Why I Could Never Be an American Soldier

Andrew Olmsted was an American soldier. He has died in the service of this country. He maintained a blog for the last five years and entrusted a fellow soldier to post a final entry in the event of his death. You can read it here.

I was going to the various links to this story when I found a comment by “Burger Lord” on Andrew Olmsted’s Rocky Montain News blog…(scroll to January 4, 2008 11:54 PM)

So the inexorabale wheels of justice are set in motion and the aggressor will be punished until all his sins are paid for, blood for blood, and then some! 1 million murdered Iraqis and about 8 million displaced or wounded calls for a MUCHO mountain of atonement – and so your GameBoy ‘hero’ Olmsted, just one tiny mindless and gutless cog in the warcriminal machine, has just bought himself a Bladerunner-style ‘Retirement Plan’ – well done, this is the only befitting ‘exit strategy’ for this class of bastard, and he sets an excellent example for all his comrades to follow skyward. He died dishonourably, defending an unjust cause. One warcriminal less – that is progress for humankind.

It serves to remind me why soldiers are a far better breed of human being than I could ever be. Andrew Olmsted would defend ” Burger Lords” right to propagate his fervid crap . Me, I’d find the bastard, strip him naked, pour honey on his shrunken balls and tie him spread eagle in the desert and let the animals dine. That’s why I know I could never be an American soldier. I have never had to master my rage. As the quintessentially spoiled American, I’ve never had to exercise the discipline or summon the character that can forgive an enemy.

I do not know anyone in the military and that is certainly my loss. But the more I know of these American soldiers, the more I am aware of what a useless human being I am. I rave at a keyboard to kill genetic scum like Burger Lord while men like Andrew Olmsted die to help the bastard’s country – if he even has a country – he is likely some some low life weasel who slithered out of a desert cesspool and now spends his time sucking on the West’s teat while pining away for our destruction.

Any enemy of America better pray that they fall into the hands of men like Olmsted who have the balls to administer justice and mercy. Because if they meet up with someone like me, I’ll do my damnedest to shred them to pieces. I’m not an American soldier and frankly doubt I’d have it in me to climb that high. So, Mr. Lord, be damn glad you don’t meet the likes of me. I care more about your death than your life. The man whose death you celebrate would grant you mercy. Me, I’d make sure your death was long and painful.

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