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Blog of the Year: Power Line
On my daily reading list for months now: http://powerlineblog.com/
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Posted by Bill Faith on December 21, 2004 at 06:58 AM | Permalink TrackBack Listed below are links to weblogs that reference Blog of the Year: Power Line:
Comments There was this kid who lived in Michigan in the 1930's. He was a troublesome child who always fought with other kids at school and was not at home very much, because he hung out with the bad boys that robbed houses and did all sorts of wrong things that got him in trouble with school and the law. Well, one day he robbed an old house that was being watched by a neighbor and he was caught and arrested. He had to then make an important choice in the principle's office. With his parents, the police, the principle and teacher telling him to choose either going to jail for the crime or to join the service. If he chose the service he would get a fresh beginning and start out with a clean slate on the right foot. He chose the service, of course. The year was 1943. He was just turning 18. Well, World War II was in the middle then and had 2 years to go yet. It was well underway. He was still getting in trouble though and would fight his fellow dogfaces-(*slang for soldiers) all the time, for no apparent reason and was nearly court marshalled for it. He thought he was tough, knew it all and he felt the service wasn't the best place for him to be. He thought, "What am I doing here?" He wasn't patriotic and didn't even believe in a God. So, he planned to escape and go A.W.O.L. His battalion was under Gen. Patton's command and were moving rapidly through German territory when they came to this open road where he sought refuge by, as they were being attacked from the "one o'clock position"-(from the forward right) He saw some guys fall and a few others were blown in the air not too far away to his right as he ducked into the hole he was in. He waited. Then he looked around and saw his chance. He ran across the road far to his left into the nearby forest and kept running until he collapsed from exhaustion. After a few hours of rest he moved on to a clearing and saw the end of the forest with open fields and mountains beyond. He ran to it and stopped suddenly in awe! He looked around in disbelief! Then took off his helmet and threw it hard into the same spot where he had fled from! He had run in a loop! He was right back where he started! Just then a man ran up from behind and startled him. It was a fellow soldier he had never seen before and he heard far away gun fire to his right again, like before only further away this time, as though they had advanced from the spot he was at earlier. The soldier said, "You better put your helmet on son, if you don't want your brains to become mud!" With a bright smile while he chewed gum and held his rifle pointing up, close and ready. He told the man that he had had enough of this crap and that he was going to run over into those woods across the way and that he couldn't stop him from deserting, because he was determined and he tried to sound real tough about it. Well, he started to get up to run away when this unknown soldier grabbed him by the arm. He shoved the unknown soldier back into the hole and continued to get up to run. The unknown soldier then grabbed his ancle which made him fall back into the hole and the soldier punched him dead in the face! He was stunned for a few seconds and saw that the soldier did what he said he was going to do. He ran from the hole across the road and was heading into the very same wooded area that he was going to hide in. Well, shots rang out, loud! An enemy machine gun unit was right in line with the soldier's flight. He fell nearly cut in half from his dauntless dash into enemy fire. The same exact place that he himself was going to run, moments before that unknown soldier knocked him out. He was shocked! That soldier saved his life! Why?! What just happened?! he thought. Then he heard firing from behind and it was his own platoon coming back around to attack those who just killed that unknown soldier who saved him in such a strange manner. Now, it was like he never left that spot, as they were glad to see he was still alive and thought that he was bravely fighting the Germans all this time. He was commended and promoted for holding his position that he actually ran away from earlier. But, when that unknown soldier punched him he had grabbed his dogtags in that brief scuffle and found them later on, in the mud, nearby, where they had fought. He kept them and found out the man's name that had saved him from a certain death. He was then sent home a few weeks later for being wounded in his right leg in another attack and got the Purple Heart for saving five men from being blown up by stopping them from entering a minefield. Well, he was amazed how he felt after all that. He started to believe more and to feel respect towards his fellow soldiers and yes, towards his country too, for the first time in his entire life. Now, back at home he was in the Veterans Day Parade in his small town, in 1947, two years after the war and saw all the people lined up on both sides of the street to wave their small flags and some even saluting as he marched by. He had left the Army as a corporal. They were yelling "God Bless You", and other nice, patriotic things in appreciation for their service, as they prepared to put flags upon the graves of those who served in other wars and of those wo had fallen in battle from World War II. They placed flags on each gave as though they knew them personally. Taking moments to remember their own events, as some wiped away tears, others just stood fast and swallowed the hard lump in their throats in sorrow and commenced cleaning off their headstones readying to place on the flags. When all the headstones had flags standing next to each of them, the people were starting to drift back to their cars to leave. But, He noticed, in the olde cemetary, next to the one they were in there were a few people placing flags on tall, white headstones from another time past. He went there and saw that flags had been placed on each grave and started reading the names and the years they died. These too were soldiers, from another age. From the Civil War. He had one flag left in his hand and he looked around to see, if there were any headstones missed. He was walking to the back of the olde cemetary when he stopped and suddenly felt a cold chill go up his spine just as his eyes caught the sight of one lonely headstone which was broken at the top and tilted to the right, the way it must have settled over time. The only headstone that had no flag. So, he went over and upon kneeling on his good knee he started brushing the name clean. He fell back in amazement and his eyes and mouth opened wide! For the name on the headstone was the same that was on the dogtags from the unknown soldier that saved his life that day several years ago. It read; "Here Lies A Soldier Who died Bravely For His Fellow Man". Civil War, 1863. Posted by: JeffandKim | Dec 21, 2007 1:53:02 PM TBI Veteran 2-02-02 Written by Peter Macdonald 465 Packersfalls rd Lee NH 03824 603-659-6217 A sad story of a child leaving high school in 1970 at 17 to become a U.S. Marine and go off to a conflict. A four year tour with 31 months overseas, 8 convoys as American Advisor delivering surplus supplies to friendly camps in Thailand, Laos and Cambodia and three disabling injuries, two were received during separate combat support missions. This now 100% disabled Veteran returns to New Hampshire with total amnesia from a traumatic brain injury received during his tour. How does one understand family, friends, and a life where commands and orders do not guide your life? Is it possible to live where killing is the norm, then be dropped into a civilized society and survive? I so much wanted to see what other Marines would describe as “Back in the World” that I slide into drugs, alcohol and college. Finely one day I started volunteering helping others to relieve my guilt of coming back alive. Volunteering made me realize that maybe helping others would eventually stop the need for war. Volunteering at the least allowed me to say thank you to those that never came home. I learned to believe so much in the American system of government that getting involved became a passion. I volunteered on zoning board, and many others. I ran for elected local and state office. I volunteered in the court system, police projects, schools, hospitals and many more learning and reassuring my self I will some day be like others. Helping even strangers on the street, or in the communities with domestic problems, housing or other difficulties in every day life is an every day event for me. I was raised in Alton NH but to this day I do not remember any part of life there. I do not look disabled which places doubt in others minds. I have accepted the fact that I must struggle every day to attempt to understand situations around me. I realize that from the day that I set foot back in the “world” that I was different from others because I had no emotions toward others. Not in the fact that I could not feel love and affection but that I could kill or accept other’s pain with out it interfering with my ability to complete my mission. I under stood that I did not belong in a civilized society. I moved out of Alton because people knew me and I had no idea whom they were. People in Alton could not accept this once wild child now had a broken back and lose of hearing which I hide for fear of being rejected. I learned while in the Marine Corps that I was giving my life for the Constitution of the United Sates and equal treatment of the law to all. A Madbury NH family called my house in Lee NH to ask for help in 1999. They had a zoning issue and had read my letters to the editor in the newspapers. This family was so desperate because the local selectmen were using their lively hood “Family business” as a means to seek revenge against this family. This fact turned out to be true. In helping them, Judge Peter Fauver committed 29 or more Constitutional crimes to inflict pain and suffering on this family. I to this day have not stopped helping this family. The newspapers censor the facts in direct violation or our Constitution. The courts and government have inflicted so much pain and suffering on my family, people wonder why I do not stop helping people that were strangers to me. I learned to allow the courts and government to inflict pain and suffering on any one individual can not be tolerated. It does not matter that the people of the United States of America have been deceived by false facts printed in the news to harm my character in the public eye. I learned in the Marine Corps that we the people must correct the wrongs of government as a means to keep our nation strong. The director of the NH VA medical care Mark Levenston stopped my VA medical in an effort to aid the NH government officials and judges to stop my free speech. My biggest conflict to understanding life back here in the world is accepting the atrocious acts that I committed as a U.S. Marine. It is not the fact that I did, what I did. It is that I do not feel guilty for killing a child while in the “Bush” to retrieve my weapon and escape. I have no memory of any good while I served. I remember the hot lonely nights waiting hour after hour for mission to begin. I remember riding on convoy where no one else spoke American and I knew that tomorrow would not be here. I remember hoping to live long enough to see what “Back in the World” was like. I have so far lived a great life. NH has taken my freedom, and much more to prevent me from exposing wrongs in government that need to be corrected. The news media censors a 100% disabled U.S. Marines words to aid the criminal actions of a few trusted government officials and judges. I can not under stand how the news or any other United States citizen can allow medical care to be used to shut up a 100% disabled Veteran. The news highlights the politicians claims during election time to the need to place more help to the returning Veterans. I know to this day there are WWII veterans alive that are still asking for help with their service connected disabilities. These are the children that went off to fight for our Constitution. Mark Levenston, Judge Fauver NH governor Lynch and many others committed crimes against the peace and dignity of the United States. The NH Government, courts and news media with the help of the VA have knowingly harmed a disabled Veteran for self gain. Worse is that our courts, government and news media do this to many returning Veterans. Now do you under stand why this is a Sad Story. Go to ww.veteranstoday.com and read this and many more sad stories. Peter Macdonald Sgt USMC Semper FiPosted by: Peter | Feb 2, 2008 3:57:57 PM Post a comment |
