If you actually cared one little bit about 'Veterans' you too would be fighting to ensure The Common Man is never again sent to the Slaughter for nefarious purposes nor would you be a Jingo-Patriot 24/7, 365 Days a year feeding the meat-grinder.
Here I stand, alone, I can do no other!" ~Týr Mórríghan
"In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori." ~ excerpt Dulce et Decorum Est BY WILFRED OWEN