Peter Has nothing to say 10-15-08

Peter Has nothing to say 10-15-08
Peter Macdonald 465 Packersfalls rd Lee NH 03824 603-659-6217
Most nights I wake up several times with the face of my first kill watching over me. Last night was different. I was awake most of the night thinking about what I did as a U.S. Marine trying to make sense out of why I am here. My actions at the time were what I believed to be normal life of every day citizens. All my life that I had any memory of, I was a U.S. Marine following orders and directions to fight for a country that was a blank in my mind. Right our of Boot Camp I received a traumatic brain injury which left me with no memory at all. Because of an Admin error when released from the military hospital I received orders back to active duty. I had the ability to learn things and fix what ever, with what ever was around me, once I new how the object worked. Other Marines just thought I was stupid because I had to ask about everything. What a 9/16 wrench was, how to write a letter, other things I would figure out my self. I had no social skills or knew how to enter-act with others. My most reoccurring memory over the 30 years plus since I came back from the conflict is that of waiting for the action to start. My squad and I would just sit on the side of the runway talking. I mostly listened because I had no life that I remembered back here to talk about. Other times my men would be scattered about just sitting waiting these times I would question my self. Will I ever get to see the U.S.? How great it would be to kiss a round eyed girl. Was I awake all night or am I still waiting and this is punishment for being a U.S. Marine? What is reality?
I learned, obeyed and believe we had laws that protected us all equally. While doing my 31 month tour overseas I was injured three more times on combat related missions. I volunteered for every thing in the MC, because I needed to learn. I rose to the rank of sergeant because of my ability and need to go where sent and do missions blindly believing everyone else did the same. I trusted what people told me because I knew no different. My most important dream was to see the U.S. just once before I died.
I came back and was spit on at the San Francisco airport and called a baby killer. I started volunteering as a civilian just to fit in and meet others, while learning the American civilian social skills. To this day I have not stopped volunteering. What I learned as a Marine is the foundation of why I believe in the U.S. This is why when a Madbury family called me because of a letter to the editor that I wrote I volunteered my time to help them. The NH supreme court which by law has to place the Constitutional rights of the individual about government control violated the law. Judge Peter Fauver knowingly with intent to harm individuals allowed the Madbury NH selectmen to use government powers for personal revenge against local residents that the selectmen did not like. The NH government got the VA to stop my medical care for combat related injuries because I will not stop volunteer helping this family. It is against the law for the NH courts and government to use the police and sheriff for retribution to stop my exposing the wrongs in government. The editors censor my opinion letters and interfered with my running for NH state senate. Elected officials tell me that they believe in what I am doing but refuse to help. I get hundreds of emails, phone calls and people on the street telling me they support and appreciate what I am doing but do nothing to help. The news media which informs the public refuses to acknowledge that I am alive unless it is to harm my character in the public eye. Did I really wake up at night or am I still in that benjo ditch.
Peter Macdonald Sgt USMC Semper Fi