Let me tell you a little story:
Once upon a time, there was a guy who lived through years of a terrible war and saw things that no one should ever see. Things that make regular nightmares seem like child’s play…
But do you want to know what it is that eats at my soul? It is a story like this…
Once in the middle of a horrendous firefight, men dying left and right on both sides, it became quiet, as a church mouse in the jungle. All that could be heard was the breathing of wounded men and something settled over the area. Something like a blanket of mist…
This man figured out later that it was most likely his adrenalin that cause the mist effect, but it was during this time that he grabbed two of his men, one in each hand and drug them away from hell itself. Then as he was dragging the men, he came upon a gook. He was still alive…
He put him over his shoulders and once again grabbed one of his men in each hand and walked as fast as he could out of the immediate area. He just walked and after a hundred meters or so, he felt as if his heart was going to burst. Then he felt a thud against his back. The gook on his shoulders jerked and did not move again. He had taken a bullet, not intentionally, but took it nonetheless…
That bullet would have hit him in the neck and he would have surely died…
That instigated him to literally run with three guys in his possession, one dead, but he did not know that then, for he realized that someone was shooting at him…
For the next few minutes things were quiet again and he found a spot with other men. They took the men that he dragged in each hand and they looked at him about why he had a dead gook with him also?
He responded to who cared, “He was alive, when I picked him up!”
Then one of our men came tumbling into the same area and he looked at him with horror. He said, “God-man, I was sure I had killed you by accident! Sorry, God-man!”
That answered how the gook died…
Then we saved the two guys that he had brought with him and it was several years later that he was given the message that; one had committed suicide by hanging… (He had lost both legs!) The other one; jumped off a building in a suicide, he had left a note for his parents and said goodby, That he could not live with what had happened in the war…
It makes him sick to think that we allow ourselves to put men in the place, of such depression, that they kill themselves…
Asked many times, “Why have you not done the same?”
He said, “I guess that as a POW later in the war, I realized that life was too precious to toss away!”
Yes, I would rather deal with nightmares, than relieve those dreams all the time. For they are not dreams, they are reality, past, but reality. The man is me and I deal with the horrors of what the past has wrought everyday…
Then after that, I realized that the USA, America, Land of the Free, Home of the Brave, Liberty Land, and my home country, could have given a flying flip about the men who severed her interests in wars. Wars that men who never pulled the trigger on a gun, send us to die and to kill in…
It is very wrong and what bothers me is that you do not care enough to stop what is happening…
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We are not worthy of being on this planet and we are not worthy of living along ышву the other creatures on this planet. I wish that I could make people grow up, understand, and acknowledge that fact, but we are all too centered on ourselves and worry about our selfish tendencies…
Therefore, until we grow up and look around us with compassion and care, nothing will change. The me-me world we have created is and will be our death…
I have to readjust my priorities on Windows to Russia is all that is necessary. I have another project that will take my time, even though attached to this same domain, it will be a totally different project and I hope that it will be fruitful and multiply upon the world-wide web…
I will be back…
Posted by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…