I came across this over at Burning Platform today...it hit home.
As recently as 20 years ago, I'd say, when talking about kids who wanted to learn to do things, be someone, to consider joining the military. Any branch. The marines were, to my taste, a bit extreme; and we Navy types had a low opinion of the Air Farce (what we called it). But all of them offered some rudimentary career training, instructions on personal discipline (should have been learned years earlier, but...) and considerations later, if, after all the alternatives considered, the by-then-veteran still wanted koledge.
That was then. This is now. The Services have changed - feminized, Woked, become a Petri Dish for social engineering and medical experimentation. Lives were ruined, with 16-year soldiers ordered to take the genetic-editing Jab or be court-martialed.
And America has changed, too. It's not the country we were fighting for. Maybe it never was - Korea was a pointless slog; Vietnam was a war without focus or strategy; and of course, the Hearst war in Cuba - but never before our own time have the troops SO OPENLY been used as sacrificial grist for the MIC, to justify more money-printing, more empowering of midwit Political Elites and enriching of the Globalist investor classes.
My childhood was a series of toy soldiers, G.I.Joe’s, and child sized rifles, playing army with the rest of the kids in the neighborhood. I still have a photograph of my six-year-old self with my friend Butch Lewis, me dressed in my uncle’s paratrooper gear and him wearing his father’s Marine Corps helmet, smiling broadly on the driveway, miniature versions of our future selves.
A little more than a decade later I was in the 82nd Airborne as an infantryman and Butchy was a jarhead.
My whole family line was polluted with one legged men, battle scarred veterans and the walls of the houses hung with photographs of young, uniformed men who never came back at all. And still I joined.
Looking back as an old man now I can only hang my head in shame for having been so stupid, so gullible, so easily led to do things I can never make right because of a flag, or the dream of an America that has long ago ceased to exist. Whenever someone tells me thanks for your service, it stings.
There is a reason the system continues to run no matter how corrupt, how broken, how disreputable it becomes and that is the misapplied intentions of the young who want more than anything to simply be like the men in their own families and to defend the good lives their people made for them.
https://www.theburningplatform.com/2025/11/19/fighting-for-an-america-that-long-ago-ceased-to-exist/
As recently as 20 years ago, I'd say, when talking about kids who wanted to learn to do things, be someone, to consider joining the military. Any branch. The marines were, to my taste, a bit extreme; and we Navy types had a low opinion of the Air Farce (what we called it). But all of them offered some rudimentary career training, instructions on personal discipline (should have been learned years earlier, but...) and considerations later, if, after all the alternatives considered, the by-then-veteran still wanted koledge.
That was then. This is now. The Services have changed - feminized, Woked, become a Petri Dish for social engineering and medical experimentation. Lives were ruined, with 16-year soldiers ordered to take the genetic-editing Jab or be court-martialed.
And America has changed, too. It's not the country we were fighting for. Maybe it never was - Korea was a pointless slog; Vietnam was a war without focus or strategy; and of course, the Hearst war in Cuba - but never before our own time have the troops SO OPENLY been used as sacrificial grist for the MIC, to justify more money-printing, more empowering of midwit Political Elites and enriching of the Globalist investor classes.
My childhood was a series of toy soldiers, G.I.Joe’s, and child sized rifles, playing army with the rest of the kids in the neighborhood. I still have a photograph of my six-year-old self with my friend Butch Lewis, me dressed in my uncle’s paratrooper gear and him wearing his father’s Marine Corps helmet, smiling broadly on the driveway, miniature versions of our future selves.
A little more than a decade later I was in the 82nd Airborne as an infantryman and Butchy was a jarhead.
My whole family line was polluted with one legged men, battle scarred veterans and the walls of the houses hung with photographs of young, uniformed men who never came back at all. And still I joined.
Looking back as an old man now I can only hang my head in shame for having been so stupid, so gullible, so easily led to do things I can never make right because of a flag, or the dream of an America that has long ago ceased to exist. Whenever someone tells me thanks for your service, it stings.
There is a reason the system continues to run no matter how corrupt, how broken, how disreputable it becomes and that is the misapplied intentions of the young who want more than anything to simply be like the men in their own families and to defend the good lives their people made for them.
to get by. Find out what shelter and food costs are...acceptance by the population etc. etc. I'd planned to tour the northern Mexican states, by dirt bike. Starting January 2020.
