The Burden of the Free

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I spent my time since election day soaking in the significance, searching for a deeper meaning. The day after the election, I attended a Veterans Day celebration at my children’s school. For some reason, I choose not to wear my uniform. I wanted to be invisible, I wanted to see without being seen. I wanted to sense the feeling of this day. I had just fallen asleep hours before, knowing the grandest of human experiments, our Constitutional Republic has just received new life. What could I sense, what could I feel on this day?

I brewed a travel cup of Black Rifle Coffee Companies’ AK 47 (their best IMO) in my press at home. Jumped in the car, went down the hill, and slid into the assembly hall. I sat with other veterans of many other wars. Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm, GWOT, and even WW II. There not many of us, but not one race, gender, or war was not represented.

The veterans sat, the teachers spoke, the children sang. Then they began to sing all the songs of each of the branches. When the “Halls of Montezuma” or the Marines Hymn, began all the Marines present tried their best Michael Bolton impersonation. Of course, this was to the shock, horror, and bewildered amusement of all present. God bless the Marines; they get esprit de corps like nobody else. They couldn’t give two shits what you think about it too.

Then the last song they played was “taps”. The long somber notes that sound so much like a musical go to sleep echoed softly in the hall. Then it hit me like a slap, Donnie Barger, today is about Donnie. Men like Donnie Barger died to give us this chance at renewing freedom. President Reagan said “Freedom is only one generation away from extinction…it must be fought for, protected and handed to our children, for them to do the same”. But without men, and increasingly women, who will lay it all on the line there is no action in these words.

Donnie Barger is an example of the best America has to offer. From the western hills of Virginia and raised on the plentiful venison which covers that area. He served in the 1st Ranger Battalion, and he had the devious streak all Batt Boys do. He became a Green Beret and was a phenomenal Team Sargent. I had the honor of serving with him on ODA 333 or “3X” as it is known. A family man, a kind and giving person, who would simply out work you. He was purely focused on taking care of the team and raising hell with the Taliban.

He eventually found Special Forces too restrictive, as the politicization, and conventional force mentality began to creep in. Once he told me I should quit what I was doing and try out for the ground branch of the CIA’s Special Activities Division. That the independence of movement and level of aggression that could be brought to the enemy was unmatched. That this is where the savage instinct could be truly unleashed.

The sting of the day when the call came that Donnie had died, is exactly where “taps” took me. I remember the bright sunny Virginia day when we took Donnie back home to lay his body to rest. The sound of “taps” playing softly in the background over the tears of Donnie’s family. Recently the Special Forces Regiment has lost even more brave men and it will continue to do so. 

Because these men have carried our load, borne our burden, paid our cost. So we must honor them by doing everything we can to insure their sacrifice is not in vain. IT IS WHAT WE OWE THEM, SECURE THE FREEDOM THEY NO LONGER HAVE.

The Freedom we nearly lost on November the 8th.  Anyone of us with a Top-Secret Clearance can testify to the crimes Hillary committed. All could see the graft, collusion, and overt corruption that was nearly enshrined as our permanent system of government. A bloodless coup that would have been epitome of Maoist cultural revolutionary practice. Never again would the common man or woman have a voice in the ever increasing have and have-not system of globalist pay for play governance.

We all knew the final check on government corruption, the second amendment of the constitution, was targeted for elimination. That chaos and destruction on a global scale were eventualities of a Clinton Presidency. We were so close to being Reagan’s “those who will tell stories of what it was like in America when men were free”.

If you are reading this you may have your own personal Donnie Barger, Tony Yost, or Danny Eggers. You might be a firearms enthusiast who knows how close we just came to losing it all.

Remember this from Lincoln “that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom; and the government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”

It is our task, it is our duty, to secure our freedoms for generations to come. To enshrine our rights permanently, so that no future generation could ever question their absolute validity. Our undying effort in this cause is what we owe for this chance the renewal of freedom has given us. 

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