This is how I feel today…
I dragged a bunch of mutt-face’s through Nam! Most died because they were to busy worrying about looking good, is God gonna send me to Hell and or screaming for their Mama!…
Well they either hid and died when found cowering or stood there and got shot into pieces. If you knew how many guys and even women I have pulled down out of the line of fire, then had them stand right back up and gawk around, as the bullet with their name found them…
Worse yet, when we had to pick up the pieces after mortar rounds slammed into the hiding place and you send a zip lock bag full of remains with a dog tag back…
Back in my day, a recruit meant dead man walking… There was no options, you either lived or died in the first few days and or even hours, sometimes. If you lived to come back to home base after the first excursion, then maybe you learned enough to survive a week or so? I survived on pure nasty adulterated luck…
If you were me, you would hate war also…. So please go ahead and dance that damn tune for war. I did my time for a country full of warmongers and this time I will be on the other side looking at those warmongers – armchair generals as they gawk around and wonder if God will forgive them, just as my bullet finds your brain pan…
God does not give a rats ass if you dance to war. But Lucifer does…
Yes I hate war, but I will stand for what is correct and that is that…
No, politically correct I am not!
WtR