RE: 'Drich, which of the millions of different christian denominations goes to Heaven?'
January 19, 2015 at 10:56 am
(This post was last modified: January 19, 2015 at 11:12 am by The Grand Nudger.)
RE: Chaplain offering prayers and other fibs Drich might enjoy foisting upon the forums regarding military service and personnel
Sure, fobbits gotta fobbit. Some soldiers pray, others spend that time checking their mags, lacing their boots for the fortieth time in two hours, shifting their weight against their webs, shaking their canteens and filling their camels up with ice regardless of how bad an idea we're told that is (and others crack jokes and generally ham it up to ease the tension) - or wondering whether or not all of the processed meat products in MRE were in fact tuna. I don't know what fobbits spent their time doing when they weren't wasting mine, but whether or not a chaplian prays or other soldiers want a piece of that, nothing to do with me - nothing to do with being an effective combatant. Point is this, whenever someone else was praying in my vicinity...I always found a better use for that time. Ideologies don't evaporate when bullets fly, they just don't fucking matter. Christian soldiers were still christians, muslims were still muslims, wiccans were still wiccans - and atheists were still atheists. That's actually a problem for your position on the issue of god and "atheists in foxholes", and a "no shit" statement for mine. If someone wants to wrap themselves in the armor of jesus or allah or fucking diana, they can have at it.
I always did and always will put my trust in kevlar and belt fed 5.56, thanks. Surest way to survive a shitty situation is to make certain that the other guy doesn't. The only reason I ever bent a knee was to take aim.
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(also, your respect is fucking offensive - no sense prattling on about how you respect or appreciate soldiers and what they do, you clearly don't, not that you have to....but it's just a little bit irritating to hear people say such transparently vacuous things)
Sure, fobbits gotta fobbit. Some soldiers pray, others spend that time checking their mags, lacing their boots for the fortieth time in two hours, shifting their weight against their webs, shaking their canteens and filling their camels up with ice regardless of how bad an idea we're told that is (and others crack jokes and generally ham it up to ease the tension) - or wondering whether or not all of the processed meat products in MRE were in fact tuna. I don't know what fobbits spent their time doing when they weren't wasting mine, but whether or not a chaplian prays or other soldiers want a piece of that, nothing to do with me - nothing to do with being an effective combatant. Point is this, whenever someone else was praying in my vicinity...I always found a better use for that time. Ideologies don't evaporate when bullets fly, they just don't fucking matter. Christian soldiers were still christians, muslims were still muslims, wiccans were still wiccans - and atheists were still atheists. That's actually a problem for your position on the issue of god and "atheists in foxholes", and a "no shit" statement for mine. If someone wants to wrap themselves in the armor of jesus or allah or fucking diana, they can have at it.
I always did and always will put my trust in kevlar and belt fed 5.56, thanks. Surest way to survive a shitty situation is to make certain that the other guy doesn't. The only reason I ever bent a knee was to take aim.
(also, your respect is fucking offensive - no sense prattling on about how you respect or appreciate soldiers and what they do, you clearly don't, not that you have to....but it's just a little bit irritating to hear people say such transparently vacuous things)
I am the Infantry. I am my country’s strength in war, her deterrent in peace. I am the heart of the fight… wherever, whenever. I carry America’s faith and honor against her enemies. I am the Queen of Battle. I am what my country expects me to be, the best trained Soldier in the world. In the race for victory, I am swift, determined, and courageous, armed with a fierce will to win. Never will I fail my country’s trust. Always I fight on…through the foe, to the objective, to triumph overall. If necessary, I will fight to my death. By my steadfast courage, I have won more than 200 years of freedom. I yield not to weakness, to hunger, to cowardice, to fatigue, to superior odds, For I am mentally tough, physically strong, and morally straight. I forsake not, my country, my mission, my comrades, my sacred duty. I am relentless. I am always there, now and forever. I AM THE INFANTRY! FOLLOW ME!
