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quietthinker
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quietthinker
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I don't see Jesus as a pacifist at all. He was full of proactive action while in his pursuit he didn't condemn (judge) and violence was never on his agenda. Quiet different to the objective of the US Marines.
Well, I think that meme was to indicate that the Marines have our backs as much as possible when it comes to our being in danger.
God/Jesus can handle our spiritual protection, but until that time when we do not need physical protection
is it not good that we have some?
quietthinker
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Is not God capable of giving us physical protection? Do we trust in the arm of men? Did Jesus trust in the arm of men?
BarneyFife
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I was stationed at an Army base called Aberdeen Proving Ground in MD for my technical training in the Air Force. We were what was called a "detachment" and lived in a barracks reserved for just such a thing. We had rooms that slept 3 or 4.
Our neighbors were Jarheads. (Notice the caps. It was a term of endearment to us which they recognized as such. These days I think it's only a slur when a sailor uses it - lol.) They thought they had died and gone to Heaven because the soldiers slept in 50-year-old, run-down, open-bay barracks. They were convinced that if it weren't for us they would have been there, too. Who knows? We did seem to be somewhat privileged.
On payday, they had what was called the "Run For Your Money." It was quite a serious affair that got everyone an hour off from work. Everybody had to run 2 miles in parade formation. Our chief enlisted supervisor said that we only had to run 1 1/2 because that was our basic PT requirement. At first (when I got there the Machinist School at Chanute AFB in IL had just been shut down, so our detachment at Aberdeen was brand new), they put us last in line as kind of a slight, I guess. But when the base CO noticed that some of the guys were falling out after only a mile and a half, he got smart and put us in front, so we'd have to fall out and walk along lots of boos, jeers, and hisses. They were told not to bother the gals, though. I always ran the full 2 miles, anyway.
When the soldiers gave us a hard time around the base the Marines were always quick to come stand between us. We didn't really feel like we needed the help but they insisted. We were quite fond of them.
We would come back to the barracks on the weekends between 2 and 3 AM just like them. The difference was that when we got up to go to the latrine at 5 or 6 AM, they'd be out in the parking lot waxing their cars. They seemed to be superhuman.
I'm basically a pacifist in the micro but a believer in Romans 13:4 in the macro. I had no such convictions at 17 years of age when I enlisted. If I had I suppose I'd have been the aspiring Desmond Doss of my time - lol. That is, if we'd been in a hot war. :)
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In my eyes you are a hero, and I THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE..
I was stationed at an Army base called Aberdeen Proving Ground in MD for my technical training in the Air Force. We were what was called a "detachment" and lived in a barracks reserved for just such a thing. We had rooms that slept 3 or 4.
Our neighbors were Jarheads. (Notice the caps. It was a term of endearment to us which they recognized as such. These days I think it's only a slur when a sailor uses it - lol.) They thought they had died and gone to Heaven because the soldiers slept in 50-year-old, run-down, open-bay barracks. They were convinced that if it weren't for us they would have been there, too. Who knows? We did seem to be somewhat privileged.
On payday, they had what was called the "Run For Your Money." It was quite a serious affair that got everyone an hour off from work. Everybody had to run 2 miles in parade formation. Our chief enlisted supervisor said that we only had to run 1 1/2 because that was our basic PT requirement. At first (when I got there the Machinist School at Chanute AFB in IL had just been shut down, so our detachment at Aberdeen was brand new), they put us last in line as kind of a slight, I guess. But when the base CO noticed that some of the guys were falling out after only a mile and a half, he got smart and put us in front, so we'd have to fall out and walk along lots of boos, jeers, and hisses. They were told not to bother the gals, though. I always ran the full 2 miles, anyway.
When the soldiers gave us a hard time around the base the Marines were always quick to come stand between us. We didn't really feel like we needed the help but they insisted. We were quite fond of them.
We would come back to the barracks on the weekends between 2 and 3 AM just like them. The difference was that when we got up to go to the latrine at 5 or 6 AM, they'd be out in the parking lot waxing their cars. They seemed to be superhuman.
I'm basically a pacifist in the micro but a believer in Romans 13:4 in the macro. I had no such convictions at 17 years of age when I enlisted. If I had I suppose I'd have been the aspiring Desmond Doss of my time - lol. That is, if we'd been in a hot war. :)
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BarneyFife
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Aw, it was nothin', Sis.
I forgot to mention that the Marines called us "Wingnuts" - lol.
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