glen craun from oliver

what type of person is he to mess with a soldiers wife. is this some one should trust to do work around your families. if he would betray a soldier fighting for his country what type of people live in oliver to allow that.

this is how some folks out there should look at us and not as glen does.
The Military

The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either.

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 howizzitor.

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 his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather did,

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 also 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

"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 for us in our time of need. Amen."

wish glen would have thought this one ourt, i know therre is a bounty on his head, and some one will collect it as soon as they can

military man wrote:

this is how some folks out there should look at us and not as glen does.
The Military
The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either.
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 howizzitor.
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 his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather did,
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 also 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
"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 for us in our time of need. Amen."

under attack wrote:

what type of person is he to mess with a soldiers wife. is this some one should trust to do work around your families. if he would betray a soldier fighting for his country what type of people live in oliver to allow that.

I think what this person did was shameful as well.
I live in Oliver with my family , not everyone is a heel of sorts. I am a God fearing person and I am
married to a retired Army man and have been for 29 years we work hard and pay our bills on time and try to be a kind and helpful neighbor so please don't think we are all alike.

sandy wrote:

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I think what this person did was shameful as well.
I live in Oliver with my family , not everyone is a heel of sorts. I am a God fearing person and I am
married to a retired Army man and have been for 29 years we work hard and pay our bills on time and try to be a kind and helpful neighbor so please don't think we are all alike.

well im glad some one out there thinks that way, but as of what i know his name is glenn craunen and the ass sells cars in statesburo for franklin nissan and this shit bag is around people every day. but his time is coming.

I heard he slept with some dude's also. Glenn just takes all he can get! You get it Glenn!!!!

Glenn is the man...he has a small cock though.