When I first learned that I had new fans from the 1st of the 135th Attack Recon Battalion, I got to thinking about putting something special together for the men and women preparing in Fort Hood. I mean, they may be my fans…but I’m sure they have some fans of their own. So, I reached out to some of my friends in the WordPress community, and this is what they helped me make.
Please click on their pictures or names to visit their sites. I would suggest you do that with each and every one of them…multiple times.
Thank you Bruddah, and all the other men and women in your unit…along with all the men and women in ALL other units (past and present) for your devout service. It is most appreciated.
A lot of people say that bloggers write because they feel a compulsion to share a part of themselves, and connect with others on a personal level. The truth is, we write in hopes that hot military guys will read our stuff, and fall in love with us. ~ Jen from Sips of Jen and Tonic
Hi guys! I don’t want to be too specific, but I have to “bragg” that I live very close to a pretty large base in a certain Carolina. Hint: it’s the Carolina that makes all the cigarettes. YOU’RE WELCOME. Living in a community based around the military (get it? Based? I kill myself.), I’ve learned the value of what it is you guys do. The very literal value. Nearly every business in my town gives out a military discount which I cannot partake of because neither my husband and I are in the military. I wish I could get 30% off my oil changes at Jiffy Lube and 20% off my iced latte! But what are you going to do?
Seriously, though, thank you so much for the work you do for us and our country every day. A lot of my friends and neighbors are military spouses so I see first-hand the sacrifices you make. Sacrifices that are only hinted at in discounted products and Memorial Day parades. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for your tireless vigilance and bravery.
Like the dripping of the rain,
Upon the roof, tin roof,
Of the train.
The train that travels past so fast,
Through the night, to the last
So your footfalls and the footsteps of your team mates
Echo all around.
Upon the ground.
However many you are,
However far away you’ll be,
Invisible wires connect us all,
I hope you’ll feel,
What you can’t see.
A big hey y’all to BroJo’s Bro (that was surprisingly really fun to say in my head) and all of BroJo’s Bro’s Bros over there in Fort Hood! It makes me extremely giddy to know that our troops enjoy reading blogs too. If I could send you all a nice pair of toasty camouflage long johns in appreciation, I would in a heartbeat! Keep calm and chive on from a Louisiana native and openly faux redhead.
Dear Brother Jon’s brother,
Thank you and your buddies for being amazing human beings and keeping our country safe. Your hard work at keeping me alive and well 24/7 has really paid off because I’ve been able to glitter thirty new cats who I have all named “Dave Coulier.”
As a sign of my appreciation for your hard work, I’ve sent you ten newly glittered cats by mail. I think you’ll be particularly impressed by Dave Coulier #7’s impression of Al Pacino in Scarface. Impeccable.
Take care and meow,
Yo, Bro Jon’s Brother. Also known as the Brother of Brother Jon. Also known as Bro Jo Yo-Yo Fro Yo. (I heard you read these posts out loud so hopefully you sound like a big weirdo now.)
Your brother Jon is one of my blogging friends. Until the other day when you posted that hilarious photo of him in his pj’s I had no idea he even had a brother, much less a brother who is a member of the 1/135th Attack Recon Battalion.
I want you and your fellow soldiers to know that I think you and the rest of our forces are the biggest reason this country is great. It’s easy for those of us in the states to get wrapped up in whatever bullshit is going on and forget why we are able to be concerned about menial life problems and such. You are the reason why. Thank you.
I was born in the late 50’s. I regret that I have no prior service but basically I am a pussy when it comes to soldiering. The Vietnam War draft stopped when I was 16. Until then I was scared shitless that I would be drafted and be called up. I did not agree with the war then but I never felt anything but respect for those who served for that cause.
I read the article in the Monett Times about you speaking at your high school assembly. The things you said, the way you honored your father, the fact that you and your team devote your time and lives to this country makes me proud to be a citizen of this great country.
Thank you and your team and your father for all that you do and have done for this great country. You are appreciated and loved.
I hope one day to shake your hand and thank you in person.
To the men and women of the 1st of the 135th Attack Recon Battalion,
Thank you for the service to our country.
Here are some interesting, (could not exactly be quite…accurate facts) about Afghanistan.
Kabul is the capital of Afghanistan. The literal translation of Kabul is “anti-disney”.
Afghanistan is the 41st largest country in the world and is the 42nd most populous country in the world. It’s leading export is the question, “What is the leading export of Afghanistan?”
Afghanistan is the world’s largest consumer of beard combs and oddly enough has a stock pile of beard nets to last for the next 100 years.
Qabli Pulaski and Kabobs are popular local dishes as well as the fast food offering of the McGoat burger. Sand is a popular dessert among the toddlers.
The burka is a popular and sexy dress the woman of Afghanistan wear. The leading manufacturer of burka’s slogan is: “You can never cover enough of your body. Buy a burka to wear backwards over your burka for maximum coverage.”
Afghanistan’s official languages are Dari and Pashto, and second languages include English, Screaming and Spitting, and Klingon.
Afghanistan oddly enough does not manufacture Afghans, nor can you find anyone named Stan there. Weird but true.
I hope you enjoyed this little lesson, be safe, watch each other’s backs, and I will have a fresh baked apple pie and a beer waiting for you.
Dear Brother Jon’s Brother, and all the other dudes at the Fort Hood, um, Fort:
Hey, real quick, remember that show, Dear John? You know, that corny 80’s dramedy featuring Judd Hirsch? Yeah, me either.
Thank you all for your commitment. You have larger balls and a bigger heart than I. My job is too cozy, now that I think about it…Hey, is team U.S. hiring? Pssh. I’d never even make it into the chopper without loose-stooling in my pants…
All jokes aside, a cold Miller toast to all you brave young fellas heading overseas, and a gigantic Rock Star Salute from a fellow countryman. Good luck over there and get home safe. \m/
BroJo has informed me that the 1st of the 135th Attack Recon Battalion will be deployed to Afghanistan shortly. From one faux-trooper to real, bad ass, troopers I would like to thank you all for serving. Be safe over there, and we look forward to your return.
Hi Russ! I’ve been snooping around your Facebook page to find out a little more about you, and I see you are a handsome fellow! I started with your music choices — about an hour ago! I’ve been listening to some pretty great music ever since. I started with Everymen, and that’s some drinking music right there. There’s a bluegrass influence in some of your choices. My mother and grandmother loved bluegrass, and it was played often in our home. Wagon Wheel – love that song! Hey mama rock me! I’m finishing up my listening tour with the Rolling Stones and Start Me Up. Thanks for the memories of 1981 and dancing in dive bars. It was a fun time.
I’ll check out your movie and TV picks later, but I see Storage Wars listed, and I’ll be watching two new episodes tonight to see what Barry is up to.
Finally, I want to thank you and all the guys and gals there with you for serving. My family never takes you for granted, and you are all always in our prayers. My husband and I like to get out in the summer on our 1984 Honda Goldwing. It’s an oldie, but still going strong. I don’t wear a helmet, and that makes people crazy, but I love the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. We mostly ride through some beautiful Amish country, and it is at those times I am especially reminded of how grateful I am to be able to enjoy what we have and the world around us – even if it does smell like cow and pig manure quite often. But it is because of people like you that we are free to do the things we love. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. ~ Maddie
How’s it going? I guess you can’t really answer that because I did not include a self-addressed stamped envelope for you to reply. Can you shout loudly? If you can shout your response to my question loudly maybe I will hear it. I am not too sure I will though. My neighbors are noisy.
I heard you are an army man. Does that mean if I put you in a microwave you would melt? I’m not saying I will. I am simply asking because if it’s a “yes” then I will know you are legit. Of course, you are not “too legit to quit” because you cannot quit the army. You can only be discharged from the army. My grandmother has a discharge from a blister on her foot. She got it because she wears flip-flops in the rain.
Did you know some army men make videos asking celebrities out on dates? I think you should do that. You have the Hagar charm. Sara Jessica Parker would probably go to a dance with you if you make a video. Or you could ask someone out who is actually attractive and has a real movie career. It’s your choice.
Do you really read Brother Jon’s blog posts out loud to your friends? That’s really cool. It’s probably a great way to get them to go to sleep when they are having trouble resting. Purple Monkey Dishwasher I Like Banana Superfragilisticespialidocious. Did you have to read that out loud? I hope so.
Good luck to you and all of your friends in Afghanistan. It takes a special breed of person to be able to do what you’re doing. We’re all thankful and proud of each of you for making the decision to join the military and defend our way of life.
P.S. Do you know Santa?
Letter to a Brother of a Brother
Dear bro of BroJo (who Jo?
You know who, Jo!)
Who, by light of moon
Is leaving soon,
On fighter jet or tank or war balloon,
(I’m not sure how)
But the point is: now
This man, this bro, is saying “ciao.”
And so we sit,
Watch bit by bit,
Not doing much at all.
While he stands tall
Against it all –
All that the world may throw at him.
I hope he goes to the gym
God blesseth thee.
God. Blesseth. Thee.
I wish your brother the best of luck. I’m sure it’s stressful for him as well as your family. He has my utmost respect and admiration, and I hope all goes well for him. ~ Carrie Rubin, Author
I would like to thank all of my friends here who were able to help me out. Once again…click on their faces to visit their sites. Don’t worry, they don’t mind. I promise it won’t hurt them. Really…do it. Please. NOW!
P.S. The pictures from Kessabug’s post were taken during my visit there this past Memorial Day Weekend.
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