This question has been asked probably more times than any other question in the entire history of mankind. And yet no one can give a definite answer to it. Not to any scientific satisfaction anyways. However, let me try to share with you some ideas that could provide some answers.
You see, I am not a theologian, or a scholar, or any other type of highly educated person on any subject, just someone that has lived a life that has crossed almost every imaginable line between life and death. And that has given me a very different perspective on the subject of God.
I was raised to be very religious, have strong faith in God and his messengers, and his message. Including Jesus Christ his son. However, I started questioning God, religion and the message when I was 11 years old. Mind, you I was not a normal kid, I didn’t have normal friendships. My friends were all adults, they were College Professors, Doctors, Theologians, Professionals, even a Catholic Bishop and a Cardinal were among them. I was constantly getting in trouble in school for doing book reports on books like War and Peace, The Art of War, what they forgot to teach You at Harvard Business School. I even did one on the Holy Bible. You see, I didn’t like the books my peers read, they were silly to me, I couldn’t stand to read them.
I was doing things far ahead of most of my peers, and some of my teachers saw it, but most didn’t. But it was in the summer of my 11th year that things changed for me. You see, I had heard stories of people who had near death experiences, how they saw themselves, loved ones, a light, a tunnel, all kinds of experiences. But, that summer, I had my second brush with death, the first one I could remember, and I saw nothing, experienced nothing. And I questioned why? Why did all these people have these experiences and I didn’t? I was dead for over 45 minutes, they had declared me as such, and started filling out the paperwork, but I came back, and nothing had happened. No Angels, no Grandparents, no Family, nothing.
That’s what started me questioning the Existence of God.
Now, 40 some years later I think I have an answer to that question, at least one that applies to me. It may to you as well.
You see, in my life I can sit back now and look over my life and see all of the mistakes I’ve made, bad choices, wrong decisions, etc. but that’s what everyone does, they see all the bad, and overlook the lessons. You see, I would not be the man I am today were it not for everyone of those bad choices, decisions, or mistakes. They’ve taught me invaluable lessons in life, and that in turn helps me help others with their lives. That includes the several times I’ve crossed the line of life and death.
You see, I have asked is there a God so many times myself. Every time I saw someone suffering at the hands of another, or there was a horrific accident, or natural disaster. I would ask what kind of God would allow suffering like this. Why would a caring, understanding, compassionate God allow people to suffer Depression, Anxiety, or go through things that would give them PTSD? Yes, I have all of that. As do many people I know.
It has taken me many years to understand the purpose of suffering. The purpose of Struggle, Strife, Surviving. Why others are rewarded for hurting others, and others can never get ahead no matter what they do. You see, God does indeed exist, but not in the way you may think. God is that part of Humanity that we need to get up in the morning, to keep going when things get hard. God is all that is good and decent in each and every one of us. Just as the Devil is all that is bad and evil in all of us. That is the war that we must all face each and every day. The battle of good and evil. That is the battle that most of us never understand, and will never win, because it is never ending, and that’s why we need religion. We need others that are struggling with the same battles.
You see, I believe in God, I believe that he or she, is very real, but it is the common perception that I think is wrong. God is not a supreme being, that’s out there watching over us, controlling our destinies. I believe that God is a part of each and every living thing in the entire Universe, that includes you and I. But, where there is Good, there must be the opposite, and the opposite of Good is always Evil, and to maintain the balance, we all also have Evil within us, therefor we have both God and the Devil in all of us. And we must fight that battle everyday between them. It is like the old Indian saying about the Two Wolves that live inside each Man, one is good, and one is evil, the one that wins is the one you feed the most. So, it is with all of us.
I cannot tell you that there is a Heaven or a Hell, but I can tell you that there is more to life than what we see in front of us. I know that God is real, I know that Satan is real, I know that the Universe demands balance. Therefore, I do believe that there is more to life than just this single plane of existence.
Earlier I mentioned the need for religion, well, I’ll talk about that another day…
Author By: Jon "Bear" Risley
In May 1918, a new order in the Army was created its charge to reach the heavens and soar with the eagle. Upon wooden frames and cloth wings, they began their ascent into the uncharted heights of the heavens where once only angels flew. Then named the U.S. Army Air Service lasted near 8 years before being redesignated to the Army Air Corps these men flew against the infamous Red Baron in the first world war.
Then on December 7, 1941, after the dust settled on the beaches of pearl harbor, leaving the pacific fleet severely crippled thrusting us into the second world war that had been ravaging Europe. The Army Air Corps once again was used in an indispensable role as they flew in enemy-controlled lands dropping both bombs and troops in the newly established airborne divisions. Theis flying fortresses flew slow and low and made them easy targets for enemy pilots in the nazi lufwafa this lead to the high recognition of the Tuskegee airman or red tails after traditional white piolets looking for the kill and following their dogfighting combat training would leave the escort of the B-52s the colored piolets of the red tails did all they could to make sure every B-52 returned and in doing so never lost a bomber.
In 1947 after the use of the bombs named fat man and little boy, the first and last use of nuclear ordnance on a foreign country President Truman signed in to creation the modern-day Air Force. The Air Force quickly started pushing the bounds of technology in avionics and soon set its sights higher than just the heavens they were bound too. Though turned into a civilian ran organization named National Aeronautics and Space Administration where they rose to the challenge and beat the soviet union in the race to the moon sending the first humans to first space merely orbiting the earth and then landing in the Atlantic.
Author by: tyrell moody
To fulfill President Lincoln’s promise— “To care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow, and his orphan”—by serving and honoring the men and women who are America’s Veterans. This is the Department of Veteran Affairs' mission statement. Unfortunately, they are failing to keep those promises to many of our brothers and sisters. For them to receive benefits, often seems a daunting task with no end, when they return from combat, and many are unable to acclimate into civilian life and are tossed to the wayside due to politics and bureaucracy, they have too few employees, and too many veterans with too many things to do to fulfill required documentation that we lose too many to the wayside.
We hear about all sorts of people living in tents, but we do nothing to find a solution for the problem of homelessness; we bitch that they clutter up our streets, that they should be working, yet if they request a chance to work, the tortured souls who have lost all-purpose to be human and revert to their animal nature are unceremoniously dismissed then ridiculed and mocked behind their backs as they leave broken even more.
Would it surprise people that at least 38000 of the over 550,000 people that are known to be homeless are our veterans that have been forgotten by a nation that owes them so much? It did me when I first learned about it, these are our brothers and sisters who were discharged, and removed the physical uniform but need our help to take the mental uniform off. The military teaches us very well how to put it on but when the time comes to go home for good and take it off the same training is not available, and not all of us are fully able too, this leads to a loss of self and purpose. This led to a stream of job losses and failed relationships ending with nowhere but the streets to end up.
As they go on day by day and the hunger starts to grow, the animal takes over with only one goal, the once-proud veteran turns to eat out of the garbage and even being filled with shame asking for monetary help to often only be spit on and called names if not being ignored in general. Most people don’t care if they can’t see immediately how it impacts themselves. Though we recorded that less and less veterans are being recorded as homeless each year this is not so much the good news you may think. Though there is a slight success from HUD and VA programs to assist veterans, most still slip through the cracks and though the government attempts to place a number on the homeless in this country. They are typically off by as much as 600,000 people that don’t check-in at the places that take the information which would mean the veterans that are living on the streets with no hope left is nearly double as well. With this information, please find a way to help and be a part of the solution, not just another part of the problem.
22 a day is the national average for Veteran suicides. That’s 22 heroes of this country that take their own life. They lose the fight with their inner demons, and as a nation, we could care less about the loss of the men and women who have sacrificed so that others may be at peace. They lose the will to keep fighting because they have no purpose and feel week and trapped in constant darkness that always feels stronger and makes them relive their worst memories. They become isolated and unbound to anything, thinking themselves a burden and seek a release from the pain and suffering they continuously go through. There are organizations to help these men and women, and they do help temporarily, but they treat the symptoms not the core cause, so they are never truly successful in lowering the number of 22 a day.
The first thing we must learn is mental disorders can be overcome and fixed, but you must be willing to struggle alongside those who are suffering from the ailments. This entails long strenuous hours of being always available for them when things go hinky, and at the beginning holding their hand until they are ready to begin starting the real work, some may never get there, however, most will. I am not saying we can save them all, I will never admit that defeat because they deserve no less from us. Rather than to say that you can't save them all is a coward’s voice, and that of a quitter. I for one refuse to be a quitter when it comes to helping those that are so desperate in need of their brothers and sisters, if I am the only one that will rise to the challenge then so be it, but I know I won't be.
The poet John Donne in 1624 said: “No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;” (No Man is an Island John Donne). The sooner we remember that we cannot become our best selves without each other, that we will continually fail if we don’t stop seeing each other as anything more than objects, and stop to help each other, the sooner we can stop repeating history and stop making our fathers and mothers mistakes.
author by: tyrell moody
Before I fully get into this article I must apologize as the Army and Marines have a unique bond and with the bonds of that brotherhood comes a rivalry we poke fun at each other and talk shit about each other, but in the end we are brothers and any thoughts or notions to the contrary is not intended. This being said I am an Army infantry Vet. and as such may imply or say something without thought please remember we are family because I say something about my siblings in the Corps does not give those who have not served the right to join in it is a family messing around with each other, but we do not let others tear down our brother’s and sister’s.
Born in Tun Tavern on November 10th, 1775 only a month after the Navy was voted into creation. They were to be infantry that fought on sea and land; these men were primarily tasked with fending off boarding parties when naval combat was done by wooden ships. This job description changed and evolved over the years as combat in all fields has. This was to include their job description to be from protecting the sailors from becoming an expeditionary force as well as an amphibious assault. The Marine Corps was essential in the campaign of the barbary coast and dealing with pirate’s and slavers though they are under the branch of the Navy they are their own entity and have conducted some of the best, and the hardest campaign’s all well living by their motto “ Semper Fidelis” the Latin phrase meaning “Always Faithful”. Well, the Army was making history with the most massive Amphibious assault ever undertaken on the other side of the planet the Marines where leading the hardest fought campaign where every inch was paid for in their blood to take island after island in the Pacific as they fought the Japanese back to their island and to a surrender.
The Corps has been instrumental in many distinguished moments of shaping our country, and ill admit it they have both the ugliest PT uniforms and the best Dress uniforms. The marines live by the Rifleman’s Creed.
This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will. My rifle and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst or the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit.
My rifle is human, even as I am human. Because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its sights, and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other.
Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and I are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it. Until Victory is America’s and there is no enemy.
Through the generations there have been a few distinguished and well know marines to the rest of the world but the two most common are General Mattis and Gunnery Sargent R. Lee Ermey most of the time though they are easy to spot from their dress and the way they present themselves Marines are not widely notable in the public domain they work together as a team and a cohesive unit there are no major glory seeker’s or famous names other than the ones who find public office or become a star and bring untold knowledge to the eyes of millions to help their brothers.
author by: tyRell moody
“This we’ll defend” such a simple phrase, but this motto has continued to push the Soldiers of the United States to push harder and longer against overwhelming odds. Since the creation of the Army by the Second Continental Congress on 14 June 1775 those proud enough to call themselves Soldiers have evolved continuously to face all enemies on the land no matter where the battle they have faced it learned and adapted to be a force with an unbreakable will to win. The Army has been a force that has turned the tide of battle in many wars from the Revolutionary War to the European theater of World War Two. This force was the sword and shield for liberty that all had claimed from the tyranny of the crown forged in fires of valley forge. Shaped over and over again in wars spanning 244 years. Their might and prowess hardened in the beach they tore from evils claws in 1944.
The army has been lead and; put out some of the greatest generals of all time with people like George Washington, Douglas MacArthur, Omar Bradley, and George Patton. Though it has also had its not so stellar leaders such as Custard and his last stand. A legacy expanding generations through families, races, and genders once you’ve taken an oath of enlistment and giving all you have entered into a unique family one that does not see anyone as different than another they are all equal all willing to do all they could for the other. The soldier's creed is how the American soldier lives up to their motto.
The most significant part of the army is the infantry the queen of battle. This is also what most civilians this everyone in the army is most don’t realize the intricacies of the Army and the different jobs each solder can do and how much everything is dependent upon the diverse MOS (Military Occupation Specialty/ies). Though Grunts (Infantrymen) are very anti POG (Person other than Grunt/ derogatory name given to any personal other than a infantry). This family rivalry is very entertaining to those who understand the dynamic and loses those that don’t.
The seven significant facilities of the Army include the infantry the filled artillery air Defense artillery armor aviation Corps of Engineers special forces. The infantry is the driving force behind major prolonged land offensives. They are trained to service in non friendly environments and against overwhelming odds to defend each other. The field artillery the king of battle is placed well behind friendly lines to bombard enemy encampments and lines.
The Infantryman's creed “ I am the Infantry. I am my country’s strength in war. Her deterrent in peace. I am the heart of the fight … wherever, whenever. I carry America’s faith and honor against her enemies. I am the Queen of Battle. I am what my country expects me to be… the best-trained soldier in the world. In the race for victory, I am swift, determined, and courageous, armed with a fierce will to win. Never will I betray my country’s trust. Always I fight on…… through the foe, to the objective, to triumph over all, If necessary, I will fight to my death. By my steadfast courage, I have won more than 200 years of freedom. I yield not to weakness, to hunger, to cowardice, to fatigue, to superior odds, for I am mentally tough, physically strong, and morally straight. I forsake not….. my country, my mission, my comrades, my sacred duty. I am relentless. I am always there, now and forever. I AM THE INFANTRY! FOLLOW ME!
The creed of artillery soldier.
I am the Artillery, King of Battle! For two centuries, I have kept our Nation safe, Purchasing freedom with my blood. To tyrants, I am the day of reckoning; to the suppressed, the hope for the future. Where the fighting is thick, there am I…
I am the Artillery! DEPEND ON ME!
I was there from the beginning, meeting the enemy face to face, the will to will. My bleeding feet stained the snow at Valley Forge; my frozen hands pulled Washington across the Delaware. At Yorktown, the sunlight glinted from the sword and I, begrimed… saw a Nation born. Hardship… and glory I have known. At New Orleans, I fought beyond the hostile hour, showed the fury of my long rifle… and came of age. I am the Artillery! DEPEND ON ME!
Westward I pushed with wagon trains… moved an empire across the plains… extended freedom’s borders and tamed the wild frontier. I am the Artillery! DEPEND ON ME!
I was with Scott at Vera Cruz… hunted the guerrilla in the mountain passes… and scaled the high plateau. The fighting was done when I ended my march many miles from the old Alamo.
From Bull Run to Appomattox, I fought and bled. Both Blue and Gray were my colors then. Two masters I served and united them strong… proved that this nation could right a wrong… and long endure. I am the Artillery! DEPEND ON ME!
I led the charge up San Juan Hill… scaled the walls of old Tientsin… and stalked the Moro in the steaming jungle still… always the vanguard, I am the Artillery!
At Chateau Thierry, first over the top, then I stood like a rock on the Marne. It was I who cracked the Hindenburg Line… in the Argonne, I broke the Kaiser’s spine… and didn’t come back ’till it was “over, over there.” I am the Artillery! DEPEND ON ME!
A generation older at Bataan, I briefly bowed, but then I vowed to return. I assaulted the African shore… learned my lesson the hard way in the desert sands… pressed my buttons into the beach at Anzio… and bounced into Rome with determination and resolve. I am the Artillery! DEPEND ON ME!
The English channel, stout beach defenses and the hedgerows could not hold me…
I broke out at St. Lo, unbent the Bulge… vaulted the Rhine… and swarmed the Heartland. Hitler’s dream and the Third Reich were dead.
In the Pacific, from island to island I hopped… hit the beaches and chopped through swamp and jungle… I set the Rising Sun. I am the Artillery! DEPEND ON ME!
In Korea, I gathered my strength around Pusan… swept across the frozen Han… outflanked the Reds at Inchon… and marched to the Yalu. Withdrew in the face of Chinese hoards in winter’s deep freeze and stabilized the line at the 38th guaranteeing freedom’s ring to South Korea. DEPEND ON ME!
In Vietnam, while others turned aside, I fought the longest fight, from the Central Highlands to the South China Sea I patrolled the jungle, the paddies and the sky in the bitter test that belongs to the Artillery. DEPEND ON ME!
Around the world, I stand… ever forward. Over Lebanon’s sands, my guns steady aimed… and calm returned. At Berlin’s gates, I scorned the Wall of Shame. I spanned the Caribbean in freedom’s cause, answered humanity’s call. I trod the streets of Santo Domingo to protect the innocent. In Grenada, I jumped at Salinas, and proclaimed freedom for all. My arms set a Panamanian dictator to flight and once more raised democracy’s flag, In the Persian Gulf, I drew the line in the desert, called the tyrant’s bluff and restored right and freedom in 100 hours. Duty called, I answered. I am the Artillery! DEPEND ON ME!
My artillery pieces… on the wings of power… keep the peace worldwide. And despots, falsely garbed in freedom’s mantle, falter…and hide. My ally in the paddies and the forest…
I teach, I aid, I lead. DEPEND ON ME!
Where brave men fight… there fight I. In freedom’s cause… I live, I die. From Concord Bridge to Heartbreak Ridge, from the Arctic to the Mekong Delta of Vietnam, to the Caribbean… and onward to the Persian Gulf… the King of Battle! DEPEND ON ME!
author by: tyrell moody
When we join the brotherhood/ sisterhood that is the military and learn the words and for the most part learn to live and all to often die by the Values of each chosen branch. The Army values are found in the middle of the Soldiers Creed. The Soldier's Creed “I am an American soldier. I am a warrior and a member of the team. I serve the people of the United States of America, and live the Army values. I will always place the mission first. I will never accept defeat. I will never quit. I will never leave a fallen comrade. I am disciplined, physically and mentally tough, trained and proficient in my warrior task and drills. I always maintain my arms, my equipment and myself. I am an expert and I am a professional I stand ready to deploy, engage, and destroy, the enemies of the United States of America in close combat. I am the guardian of freedom and the American way of life. I am an American soldier.”
These words we learn quickly in basic training in the Army it was right there with our service number, or our general orders. These were necessary to the go to the bathroom or pretty much anything to to demonstrate to the drill sergeants that we were learning and we knew what we needed to know even if it was just the basics. Use the Army because that’s what I know I I was Army infantry 11C. this was an interesting experience for me when I joined at 17. But when we all join up there is someone of a higher rank gently guide sometimes with the to the ass to where we’re supposed to be what were supposed be doing if we need help we could always call on the Cpl. or the Sgt. or whoever was higher rank there was always some that should some type of answer and there was a way of getting clearly and direct if you squad leader didn’t know you went to your platoon sergeant and he worked up the chain of command to the found the answer you need for you went to whoever you squad leader or Sgt. sent you to. When we get out we get in the well done a pat on the back piece of paper that says that we are no longer in the military and left on our own we are sent from a very strict and structured world to a chaotic and disorganized and for a lot of servicemembers that I met and talked with illogical filled with morons and that’s putting it nicely in the service we were given what we needed we are checked on as there was any hints of something being off there was at least 15 people that were right there with you the notice. But after we are out were left on our own we can’t tell to most of our loved ones about what we’ve seen there was we’ve done because how do you make someone understand what you can understand how do you ask them to hold the baggage and the scars from the wounds of we suffer not the physical ones but the mental ones how do we explain to civilians the bonds of the brotherhood and I use that not gender specific but how do we explain those bonds these are bonds they if you do not experience him yourself even the most intuitive person in your life will never be to understand they are as close as your spouse late not not sexually attracted to or emotionally attached likes your spouse they are your brother there your sister you would die for and give them shelter if you had if they called you today even after 50 years of not speaking because of some Bar tramp from your time in country had created some type fight between you and you swore you never talk to you in and told you they were dying of cancer today and they only had a week to live you would make damn sure to find a way to go see them one last time no matter the feelings. I ask you this though to think on we hear about 22 veterans a day dying taking their life was the battle buddies wears their any of their unit wears any of their brothers or sisters reaching out for them offering a warm meal or a fucking cup of coffee something to show them they are not alone.
We claim that the VA is always a problem we don’t seek to find solutions to what claim the there are all these different organizations that help exclusively veterans and we think that our call of duty for brothers and sisters is done there we think that we receive our DD 214 and say our services done VA is overwhelmed and it is a government agency we worked for the government we know how fucked up the government can be and we are no longer a priority until election and then its only words we have yet to truly see change or relief for the homeless vets or the PTSD sufferers or the other issues yet they let too many slip through the cracks and they are left to face the chaos on their own with no ideas on where to ask for help that will make them not be less than what they were in the Service. We must reach out to groups like the DAV and help veterans no matter what generation they may be a no matter whether you think they truly served are not if you think they didn’t serve but this and third time they sign the contract they are still your brother and sister it’s time for us to be our brother’s keeper and stop relying on others to duty.
By just a wolf grunt
author by: tyrell moody
Those men and women who have taken the oath and swore their duty to being an American sailor have taken upon themselves a long and colorful history; one filled with honor and glory. The Idea that the Congressional Army and Minuet Men would be able to fully secure freedom and they needed to defeat the British warships before that got close to land. Stated with only whatever merchant ships they could come up with and outfit with cannons like most of the rest of the revolutionary troops incredibly ill-equipped; the Congressional Navy helped to fend off the British with aid from the French. They were disbanded after the revolution war only to be reinstated in 1794 under President Washington who signed the Naval Act of 1794 in response to US merchant ships off the Barbary coast this navy was made up of six frigates. Sent to deal with the pirates who were attacking from the North African Muslim States though the sailors where ill-prepared when first formed to take-on boarding parties during the revolution they had a new weapon the was developed during that war this weapon was the United States Marine these were seasoned soldiers and mercenaries that where most adept with hand to hand combat that sailed with the sailors and where an idea that the British themselves came up with after fighting pirates and enemy vessels. The United States Navy stayed small till the war of 1812 when Britain tried to retake the country that had revolted against their rule and started a cascading effect that ultimately leads to the fall of the English empire and them being seen as the world’s strongest military.
The original duty of the Navy was to levy attacks against slavers and to hunt and exterminate pirates. By the civil war, the birth of a new warship was being used the ironclad ships had started to replace the old frigates, of course, they where the frigates with iron plating on the halls to help defend against cannon fire. The end of the 1800s the meager numbers of sailors were just 6000 and the ships they had where outdated. In 1882 Congress had passed bills to modernize and expand the Navy taking its size from the twelfth largest to the fifth becoming bigger than even the Royal British Navy. This time when war raged the United States Navy Answered with a power most astounding, they became known during WWI as the world strongest Navy. This was the case when Japanese aircraft decided to sucker punch the pacific fleet entirely dragging the States into World War Two and with the bulk of battleships destroyed the United States Navy with their wayward children fought the Imperial Japanese back to surrender with new undervalued Aircraft carriers. They have been tried and tested forged in fires lit to the honor and traditions of the “Old Navy” that fought outnumbered and out equipped a far superior force. It was this fact that lead to the creation of the Sailors Creed.
I am a United States Sailor. I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States of America, and I will obey the orders of those appointed over me. I represent the fighting spirit of the Navy and those who have gone before me to defend freedom and democracy around the world. I proudly serve my country’s Navy combat team with Honor, Courage, and commitment. I am committed excellence and the fair treatment of all. The word commitment is often thrown around, but the best definition I have ever heard for commitment is the choice to release there is no other option but to see the path through.
author by: tyrell moody