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Hello from Salerno Afghanistan!
I was reading the Drudge report web page, and they have a link from the guardian website, talking about nobody coming to entertain the troops, and all references were towards the USO.  What a shame that they have not been exposed to what yall are doing!
After reading that, I remembered that I had not sent an e-mail to you and this organization regarding yall show here this past summer.
I must say, with the headline, I didnt know what to expect.  I did not know who these other folks were other than Chely.  What a wonderful surprise.  Everyone here still talks about how funny Dave Price was, and what a true, down to earth person Joey Gilbert is.  I just happened to be watching the live broadcast of a UNLV football game sometime after yall had left, and at halftime, guess who showed up on the T.V., Joey, talking non stop about his trip to Afghanistan and what it meant to him.  That guy is a true patriot!
Chely?  WOW.  There are people who can sing with all the help of a studio, and there are people who can sing just by themselves, and she is the prime example of those who need no help.  What a voice, and such a great person, and definitely easy on the eyes!!
J  By the way, Im the one that went crazy in the back when she said she was a Chiefs fan!!  She signed my nasty old Chiefs hat, which will sit beside the framed picture of she and I when Im all done here.
You said that you needed e-mail support to continue bringing shows to the troops.  Heres mine! 
Thanks Judy, have a very Merry Christmas, and if you see Chely, tell her Im pulling for the Chiefs from over here too!
Best regards,

The average age of the military man is 19 years ....

He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm howitzer. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.

He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march.

He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.

He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime.

He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so. As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot.. A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.

This is a prayer wheel for our military... don't break it. Send this on after a short prayer.

Prayer Wheel "Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform in our time of need. Amen."



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