I came to the US as a child in 1989. I was not oppressed but my parents had been. I lived very poorly in Costa Rica, where my parents had fled to from
Cuba. A decade before their lives were in danger. They had taken refuge in the embassy of Peru with nearly 11,000 other refugees desperate to escape
the tyrannical yoke of the Marxist government of Fidel Castro.
By the grace of God they were able to escape and secure passage on a Peruvian aircraft bound for Costa Rica, where political asylum had been granted.
They left with nothing. Not that they had anything to begin with.
We secured immigration sponsorship and political asylum in the US in the interim 10 years. When we received the green-light to enter the US, we did
so. I was just barely 5 years old. We landed in Miami, stayed for little while and then proceeded to Los Angeles, California where I would live until
1994. In that time my father had proven deeply abusive and by age 7 had abandoned the family entirely.
My mother moved us to Las Vegas and struggled with 2 boys, little english, and no marketable skills for the next several years. By the time I was 16,
I had moved out and had started my own life. At the age of 26 I joined the United States Army. Up to that point I didn't have much stability. A couple
of years before joining the military I had finally secured enough economic stability to finish my green card paperwork, get my GED, and go serve my
It was the first time in my life I had any real clarity. My wife, who has supported me through so much doubt and misery has been faithfully by my side
for nearly 16 years. She too was a poor child growing up in a dysfuctional household. She too sought to do better with her life, and she too was as
lost as I was. But she stayed with me. Gave us two highly intelligent children whose future I will do anything to secure.
I left the army in 2016 after a back injury in Afghanistan took me off of flight status, and eventually maintenance too. I was medically separated
from the Army with a disability rating, an Army commendation medal, an air medal, and two army achievement medals.
I left with just shy of 355 combat flight hours in special operations environments and nearly 15,000 logged maintenance hours on army aircraft. I also
left with a lot of uncertainty, self-doubt, PTSD, and survivors guilt that completely squashed what would have otherwise created a confident and
effective human being.
But I have once again regained control of my life. Especially in the last few years. I bought a home well within my means, we have all the luxury
available to any American family, and other than my home, I have no other debt. I've sought to understand what happened in Afghanistan and have
started a new chapter in my professional life. I am blessed, happy, and absolutely scared to death.
I am not alone. I want to keep what I have worked so hard to build. My life doesn't belong to me. It belongs to my wife and kids who are central to
it. I would die and kill to ensure their safety and their future. I want to secure for them the blessings of liberty that were denied to my parents
for my children and theirs.
I don't want a Great Reset. I don't want a Green New Deal. I don't want Big Tech's fascism and censorship. I don't want China's interests represented
above the United States and her people. I don't want anyone else to leave their souls or their lives in far off battlefields. Hellscapes marshalled by
incompetent men with no sense of responsibility for the lives wasted in exchange for the profits of Chinese mining interests.
All I want is to live what remains of my life in peace so that I can give my children a better world than the one I was born to.
Don't get in the way of that. The extent of grace isn't unlimited and you're fast approaching the limits. If you take my peace, threaten the only
people in my life who matter to me, and make it impossible to live freely, I will create my own hellscape especially for you would-be tyrants, I will
envelop you, and I will suffocate you.
Dying was in my job description. Dying for this country. You can't scare me and I am not alone. There are millions of us and you just don't seem to
Don't Tread On Me.
edit on 11 20 2020 by projectvxn because: Just added text to drive my point home.