Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible.
A Soldier is a Soldier all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. Soldiers are found everywhere; in love…in battle… in lust… in trouble…in debt…in bars…in church…and most especially, behind one another. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a photo of home.
A Soldier is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the PROTECTOR OF AMERICA and the DEFENDER OF FREEDOM. When he wants something, it’s usually 30 days leave, music that hurts the ears, a five dollar bill or, a woman he can count on.
Girls love them, mothers tolerate them, fathers brag about them, the government pays them, the police watch out for them, and yet, somehow they all work together. You can beat their bodies but not their minds.
You can tame their hearts but not their souls. He likes girls, females, women, ladies, and the opposite sex. He dislikes small checks, working weekends, answering letters, missing chow, waking up, maintaining a uniform, and the day before payday.
You may as well give in. He is your long distance lover…he is your steel eyed, warm smiling, blank minded, hyperactive, over reacting, curious, passive, talented, spontaneous, physically fit, good for nothing bundle of worry…..
And he will always be there for you, regardless of how long its been since you’ve last talked.
I saw this years ago, tweaked it a little, and decided to share it.
Daffy’s Duck Blind 