You are the eyes, ears, and voice of the weak. You maintain that instinctive drive to protect those who cannot or will not protect themselves while simultaneously honing your predatory mindset. But your prey is not the weak, rather it is those predators who wish to harm them. You are the protector—someone ready to inflict great violence on individuals looking to harm the innocent.
And let all those who threaten it perish.
You, the protector, can come in many forms: military, cops, armed citizens, etc. At the end of the day you have two objectives, to shield the innocent and apprehend and/or end the criminal. You do it because you have to. You do it because no one else is willing to. You weren’t asked, you volunteered.
Let all under your watch thrive… And let all those who threaten it perish.
One of the greatest frustrations modern Veterans deal with—and, for that matter, Veterans of every generation—is the mind-numbing political debate concerning the mission they’ve been handed. Regardless of a warrior’s political beliefs (or lack thereof), they eventually develop a disdain for those politicians, pundits, academics, media-members, students, and normal citizens who claim to speak for them. Do you know why? Because those who fight don’t have the luxury of a stateside debate on what they’re doing.
The warrior is in the arena risking his ass. It’s that simple.
For your average citizen, discussing war—whether it’s our current one or past ones—is as casual as discussing who’s going to the Super Bowl. They rarely have anything at stake. They don’t have to give it any thought afterwards.
For the warrior, the conflict never ends. Even if you come home from deployment physically intact, it will always be with you. Not everyone who goes to war has PTSD. Not everyone who goes to war has the same experience. But you will always remember it. It will always be a deeply personal part of your life.
It wasn’t a game. It wasn’t a political argument that you could walk away from. It wasn’t your reputation on the line—it was your Sisters, Brothers and YOUR life on the line.
A warrior reflecting on his blade and the hours he has toiled to master it. He has suffered much for the profession of arms and has the callouses, scars, and stories to prove it. As he remembers those who have not been up to the task, who have not had the strength to serve, he counts himself lucky that he has been bestowed with the gifts of strength, discipline and fortitude. Blessed be the Lord my strength who teaches my hands to fight and my fingers to war.
Years later, the same warrior standing ready. He does not look for conflict, but if his country requires it, he wants to be the first in the fray. He states simply: “Here Am I, Send Me”.
The Bill of Rights is the collective name for the first ten amendments to the United States Constitution. These limitations serve to protect the natural rights of liberty and property. They guarantee a number of personal freedoms, limit the government’s power in judicial and other proceedings, and reserve some powers to the states and the public.
Bill of Rights the Unapologetic American Version
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