I’d rather God be on our side.
If you don’t believe that G-d is on the side of the United States soldier, if you don’t believe that G-d is alive on every oil rig and at the top of every tower, then you are a knave.
These men are prayed home from every deployment and home at the end of every shift. THEY pray before stepping into danger. And we all say prayers of gratitude when they come home whole and safe.
These men pray more than the average American because that’s the core of their courage. (That, and really huge gonads.)
Now I really don’t like you.
Don’t bother to thank a soldier. You wouldn’t approve if the harsh language that they used when they saw their buddy blown up. I hear that they cuss quite a bit when they lose their legs, too. My son took a fall with another climber just two weeks ago and you’d be horrified at what came out of their mouths on the way down. My son just spent the night at the bedside of a friend with a brain bleed. Praying.
You are such a brat. And no, that’s not the word I want to use right now.
That’s a pansy-assed non-sequitur response.
You really should knock it off before you embarrass yourself any more.