Even I was moved by the Jessica Lynch story. I wasn't cynical about it like I was with the death of Pat Tillman. But I should have been. Her bones were broken in a crash during battle, but she was not shot and stabbed during her rescue. In fact, hospital staffers had tried to hand her over to American troops before the "raid", which involved NO Iraqi soldiers. She didn't fire any shots, as had been reported, because her gun was jammed with sand. She was uncomfortable with the military publicizing her story (though she helped quite a bit). When she asked about inaccuracies they were attributed to the media outlets. Exactly what happened to her is still being investigated.
Evidence has been destroyed in the Pat Tillman case. Witness statements were changed. His family was told that he was killed heroically in battle when, in actuality, he was shot to death by our own troops.
If our government lies to us about our heroes, doesn't it stand to reason that they are lying to us about other things, whether they're related to the war or not? Why aren't we having a SERIOUS debate about the impeachment of both President Bush and Vice President Cheney?
Friday, April 27, 2007
It's Too Late to Make it Right
To Doc,
What happened at VT reminded me of "the incident" a few years ago. None of us ever really talked about it, or him, after that summer. I imagine he's in prison in WV somewhere, or in some sort of a mental institution (which is where he belonged in the first place). Strange that the military didn't catch that before he killed someone (with a rifle he bought at Wal-Mart). And set his car on fire to fake his own death. And almost got away with it.
I was surprised that you didn't bring it up when we talked the other day. It seemed so relevant to what has been happening. Instead our conversation was all about the war. After 3 years of just listening to you spout propaganda and tell me that you were defending me and fighting for my freedom I finally had to say something, which was hard because I knew when I finally opened my mouth it would be the last time we ever spoke.
I just couldn't let you go on pretending that you're doing this for us. Not now that you're home and don't need to keep believing the lies they've been feeding you just so you can get through the day. You were not "defending your country". There's nothing to defend it from. I've been asking you for 3 years to explain the threat to me and not once were you able to do so. You were not "fighting for my freedom". More of my freedoms have been lost than gained over the course of this war, so if you want to defend freedom, you best do it here where we're actually losing it, not in the Middle East where it was never really an issue.
It is because I love you that I cannot support this war, a war that we have already lost. It is because I still believe in what we were taught - to serve, to protect, to defend - that I have to walk away. How are you serving the people of this country by fighting a war you know nothing about for a President who wasn't really elected in the first place? What, other than oil fields, are you protecting? If you are overseas, how, exactly, are you defending our country? And please don't give me the "we're fighting them there so that we don't have to fight them here" speech that we all know is bullshit. I want your life to mean something, and if it can't be avoided, I want your death to mean something. A person who is willing to give his life for his country is too precious to waste on just any old cause. You are worth more than that. You deserve to know what you are fighting for.
You asked me to put myself in your shoes. I didn't do that. Instead I put my son in them. And as I imagined him standing in front of me in a soldier's uniform, it hit me: this war and this President has robbed me of something so important, so meaningful, that once it is lost it may never be regained - my pride in my country. I am not proud of what you've done. I have not been proud of anything that has come out of this nation politically since President Bush got into office, and I don't have much hope that things will be that different once he's gone. I do not want my son to be a soldier. I barely want him to be an American. I thought of you and I looked at him and I realized - I don't want him to be anything like you - a man who follows what he believes so blindly that he will allow and encourage others to fight and die for it, even though he cannot tell them why.
I'm glad you're home. I'm glad you're safe. I'm sorry that my position on the war is so distasteful to you that we can no longer be friends, especially when we've already lost so many to something so pointless. I have lost my faith, brother. I have lost my pride. Hope is all that remains.
What happened at VT reminded me of "the incident" a few years ago. None of us ever really talked about it, or him, after that summer. I imagine he's in prison in WV somewhere, or in some sort of a mental institution (which is where he belonged in the first place). Strange that the military didn't catch that before he killed someone (with a rifle he bought at Wal-Mart). And set his car on fire to fake his own death. And almost got away with it.
I was surprised that you didn't bring it up when we talked the other day. It seemed so relevant to what has been happening. Instead our conversation was all about the war. After 3 years of just listening to you spout propaganda and tell me that you were defending me and fighting for my freedom I finally had to say something, which was hard because I knew when I finally opened my mouth it would be the last time we ever spoke.
I just couldn't let you go on pretending that you're doing this for us. Not now that you're home and don't need to keep believing the lies they've been feeding you just so you can get through the day. You were not "defending your country". There's nothing to defend it from. I've been asking you for 3 years to explain the threat to me and not once were you able to do so. You were not "fighting for my freedom". More of my freedoms have been lost than gained over the course of this war, so if you want to defend freedom, you best do it here where we're actually losing it, not in the Middle East where it was never really an issue.
It is because I love you that I cannot support this war, a war that we have already lost. It is because I still believe in what we were taught - to serve, to protect, to defend - that I have to walk away. How are you serving the people of this country by fighting a war you know nothing about for a President who wasn't really elected in the first place? What, other than oil fields, are you protecting? If you are overseas, how, exactly, are you defending our country? And please don't give me the "we're fighting them there so that we don't have to fight them here" speech that we all know is bullshit. I want your life to mean something, and if it can't be avoided, I want your death to mean something. A person who is willing to give his life for his country is too precious to waste on just any old cause. You are worth more than that. You deserve to know what you are fighting for.
You asked me to put myself in your shoes. I didn't do that. Instead I put my son in them. And as I imagined him standing in front of me in a soldier's uniform, it hit me: this war and this President has robbed me of something so important, so meaningful, that once it is lost it may never be regained - my pride in my country. I am not proud of what you've done. I have not been proud of anything that has come out of this nation politically since President Bush got into office, and I don't have much hope that things will be that different once he's gone. I do not want my son to be a soldier. I barely want him to be an American. I thought of you and I looked at him and I realized - I don't want him to be anything like you - a man who follows what he believes so blindly that he will allow and encourage others to fight and die for it, even though he cannot tell them why.
I'm glad you're home. I'm glad you're safe. I'm sorry that my position on the war is so distasteful to you that we can no longer be friends, especially when we've already lost so many to something so pointless. I have lost my faith, brother. I have lost my pride. Hope is all that remains.
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