Children will Lose. 6-14-09

Children will Lose. 6-14-09
Peter Macdonald 465 Packersfalls rd Lee NH 03824 603-659-6217
A deep opinion of something no one wants to hear. A repetitive opinion of pain and anguish of a life that does not exist. Sympathy has nothing to do with it. Real life seems to exist, it just can not be found. A society that wants everything but does not want to follow the rules as others. Imagine talking and no one hears you. Just look and see if ones own mind can live in a society and never really be here. You the people do not need to hear about my TBI. Never knowing what it is like to be a child in NH growing up with brothers and a sister. One day getting off a plane and being spit on and called a baby killer to think how nice it is to finally be back in the world (US) and welcomed home. It is as if I have everything and can not get out of the benjo ditch in the bush. Was I really a U.S. Marine? Did I come back or read it in the Stars and Stripes?
I went to a graduation party and talked with a lot of people. My questions and participation the entire day were never responded to. My grown children and wife did as they wish never hearing what I was saying. I went to watch the baseball game to think if reality was here. Writing letters is something that I learned because the MC came out with an order that Marines had to write home once a month. I talked to people through the mail for thirty one months that I had no memory of. Writing letters became easy but remembering what I said never happen. Following orders was what I did because there was nothing else. The graduation party was like distance was coming between my mind and the reality of being a U.S. Marine. These children most if any will never serve in the military. All at this party have been accepted to college. My talking at the graduation party was like mist blowing in the air.
Killing is wrong but as I stand here watching this child fall to the ground pride overwhelms my mind. I wipe the bayonet off, pick up my M-16 trying to decide if going back to the camp fire and killing the other two or get the convoy moving again. I run through the darkness of the bush to the friendly village and silently wake the drivers to move the convoy. The deep opinion of a demented mind where is it. Can this be a repetitive letter or a letter in the mind of a Marine waiting to die in a benjo ditch?
The Veterans administration does not hear my complaints of illegal actions by them. State and Federal elected officials do not hear my words of criminal acts by judge Peter Fauver and others. The police State and local use harassment to silence my opinion violating what we are over here to prevent. Newspapers silence my opinion as if the U.S. Marine Corps is to be used and extinguished before coming home. The NH governor charges me money to talk with him but it does not happen. I am in a world that I do not belong.
Can the mind of a U.S. Marine be extinguished by the editors censoring what we really are? Marines are created to do a job and society can not accept that we exist. The children will lose because that is where Marines come from (Your Child)
Peter Macdonald Sgt USMC Semper fi