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I remember being told by an acquaintance in high school when she found out I was joining "You're gonna die.". Always stuck with me especially the times I nearly did (physically). Kinda wish I could cross paths with her and say something clever to remind them what they said and despite it all I'm carrying on. Oh and then there's the random hag within my first three years in that asked me "What it's like being a baby killer?"..out at Walmart and no provocation. Just shopping. Probably wearing a military hat or something and they jumped at that opportunity. As for the "Thank you for your service" I appreciate folks that take the effort to do this and it keeps me going. Usually respond either "I appreciate your support."

SharpShooter345

I hope I never have to hear someone call me a baby killer. The assault charge would be tempting..

Anonymous

Until recently I'd never experienced it, but not too long ago on another public forum, upon learning of my veteran status, some edgy shit-stirrer literally accused me of being a "welfare queen" and propping up my status even though I didn't fight for anything, I don't deserve anything and all I did was function as a corporate shill overseas. That was a first. Doesn't matter though; I know what I've done. I've never gotten upset at people who say "thank you for your service". They're wishing me well when they say that; why would I take offense? That's like an atheist (which I used to be) getting offended when someone who's a Christian says "I'll pray for you". If it's spoken sincerely, and not as a provocation, it's a gesture of goodwill. Even though I don't share your theology, I appreciate the intent and I would never disabuse you of your right to convey your goodwill to me in any manner you see fit. And for the record, my service ran from 1993-2013. Which means I spent 8 years in the "Peacetime Army". In those 8 years, I was told "thank you for your service" a grand total of two times, and I remember where I was both times it happened. I accepted it graciously, just as I do now, but bc it wasn't a kneejerk thing we were socially conditioned to blurt out then as it is today, those first two were just a little more special to me. The one thing I wish more than anything else is for EVERYONE (civilian, veteran or actively serving) to stop assuming my political affiliation solely on the basis of my veteran status. Just because I'm a veteran doesn't mean I vote a particular way, and who the hell are you to assume either way? Concurrent with that, another thing I hate is when I'm in a political discussion with someone whom I know is on the opposite side as I am, and while they (mistakenly) believe I'm on the same side as them, my veteran status automatically confers upon me instant credibility, presumably because, having served, my perspective is deserving of respect and consideration in a manner a civilian would never receive- yet, upon learning of my political affiliation AFTER all the "respect" I'm due as a veteran has been affirmed and offered, suddenly my being a veteran doesn't matter, I don't know what I'm talking about and my perspective doesn't mean a thing. In fact, I had an incident with someone I THOUGHT was a friend that really bothered me. Her late husband (whom I'd befriended when he was still alive) was a WWII-Vietnam veteran & West Point alumni. Because she mistook me for being on the same side politically as the two of them, she was friendly and welcoming to me. Until this incident, a few years after her husband had died, she happened to find out that I don't support the side she does. All of a sudden I was scum of the earth, I betrayed my oath and I'm a traitor to America. It's like, where did all this come from? But it's ok. During that conversation, I argued my case and, like any good lawyer, got her to basically admit that she's a racist. My last words were akin to "isn't it a shame, your husband went overseas to fight literal fascists, in support of Democracy, and yet all this time, he was married to a fascist. How do you sleep at night?" She said something rude in response & I just dismissed her with the well-deserved "Whatever, bye Felicia".