once there was a marine corp squad that fought in the southern pacific theatre during WWII. they had engaged in many battles against their japanese adversaries, from island to island, large or small, all in order to establish control of each island for whatever reason. be it to store a secret cache of ammunition, food, or other supplies. or maybe it was to clear land to build a base and airstrip from which to launch strikes. it never mattered why they had to do it, they just fought the battles and fought them well.
in one particular battle in which they weren't fairing so well, a sargent sent a young lance corporal out away from the unit to scout out the situation, and if possible. to find a way of escape from what seemed to be a neverending volley of rifle fire. the unit held it's position for the next 30 minutes, fighting valiently, and without fear, all except for the sargent who feared that his lance corporal had been killed or worse - captured. it wasn't long before the lance corporal had came back to report the situation.
l.c. - "sargent, were outnumbered about 10 to 1, the enemy is gaining ground ahead of us, they have begun to volley behind us, there is a detachment to our right, and one closing in on our left - we have no way of retreat- we are totally surrounded!"
many of the soldiers huddled around the corporal and sargent to hear of the news, all to which the sargent replied, "good, then we've got them where we want them, now let's finish them off"
instantly the trained men knew that that day could very well be their last, that they might die there on that strange foreign soil. without blinking the men fought more valiently then ever, they weren't going to retreat for there was no retreat. they weren't about to give in to their enemies only to become prisoners to a ruthless captor! however they fought as if defeat was not an option. the fighting spirit of those men who overheard the report soon spread to the other soldiers, until every single marine on that battlefield fought with the strength and determination of what seemed to be 100 men!
they fought for three days straight, hungry and exhausted they ended the battle with hand to hand combat against their foe! they overcame their own misfortune by not giving up, and instead fighting harder. they fought so well that they evened the odds of the battlefield, and what was left of their enemy began a steady retreat. being so full of rage they chose not to allow a retreat but to give chase and overtake their enemy. not by weaponry, but by hand!
the moral of the story is: WHEN TROUBLE COMES YOUR WAY, DON'T GIVE UP! DON'T SHRIVEL UP LIKE A FLACID PENIS, STAY HARD MAN! GRIT YOUR TEETH AND SHOW THE WORLD WHAT YOUR MADE OF! IF SOMEBODY OPPOSES YOU THEN KNOCK THEM THE FUCK DOWN!
this is the way i feel right now, as i have had a very trying day! shit happens and life goes on, and it's nothing of which i really care to share with anyone, but troubling indeed-
i just remembered hearing that story and thought i would share it with anyone who cared to read it........
in one particular battle in which they weren't fairing so well, a sargent sent a young lance corporal out away from the unit to scout out the situation, and if possible. to find a way of escape from what seemed to be a neverending volley of rifle fire. the unit held it's position for the next 30 minutes, fighting valiently, and without fear, all except for the sargent who feared that his lance corporal had been killed or worse - captured. it wasn't long before the lance corporal had came back to report the situation.
l.c. - "sargent, were outnumbered about 10 to 1, the enemy is gaining ground ahead of us, they have begun to volley behind us, there is a detachment to our right, and one closing in on our left - we have no way of retreat- we are totally surrounded!"
many of the soldiers huddled around the corporal and sargent to hear of the news, all to which the sargent replied, "good, then we've got them where we want them, now let's finish them off"
instantly the trained men knew that that day could very well be their last, that they might die there on that strange foreign soil. without blinking the men fought more valiently then ever, they weren't going to retreat for there was no retreat. they weren't about to give in to their enemies only to become prisoners to a ruthless captor! however they fought as if defeat was not an option. the fighting spirit of those men who overheard the report soon spread to the other soldiers, until every single marine on that battlefield fought with the strength and determination of what seemed to be 100 men!
they fought for three days straight, hungry and exhausted they ended the battle with hand to hand combat against their foe! they overcame their own misfortune by not giving up, and instead fighting harder. they fought so well that they evened the odds of the battlefield, and what was left of their enemy began a steady retreat. being so full of rage they chose not to allow a retreat but to give chase and overtake their enemy. not by weaponry, but by hand!
the moral of the story is: WHEN TROUBLE COMES YOUR WAY, DON'T GIVE UP! DON'T SHRIVEL UP LIKE A FLACID PENIS, STAY HARD MAN! GRIT YOUR TEETH AND SHOW THE WORLD WHAT YOUR MADE OF! IF SOMEBODY OPPOSES YOU THEN KNOCK THEM THE FUCK DOWN!
this is the way i feel right now, as i have had a very trying day! shit happens and life goes on, and it's nothing of which i really care to share with anyone, but troubling indeed-
i just remembered hearing that story and thought i would share it with anyone who cared to read it........
kaijou:
