9-11-11
Today is a big day for this country, that is a given. In the Army, it is monumental. Patriot’s Day. 9/11/ The flag propped at the very start that signified the beginning of ten year’s continuous war. Thousands upon thousands of lives lost, billions wasted on some heady of reconstruction, assassinations and murder and lies, and the Army goes rolling along.
Today of all days, I’m not sure what it means to be a soldier. To bear arms in the name of Revenge? To establish & defend the American Empire? To protect the right of the fat to be fat, the ignorant to be ignorant, the corrupt to be corrupt? What is this once great nation truly built on? Is it the idea of “by & for the People” or am I simply defending my American Dream?
And if that is the case, what is my dream? After all, shouldn’t I know what it is that I am taking up arms for? Was this decision purely an economical one, or is there some of that ‘Old Glory’ left in the tattered Stars and Stripes? Am I fighting for fair prices at Freddies, or is the assertion that “all men are created equal” worth fighting...and dying to defend? I have no more answers. Just questions. Now, the real work begins.
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