I will feed you again, because you hit close to home.
Originally posted by jimmycrackcorn
You want some anti-occupational characters as you call them to kill your brothers? Your not going to stand up with your brothers?
3 weeks ago I had two younger brothers in Iraq. Real genetic brothers. Oh, and if that isnt bad enough, my dad is there as well.
One little brother was dont with his 2nd tour 2 weeks ago.
The other came home a week ago with 9 pins and a plate in his leg.
My father (who started his career in Vietnam and saw Panama and the first Gulf War as well) is on his way home. He may be on the plane right now.
You think I want them dead?
I want them HOME. More than that, I don’t want them to kill anymore.
Because I love them I want them to heal their souls. NOTHING is worth them killing other people and destroying their own souls, especially not some
hypothetical future attack.
Truth is, death does not hurt my feelings anymore. I don’t worry about people dieing, because everyone WILL die, sooner or later. We are not causing
death, we are bringing it sooner.
We cannot stop death.
What is important though is LOVE. When we kill, there is no love.
I dont know if I am making sense here.
Let me put it this way: I will not kill another person to protect my life, or the lives of any other person. I hope I can stand by that statement if I
ever am in a position to protect my family.
Sounds weak, but it makes sense.
Why? Because we ALL WILL DIE. What is important is that we witness LOVE along the way. If my love of someone killing me turns his or her life around,
then my death was worth something.
I may be extreme but I don’t think killing one man to prevent the death of a thousand children is worth it.
If you believe in God, REALLY believe, then death takes on new meaning and peace and love are all that matters.
If you believe that death is the end, that it is a horrible thing, then you would naturally want to kill the one man to save a thousand.
So death is nothing bad. Killing is.
No sin is worse than another. We are ALL sinners, we are all rotten. The sins I do everyday, however minor they may seem, are all just bad as murder.
So who am I to judge a murderer?
Who am I to judge a terrorist?
All I can do is try to love and spread love.
Not easy, as I am a very angry man. My first inclination is often one of violence when confronted with a difficult situation and my life is a constant
struggle to remain calm.
We all have our problems. We all have our sins.
Does anyone understand?
They made sure YOUR ASS made it home, now you don't want to do the same for them? AFter they did it for you? I don't understand?
No, you got it all wrong.
"They" were never my friend, never my comrade. I didn’t want to go to combat, and I didn’t want to kill.
I went because it was the easiest option, and I am a coward.
I never supported the war, I never supported the troops.
I never made friends with a single soldier while I was in the Army.
I did my job well though. I learned every part of what it means to be a scout. I killed when necessary, but not for my "brothers in arms." I did it
because I was a good scout. A cavalryman.
Not for them, for me, so I could be the best, better than them.
And because it was easy. It is easy to squeeze the trigger when your life is on the line.
I was a coward, too scared to lay down my weapons and die in peace and love so I killed to save my flesh.
I owe nothing to the killers who were there along side me and they owe nothing to me.
I earned my golden spurs, tinted with crimson, because I am a COWARD.
You will come around Jimmy, we all will.
In the end every knee will hit the floor.
[edit on 14-10-2007 by cavscout]