Sup duders, right now I should probably get to the usual bitchin epic rants, but not today, today, I have an even better idea, well, if you haven`t been living under a rock for a while, you would know that labor day is coming up in a few days, this monday I think, so, I figured I would dedicate one blog to all the soldiers that risked their lives and also have been killed to make this country what it is, now I remember once I actually started bitchin about america, just slightly, actually, it was only about the south, but now I just realized that the world isn`t perfect, just like most of us human beings, we try hard, and we make mistakes. But anyways, like I said, this blogs gonna be me being all thankful and shit, but I feel that there should be more than just being grateful, these people died for our country, and I feel that I...no, WE, owe them a`lot more, but as far as I see it, the best thing for us duders to do ( that sounded funny, duders to do, lol, say that like three times fast :P ), and that would be to show our appreciation somehow, in this case, i`m showing it by blogging it on the internet, which actually, can be a bad idea in some cases, but that`s not my fault if some dude just says something stupid. So, without further ado, here is my blog dedicated to Labor day... have you ever heard of the story, " The Army Son"? Well, here it is, taken straight out of the website jokesnjokes.com, no seriously I found it there, and after coming across this sad story, this is what made me feel that I should appreciate what I have more, and appreciate what the army has done for us, so without further ado, taken straight out of the website I found it in, may I proudly present, the Army Son.
The Army SonThe Army Son
By: Author Unknown
The Creightons were very proud of their son, Frank. When he went to college, naturally they missed him; but he wrote and they looked forward to his letters and saw him on weekends. Then Frank was drafted into the army.
After he had been in the army about five months, he received his call to go to Vietnam. Of course, the parents' anxiety for his first letter was greater than ever before. And ever week they heard from him and were thankful for his well-being. Then one week went by without a letter ~ two weeks ~ and finally three. At the end of the third week a telegram came, saying, "We regret to inform you that you son has been missing for three weeks and is presumed to have been killed inaction while fighting for his country."
The parents were shocked and grieved. They tried to accept the situation and go on living, but it was tragically lonesome without Frank.
About three weeks later, however, the phone rang. When Mrs. Creighton answered it, a voice on the other end said, "Mother, it's Frank. they found me, and I'm going to be all right. I'm in the United States and I'm coming home soon."
Mrs. Creighton was overjoyed, with tears running down her cheeks she sobbed, "Oh, that's wonderful! That's just wonderful, Frank."
There was silence for a moment, and then Frank said, "Mother I want to ask you something that is important to me. While I've been here, I've met a lot of wonderful people and I've really become close friends with some. There is one fellow I would like to bring home with me to meet you and Dad. And I would like to know if it would be all right if he could stay and live with us, because he has no place to go."
His mother assured him it would be all right.
Then Frank said, "You see, he wasn't' as lucky as some; he was injured in battle. He was hit by a blast and his face is all disfigured. He lost his leg, and his right hand is missing. So you see, he feels uneasy about how others will accept him."
Frank's mother stopped to think a minute. She began to wonder how things would work out, and what people in town would think of someone like that. She said, "Sure Frank, you bring him home~ for a visit, that is. We would love to meet him and have him stay for a while; but about him staying with us permanently, well, we'll have to think about that." There was silence for a minute, and then Frank said, "Okay, Mother," and hung up.
A week went by without any word from Frank, and then a telegram arrived ~ "We regret to inform you that your son has taken his life. We would like you to come and identify the body."
Their wonderful son was gone. The horror stricken parents could only ask themselves, "Why had he done this?" When they walked into the room to identify the body of their son, they found a young man with a disfigured face, one leg missing, and his right hand gone.
My thoughts and how it has been changedWell, seriously, don`t tell me you didn`t at least feel A LITTLE bit sorry for the dude, I mean, did you READ that ending? If you just wen`t and skipped the story, go and at least read the last paragraph, then i`m pretty sure would have gotten the idea. But anyways, after reading all that, it made me think, "huh, after all the bitchin that i`ve done, should I seriously keep on bitchin about the world and it`s faults, or just shut up and appreciate this cruel, cold world we are living in." well, I chose the second option, because life`s way too short to do nothing but complaining, and it really is true about what I just said, I have 6 dedicated blogs ( so far ) doing nothing but complaining and bitching about life, this right here, changed the way I think of the world. It`s wierd how some holiday that most people would just immediately think " oh, no school, AWESOME " or, " hey, BBQ time, party at my house! ", no, labor day is much more than that, and i`m glad that I actually took the time to really think about it.
So guys, I would like to ask, did this story effect you in any way? and also, how are YOU celebrating labor day? Well duders, i`m out, feel free to answer my questions, disagree with what i`m talking about, or as always, leave me some awesome hate comments, your choice, K guys.
( Oh, P.S, even though I clearly said that I would stop bitchin about shit, i`m totally going to come out with an epic rant in a few days, yeah I know, i`m pathetic. )