Interesting "Prayer"

[BlueCat]

"O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle--be Thou near them! With them--in spirit--we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it--for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts.

Amen.


From The War Prayer.
http://www.christiansforcannabis.com/article1029_2.html

BlueCat Reviewed by BlueCat on 08-13-2005. Interesting "Prayer" "O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle--be Thou near them! With them--in spirit--we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes Rating: 5

[F L E S H]

Religion should be abolished. A 'War Prayer' is an oxymoron.

Do people realize the extreme irony of praying to a Christian god, who supposedly loves everyone and forgives all, to help them in war against their enemies? These people don't even understand their own religion.

[BlueCat]

Its by Mark Twain so it is suppose to be sarcastic....I thought it fit well with what is going on today.

[Psycho4Bud]

Religion should be abolished. A 'War Prayer' is an oxymoron.

Do people realize the extreme irony of praying to a Christian god, who supposedly loves everyone and forgives all, to help them in war against their enemies? These people don't even understand their own religion.

Don't be so sure!!


Patton's Prayer



On December 23,1944 Patton said his famous prayer for fair weather in the chapel of the Pescatore foundation in Luxembourg City.





"Sir, this is Patton speaking. The last fourteen days have been straight from hell. Rain, snow, more rain, more snow - and I'm beginning to wonder what's going on in Your headquarters. Whose side are You on, anyway?

For three years my chaplains have been explaining that this is a religious war. This, they tell me, is the Crusades all over again, except that we're riding tanks instead of chargers. They insist we are here to annihilate the German Army and the godless Hitler so that religious freedom may return to Europe. Up until now I've gone along with them, too. You have given us Your unreserved cooperation. Clear skies and a calm sea in Africa made the landings highly successful and helped us to eliminate Rommel. Sicily was comparatively easy and You supplied excellent weather tor our armored dash across France, the greatest military victory that You have thus far allowed me.

You have led German units into traps that made their elimination fairly simple. But now, You've changed horses in midstream. You seem to have given von Rundstedt every break in the book and frankly he's been beating hell out of us. My army is neither trained nor equipped for winter warfare. An as You know this weather is more suitable for Eskimos than for southern cavalrymen.

But now, Sir. I can't help but feel that I have offended You in some way. That suddenly You have lost all sympathy with our cause. That You are throwing in with von Rundstedt and his paperhanging-god. You know without me telling You that our situation is desperate. Sure, I can tell my staff that everything is going according to plan, but there's no use telling You that the 101 st Airborne is holding out against tremendous odds in Bastogne, and that this continual storm is making it impossible to supply them even from the air.

I've sent Hugh Gaffey, one of my ablest generals, with his 4th Armored Division, north toward that all-important road center to relieve the encircled garrison and he's finding Your weather much more difficult than he is the Krauts. I don't like to complain unreasonably, but my soldiers from the Meuse to Echternach are suffering the tortures of the damned. Today I visited several hospitals, all full of frostbite cases and the wounded are dying in the fields because they cannot be brought back for medical care.

But this isn't the worst of the situation. Lack of visibility, continued rains have completely grounded my air force. My technique of battle calls for close-in-fighter support, and if my planes can't fly, how can I use them as aerial artillery? Not only is this a deplorable situation, but, worse yet, my reconnaissance planes haven't been in the air for fourteen days, and I haven't the faintest idea of what's going on behind German lines.

Damn it Sir, I can't fight a shadow. Without Your cooperation from a weather standpoint I am deprived of an accurate disposition of the German armies and how in hell can I be intelligent in my attack? All this probably sounds unreasonable to You, but I have lost all patience with Your chaplains who insist that this is a typical Ardennes winter, and that I must have faith.

Faith and patience be damned! You have just got to make up Your mind whose side You're on. You must come to my assistance, so that I may dispatch the entire German Army as a birthday present to Your Prince of Peace.

Sir, I have never been an unreasonable man; I am not going to ask You for the impossible. I do not even insist on a miracle, for all I request is four days of clear weather.

Give me four clear days so that my planes can fly, so that my fighter-bombers can bomb and strafe, so that my reconnaissance may pick out targets for my magnificent artillery. Give me four days of sunshine to dry this blasted mud, so that my tanks may roll, so that ammunition and rations may be taken to my hungry, ill-equipped infantry. I need these four days to send von Rundstedt and his godless army to their Valhalla. I am sick of this unnecessary butchery of American youth, and in exchange for four days of fighting weather, I will deliver You enough Krauts to keep your bookkeepers months behind in their work. Amen"



P.S. He got his request for fair weather.

[BlueCat]

well if you like Patton you will like this site....

http://home.att.net/~steven.newton4/pattonsays.html

I personally never cared for him.

[Psycho4Bud]

Thanks much!!! Always been a big fan of Patton!!!

[BlueCat]

My mom likes him to.....

You know she was Paul Tibbet's nurse and I have a bomber jacket signed by him.
You seem to be a history buff.

[Psycho4Bud]

My mom likes him to.....

You know she was Paul Tibbet's nurse and I have a bomber jacket signed by him.
You seem to be a history buff.

VERY cool!!!! I find it rather ironic though that you have a bomber jacket signed by Paul Tibbet....the way you feel about that affair! Don't you dare get rid of it though....unless it's to me!!

[BlueCat]

Dropping huge bombs on any civilization is a good reason for concern....

Have you ever watched the Mcnamara movie The Fog of War?