A Message On Memorial Day
When I joined you I was a dumb Hillbilly From West Virginia.
At home I barely ever talked to your kind.
I thought there was nothing we could ever have in common.
I tried to stay separate from you and never learn your names.
I tried my best to stay alive so I could someday go home.
What does a chicken @!$%# war hawk that has never worn the uniform know about staying alive?
What does a silver spoon puke know about the love and respect created in combat?
What could a career student or politician know about horror and blood and loss?
Why can't all those bigots, racists, sexist, homophobes, corporatists and religious zelots understand that when you are fighting for your life and your friends, FRIENDS are dying all around you, that its not the Color of your skin, Sex or Sexual orientation that matters...
What matters is that your friend is dying, and you have failed, and now there is no one to watch your back.
What matters is that every hop and every op is a piece of your sanity and your soul ripped from you, making you less human and more animal. And if you are not vigilant there is no help waiting to turn it off when you come home.
What really matters in the end, what determines whether you live or die and come back sane or insane... is tossing out the bull@!$%# of whether you are black or white, brown or yellow or red, gay or straight, male or female, republican or democrat.. what truly matters in the end... is either we are brothers now and forever...or we are dead...I got your backs Bro's... thank you for getting mine.
Thank you for teaching me the most important lesson of my life.
Thank you for helping me to learn what truly matters in this world.
Thank you for covering my back when in the @!$%#.
Thank you for helping me get home alive!
You will all be welcome at my table now and forever.
May God protect you in the time you have left and come home safe.
I love you guys.
In Country 69