Someone asked my why (as a vet) I do not post those touching heartfelt “hug a vet”, “be thankful for”, “ungrateful politician”, blah, blah and blah posts.
To tell you the truth I had never thought of it. I sure as hell did not fight for a politician. I did not fight for a policy or law. I sure as hell (hope this does not offend anyone) fight for what any one of you believe.
I could give a rip what Kerry says, or Clinton did, what the dope adled brains of the baby boomers feel. Let them protest, let them give aid and comfort, let them find the one in a million nitwitted ex soldier or marine that claims to speak for all of us. You can even let them show the American public nothing but bad news, day in and day out, forever.
None of it ever meant crap to me. I fought for America. I fought for the little guy who can’t fight for himself. I was part of an all volunteer military whose overall level of training and effectiveness has never been matched in all of human history.
Do you really believe that there is more than a few active duty troops who even bother watching CNN? I know what I saw in the eyes of the citizens of Kuwait. In my war, a bully (Sadam) picked on a little kid (Kuwait) and we broke his frickin legs and said “last warning”. The little a-hole decided to pay other bullies (Palistinian) to kill babies. He trained terrorists in tactics for assaulting aircraft. He gave medical aid to international terrorists.
As a private U.S. citizen and vet I believe we should have put a bullet in his head when he tried to assassinate Bush Sr. WMD’s? Who frickin cares. I gaurantee you if you had to send your child to school on a bus with a chance that some faggot palistinian “terrorist” might try to blow up you would not care about their feelings.
What do I think about the war on terror? Are we attacking the right people? I don’t care if the Iraqi government never heard of terror. They deserved to die for millions of other reasons.
I probably could write or post someone elses sappy soldier post. Tug at your heartstrings for a while and try to awaken some sliver of patriotism but quite frankly I am too damn tired to care.
I stood on the wall while these people cut our budgets, kicked us out of training grounds and left us open to attack by every pissant in the world. I would still stand on that wall today. Not “for” those people who are so willing to give aid and comfort to our enemies, but in spite of them.


