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My grandfather was in WWI.  My Dad was in the army.  My mother was in the Women's Auxiliary Corps.  My uncle served in the South Pacific in WII.  And my stepfather was in the Marines at Pearl Harbor.  Forty years later, my mother took him back.  He didn't want to go.  Too many bad memories.  But he was glad he went.  It closed so much for him.
 

I have issues with the military.  It is all about war.  Wasted money, wasted lives.  We are always in one war or another.  The innocent believe their country is at risk.  News has historically been withheld from most of us.   People go because they love what our country stands for. 

The latter isn't true too much anymore.  It pains me to say that.  We have a lifetime, a history of being lied to.  I grieve deeply for the families whose lives are forever changed because those in power are too plain greedy. It is never enough for that kind of mentality.

Even the police are wearing military uniforms these days.  SWAT teams.  Storm troopers.  And I struggle thanking people for their service.  I want them safe.  Unharmed.  Un-served.  Home.

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