“In our new age of terrifying, lethal gadgets, which supplanted so swiftly the old one, the first great aggressive war, if it should come, will be launched by suicidal little madmen pressing an electronic button. Such a war will not last long and none will ever follow it. There will be no conquerors and no conquests, but only the charred bones of the dead on an uninhabited planet.”-- William L. Shirer, The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich: A History of Nazi Germany
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CAUTION: With Vladimir Putin threatening use of nuclear weapons, I thought republishing this to be timely. What you about to read is considered by the author, me, to be a random act of bloviating. Continue at your own peril, or run away. Personally, I'd run... and don't look back.
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The Air Force isn't built to fight on the ground. As the name would evidence, we take the fight to the air and carpet bomb the ground until it looks like the moon. When I was in, we also planned out the targets for hundreds of nuclear missile strikes and joked about being responsible for the life or death of millions of innocent women and children. "Post Traumatic Stress" is not just found on the battlefield. PTSD finds you sitting on the couch in your underwear at 2:00 a.m., wondering if the blast from the target you plotted missed the population center; was your plot better than the allowed tolerances? And, we have to consider the aircrews who have to deliver these weapons of mass destruction. PTSD? Yeah, buddy! Thank God we never had to prove our resolve.
There is also a question of whether what these people do is legal, lawful, moral, or even necessary. Well, are you alive, speaking English, and free? If so, thank God and shake the hand of a proud U.S. military vet. If you don't feel the gratitude, that is the right of opinion they fought, and died, for you to have, but you might want to consider saving face by simply closing your pie hole. Go shopping with your family feeling relatively safe in the notion that someone has paid, and is paying, for your precious freedoms by accepting a probable sentence in hell from almighty God for the actions they take to ensure you get to eat that Big Mac in peace, but don't whine about the actions of a few good men and women of whom, and what, you have no concept.
"Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post."-- Colonel Jessup, "A Few Good Men" (1992)
The philosophy Jessup espouses of why "those walls have to be guarded by men with guns" is, in my opinion, correct and more to the point. We need them and, if we want to admit it or not, we want them there. Hey, better them than you, right? After all, your taxes pay for their bravery, even if it doesn't pay for the aftermath of service; damage incurred to them mentally and physically for which, in all probability, a quick patch is applied prior to farming the wounded warrior out to pasture. But, then, this also should be of no concern, should it, with Obamacare and all. They carry, and ofttimes publicly display, these wounds as they do their metals, all rewards for a job well done (I find it disheartening that my military TRICARE pays less than the cost of pharmaceuticals, forcing many pharmacies not to accept it)
Pastor Tony spent 22 years with the United States Air Force Intelligence as a planner, analyst, briefer, instructor, and, finally, a senior manager. He spent 17 years, following his service career, working with the premier, world-renowned, Western Institutional Review Board helping to protect the rights of human subjects involved in pharmaceutical research.
Ordained 1n 2013 as an "interfaith" minister, he founded the Congregation for Religious Tolerance in response to intolerance shown by Christians toward peaceful Islam. As the weapon for his war on intolerance he chose the pen, and wages his "battle" in the guise of the Congregation's official online blog, The Path, of which he is both author and editor. "The Path" offers a vehicle for commentary and guidance concerning one's own personal, spiritual, path toward peace and the final destination for us all. He currently resides in Pass Christian, Mississippi, where he volunteered as the lead chaplain at a regional medical center.
Feel free to contact Pastor Tony: tolerantpastor@gmail.com