An Open Letter to the Military Veterans

Dear brothers and sisters,

I am writing to you on this Veterans Day not as foe but as friend. I am penning these words with a heart toward convincing you that any commands you obeyed and the services you rendered were a detriment to you, your brothers and sisters, and all the people of the world. It is not my intent to be ugly, to shame, to condescend, or incite you to anger or the desire to hurt me. I only wish to connect with you on a humanitarian level, thus I humbly request your attention to my perspective, to my truth. With that said, the things I say will not be easy. They do not come easy, either.

Some of you will be reading this note from the confines of a wheelchair, from the safety and antiseptic ward of the hospital bed where you may be recovering from an explosion, from the shrapnel that pierced your flesh. Some of you may be processing tumultuous memories and nightmarish flashbacks with a therapist, as you are forced to relive the death of your comrades or the enemy insurgents you slayed heroically in combat. Some of you, luckily, may be reading from your home, recollecting about your time in wars long since past, about the pain and destruction embedded in an ebbing memory.

Just thinking about how you may have to receive this letter, about what you went through and what you may have done causes me anguish and anger. It causes me to recoil in terror. I can scantly imagine the inconceivable horrors of your experiences. It sends chills down my spine to envision the bombs, blood, guts, sweat, tears, dust, smoke, and bodies. The knowledge that you had to murder people or that people tried to murder you invokes a sadness in my being that I cannot find the words to describe. Perhaps I do not understand the nature of warfare and the language eludes me.

There is something I do perceive, however. I now realize a tragic fact. I understand what caused you to experience such grotesque madness, what compelled you to travel thousands of miles away at the behest of a politician to fight and die for America. I realize what put you in that wheelchair, brought you to the shrink, and what still troubles your war-torn heart and ravaged spirit. It is a difficult truth. But not one I suspect you were conscious of, or that you had the ability or permission to even consider.

The politicians who sent you to strange and foreign lands to kill did not have your interests at heart. They manipulated you, looked down on you. They did not have freedom in mind. They did not harbor love or appreciation for the people of the world. The politicians and special interests sent you to kill or die to further their ambitions, to line their pockets with money crafted at the altar of destruction. They did it in spite of your good will and love of country. They did it out of hate.

This, my brothers and sisters, is a grievance I cannot stand to tolerate. It is a heinous crime against everything good. It is something that brings such a nervous trembling to my soul that I can hardly type the words without weeping. So I implore you, the damage done to your body and mind were not the fault of the people living far away. The blame lies squarely on those who whisked you to the killing fields. They are murderous, anti-freedom demagogues. They would rather watch everything burn than promote and maintain liberty. It is time for you to stand tall and realize that you wreaked havoc on countries for the ploys of cowards who played on your desire for freedom and peace. But sadly, what they wanted instead was suffering and death—and you were their plaything, their pawn.

I respect you anyway. But I want you on the side of good now. I want you to realize what you have done, what the cost of the orders you obeyed was, and what you can do to heal. You can recover a smidgen of what has been lost by joining the ranks of good, by shunning the devils who call themselves leaders of the world. You can send the pain below and open your eyes to a whole new vista of freedom and truth. Now, reject the American government. Reject political hierarchy. Reject the insanity that comes with the idea that it is acceptable to murder other people by “following orders.”

It is true that you may never recover from all the physical and emotional wounds you received in the wars, but you can recover a sense of dignity and decency. You can put one step forward and say proudly and honestly that you will vie for real freedom and shun the warfare-state at every step, with every fiber of your being.

Thank you for reading. It was tough to write, but I hope that you will respond with positivity and acceptance. I hope that you can see things from my perspective, and that you can fully empathize with my concerns and compassion.

Sincerely,
Sterlin Lujan, the psychologic-anarchist

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12 comments

      1. Amazing plea for cooperative peace keeping. To have peace with each other we must eschew those who have shown consistently that their greed is valuable and that our lives are not.

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  1. Tell that nonviolence bs to ISIS. You really should relocate to where there is true anarchy, an Arab Spring Country would be good! You will beg for the US Constitution and the freedom and liberty it affords you.
    Praying on emotionally vulnerable veterans recovering from injury’s sustained in combat is disgusting.

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  2. Adam,

    As a Marine infantry veteran (first Persian Gulf War) and a PMC for the second, I took no umbrage from Sterlin’s article, nor did I read any “nonviolence bs (in the face of) ISIS” overtones in Sterlin’s article.

    Rather, I read an impassioned argument against violence by-proxy on behalf of the military industrial complex. The same military industrial complex that Major General (and two time Medal Honor winner) Smedley Butler railed against in his speech and book “War is a Racket.”

    True anarchy certainly doesn’t exist in “Arab Spring Countr(ies),” as anarchy means without rulers, not without rules.

    Nor did I see Sterlin’s article “Playing on emotionally vulnerable veterans…” but rather a plea to reason and turning away from being willing pawns in a global game not worthy of human sacrifice. One that could be waged in commerce rather than precious human lives.

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  3. I say let them come a take away our way of life, let the destroy America and be done with it! Why should all those men and women fight to save the U.S.? We should like like savages, let them beat and rape our women and children, let them tell us what God to serve, let them take us back to 2000BC. Let them tell us what to think! You can only be and say because of the freedoms earn in blood on the battlefield as you have no right in many other parts of the world and so I say go to those places and see how far your words and actions will take you! Which of you will stand when the call comes to support and defend? Who will pick up the stars and strips and never let it fall to the ground? who, no matter what will die for America and the ideals that still make millions want to even risk death to get to our shores….This is America and those who fought and will fight thank you! For the others America, love it or leave it!

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  4. Sterlin, you write excellent anarchist material. So honest.

    But, as you’ve discovered, we do not live in an honest world. As some of the negative comments imply, honesty is not a message many folks want to hear. Please do not take the naysayers personally.

    I suggest everyone read the works of the late Delmar England: “Insanity As the Social Norm”:

    http://www.anarchism.net/anarchism_insanityasthesocialnorm.htm

    and “Mind and Matters: The World in a Mirror”:

    https://commonsensical.liberty.me/mind-and-matters-the-world-in-a-mirror-by-delmar-england/

    An 81 year-old military draftee, I’m grateful none of my 4 boys (or 3 girls — they’re now wanting females to join the insanity and look forward to the prospective of gang-rape and murder and mayhem) have had to endure the military draft. As well as my many grand and great-grandchildren. It has taken me well over 60 years to recover from that insanity. To this day I am spooked whenever political holidays, marked by the shooting of fireworks to fondly memorialize war and murder, are practiced within my environment. Sudden motions or explosions will probably never again sit well with my psyche.

    You are indeed a messenger to the remnant: http://fee.org/articles/isaiahs-job/ . You do your job well. Keep up the good work, and do not be discouraged. Some of us are listening.

    And please: never, never, NEVER “thank-me-for-my-service”! I “served” nobody. I have recovered from that delusion and repented from the disservice in which I was an unwilling participant. Sam

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  5. The “love-it-or-leave-it” nerds might be cheered by the geometrically increasing number of individuals expatriating from what they’re calling “The U.S.” to other parts of the world. Only to discover, I’m ‘feard, when they arrive at their destinations, that groups of psychopaths organized under that brainless abstraction called “the state”, or “government”, will be awaiting their arrival wherever they land. And those groups will metastasize and grow (and tax) in proportion to the number of ignoramuses who support them. Patriotism knows no bounds.

    You can run, but you cannot hide. Watch this video by our old and late friend, Carl Sagan:

    Sam

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  6. I suspect my previous and first comment got scuttled due to my cyber illiteracy. So, I’ll attempt to reconstruct it here (don’t get old). And if it is in the “awaiting moderation” bin, please remove one of them:

    Sterlin, you write good and enlightening material. But, as you’ve discovered by the comments, there are few who wish to hear truth and honesty. Please do not take their nay-saying as a personal affront. From your writing, I know you better than that, but felt the need to write it nonetheless.

    I am an old (81) military draftee — grateful that none of my 4 sons or 3 daughters have had to endure that insanity. Or any of my many grand and great-grandchildren. They’re now wanting girls to “serve” (what an ugly euphemism) and to look forward to the prospective of gang-rape, murder and mayhem concomitant with all wars everywhere — throughout the history of mankind. After well over 60 years I am still spooked by the promotion and practice of political holidays, where they encourage everybody to shoot off firecrackers to justify and to fondly memorialize their ghastly wars. Sudden motions, noises or explosions will never again sit well with my psyche.

    I urge you to read the works of the late Delmer England — “Insanity As the Social Norm”

    http://www.anarchism.net/anarchism_insanityasthesocialnorm.htm

    and “Mind and Matters: The World in a Mirror”:

    https://commonsensical.liberty.me/mind-and-matters-the-world-in-a-mirror-by-delmar-england/

    You are indeed a messenger to the remnant:

    http://fee.org/articles/isaiahs-job/

    Do not shy away from your good essays. And, please — never, never NEVER “…thank-me-for-my-service…” I did not “serve” anybody. I have finally repented from my disservice that is associated with all wars everywhere. Sam

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