Prime's Worm Hole : On This Day 38 Years Ago

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

On This Day 38 Years Ago

On this day, thirty eight years ago....the war that never was and the war that never ended.....ended.

A long abandoned and barely speakable chapter in our nation's history finally came came to a close on this day thirty eight years ago, but it never really ended for those who were there and those who remained. A chapter in our history was closed on that day and just as soon forgotten, but nothing was ended for those who knew what had really happened and why. Theirs was a history that was forgotten by most who quickly moved on with their own lives, all but the forgotten who never forgot and never moved on. They couldn't

Forgotten by history were those who bled the lands of S.E. Asia red with their youthful blood. Forgotten too were those who returned in zipped up bags and tin coffins in the bellies of cargo transports. Forgotten too were those who were never recovered. Forgotten too were those who were left behind by the nation that they loved and pledged their lives to serve. The same nation that promised them to never forgot and never to leave them behind left them..

There were no honorable transfers of remains in their day. There were no thongs of those who cared to bring their broken and lifeless bodies home in honor. There were no long lines of veterans standing in solemness and respect for their ultimate sacrifice.

These forgotten of the past have each..... one and all...... been left to the memories of those who knew them and to the memories those who loved them. Only there in individual and isolated memories do they find peace and rest for their souls. Only there do they find love or understanding of the shared pain that a nation once mockingly looked past. The families who felt the pain of their loss and the families who knew the truth are their only testament. A testament of a nation that turned its back on its own and walked away. Only their families have a connection to understanding or any true thanks for their sacrifices.

Time has passed....... decades have faded by........ a monument has been built, but nothing has brought true solace to their souls or any dryness to the eyes of those who continue to weep for them and for each other.

They weep for those who were lost. They weep for those who were left behind. they weep for those who were forgotten. They weep for each other. As some have rightfully noted, they did not fight for country and cause, as much as they fought for each other. Hence their brothers and sisters are the only ones who truly know the pain of over forty years of the betrayal that they have shared.

It is fitting that the generation that came after finally awoke to the tragedy that had befallen the forgotten before them. It is fitting that this generation came to realize as a generation, that someone needed to step forward and thank those who had sacrificed so much of their own lives to insure that there would be a tomorrow. It is fitting that there are now those who recognize the old forgotten as they now greet them with a smile and a heart felt welcome home. The welcome home they never received back when there was the freshness of the wounds to their bodies and the wounds to their souls.

Kindness is always appreciated, even when delayed, but what was done can never be undone. It is something that must be lived with. Each day follows on as one footstep follows another. There is no recompense for those who were denied their honor by a generation now passed and passing. There is no means of repayment sufficient to salve the rawness of four decades of betrayal, but there is hope.

Hope springs eternal and the lessons learned from our forgotten has served to be the template of justice for the present. The ghosts of the past have risen and shouted in unison to the ghost of the present. NEVER AGAIN! Do not ever again allow this to happen to those who wear the uniform of this nation and bear the price of its battles on their bodies and on their souls.

Stand.....be counted......let this nation know that history will not repeat itself. At least not this dark history. Not as long as there are the few who remember. Not as long as there are those who were taught how to remember by those who were forgotten. Not as long as there are patriots on steel horses. Ready to stand and pay respect. To honor those who have gone before them to that peaceful rest that follows violent death. Patriot Guards stand ready to do that which should have been done for them. Patriot Guards stand ready to repay a respect that can only be earned. Strangers on steel horses remember, because there was a time when no one did.

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Prime's Worm hole

This is a place for me to muse about the issues that affect our world. My world and my country and my life in particular. I can say what I want to here and those who may stumble across my musings, are welcome to comment,or not. America is under siege. Everything this nation has ever represented, is now being torn asunder and crushed by the onslaught of egalitarian socialism. All morals and social values have been devolved into the belief that systemic racism, is the only underlying cause or reason for any societal ills in America. And that representation, is nothing but a Trojan Horse argument. A means of getting the egalitarian camel's nose into the tent. And now that it has been inserted? There is mayhem and anarchy and burning and looting all across America. And the only questions that remains to be asked and answered? Are these. When is enough enough and when will the American people call full stop and take the law into their own hands, to repel this socialist based attack on the Constitution and our personal freedoms.

Thinking

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then -- just to loosen up and be a part of the crowd.
Inevitably, though, one thought led to another and soon I was more than just a social thinker.

I began to think alone -- "to relax", I told myself -- but I knew it wasn't true.
Thinking became more and more important to me and finally I was thinking all the time.

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't help myself.

I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau, Muir, Confucius and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"

One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job."

"Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..."

"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!" "But Honey, surely it's not that serious." "It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver.

"You think as much as college professors and college professors don't make that much money, so if you keep on thinking, we won't have any money!"
She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama.

"I'm going to the library," I snarled
I headed for the library, in the mood for some John Locke. I roared into the parking lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors.

They didn't open. The library was closed.

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night.

Leaning on the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Emerson, a poster caught my eye, "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked.

This is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker.

I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.

I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me.

Today I took the final step...I joined the Democratic Party

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If you are able,
save them a place
inside of you
and save one backward glance
when you are leaving
for the places they can
no longer go.
Be not ashamed to say
you loved them,
though you may
or may not have always.
Take what they have left
and what they have taught you
with their dying
and keep it with your own.
And in that time
when men decide and feel safe
to call the war insane,
take one moment to embrace
those gentle heroes
you left behind.

Major Michael Davis O'Donnell
1 January 1970
Dak To, Vietnam

Captain Michael O'Donnell was lost in Cambodia on March 24 1970, while flying a UH1 rescue helicopter, trying to rescue an eight man LRRP team under attack in Cambodia. He was listed as MIA along with the eight he had attempted to rescue after his UH1 Huey was shot down by enemy fire. The official military report listed the eight as shot down 'non survivable' and 'non recoverable.'

Michael O'Donnell was submitted for the Congressional Medal of Honor for his actions that day. He was awarded the Distinguished flying cross, the Bronze Star, The Air Medal and The Purple Heart and he was promoted to the rank of Major (posthumously).

In 1978 he was officially listed as KIA by the Department of Defense.

A little about the philosophy of the author

The Borg Conspiracy is one man's purely pedestrian thoughts, independent musings and frequently cheeky commentaries...Mixed with an abundance of patriotism, love of God, and love of country.

My thoughts?

In my opinion........in another generation, all that will remain of our once great republic, may be little more than what is left to weather the passage of time in the form of a few obscure and forgotten monuments to the great American experiment.

If America should fail....let it be written as her epitaph.....died by her own hand. The greatest experiment in freedom ever undertaken, lost in the end to the pursuit of the illusion that egalitarian tolerance was more valuable than individual freedom.

Let us be warned.
Franklin, Payne, Jefferson. They all knew the consequences of the lack of vigilance and they tried to warn us. They gave us a document as our guide post. We were to guard it and revere it and use it to guide and govern our future and our posterity.

No one listened.