I'm writing this in response to another comment post from yesterday. Hopefully, the users who were interested end up seeing this.
I’ll preface this by saying that there are thousands of veterans who have sacrificed a lot more than I did. I consider myself lucky that I got out with only a weapons-grade chip on my shoulder. Many people were not so fortunate.
From here on out I’ll do my best to give you the “high-speed, low-drag” version, but no promises.
I was 15 or so when 9/11 happened. I live close to the west coast so I was just waking up when my Dad came to tell me that something was happening, something bad.
My family has always been conservative, of the mostly normie variety by today’s standards, and I was raised to be a patriot and to love my country. When the towers fell, I couldn't stand to see my father so worried, to see my mother cry, and I wanted to do something about it. Like many people, I decided to join the military as soon as I was old enough.
I enlisted in the Navy halfway through my senior year and shipped out the summer after graduation. Boot camp was fine, job training (A-school) was fine, and I got orders to an aircraft carrier in Norfolk, which was an exciting endeavor for 18 year old me.
I spent five years on that ship and deployed twice. I advanced quickly and performed well for the most part. I didn’t know much about what was happening politically, I figured serving was enough at that time.
When it came time to rotate to shore duty, I accepted orders to go recruiting for no other reason than they were guaranteeing that I could recruit from my hometown. Seemed like a good idea, and a great career bullet for newly frocked First-Class (E6).
I was wrong.
To try to keep things brief, I was not a good fit. I had excelled in the engineering environment but could not get behind the people or the practices I found in recruiting. It was a night and day difference, and my attitude went downhill fast.
Of the many examples I have, this is what fucked up my attitude the most. There was a points system assigned to processing potential recruits at that time. More points for diversity, gender blah blah. The seeds of the woke-mind virus we know today, but this was more than 10 years ago, so I’m sure it’s only gotten worse by now.
Our monthly goals were built around finding diversity over interest or qualifications, and the points were used as metrics for measuring a recruiting stations success, and as a recruiter your quality of life is effected dramatically by the success or failure of your station. Our monthly goals were built around finding diversity over interest or qualifications.
Anyway, it wasn’t enough to find qualified people to join the Navy, it was about finding the right LOOKING people, and white males like me were at the bottom of the list. Warfighting wasn’t the priority, diversity is what mattered to the Navy and I could not reconcile this fact with my own principles. I was thoroughly disenchanted.
This wasn’t my “awakening” just yet, but it had made me face some hard truths about military service. Hard truths that take years to digest.
I declined to reenlist and separated just shy of nine years in. My view of the Navy had been tarnished significantly, but I cared a lot for the fleet and the friends and mentors I’d spent so much time with, and I still do. I was proud of what I had done prior to the recruiting gig. I still held on to the belief that joining was the right thing, and that our efforts in the middle east were about protecting America. This was early 2015 or so . As any veteran knows, the transition to civilian life is not easy. I was frustrated about so many things. I felt betrayed by the Navy, apprehensive about starting a new career, and doubt over the war and our military’s role had started to creep in.
I started paying more attention to politics around this time and the 2016 general election was right around the corner. I used reddit a lot back then (cringe) and one day came across r/the_donald. I had heard about Trump only through media osmosis and had assumed he was just a clown, not a serious candidate. I think I was tacitly supporting Ted Cruz at that point.
But r/the_donald changed all that. The memes, the centipede videos, all of it was BRILLIANT. It was funny and informative, and as a result, the sub was exploding in popularity. It completely changed my opinion on Trump, and gave me hope that real change was a possibility.
However, the most interesting part was the left’s reaction to subreddit. Saying they hated it is a understatement. It was becoming so popular it was frequently showing up on the front page of the site and ruining their lefty echo-chamber. My first taste of liberal tears, ahh the memories.
They lied about r/the_donald constantly, saying it was racist, hateful, all the labels we’re so familiar with now. The sub was quarantined, suppressed and eventually banned outright. Nothing shocking by today’s standards, but it represented my first real taste of censorship.
Again, not my “awakening” but I was starting to see the matrix so to speak.
Then Donald Trump won the Presidential Election in 2016. If I had thought reddit’s response to r/the_donald was bad, now the entire media/government was collectively shitting its pants. The shock the day after he won was palpable, you could see it on all of their stupid faces. Something much bigger than I imagined was afoot, and that something just got kicked in the balls by the looks of it.
Hillary Clinton was supposed to win, Trump could not be president. The sheer magnitude of their outrage and the year’s long witch hunt that followed is what woke me up. Obama’s administration spying on Trump as a candidate and later president-elect was what shook me from sleep. That wasn’t the America I fought for, and as we all know now, that was only the beginning.
What followed for me was the rabbit-hole of research that has lead so many of us here. Rejecting the legacy media and looking for answers everywhere else. This led me to Q and the thousands of hours of reading and researching what was discussed. The process was painful, realizing that 9/11 was a lie hurt me deeply. Realizing that my country had been co-opted decades ago and that the core mechanics of representation were an illusion hurt even more. Like thousands of others, my military service was predicated on lies, my good faith, my patriotism, was exploited to kill millions of people in pursuit of greed and agendas that were at odds with me and the best interest of my nation. That’s what hurt the most.
I'm grateful for the truth though, living in ignorance isn't living.
Covid happening before the general election in 2020 wasn’t a wake-up call to me, it was further confirmation of the war that’s being fought. I think many of us knew something was coming before that election. Because whatever Trump is doing broke them, and I intend to help in any way that I can.
I don’t recognize my country because I’ve never seen its true face. The only way to fix it is with truth and justice to those who have stolen so much from us.
Welp, that was way longer than I intended and sitting here I feel like I left out a lot and barely scratched the surface, and I still ended up with a wall of text.
I would love to hear from other vets here, or anyone for that matter than feels compelled to share their story. I hope this ends up being helpful.
USMC 2005-2009. What I feel like now about my service? Feels like I was not on the good guy team. I was tricked. I am ashamed I was so fucking stupid.
A lot of the Jarheads I served with, for or had as friends felt the same about Nam. Most went there with the gung ho attitude, but after a month or so, there was the familiar 'thousand yard stare'. Anybody in that damned war knew it was a farce; if they didn't they had their brain in neutral and their eyes closed. It became survival, period. With my detachment, all our records were "lost" (confiscated) from flight logs, because what we did. I firmly believe command tried to kill us a couple times (two bird missions to the Hanoi Hilton). On those missions, the support helos/fixed wings were called off when we were within minutes of landing; in one of those, we did land, and the hilton was empty. Antiaircraft was heavy, but the NVA didn't expect us to come in fast (everyone thought our birds were heavy and slow). I don't recall any of my Jarhead buddies thinking they were on the "right side" after a few weeks, but they fought like maniacs, and every single one has my greatest respect. And that's from someone who wore a bullseye on his white helmet and everybody (except us) thought we were fucking crazy, including the seals and special forces.
I've known alot of Nam vets and they all say the same thing you have said, it was a farce. Add to that all the drugs shipped from Golden Triangle by C I A and given to the forces there and you have one very diabolical plan. I was about 20 when I met my first Nam vet and it was at college. That was almost 50 yrs ago. I"ve known that entire time something was extremely wrong with our country; in fact I knew way before then, the day JFK was shot, many of us knew, my family certainly did. btw, yes JFK election was stolen. I had an uncle who went to delegates convention and was offered $ by JFK's dad. He was so angry he never voted Dem again and left right away.
You speak truth. There was one thing that should be clarified, about the clowns and the Triangle. Those drugs didn't necessarily go to our troops: large amounts of heroin were shipped back to the states in the coffins of our deceased. The reason that was done was that those coffins were not subject to inspection on arrival. The clowns visited the storage facilities in the states POE to retrieve the drugs. I know this because there were many missions into Pol Pot territory, where the clowns had Air America locations. While I didn't witness the JFK thing personally, there were many articles in newspapers about the elder Kennedy doing that sort of thing.
These stories are all really amazing. Hanoi Hilton? Holy crap. Thanks for your bravery and your service.
Yes, the Hilton. People generally don't know about North Vietnam during the conflict. Command made a corridor to enter from the Gulf (navy). Outside the corridor was forbidden; it was directly over Vinh, and since the NVA weren't stupid, they set up an antiaircraft installation there. All sorts of entries were devised by pilots to get through that shield. Also, in the North, there were huge swaths that were designated 'do not enter'; many of the bombing missions into the North were "intel reports" of ammo dumps and so on, but a high percentage were plain jungle with nothing there. I did North SAR three days of four; that took us over NVA territory a lot. Wasn't much fun; lots of stories there, preferably not generally on my mind. Also, if you're into checking out the war, find a map of where agent orange was spread. You'll find zero applications north of the DMZ. That alone should tell you there was never any intention of winning.
You were on the good guy team, don't ever doubt that. It was just political leaders creating the havoc. Your intentions were pure. Thx for your service and sharing
Hey, I was also USMC same years. Where were you stationed? I was at 29 Palms and then Camp Lejeune.
You cannot blame yourself. We are all just pawns in a giant chess match, not understanding the game. Thank you for your service. I wish you well.