U.S. Military Veteran Question 5-6-09

U.S. Military Veteran Question 5-6-09
Peter Macdonald 465 Packersfalls rd Lee NH 03824 603-659-6217
Volunteering is something that is a part of my life. Taking a thank you is ok but a gift or any other compensation is taboo to me. Understanding that other people have to work to survive there is no problem with doing a job, beside and with paid employees. Actually is that not what a volunteer is, some one to ease the work load with out increasing the budget. Volunteering every day is my selfish way to show respect to those that did not come back alive. You can call it luck or any thing else but why? Men far better in character and education died and a no body like me is allowed to come back with no reason allowed.
Everything has come to me. My experiences in the Marine Corps and after, far exceed that what others can conceive. I got a beautiful, intelligent, financially and socially responsible wife that loves sex and is totally in love with me. I have three great daughters with college and now their masters degrees. I have built, wire, plumbed houses, operate heavy equipment and trucks, been a lawyer and many other things. I have written two published books, but I can not remember things. I am 100% disabled with four separate disabilities from the MC. One of my injuries is TBI, a head injury. I do not remember a thing before I left for my 31 month overseas tour in nineteen seventy. My thoughts of the world being as was over there always had me asking why? From the smallest event to killing, every thing was new to me in life. Then the MC tells me that I am no longer a Sgt and dumps me into the world (NH). Killing is taboo and no longer is it my place to order others to do jobs. Round eyed woman are all around. People laugh when I dive for cover from the sound of loud noises or subspecies of peoples motions even of others not with us. Every thing is different and no one could tell me why? Volunteering to help others in the MC taught me social skills and educated me with out other questioning my motives
I started college when I first got back because education during my tour kept me going. At UNH I learned how to volunteer in the local communities to learn about living in the U.S. Volunteering has allowed me to survive all these year trying to find the answer why? Many days I volunteer because I have that feeling as now. Coming back was a mistake, but how do I correct it. What I learned we fought for does not exist. What is reality? The obstacles in my world now question every thing that I learned. Judge Fauver is allowed to criminally violate the law. The NH supreme court covers up the crimes by Fauver. The NH government violates to constitution to stop my opinion letters versus protecting the people. The VA stops my medical care and pushes me to suicide. My attempts over the years question reality because they never succeed.
The pain in my head tells me it is time to go. I see the fatal eyes of that child as my bayonet drains his life. The world (U.S.) is a place that some day may be will accept me.
I will volunteer until the end because I came back alive with out reason. Volunteers are used freely.
Peter Macdonald Sgt USMC Semper Fi