Repetitive letters 11-2-08

Repetitive letters 11-2-08
Peter Macdonald 465 Packersfalls Rd Lee NH 03824 603-659-6217
Repetitive letters that some times are confusing and some times do not make since. I would like every one that reads this particular letter to think as a 17 year old Marine on foreign soil with no memory at all of his family or country. A U.S. Marine that suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury just after boot camp and because of a government mistake this Marine was sent to a conflict instead of receiving a medical discharge. A child whom spent the next 31 months learning, just how to survive in a world that made no since. A child that survived two Vietnam offensives moving MCAS bases. A Marine that did eight convoys as American Advisor across Thailand, Laos and Cambodia delivering surplus supplies to friendly camps deep in the “Bush”. A U.S. Marine that came home to a country that he did not belong. A Marine that killed before he had any memory of kissing his first “round eyed girl”.
People across the U.S. read my letters but do you understand what I am saying. Is it repetitive to try to correct the wrongs in government. The U.S. government stopped my medical care for combat related injuries. The VA is trying to silently get rid of me. Your first thought is going to be, this person is paranoid or needs help. The person in charge of the VA in NH told me to kill my self. I sit here this very moment in so much pain it is almost unbearable, but I will still volunteer to help others setting my pain aside. The Boston Globe told me in writing to commit suicide before writing another letter to the editor. The NH governor Lynch sends the state police to tell me to commit suicide. I am not paranoid. Yes I do see things differently than others. I trust that what I witnessed, learned, and committed on foreign soil was a belief in a nation where everyone is equal. A nation where the government is here to serve the people not dominate them. I stepped off a plane at San Francisco Airport to see a nation for the first time that I remembered. A girl spit on me and called me a baby killer. I accepted this as normal because I knew no better. I started a life that day in a world that I only heard others talk about. A world that I so much wanted to see and learn about. People read my letters but do nothing. The government has committed crimes here and people label me as paranoid and mental but leave me hanging. I have sub-standard, limited medical care so that the records provide the public with reason to stereo-type me as bad.
The VA assigned a Dr Dan to get into my head. Never mind the other three combat related injuries that cripple my daily life. Can I trust Dr Dan? This is kind of like the elected officials in NH telling me that what I am doing is right but they can not help because I am going against powerful people that someday they may need. Or like the newspapers harming my image in the public eye to interfere with the voters in a free election. I am not paranoid. I am a Veteran that society has rejected for what ever reason.
I have asked you to read this particular letter and think. I want you to think about all the Veterans that society forgets about or can not understand what made them like they are? The hopeful child that left school to join the military and came home a social reject, going no where in life. The Homeless Veteran living on the street that society looks down on. The veteran incarcerated for crimes that the silent demons of war gave society a reason to remove him from a society that he so much wanted to come home to. A society that calls what our speaking freely about is to repetitive to listen too or understand. I am a volunteer that helps others every day only to be scorned by a society that does not listen. I have violated no laws but society refuse to listen to my words describing government officials that have violated our Constitution. We are the Veteran’s that the newspapers hide from the public until a politician needs to create a false public since of trust. We are the Veterans that came home to a place that we do not belong. The United States of America.
Peter Macdonald Sgt USMC Semper Fi