War is the last result.

18 January 2006

As some of you may have heard, I am moving on in my life to pursue my dream. I am leaving GE Consumer Finance to become a Combat Medic in the United States Army. This has been my goal and higher purpose for many years, and through much tears, sweat, and toil, I've finally received my orders. This has been the most difficult process I have ever engaged in, and I know it will be the most rewarding.

Very soon, I will leave for Fort Sill, Oklahoma, to attend Basic Combat Training for 10 weeks. Immediately upon completion, I will transfer to Fort Sam Houston, Texas, for Advanced Individual Training in the Medical field. After the 6 months of non-stop training, I may be stationed overseas (Middle East, Asia, Europe), or I may be stationed in the Mojave Desert... I'm unaware at this time.

Througout Basic Training, I will not have internet access (or a computer for that matter), but I would still enjoy hearing from each and every one of you whenever I get a chance. I will still have a myspace account, or you can email me directly at bullmoosebell@yahoo.com.

I have enjoyed every moment with you all and I hope you take good care of yourselves and eachother.

Private John P. Bell
United States Army

"The truth of the matter is that you always know the right thing to do.
The hard part is doing it." ~ General Norman Schwarzkopf

03 November 2005

The day is comin'
The drums are drummin'
If you know one, say a prayer.

There's mothers cryin'
And fathers sighin',
War is in the air.

The trains are filling up with boys,
They've left behind their favorite toys,
They're goin over there, over there...
Where someone has to die.

We're goin ove there... over there...
For ours is not to reason why.

Over there... Over there...
Where someone has to die.

31 October 2005

A protest raged on a courthouse lawn, round a makeshift stage they charged on.

Fifteen hundred or more they say, had come to burn the Flag that day.

A boy held up the folded Flag, cursed it and called it a dirty rag.

A man pushed through the angry crowd, with an old gun shouldered proud.

His uniform jacket was old and tight, he had polished each button, shiny and bright.

He crossed the stage with military grace, until he and the boy stood face to face.

"Freedom of speech, is worth dying for, Good men are gone, they live no more.

All so you can stand on this courthouse lawn, and ramble on from dusk to dawn.

But before the Flag gets burned today, this old veteran is going to have his say.

My father died on a foreign shore, in a war they said would end all wars.

Tommy and I weren't even full grown, before we fought in a war of our own.

Tommy died on Iwo Jima's beach, in the shadow of a hill he couldn't reach.

Where five good men raised this Flag so high, that the whole world could see it fly.

I got this bum leg that I still drag, fighting for this same old Flag.

There's but one shot in this old gun, so now it's time to decide which one.

Which one of you will follow our lead, to stand and die for what you believe?"

The boy who had called it a dirty rag, handed the veteran the folded Flag.

The crowd got quiet as they walked away, to talk about what they heard that day.

So the battle for the Flag this day was won, by a loyal veteran with a single gun.

Who for one last time, had to show to some, that these colors will never, never run.

This is my first blog on this site. I'm still not sure how this crap works. Did someone decide to put their Op/Ed column of their local newpaper online? And it became popular to voice your opinion! Too bad no one wants to hear it. Everyone wants to talk, but no one wants to listen. Except t.v. news (CNN, Fox, MSNBC, etc). They read a blog and thousands of people call in to tell them what their opinion is.
So what is so important that everyone has to talk at the same time? President Bush and his judicial nominees, fantasy football, Hurricane Katrina and the after-effects, the conflicts in the Middle-East. Considering 99% of the people really don't have a clue, they shouldn't be talking. But they are. And 99% of the people responding to the comments don't have a clue, but they're talking. And it becomes a cluster-fuck of monkeys trying to hump footballs. How can a pacifist possibly have one clue about war? The only individual that is allowed to have an opinion about the war in the Mid-East are the people living in the Mid-East. Including the US men & women serving in the military. They're involved in the war as well as the indegenous civilians who are grossly displaced by the waves of terror thrown at freedom's feet.

I understand what the pacifist is saying, "If we kill a terrorist, we're just as bad as they are. Killing is killing!" Yes. In plain black and white, killing is bad. But what are you going to do when you have a choice to let a religeous extremist kill a child, or you kill the religeous extremist. Are you going to stop the innocent murder of a child by getting blood on your hands? What if the religeous extremist IS a child? What then? A 12 year-old kid has a Kalashnikov rifle pointed at the head of his 11 year-old sister. She plays with the "Infidels," and Jihad calls for her brother to take her life. Are you going to kill that 12 year old boy before he takes her life?
That what Soldiers, Sailors, Marines and Airmen are facing everyday over there. We're saving the life of that 11 year old. Sjhe now has a chance to play in the streets without fear of starvation or dehydration. She can play with her friends, boys or girls. She can dress comfortably in the hot desert heat. Her parents don't have to fear being killed because they hold a seat with the city or region or national government or they are teachers who educate girls about math and history and science.
The best way I have heard this explained was in a fiction movie. As fake as the plot is in the movie, the monologues are accurate and precise:
"Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You?
I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for the dead, and you curse the military. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to people who rise and sleep under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to." - Colonel Nathan Jessup, USMC, A Few Good Men.

If you don't agree with the President, fine, but he gets the reports from the field. When the military tells him they are done, he brings them home. The process in the Vietnam War was the opposite. The polititions made the decisions the military should have been making, and now Vietnam is a nation filled with fear and corruption. Same in WWII. Russia was bad and we should have fought them along with the Germans, Japanese, and Italians, but the politians believed they should not be attacked because they helped us stop the Nazis on the Eastern Front. And the Cold-War started as a result.

So the next time you want to protest against anything our servicemembers are doing, remember that they are professionals and they know what they are doing. Also realize that you have trust issues and unresolved angst with your parents. Fix your problems before you try to fix the anyone else's problems. It's called serving a higher purpose.