Who?

So, who is this guy writing this stuff? Notice I called what I place here stuff? That is done because I never know what I will write about before I hit the keys. At my age it is quite easy to draw from memory and mine is a remembrance spanning almost eight decades. In that time I have seen so much change that I needed a place to relax and consider whether or not that change is for the better . . . or worse.

As I write here, remember that I have heard more than most concerning the state of life from 1948-2026. It isn’t that I know everything but I have seen what works and what falls flat on its face. Communism, for an instance, always falls on its face and the only reason communism lasts a good while is from killing dissidents. All who complain or cross the rulers in a communist nation are culled from the herd and slaughtered. You do not want to see America as a communist country even if you are led to believe that communism is a good thing. Communism wants to compete with God whether they say so or deny so.

Further, communism fails always even though it murders dissidents. It is house built on sand because human nature will eventually win out. It may take several decades but a government that hurts its citizens is a government against God. “Do unto others as you would have others do unto you,” screams out” from communist countries to Heaven. A government cannot deny religious freedom or it falls slowly into ruin.

So, who am I? I am one who was sent twice to war, lived through it pretty much unscathed, and then just turned around and got older than I ever thought I would. I drank a ton of booze for several years that damn near killed me. I drank because I didn’t know what was driving me after combat. I could not fit in comfortably with society in any of its forms including family. I beat it, barely, and then took up writing, which I’ve not done much of, but for an occasional letter or two, since college. Straightening myself out took almost a decade. A decade of turmoil as I adjusted from killing in combat to finding peace. Peace came to me from the bible, not a psychiatrist.

It showed me the way, made me reconsider what I had thought I needed to be and I found myself trying to be something I was not. Odd that. Some old words that most people don’t give a second thought brought me from death to a life of careful thought. Thought which, once off the siding and on the right track, led me to do this work. I have enough money so I chose to relate what I found, the hard way, to others because, combat or no, life is a ton of lead falling from the sky for many of us. Once you think you’re there the there is pulled out from under you.

I come here with good intentions but even good intentions need to be related with a sense of humor. Hopefully, what I give you is wisdom as you come toward where I am even though you’re younger than I now. As with all things begun it is an unknown road out in front. I have my headlights on so as not to miss the next turn. Peace.

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