Wouldn't you like to know what Jesus, a kangaroo and a paratrooper have in common?
This is just one story about one once lost paratrooper.
I was lost after witnessing first hand the Pentagon after the terrorist ran a plane into it.
I was lost after returning home three times from a unknown lands experiencing things no person should.
I was lost on home soil trying to find answers to some of life's biggest questions.
My Faith in Christ, the help of G*d and the love of family have been instrumental in helping this once lost paratrooper find his way
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Just one thing before I get started. I am so sorry for some of my verbiage. Sometimes, not most, if feels like that's the only word that's gonna fit. I believe Christ died and came back to the living; faithfully hoping He intercedes for my life inside the Pearly narrow Gate. If not, then, what's this all about? I have to believe that even my evil words will be spared Hades' evil mouth. I just hope that Mr. St. Micheal has my flying Airborne Wings in hand.
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If fearing death wasn’t enough. This book has taken so much. Time and money that's not even mine to keep. Hoping I don't fail again to get her into print. Fearing nothing happens; can keep a man awake. This time I might stay up to hum a Hymn all night. Before the Guy upstairs thinks I have an issue with Him. When all I'm trying to do is listen to His Only Son.
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I fell asleep at the wheel more than once in adolescence, saw myself dying lying in the dirt. My friend put a Nine to my empty head, he was only a child most nights. He died much later by a homie’s 12 gauge sawed off shotgun. Wish my best homeboy wasn't doing life in the pen. The alcohol ingested didn’t even sway our nasty sins. This was just Ros-hell, not even the service.
Mortars always flew by and the roadside bombs always just messed. Why would He save me from all of it? Does He want me to write? But who listens to the broken?
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I have a brother; Joey lost three pieces in Iraq. Somewhere on a back road by a river in Al Kut. You wouldn't know it by the way Joey fights the Jujitsu. A decade later, he is much stronger than most. To compartmentalize Joe informed me.
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I know the Doc that saved Joey. Doc is a guardian angel to so many. His endless laughter held us together on that lonely Afgany Mountain. Doc is my buddy, he offered to heal my old broken knee without even an offering.
Falling asleep at the wheel is scary as hell. Doing it more than once, while fighting in a war, is just plain being a "dumb fuck". Ever play Duck Hunt? That’s what it’s like; just waiting for a bomb to blow up the truck. Twelve, twenty-four-hours- later, waiting for a dam bridge to grow some damn legs.
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Wonder if my sparing was to be here now. Would Andrew be proud of me still? Andy showed me a hundred times how to step when jogging, wish it would have clicked the summer of O 2. Andy ran and ran, like a deer in flight. His feet never touched the ground, as he constantly sped off up the fuckin’ hill. G*d bless his soul, my friend Andy always made sure I tagged a long. Airborne culture demanded endurance jogging.
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No American Sniper, not even Mr. Williams here, never even really fired my rifle. Does it count firing at a cowering Jihadist? No Sniper, but MP’s live outside the wire. Ask the mighty mighty Engineers who helped us patrol the streets they cleared up. Jordan is a small strong fellow, he could spot a dirty extremist's bomb in the rubble. Again, no American Sniper but we all know what Shit Pond tastes like.
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Homemade bombs from a tin Folgers can, I promise, is no way to be woken up. Chuck tries to stay awake, but, fuck, I don’t blame him for sneaking a short nap. I just hope I won’t wake him. Hitting a clock hard wired to a device would surely ruin his gay day dream
Micky's gonna make me eat this dirt; he keeps telling me to push up this earth. How do you push when your arms feel like mush? Micky just watching, screaming "you fat fuck, you can't run". Marlboro man yells "go faster maggots", as he puffs on another one. Who would have known Airborne Cowboy man would help me become a man. The mountain, they said, we have to take it. It's full of unknowns, not even a mountain; but a barren desert out in the open.
This book isn’t about me, as much as it ain’t about you. This is for the young who died those blistering summers. The boys and girls who left and never came home. Just really hoping their lives were not for holy oil reserves.
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This for the bullies who hurt us weak; the bullies who didn’t understand the heartache inflicted. This is for the weak who thought to take their own lives instead of shooting back with hate from the AK. And I forgive the ones that felt like they had no other choice.I’m sorry to us weak ones. Sorry I didn't help you. You should have Airborne jumped with me. I should have tried to help unsolicited advice. I was just really scared the bullies would turn on me swift.
Invading a soil, in an un-welcomed trip. Three times and didn't learn much. I hope the one's perished had solace in a outrageous Gift. The Promise in Him, the only Begotten. Jesus who died on the cross for you and all of us. He showed the apostles His punctured feet, how else would a person believe Christ came back to the flesh?
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