Life Lesson #25

Stop acting like everything is fine if it isn’t.
It’s okay to fall apart for a little while.
You don’t always have to pretend to be strong, and there is no need to constantly prove that everything is going well.
You shouldn’t be concerned with what other people are thinking either – cry if you need to – it’s healthy to shed your tears.
The sooner you do, the sooner you will be able to smile again.

Busting an Ambush

We came across a small curving stream at a point where the water ran into a heavily jungled ravine. It was the perfect spot for an ambush – only the enemy had gotten there first.

The stream was about seven feet wide and our point man crossed it by leaping to a rock in the middle then to the far bank. As his feet hit the far side, he froze, his eyes searching the thick undergrowth.

Seeing this, our Staff Sergeant, who was the second man in the column, signaled the rest of us to halt and to watch our flanks. Then crossing the stream himself, he located the trip-wire that ran along the bank.

The rest of the squad began descending into the ravine, quickly but cautiously. No sooner had they set up to begin crossing, than one of the Marines spotted an enemy soldier kneeling behind a bush near the upper edge of the ravine.

The man was facing away from our position, unaware that we were behind him. It didn’t stop the unnerved new guy from dumping an entire magazine into the unsuspecting man.

In turn, at least six enemy-fighters hidden further up the draw fired on the FNG. The Marine was hit in the legs and the side, falling instantly.

Rushing to his side, I dragged him back to the cover of several large rocks where I immediately went to work on his wounds. The raking tore up both legs, while the wound to his side was a simple laceration.

The other members of the squad hit the ground, but failed to lay down suppression fire. The Staff Sergeant took a round to the head, having been zeroed in on by a sniper.

I sprinted to where he lay, only to confirm what I already knew – he was beyond medical aid.

As this occurred, the squad suffered another casualty — the M-79 gunner who’d been hit in the head, but not killed. The other ‘Thumper’ operator was pinned down in the open and could not fire effectively.

This was the reason I had taken the Hospital Corpsman’s oath. Gulping a deep breath, I jumped up and raced to the gunner, jus’ as a couple of Gyrene’s brought their M-240 machine gun into action, firing it from behind a small mound of earth.

As the weapon opened up, we came under even more intense fire from grenade launchers and AK-47’s.

Grabbing the gunner’s webbing I began tugging him towards a fallen tree. Seeing my struggle, the Marine, who had been pinned down jus’ seconds before joined me and together we got the unconscious man to cover.

Across from us, another Grunt, having spotting a pair of communist machine guns in the processes of being set up, leveled his rifle and squeezed the trigger. It was at that moment he discovered he had forgotten to change magazines in the heat of first contact.

Thinking fast, he pulled a hand grenade from his webbing, popped the spoon, and giving it a two-count, lobbed it underhanded, as he grabbed dirt. The oblong piece of metal arched up, and exploded a foot or so over the men.

Both communist’s should have died, but one tried to crawl away. Seeing this, the Jarhead exploded from concealment and pounced on the man with his K-Bar.

Then like that – it was over. The enemy seemingly melted into the jungle leaving us to collect our dead Staff Sergeant and two wounded Leatherneck’s while finding 41 dead enemies and to search for any usable intelligence.

Anchor Baby

ABC News’ Tom Llamas tried lecturing Donald Trump.

“Are you aware that the term ‘anchor baby’ — that’s an offensive term?”

“You mean it’s not politically correct and yet everybody uses it? So you know what? Give me a different term — give me a different term on what you would like to say.”

“How about an ‘American-born child of undocumented immigrants?’”

“So you want me to say that — okay. I’ll use the word ‘anchor baby.’ Excuse me — I’ll use the word ‘anchor baby.’”

These same reporters won’t use the term “baby” to describe who Planned Parenthood is murdering.

Practicing Murder for Profit

The Center for Medical Progress released its seventh Planned Parenthood video. The acts described in it are hard for anyone to defend and politicians or lobbyists who say they don’t happen are lying.

Presidential candidate Hillary Clinton said she’s proud to stand with Planned Parenthood and will “never stop fighting to protect the ability and right of every woman in this country to make her own health decisions.” Clinton also said the videos were “disturbing, while adding the organization does “a lot of really good work for women.”

Unfortunately, that ‘good work’ includes infanticide for profit.

The Black American Refugee?

A recent article at the WaPo says Black Americans are actually “refugees.”

“To make an asylum case for black persecution, I wouldn’t have to reach back to 400 years of slavery, lynching, segregation and Jim Crow. I would focus, instead, on the current prolific system of racist policing, mass incarceration and selective prosecution,” writes immigration defense lawyer Raha Jorjani.

This is yet another example of “victimization” by Progressives. Thankfully, Black Americans can be anything and live anywhere they want, they can go to college or start a business, rise to the rank of military General and even become President.

For now.

The Iranian Self-inspection Delusion

The U.N.’s International Atomic Energy Agency (IAEA), is going to let Iran self-inspect several of its most sensitive nuclear installations, and the Obama White House says its fine with that. Iran is to provide the IAEA with photos and videos of locations linked to weapons work, “taking into account military concerns.”

That wording suggests the agency won’t get photo or video information from areas Iran says are off-limits because they have military significance. Meanwhile, the White House is downplaying the report, saying it has “every confidence” in the IAEA and its approach to Iran.

What could go wrong?

A Fire on Nightingale Way

It was around 11:30 at night as I stepped out into our backyard to let our eldest dog relieve herself, when I heard a dog barking wildly. Barking dog’s in our neighborhood is nothing unusual, so I ignored it and went back inside with my pet.

Later, I could see the flashing red light dancing off my window’s blinds, alerting me that something was happening up the street. Fire trucks, ambulances and law enforcement vehicles are nothing new to this neighborhood, so I ignored it, rolled over and fell asleep.

In the morning air, there was an odor that can best be described as smoke from a trash barrel. Again, I ignored as nothing to be alarmed about.

Then as I left the house, I saw a bunch of activity three houses up the block. Official vehicles parked on either side of the street, men moving about and the homeowners standing in their drive.

It was then that I realized my neighbor’s had lost their home in a blaze. Happily, the family of three and their four dogs escaped harm.

Ashamedly, I brushed-off three opportunities to be a good neighbor, offering care and comfort. The verb ‘ignore’ is the root word of the noun ‘ignorance,’ to which there is no excuse for either.

Saying No to ‘Pro-life’

West Career and Technical Academy junior Angelique Clark of Las Vegas, Nevada, says the school’s banned her pro-life club ‘Students for Life,” while allowing a Gay-Straight Alliance club. So she’s suing the school for violating her right to free speech.

When Clark asked to start the club in December of 2014, school officials dragged their feet. When she finally got her meeting, the vice-principal told her she couldn’t have the club because it was too “controversial” and that others were “more qualified” than her to speak on the subject.

No word from the ‘preborn’ babies, so far.

The Instructions

“Roger,” the deputy answered, “Both the coroner and a recovery team.”

He looked down at the body, having seen this before. The lifeless form of a human being, a man in this case, still clothed, blackened, shriveled and desiccated – another case of death by thirst.

He joined the rancher, who had found the man, in the search for the missing note that the rancher claimed had been left under the old whiskey bottle that lay empty next to the body hand of the dead man.

“Well, it could have blown clear to old Mexico by now,” the rancher stated as he gave up his search.

“Any idea what it read?” the deputy questioned.

“Jus’ instructions on how to prime the pump and a warning not to drink the water in the bottle,” came the ranchers answer.

The two men walked back to where the dead man fell, now mummified by the desert heat and dry wind. The rancher sighed heavily, “Guess he didn’t follow the instructions.”

The deputy shook his head from side-to-side, “Probably didn’t know how to read a word of English, either.”

“That too,” the rancher agreed.