emotion. These are just those in my immediate family. There are more: Cousins and uncles and friends that I love beyond measure flung from one point of the globe to the other. They dot huge bases and obscure airfields, they bob along on ships alongside the coasts of places that I’ve only seen pictures of and sometimes don’t know a thing about or perhaps have never even heard of.

My family has been represented in damn near every conflict that the United States has ever engaged in, both foreign and domestic: I touch on this with a fierce sense of pride. What you do is not an easy thing, and sometimes appears to be supremely thankless, but I want you to know that I for one am grateful.

It may not be much, but I thank you, and I pray for your safety and welfare and good spirits (sometimes even without conscious awareness) more often than I can count. No, it may not be much at all, but I do remember on more days than just this one, and I hope sometimes that you have even the slightest notion of that, as well as the comfort of knowing that there are more like me out there.

God bless, Godspeed, and Good Fucking Job (oooooooorah!),

.elizAbeth.

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He deals the cards as a meditation / And those he plays never suspect / He doesn’t play for the money he wins / He doesn’t play for respect / He deals the cards to find the answer / The sacred geometry of chance / The hidden law of a probable outcome / The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are swords of a soldier / I know that the clubs are weapons of war / I know that diamonds mean money for this art / But that’s not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds / He may lay the queen of spades / He may conceal a king in his hand / While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are swords of a soldier / I know that the clubs are weapons of war / I know that diamonds mean money for this art / But that’s not the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you / You’d maybe think there’s something wrong / I’m not a man of too many faces / The mask I wear is one / Those who speak know nothing / And find out to their cost / Like those who curse their luck in too many places / And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are swords of a soldier / I know that the clubs are weapons of war / I know that diamonds mean money for this art / But that’s not the shape of my heart

// Sting, ‘Shape Of My Heart’

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  1. Richard D. Bartlett 11.11.2003

    HOT

    I’d go tantric with that guy anyday.

     
  2. MaC 11.11.2003

    thank you for remembering…

     
  3. Lili 11.11.2003

    Jett,

    Beautifully put. I don’t always agree with the politics but I fiercly support anyone who serves for us. They truly are heros, no matter what role they play and I for one am thankful as well. Thoughts and well wishes to your family members and all those heros out there!

    Lili

     
  4. Sgt. Mac 11.11.2003

    I knew there was some inner reason, some hidden heart, some secret deep within, that made me want to know you better.

    Perhaps its your way with words, your talent for perspective, but with these words, your heart and soul are bared for all to see.

    It still amazes me, how many people just like you, still support our troops..Unlike other wars and other conflicts, the soul of America bares it hert on this Veteran’s Day..

    God Bless you for your words!

     
  5. John 11.11.2003

    What worries me is that the folks in charge say one thing and mean another. Take this exchange where the repeated “there is simply no amount of money that can truly compensate these brave men and women for the suffering that they went through at the hands of Saddam Hussein’s brutal regime” means that “there is no amount of money” that the government wants them to have. But hey, they didn’t care when they sent them out to spread DU ammo all over the place. Now they have to stay there for how long?

    I have been against the Iraq war because I care about our troops. I wish we could get them all out of there soon.

     
  6. Sgt. Mac 11.12.2003

    You know John, it would be nice, if one time in the whole fuckin’ world someone like you could put aside your commentary for one single fuckin’ day, and just salute those who serve, without all the other shit that is discussed infinitim.

     
  7. John 11.12.2003

    So bringing up how veterans of the last Gulf War are being treated is not germane. I figure if any day is a good day to call for better handling of the situation it would have been then.

    Yes, get mad at someone like me. It makes a lot of sense.

     

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