Kaboom...Scout's Out!

Although I stumbled across this blog a while back, I somehow never got around to adding it to my blogroll.

As a proud member of the cavalry myself, I really love reading about what my brothers are doing over in the sandbox. LT G is a very good writer. And he doesn't pull any punches.

I realize He may never visit my site, but I am proud to put him on my blogroll. I Hope you all take the time to read about him and his soldier's experiences in Iraq. So many times you see, hear and read about what's going on there, what the soldiers think or what the Iraqis think. Where is the truth?

It usually lies somewhere in the middle.

There are so many Americans against this war. What I think those people need to understand is that We are at war. The decision was made and we have to face the consequences. It doesn't matter anymore who was right or wrong. To make a bad situation better is all we can hope for.

Soldiers on the line want to do their job and come home. But they do not want to come home without completing their mission. No matter how bad it get's or how much it sucks, tey still want to get it done.

LTG says, "embrace the suck" That's pretty much what being a line soldier is all about. And don't belittle or patronize them, they are a proud caste of warriors that deserve our respect. And our support. Lest we forget, the soldiers are citizens who have volunteered, for whatever reason, some out of patriotism, some because it is a family tradition and some for the benefits. But essentially they represent a cross section of our nation, every race creed and color in the US is represented in our military. They are not a bunch of robots, they're real people with hopes and dreams, families and friends. What sets them apart is they did what their country asked them to do. The least we can do is do the only thing they ask of us. Let them finish what we've started.

I'm going to leave you all with a little piece of Cavalry tradition that I dedicate to LTG and his Gravediggers and all the rest of our Cavalry bretheren:

FIDDLER'S GREEN

Halfway down the trail to hell in a shady meadow green

Are the souls of all dead troopers camp'd near a good ol' time canteen

And this eternal resting place is known as Fiddler's Green

Marching past straight through to hell

The Infantry are seen

Accomp'nied by the Engineer, Artillery and Marine

For none but the shades of Cavalrymen dismount at Fiddler's Green

Though some go curving down the trail to seek a warmer scene,

No Cavalryman ever gets to hell e're he's emptied his canteen

And so rides back to drink again with friends at Fiddler's Green

And so when man and horse go down beneath a sabre keen

Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee you stop a bullet clean

And the hostiles come to get your scalp

Just empty your canteen

And put your pistol to your head and go to Fiddler's Green

So to LTG, if you ever read this...

SCOUT"S OUT!

Die with your boots on.....