On this our Veterans Day

I would that Americans had an appreciation for the warrior race they are. It is in their blood and it is in their God.
Jesus when He returns as His complete self and not the 33 year manifestation of two thousand years ago, will return as the Warrior King.

Veterans Day is as much as Christ's Day as any American Holy Day, because by Him our military has been awarded victory after victory.
Strangely like no other race, even in places like the Alamo or Custer's Last Stand, where annihilation was the result, the Americans died gloriously and their blood baptized an even greater American nation.

I love Americans in the fight as they will fight tooth and nail if necessary and they die heroic deaths.
Americans rarely think situations through, but simply act. They are firebrands in the brier patch and flame to the perverse thrill of living on the edge. Tell an American it is a warehouse full of explosives, dripping with a Saudi field of gasoline coated with nuclear bombs, and they will be the first whose eyes light up with a glint and strike a match and say, "Let's see what happens".

That is what the Mission Complete by the US military for George W. Bush was about in Iraq and Afghanistan. It does not make any difference what traitors sullied that brilliant few days war of victory about in those two Islamic states, because the fact is the US military by God's Grace went in and defeated the undefeatable and faced a weapons of mass destruction Saddam Hussein.
Just because the Russians dumped two shiploads of chemical weapons for Saddam before the war, flew Saddam's one large nuclear bomb out to Moscow the liberation day and Saddam placed loads of biological weapons in Syria, does not stop the fact that the American military performed brilliantly in chewing up Soviet supplied Muslim militaries.

Veterans are known by many names. The Bush Ranger of the 7 Years War. The militia of the Ohio who were the best jungle fighters in riding ponies, eating parched grain and moving faster than Patton's 3rd Army on a military push.
There were Fremont's Great Westerners led by that legend, Kit Carson in liberating all of California from the Spanish Mexican Empire.
Theodore Roosevelt's Rough Riders in Cuba in the Spanish American War.

All these Americans are our Veterans. They are a brave and noble race like none other. The American at heart is a guerrilla fighter of cavalry vintage. They prefer to strike fast and hard and vanish like the ghost in the mists. They are best in the fight. They are merciful when necessary and pure God's avenging angels with need be.

I would that Americans knew the scalped glowing skulls laid in Ohio in wars, the butchered bodies of the 7th Cavalry, the sadistic mutilation of Bataan to a unit in Somalia dragged through the streets. There is nothing horrific about it as these were glorious American deaths who sacrificed unwillingly their lives.
That is what requires understanding in the fresh blood of Fort Hood in no Soldier in Texas gave up their life for America. No Soldier ever does give up their life. No Soldier is ever a victim, because victims are defined as those who give up control and allow themselves to be assaulted.

Americans never allow such things. They fight, they do what requires to be done to stay alive to fight for a day when the odds are in their favor, and if they die for that day, then they know their comrades will rise up and bleed the enemy to the last drop.

Those who use terms like victims and voids which can not be filled have no comprehension of what is American.

A battle field is always filled with the glorious cry of Americans in all America stands for. Patton kissing a wounded Soldier and kissing him on the forehead is a poetry that is an overflowing cup. Cemeteries which fill the world with thousands of American dead are the beautiful monuments to all Americans are for Americans live like no other and they live on like no other people.

That is the only problem in it is those who have no comprehension of America and cower in coffins of fear, they never see the heart swelling beauty in seeing an American Soldier, head bandaged because his skull is gone, his white gloves flattened, because his hands are gone, his pants stuffed with gauze as his legs are gone, but here lies an American Hero, bedecked in Dress Blues, beautiful, now immortal, and forever the pride of the family who buries their flag draped coffin and carefully grooms the grave and decorates it with flowers.
All with that American bookmark of history, Here lies an American Soldier in that white stone.

There is nothing like an American combat Soldier, for this is who Veterans are. They are the epitome of all that is desirable, attractive and proven. They are Teddy Roosevelt, John Wayne and Ronald Reagan all melded into just an American body which nothing common at all.

Heroes one and all, compatriots of the joves of Olympus and needfully honored by the hallowed halls of the Valkyrie.
There is no sting in death for Americans and no defeat in any grave, for Americans are immortal souls growing to eternal children in God.

Veterans Day is more than the 11th day, 11th, month, 11th hour of 1911. Veterans day is eternal as the American Spirit.

With deep appreciation may God bless and keep the American Veterans and their deserving families always. In Jesus Name. Amen

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