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And, so, I wont be the one saying nice things about the dead today. The dead don't care what we think, or say, about them. The dead have done their deeds. They have lived their lives. For better or worse.

And every fallen soldier isn't a hero. Many who died were cowards. Many more were the ones who were stupid, who were foolish, and died therefore.

So I will put something together for the fallen WARRIORS. The ones whose sacrifices allowed the others to return home.

 The sheep dog is our wolf. The sheep dog, to me, is a wolf who is on OUR SIDE. And all of our enemies are well aware of this reality. Many in our society will attempt to white wash this fact. The ones who can't stand to see police doing anything aggressive. The ones who hate to see images of soldiers being brutal. These want to believe that OUR SIDE, and those who fight for us, are somehow above the ugly. But the truth is that in order to deal with the dirt of the world, those who would destroy and brutalize the innocent, we must employ those who wish to get dirty for us.

 And so it is. You are afraid. So you do not do things.

Warriors become afraid. Then they do something about that fear...

So what else is there for someone like me to say on this day? Really nothing. Talking to people who have been there done that a person who has not ever, truly been through anything extremely difficult in life pretends to understand. They will even go so far as to tell those who have been in war there own little life struggles as if the two things equate. 

Life struggles are on a continuum my friends. And, while yours may seem profound and vast TO YOU, they are nothing like war. Sure, they are your personal war. But they are not blood and guts war.

 And then there are those who will condemn the praise of the warrior as not nice, not Christian, not productive, and not peaceful enough.

First, and foremost, I don't care. Because where were you, with your nice, safe, opinions when I was doing 28 years in prison? 

When I was in a real life war zone, when I was fighting a real blood and guts war where were you then?

So lecture someone else about your version of pacifism. Project Jesus as a sissy onto the minds of everyone you talk to about faith and good to hide the fact that you are a coward. Cool with me. But don't think I don't know your type.

And don't think that the heroes who died so you can freely be the coward you are are not aware of what your criticisms of them are all about. They know just as much about you as all those who lived through war because of their sacrifices do.

If you want to cry on Memorial Day get at it.

I will celebrate the lives of the heroes I read about while I was in prison that inspired me to be a better person and find my path in life.

So there it is. In a world that is turning towards anarchy and political cowardice. In a world where the good are surrounded by evil each day they step outside. In a world where the forces of destruction and hate are being used by political manipulators in an attempt to tear down the foundations of freedom so that these same manipulators can obtain supreme control...it is important to remember the ones who gave it all.