Post #454833

As a child I lived in fear of going to war for a country that didn't give a shit if I lived or died. My grandfather and great uncle did their part in fighting Germany, and Japan. My eldest uncle went to Korea, two middle uncles went to Vietnam, and an older cousin went to Iraq the first time and my brother served the second. All of them came back jacked in the head. All of them came back to a country that flew flags and thanked them for their patriotism only to forget them when they needed the most help. I hope these fucking people who were more concerned with bathrooms, their finances, and status are hit the hardest by having to send their precious snot bags overseas to fight a desert. I feel for the kids, surely. However, if pain is a teaching moment to them, let it hurt like a motherfucker.