ROGER THAT…I remember
This weekend, we will celebrate Memorial Day here in the USA. The actual memorial Day is next Thursday, 30 MAY 13.
I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea nor think I have lost my marbles…because sometimes I think I have.
Of all the Holidays, I, at one time, loved this one coming up the most and, yes, even better than Christmas. However, today, in this time of despicable tirades of the Socialists among us, and with the commercialization of such a “holiday”, it sickens me beyond belief. I have come to loathe this time of year. Not for what it represents but for what it has become to represent.
Remembering Fallen Comrades In Arms is a private thing to me, to be shared with others that know and understand.
Remembering those I carried out, and those that carried me…remembering those that followed me, and those I followed, very few can relate.
I hear the Empty Words from the House-ticks of the Senate and the Lack of Representatives in The House and I am not proud to call them Our Leaders, for they know NOT how to Lead We The People. And now, we have an upstart usurper who doesn’t know the difference between Memorial Day and Veteran’s Day.
There is a majority of “them” that are sincere. It is the remaining that I despise, nay, loathe…perhaps hate them for their cowardice “under fire”. Playing Lip Service to The Fallen is much worse than paying no homage at all.
I weep for my lads that died. I weep for the lads that lived through thick and thicker. I weep for the parts of me that have died and my soul cries out for vengeance.
Rise Ye Silent Ones and Fight For That Which Is Right or Die The Losers’ Death of Vanity.
Memorial Day is a day of Remembrance.
Seeing what this day called Memorial Day has become, I have grown to hate this day - because I remember.
I remember days and days of battle.
I remember what the smells are like from battle.
I remember what spilled blood looks like.
I remember what spilled blood tastes like.
I remember taking showers and baths just to wipe the blood off of me that wasn’t my own.
I remember taking showers and baths to wipe the blood off that was mine.
I remember the screams.
I remember the pain.
I remember the Glory of Victory and I remember the days of defeat.
I remember carrying the once alive men.
I remember carrying the dead.
I remember cleaning off the blood from myself when there was no blood to wash off…it just felt like it was blood; and tasted like blood and it could have been my own or anyone else’s blood - but I washed it off anyway. And it is still there.
There are no unwounded from battle.
There are no undead from battle.
War is hell and those of us that lived in and through war know what it is like and we prayed for peace…peace will never come, I’m afraid.
I remember getting dragged by a Marine to a place of safety - I don’t remember anything after that actually until I woke up in Germany. I don’t remember much of Germany either. I do remember waking up at Walter Reed. I don’t remember any “family” coming to see me.
I remember what the Vietnam Veterans remember…a country packed full of people that do not belong to this Nation.
I even remember someone telling me, “Welcome Home, Soldier”. And, yes, I cried. I remember.
I remember what has happened to this pathetic day called Memorial Day and I hate it so.
I remember what family members of the Fallen remember, and know. They remember that their family members are now dead and gone from this planet Earth forever. I remember their pain because I remember it as well. I remember.
I even remember The Why we always go to war and get killed or wounded and I also remember PTSD and what happens to a man or woman that gets PTSD. Why? Because I have PTSD and there is no getting over it. There are no unwounded in war; in battle and there are no undead.
The Diplomats all cause wars to occur. Why? Because all the Diplomats do is prolong war. Diplomats in their hedonistic ways and means are actually too nice and in the end, I suppose they take great pride in causing the deaths on the unknowns…people like myself and a man named Monsoor among all the rest. Roger That. I suppose their trueness is actually a False Doctrine. Isn’t it? That’s the way I remember them.
Yes. I remember. And you? What do you remember? Do you remember what a fool you make of yourself hunched over the porcelain god? Do you remember the savings you make at the stores? Will you remember the Fallen? I remember. Do you say a toast to the Fallen? I do. Why? Because I remember.
I remember how many of us respond to Memorial Day and most of us do hate this day for what it has become.
The Snooper Report.
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Sic vis pacem para bellum
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
(If you want peace, prepare for war.)
Sic Semper Tyrannis!
Death to Tyrants