This reality pains me more than anyone can understand. I am the son of a career U.S. Marine. My grandfather served and earned a Purple Heart in WWI. My father served in WWII and Korea, and died in service. My brother served in the U.S. Army in Desert Storm. I served as a U.S. Army officer during Vietnam.
War is hell and it scrambles men's and women's minds. From the Vietnam War alone, over 200,000 once healthy men committed suicide after coming back from Nam in 1975. Hundreds of thousands more suffered broken marriages and descended into drugs and alcohol. The expectations for suicides from Iraq and Afghanistan run into the 150,000 range. Those suicides can be based on the lunacy of Lyndon Baines Johnson, Richard Nixon and now, George Bush and Barack Obama.
My heart goes out to every American and non-American that suffered in the 9/11 massacre. This past 9/11 Sunday, America mourned. I mourned.
I love America with every cell in my body. At the same time, I urge a reality check to Americans as to the open door for 9/11. Nothing in this universe or in this world happens without a cause. We live in a cause and effect world. Something or some act causes a corresponding reaction.
A bit of history from the United States of America
When the European settlers came to this country, they slaughtered the Native Americans with superior, mechanized violence. It proved deplorable yet humanity tends toward self-aggrandizement. Conquering human tribes always write history in their own best interest. They (our forefathers) grouped the Indians into detention camps called "reservations." Our forefathers took away their freedoms, cultures, customs, languages, religions and ways of life.
We introduced them to booze and small pox. We broke treaty after treaty with the Indians. We massacred men, women and children. Read Trail of Tears, Sand Creek Massacre and Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee if you want to appreciate a really in-depth understanding of white men's violence toward Native Americans.
They have not recovered. They live on welfare, on reservations, drink endless booze, live on hopelessness and suffer domestic violence as they attempt and fail to adjust to the white man's world. We also turned their pristine continent into a chemical, carbon, paved, polluted and littered trash pit. Look them in the eyes and one can feel their emptiness. How can we look in the mirror ourselves and feel nothing?