Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10.1 6/24/83; site decwrl.UUCP Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!burl!ulysses!allegra!bellcore!decvax!decwrl!dec-rhea!dec-pundit!black From: black@pundit.DEC (Don Black DTN 261-2739 MS: NIO/N9 Loc: Pole B6) Newsgroups: net.politics Subject: Reflections on Memorial Day Message-ID: <2339@decwrl.UUCP> Date: Tue, 28-May-85 15:11:51 EDT Article-I.D.: decwrl.2339 Posted: Tue May 28 15:11:51 1985 Date-Received: Thu, 30-May-85 07:17:39 EDT Sender: daemon@decwrl.UUCP Organization: DEC Engineering Network Lines: 114 I had the opportunity over this holiday weekend to participate in a Memorial Day ceremony in a small town in southern Maine. As I stood in the formation around the War Memorial and listened to the haunting, echoing Taps, I couldn't escape the memories of the good friends I knew from high school who would never again stand in a parade, who would never again salute the Colors, who would never again hear Taps, who would never again throw a baseball or lift a beer. The names which were read from the podium are all strangers to me, since I am not from the area originally. But those of us who have worn a uniform all share a kinship. The places and causes of death are all too familiar: Killed in action, Belleau Wood, 1918; Lost at sea, Guadalcanal, 1944; Died of wounds, Korea, 1953; In memorial, missing in action, presumed dead, Republic of Viet Nam, 1968. There but for the grace of God go I. The fellow next to me served under Westmoreland, in a Special Forces unit, originally twenty-five strong. Two came home alive. The other survivor is a quadraplegic. Back in '66, when Uncle Sam was handing out invitations to his party in Southeast Asia, there was a massive emigration of "Americans" to places like Canada and Sweden. Children of rich parentage found refuge in college with a 2-S draft deferment. (The last laugh is on me. Their taxes paid for my college under the GI Bill.) Protest was the "in thing" to do. I can still remember the night Harvard Square underwent Urban Renewal at the hands of a bunch of bearded wierdos. So off we went, some willing, some not. Some came back, some didn't. War is Hell, and very unfair. Back then, we all asked ourselves "Why?? This isn't our war. We weren't attacked. What is the interest of the US? Why can't we fight the way we were trained? Why can't we use our best weapons? Why won't they let us win?" Nobody wants to hear the answer. We weren't supposed to win. Not in World War I, not in World War II, not in Korea, not in Viet Nam, not in Central America, not in Lebanon, not anywhere, never. Oh, yeah, we beat the Kaiser and turned Germany into bankruptcy. Sure, we creamed the Nazis, Il Duce, and the Land of the Rising Sun. But did we really win? Or did we set ourselves up for a fate worse than death? We're still fighting in Korea, thirty-five years after the initial North Korean attack. (You don't believe me? Ask any troop who's been there recently.) We're there under the auspices of our good friends, the United Nations. We'll be there until Hell freezes over. Nope, we sure ain't involved in fighting in Viet Nam at the moment. The last live POW that Hanoi intends to release came home a decade ago. We won't see any more live ones, just some bags of assorted bones, and questions. Were they alive when they were captured? When and where did they die? Howcome it took so long to release the remains? How many more remains will be released? How many more men are still alive? The Viet Nam war did not end with the last chopper leaving the roof of the American embassy in Saigon. No, this time we brought the combatants home with us. The Immigration and Naturalization Service estimates that over 50% of the Viet Namese emigres are Communist Viet Cong sympathizers. And we willingly let these people onto our shores. Every war the United States has been involved in since the turn of the century has had only one reason: to further the causes of the One-World-Government, Internationalist Slave-Traders. Call them what you will, be it Council on Foreign Relations, Trilateralists, Bilder- bergers, Aquarians, Illuminati--they're all one and the same. They instigated World War I to gain control of Christian Russia. They needed the greater holocaust of World War II to enslave the rest of Christian Europe and Asia through the Hitler/Stalin/Mussolini/Hirohito coalition. Korea and Viet Nam were meant only to eliminate our will to fight for our own survival. Beirut only served as a negative reinforcement-- "See, GI? We can get you even in your fortresses. Why do you still try to fight us?" So today, when the knifepoint of Communist slavery is right in our belly, we do nothing to stop it from slicing our hearts out. And still we are being deceived. Nicaragua and El Salvador are getting the media attention, while the greater threat from a Communist Mexico is totally ignored. The Liberals are absolutely right when they say we should not intervene militarily in Central America. Our troops could better be used to seal our southern border. It is fairly obvious that we are being set up for an invasion of the American mainland by Communist forces. They are already infil- trating by the tens of thousands each night. What's to stop the Soviets from catching us in a four-way pincer movement? Airborne assault from Siberia into Alaska, from the USSR across the Arctic Ocean into southern Canada and the central US, by land into California, Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas, amphibious assault and air (helicopter) assault from Cuba into Florida and the Gulf states--it's a cinch, particularly if we happen to be engaged in some little Brush-Fire war across the pond someplace. But this time the Rockefeller/Rothschild Internationalist clique has made one fatal mistake. Those of us who survived the Viet Nam era have learned the lessons of warmaking all too well, lessons we will not easily forget. We will be more than happy to use our skills one more time to keep our Nation and People free. We remember, Mr. Rockefeller. We remember, Mr. Rothschild. We remember, you Trilateralists, Bilderbergers, et alia. And we say to you, "NEVER AGAIN!" --Don Black "...decwrl!dec-vax!dec-pundit!black" ************************************************************************ "Walk softly, Stranger, for here lies a dream." Epitaph on a Soldier's tomb, Berwick, Maine.