US Military Christmas 12-18-08

US Military Christmas 12-18-08
Peter Macdonald 465 Packersfalls rd Lee NH 02824 603-659-6217
I do not remember much of yesterday. I helped a friend fix his broken trucks and snow plows. It was like I was in a repair shed on some isolated base fixing aircraft recovery gear. The day was long and cumbersome, as is every day. I would see or hear something about Christmas being just around the corner and a deep loneliness would take over my body. Dreams of seeing someone “round eyed girl” that wrote me letters every day or wake up in a house with a real bed. The wishes and wants would be so deep, yet the loud noises of the jets being launched or stopped would bring me back to reality. A single sniper shot rings in a distance to put the convoy’s attention to the thought of death. For the entire year I do not remember what Christmas is like the year before. Each year I camouflage the loneliness as not to ruin others belief’s, but my memory takes me back through every one since then during this week. I do not remember the events just the years of loneliness and isolation when so much is around me to remember during the Christmas season.
I write letters. My letters supposedly are read by many, many people. Reality is that no one exists because nothing changes. There are no people in white hats that stop the criminals in black caps. We have no Constitution that protect the people from government wrongs. Our society is not equal protection of the law for everyone because elected officials have to much power. Cop killers get the death sentence while criminal judges, government officials and cops get a slap on the writ. Prosecutors violate the Constitution with the judges permission because the courts are biased and believe the defendant is guilty so what is the harm. The newspapers tarnish the character of innocent people to help make society agree with wrongful government actions. It just depends on whom you know. I write these letters home because they allow me to live in a dream world that does not exist where I am at.
My letters are this Marine’s way of telling the world enough is enough. If judge Peter Fauver committed crimes against the people he must be stopped. The Madbury NH selectmen used government powers to seek and get revenge on local residents for personal reasons. The VA stopped my medical care. NH locked me up as a terrorist in jail. I am 100% disabled! Do I exist? I have volunteered to help fellow Marines out because someone has to care. I believe that I volunteer to help other U.S. citizens out every day because I want to believe that what so many died fighting for, (OUR FREEDOM) will not be in VAIN. I do not remember because I have no idea if this night mare will ever end. I have violated no laws. My only shame in life is the loneliness that I remember during this joyous time of year.
I HOPE AND PRAY THAT THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA DOES EXIST AND SOME DAY I GET TO COME HOME TO HER.
Peter Macdonald Sgt USMC Semper Fi