August 26, 2007."I Believe: Aid My Unbelief!"

Question: Is there anyone else out there --aside from Nam vets-- who really understands what it is like to return from overseas, proud of your mission fulfillment but still mourning the loss of comrades, only to be told by the first people you meet that they "sure are sorry you lost the war.?" Seems like there are a lot of lotus-eaters around who do not yet understand what the "us" in U.S. means. Makes you want to gently raise the hand-wringers off the ground by getting a firm grip on the small of their stock. While you then have their undivided attention, you want to gaze into their beady little eyes and speak softly to them. You want to explain gently that the only thing most of the warriors lost in Nam was their faith in the folks back home. It is happening again, and it did not have to play out this way. Folks: If you don't want us to win your wars, then don't send us to fight them for you. Soldiers aren't allowed to choose the wars they fight. Pericles knew that, 2500 years ago. However, many of the appeasers and peace-at-any-costers should be grateful that we warriors also don't get a chance to choose for whom we fight. There are no good wars. But there are good soldiers. Most of us have shown most of you the value and cost of our blood, spilled so you can keep and nurture your illusions about a safer world. How many times will we be called to repeat the lesson? You really don't want to lose another war. Don't believe me. Believe the old folks who remember what it was like. Sign this: "Scipio Gibraltar "