Please Don't Thank Me for My "Service"

Military Watch Man
Mar. 07, 2015

This essay is a confessional, if you will. There are numerous points I would like to make in this proclamation, yet, if you only take away one thing, please, don’t ever thank me for my “service.” For when you thank me for my service, you are thanking me for being a dupe, an unconscious human being, engaged in the enterprise of state sanctioned murder to an “other, over there.” The only military service worthy of thanking is the principled defense of oneself and one’s loved ones from an imminent threat of rape, pillage or death.

When you thank me for my service, you are unconsciously re-affirming your belief that somehow we are fighting “them, over there” so we “don’t have to fight them here.” You are telling me, “thank you for putting on a state sanctioned uniform costume and murdering ‘them’ for me, while I look away from the awfulness of state sanctioned murder.” Because, let’s face it, to look at war is to acknowledge, in the words of Smedley Butler, that “war is a racket.”

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