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I cannot imagine how frightening it must be to be on foreign soil, with so-called fellow American soldiers, and be dependent upon them to have your back when, in reality, they don’t have your back when you are on American soil with them. I mean, how many of brothers in arms would be willing to stand up for you whatever your situation is? Are you discriminated against based on your race? How about for your sexual orientation? Gender? Upbringing or class? Level of education?   Yet, somehow, you are supposed to be convinced that these same individuals who persecute you in your land will stand up with you/for you in battle?

What must it be like to be prepared to fight and possibly die for a country that won’t allow you the dignity of life? You fight to spread freedom to the world, and yet struggle to obtain equality, an education, a job or even just the right to exist as you are in a way that would afford you a real chance at a happy life in America. Nevertheless, you joined the military either because there was little else for you to do with your life or because you truly believe in fighting for an ideal. You had a choice between the military or the drudge that your life had become! Then, for your participation in this low paying club of trained killers (who, at times, have complaints of not having proper gear to do battle with or to protect themselves), you are tasked to kill so-called enemies who, truth be told, have never treated you in the manner that you have been treated in by some of your fellow Americans.

The lucky ones who return from battle can return home to find that home no longer exists. How must it feel to return to a country that you defended with your body and your mind only to find out that you are homeless, desolate and forgotten? After all you have given to your country, your needs—medical or otherwise—are on the backburner. How could they do this to you? It’s simple when you think about it: they never intended you to return home…at least, not alive.

Here’s my bottom line, whether I or anyone else agree or disagree with your life path, your home should be maintained by Uncle Sam. You should have access to proper medication and counseling. You should be taken care of by the country that YOU have taken care of. Your uncle should not write you off because he thought and maybe even hoped you would die and he would never have to provide a home, quality health insurance, housing, educational opportunities, etc., for you.

Can anybody hear me?