As many Americans party this Super Bowl weekend, many will be gambling and drinking booze, we have have many families grieving the loss of their loved ones. American heroes, who were serving us! Never forget! We are in a time of great danger, World War III is on the horizon, or it may be already here. America sure is at war with itself. America is full of fools. Got Questions defines a fool this way: The Bible has much to say about fools. The word fool today usually means “a senseless fellow, a dullard.” The biblical definition has the added dimension of “someone who disregards God’s Word.” I can only imagine what God thinks of us. Think of all those U.S. soldiers scattered across this evil world to protect you and me.
My Daddy, Wally Moede was a U.S. Marine SGT. in World War II. I am mighty proud of my Daddy!
Five U.S. Marines who were aboard a military helicopter that went down in the mountains near San Diego were confirmed dead, authorities said Thursday.
The CH-53E Super Stallion was reported missing Tuesday night during a “routine training flight” from Creech Air Force Base, northwest of Las Vegas, to Marine Corps Air Station Miramar in San Diego, according to the 3rd Marine Aircraft Wing. The aircraft was found Wednesday morning near Pine Valley, about 45 miles east of San Diego.
From Marines Parents:
Every Marine is, first and foremost, a rifleman. In boot camp at Parris Island and San Diego, and at The Basic School at Quantico, Virginia, all Marines, enlisted and officer, receive instruction in proper rifle usage and maintenance. Additionally, all Marines must memorize the “Rifleman’s Creed,” which was created in 1942 by Marine Brigadier General William H. Rupertus, the then-Commanding General of Marine Corps Base San Diego, after he (Rupertus) had decided that his men must be made to understand, “…that the only weapon which stands between them and Death is the rifle…they must understand that their rifle is their life…it must become a creed with them.”
Captain Robert P. White, Public Relations Officer of the base, suggested that Rupertus write an editorial to that effect but the general thought that an editorial would sound like a sermon. Instead, Rupertus felt that the rifle creed should be “…something so deep, a conviction so great, a faith so lasting that no one should have to be preached to about it.”
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.
My rifle, without me, 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 myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit…
My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my rifle clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will…
Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and myself 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, but peace!
by Major General William H. Rupertus (USMC, Retired)
(written following the attack on Pearl Harbor)
70 million people will bet on Super Bowl LVIII, waging over $23 billion Pastor Dewey Moede: All this ugly taints Football, it invites trouble in many ways. American gluttony at its highest. I am old to this world.
Unless the LORD builds the house, They labor in vain who build it; Unless the LORD guards the city, The watchman keeps awake in vain. It is vain for you to rise up early, To retire late, To eat the bread of painful labors; For He gives to His beloved even in his sleep. Behold, children are a gift of the LORD, The fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one’s youth. How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; They will not be ashamed When they speak with their enemies in the gate. Psalm 127