After watching documentaries on Viet Nam all morning, I am thinking about American Foreign policy and my life as it winds down. The first lottery draft happened in December 1969. I was a senior in high school and had registered for the draft at 16 and because I was a high school student my draft card said 1-s. It was a high school student deferment. I had been working since I was 14 and had saved up enough for all my room and board at a state University for a year and a half, and when the first December lottery happened, because I was a high school student I did not pay much attention thinking it applied to much older people. Well my birthday was December 4, 1951 and I had just graduated from high school in June and was working 60 hours a week saving for college when the July draft was announced. I did not think I was old enough to be in that draft because all my friends who were in my grade, were not in that lottery, but when I got home and they mentioned people born in 1951 was in this lottery I was totally surprised. My high school deferment had passed and my new draft card was 1a and I realized that I might get drafted. I got the number 305, and they were only going to 100, and I realized I would probably not be drafted.
I look back at how utterly stupid our presence was in Viet Nam as we expended twice the armaments we did in WWII giving record profits to MIC. I think of these kids no different than me going up hamburger hill and being killed and maimed, only to desert the hill in a week as the VC just retook the same. It was insanity. Yet, those who by the luck of a lottery did not go see it as an insane waste of humanity, and those who went see it as defending America. I thought about T today. He did not find what he did in Viet Nam as honorable. He was the exception. Yet, we honor people who fight wars and in that process we sanctify war. I listened to heart wrenching stories of returning vets being yelled at by demonstrators, but the truth is that the millions of innocents we killed for absolutely no strategic reason concerning the defense of America were killed by American kids.
Today we can hear the propaganda. The attempts to make China an aggressor. The attempts to stoke the war drums with Korea. We have never been a more vulnerable nation in the last 100 years because of this insistence to kneel and worship all things military while the MIC makes record profits by more sophisticated and complex weapons. As I look back over the last 65 years nothing is more clear than the need to stand against the militarization of this nation. We are becoming less safe, and we threaten the entire world with death and destruction of civilization. It is not easy to announce these opinions among friends and neighbors, because a person will be attacked, but the time has come to speak the truth despite the consequences, the insanity must stop.
I look back at how utterly stupid our presence was in Viet Nam as we expended twice the armaments we did in WWII giving record profits to MIC. I think of these kids no different than me going up hamburger hill and being killed and maimed, only to desert the hill in a week as the VC just retook the same. It was insanity. Yet, those who by the luck of a lottery did not go see it as an insane waste of humanity, and those who went see it as defending America. I thought about T today. He did not find what he did in Viet Nam as honorable. He was the exception. Yet, we honor people who fight wars and in that process we sanctify war. I listened to heart wrenching stories of returning vets being yelled at by demonstrators, but the truth is that the millions of innocents we killed for absolutely no strategic reason concerning the defense of America were killed by American kids.
Today we can hear the propaganda. The attempts to make China an aggressor. The attempts to stoke the war drums with Korea. We have never been a more vulnerable nation in the last 100 years because of this insistence to kneel and worship all things military while the MIC makes record profits by more sophisticated and complex weapons. As I look back over the last 65 years nothing is more clear than the need to stand against the militarization of this nation. We are becoming less safe, and we threaten the entire world with death and destruction of civilization. It is not easy to announce these opinions among friends and neighbors, because a person will be attacked, but the time has come to speak the truth despite the consequences, the insanity must stop.