Something depressed me today. On weekends, I load furniture and freight boxes full of stuff for a second hand store, which is supplied by auctions. As I am walking from the truck, I see a blue sticker on the back of a truck that says "war with iraq?" "No!" there were two on the back of this truck. One was peeling off, and I considered ripping it off. I should have, and glued it to the bastards mirror. Anti-war protests are going on everywhere. Iraq has missiles they shouldn't, N. Korea has missiles that can reach
California, and mister panty-waist peace freak is marching up and down the streets protesting. On the other side of the globe, G.I. Joe is sitting in a tower. This is overlooking a giant minefield, called the demilitarized zone. The one between N. and south korea. He is tired. He is lonely, and he is away from his family. He is clutching his m-16, gazing into the darkness, ready to fight to the death, to protect his country. The country that gives the rights of the panty-waist to march his march. A little further on, G.I. Joe is sitting in a sand foxhole. He is hot, he is tired, and he is scared. Any day now he could be giving march orders. But he is ready, and his .50 cal is loaded. He might could wake up dead, so that the panty waist peace boy can sleep safe at night. In the phillipines, soldiers are getting ready for war. Uncle Sam has rolled up his sleeves. He has found more terrorists, and he is fighting onwards. G.I. Joe is dropping out of a C-130 as we speak, rocketing towards the ground. They will fear to knock down another tower. Yet the protester doesn’t want G. I. Joe around. And he doesn’t look up to Uncle Sam. The Eagle, and The Flag don’t mean much to him either you know. He would rather see buildings burned, and innocents killed. But G.I. Joe shoulders a rifle for him. He shoulders a rifle for his family, for his negihbors,and for his Country which granted the panty-waist his rights.
I know this sounds like a rambling. But I wanted to state my thanks for this Countries Hero. I hope to God I have the guts to rip those stickers down next time.
G. I. Joe!!!