TheSailor2007’s BodyBlog

Hear my voice, America! Though I speak through the mist of 200 years, my shout for freedom will echo through liberty’s halls for many centuries to come.
Hear me speak, for my words are of truth and justice, and the rights of man. For those ideals, I have spilled my blood upon the world’s troubled waters.
Listen well, for my time is eternal —– yours is but a moment.
I am the spirit of heros past and future.

I am the American Sailor.
I was born upon the icy shores at Plymouth, rocked upon the waves of the Atlantic, and nursed in the wilderness of Virginia.
I cut my teeth on New England Codfish, and I was clothed in southern cotton.
I built muscle at the halyards on New Bedford whalers, and I gained my sea legs high atop the mizzen of Yankee clipper ships.
Yes, I am the American Sailor, one of the greatest seamen the world has ever known.
The sea is my home and my words are tempered by the sound of paddle wheels on the Mississippi, and of the song of whales off Greenland’s barren shore. My eyes have grown dim from the glare of sunshine on blue water, and my heart is full of star-strewn nights under the Southern Cross.
My hands are raw from winter storms while sailing down around the Horn, and they are blistered from the heat of cannon broadsides while defending our nation.
I am the American Sailor, and I have seen the sunset of a thousand distant, lonely lands.

I am the American Sailor
It was I who stood tall beside John Paul Jones as he shouted, “I have not yet begun to fight!”
I fought upon Lake Erie with Perry, and I rode with Stephen Decatur into Tripoli Harbor to burn the Philadelphia.
I met Guerriere aboard Constitution, and I was lashed to the mast with Admiral Farragut at Mobile Bay.
I have heard the clang of Confederate shot against the sides of Monitor.
I have suffered the cold with Peary at the North Pole, and I responded when Dewey said, “You may fire when ready,Gridley,” at Manila Bay.
It was I who transported supplies through submarine infested waters when our soldiers were called,”Over There.”
I was there when Admiral Byrd crossed the South Pole.
it was I who went down with the Arizona at Pearl Harbor, who supported our troops at Inchon, and patroled the dark deadly waters of the Mecong Delta.

I am the American Sailor and I wear many faces. I am a pilot soaring across God’s blue canopy, and I am a Seabee atop a dusty bulldozer in the South Pacific.
I am a Corpsman nursing the wounded in the jungle, and I am a Torpedoman in the Nautilus deep beneth the North Pole.
I am hard and I am tough.
But it was my eyes that filled with tears when my brother went down with the Thresher and the Squailus, and it was my heart that rejoiced when Commander Shepherd rocketed into orbit acove the earth.
It was I who languished in a Viet Cong prison camp, and it was I who walked upon the moon.
It was I who saved the Stark and the Samuel B. Roberts in the mine infested waters of the Persian Gulf.
It was I who pulled my brothers from the smoke filled compartments of the Bonefish, and wept when my shipmates died on the Iowa and the White Plains.
When called again, I was there on the tip of the spear for Operation Desert Shield and Desert Storm.

I am the American Sailor 
I am man. I am white and black, yellow, red and brown. I am Jew, Muslim, Christian and Buddhist. I am Irish, Filipino, African, French, Chinese, Indian and Australian Aboriginal.
And my standard is the outstreched hand of Liberty.
Today, I serve around the world; on land, in air, on and under the sea.
I serve proudly, at peace once again, but with the fervent prayer that I need not be called again.

Tell your children of me. Tell them of my sacrifice,
and how my spirit soars above their country.
I have spread the mantle of my nation over the oceans, and I will guard her forever.
I am her heritage, and yours.

I am the American Sailor

I have been a member of BB.com for a while now and I have come to learn something about a lot of people on here. Some come here to share their progress, eating habits, workout journals and what not. Others come here to seek help and get themselves back into shape or get in shape to live a long healthier life.

Now others come here to harass females or even males. To me you need to be banned from the site. To ask for pics of the inappropriate type or make inappropriate comments is simply uncalled for. To me you are as useless as the terrorists we hunt and kill on a daily basis overseas.

I am asking for everyone to help out and report this kind of behavior. It to me is a way not being polite but respecting those who come on here to look for help, or share ideas. Not to publish porn or ask for inappropriate photos.

Also if you have a problem with what I just said you can leave me a note and I will address you one at a time or all together. To all my friends and others out here that feel the same way, thanks for sharing, train hard and remember only you can achieve your goals if you’re pushing toward them.

           Good day everyone, I have taken the time over this Holiday Season to reflect on the happenings with the Country. We have had some Icons pass thru to the other side. The government has had its battles, and people continue to be rude to one another on a daily basis.

I remember where I was on September 11, 2001. I had just reported to my new command about a month earlier. We were in Virginia off loading ammo due to the commands recent return from a deployment. Our Intel guy came out and said we needed to man up for security reasons, we ventured over to a ship that was doing the same thing. There we sat in on a brief of what was going on in New York City. A plane hit the south tower of the world trade center. Then another hit the other tower. Then the report came in that a third plane hit the Pentagon. With all the chaos going on the nation banded together to show strength and unity.  Then in an amazing show of patriotism the passengers on another flight took their own lives in order to save more people from dying.  In the days that followed all the retail chains sold out, “SOLD OUT” of American Flags. This type of patriotic movement soon dyed out after about 6 months. Everyone went back to being in their own little world.

            I took the time this Holiday Season, with my family to reflect on that day and those after it.  I was at the gym last night and I watched as a young guy came in and wanted to work out on the incline press. The guys working out on there told him to go start somewhere else and they would let him know when they were done. Now after about 20 mins they left the bench and the gym never saying anything to him, allowing another group to get set up and use the equipment. I went over to the kid and let him know that he could use it, he attempted to go over and ask to work in with these other guys and they said sure. Now you may ask what’s the difference. Well the guys on there before weren’t really lifting they were mostly hanging out and taking up space. These guys that he worked in with were serious and were actually helping him on his posture and technique. After he was finished I walked over and thanked them for helping him out.

            This just adds to the problem above. When something happens for us to ban together as a nation, we do it without haste. When something doesn’t go our way we blame everyone but ourselves. While you are out this Holiday season stop and reflect on what happened just a few years ago. We live in a great nation that provides us with everything we could possibly dream of. So just take time to remember who made that possible for you. Happy Holidays everyone.

  I will do all that my nation requires of me.
I am a volunteer, knowing well the hazards of my profession. I serve with the memory of those who have gone before me. I pledge to uphold the honor and integrity of their legacy in all that I am - in all that I do. I am a warrior. I will teach and fight whenever and wherever my nation requires. I will strive always to excel in every art and artifice of war. I know that I will be called upon to perform tasks in isolation, far from familiar faces and voices. With the help and guidance of my faith,
I will conquer my fears and succeed. I will keep my mind and body clean, alert and strong. I will maintain my arms and equipment in an immaculate state befitting a US Navy Chief, for this is my debt to those who depend upon me.
I will not fail those with whom I serve. I will not bring shame upon myself or the US Navy. I will never leave a fallen comrade. I will never surrender though I am the last. If I am taken, I pray that I have the strength
to defy my enemy. I am a member of my Nation’s chosen few;
I serve quietly, not seeking recognition or accolades.
My goal is to succeed in my mission - and live to succeed again. 

Not Forgotten

He was old and worn and a bit forlorn as he ambled through the park, He spoke to me and I could see that his eyes had lost their spark. His gait was slow and his voice was low as he asked to sit with me, And I answered him with a friendly grin, The sitting here is free. He gave a smile and we talked a while and his voice was rather weak, But his mind was strong and it wasn’t long until he began to speak Of yesteryears and I saw the tears as the memories flooded through For hespoke of times and other climes as old men often do. He smiled at me and I could see as he glanced at my Navy blues That he’d earned his keep on the briny deep and paid his share of dues. I asked if he would share with me some memoir’s from his career, He said he might if the price was right, and the price was a can of beer! I’ve shipped on subs and oily tubs, on battleships and cruisers, Ten thousand mates and I can state not one of them was losers. LSTs on foreign seas, from Tarawa to Leyte, You name it, lad, I’ve been there, from Alaska down to Haiti. Liberty ships of paper clips, balsa wood and glue, I saw one break apart one time and lose her gallant crew. Marine Corps I took ashore on Tarawa and Truk. Oh what the Hell, for quite a spell, I’ve had my share of luck. One thing more, he said, before I move along, There ain’t no air that’s quite as fair as the pipe of the boatswain’s song. And the place to be is on the sea riding a fair sea swell, With mates like you in Navy blue who’ll follow you straight through Hell. So here’s to you and your Navy crew who take our ships to sea, You’ve fought and died and never cried throughout our history. You’re heroes all and ten feet tall and your spirits never lag, You’re the nations best and you never rest in defense of our country’s flag! He rose to leave and I believe that he seemed to move much faster, His eyes agleam like a laser beam and his skin was alabaster, He glowed at first then soon dispersed in a cloud of misty cotton, A dream at most, perhaps a ghost, but not to be forgotten. Remember the lost sailors of the USS COLE (DDG 67)

You know I cant stand some people. They think that we (armed forces) have a choice in life. Me, well I knew I didnt want college or more schooling, so I joined the Navy. I came from a family where only one other person was in the Military and that was my grandfather.  I just get so irritated when people think that there should be no military. I say go live in China or Korea, or Iran for a little while then come back here and talk to me. I PROVIDE THE BLANKET OF FREEDOM THAT YOU ALL SLEEP WITH EVERY NIGHT!

YOU CAN SLEEP WELL AT NIGHT KNOWING RUFF MEN AND WOMEN STAND AT THE READY TO DEFEND YOU NO MATTER WHAT THE COST!

You know I cant stand it when people (guys) come to the gym to stare and marvel at the women and men in the gym when they are clearly not doing anything but getting in the way. I was at the gym friday night and 4 guys continued to follow these 2 girls around like puppies or something. Its quiet pathtic. Anyway to make a long story short one of them started to really get in my way I was polite until he smarted off, then it was game on.  I decided to back him into the corner of the weight room with my dumb bells, at that moment I heard my name again and it was the manager coming with the rest of the gym staff to escort them out for good. My thing is the gym is a place of fun, lifestyle, fitness. Not your local hook-up joint. Stay OUT PEEWEE!