The United States military history has morphed extensively since the country first came into being as it separated from Europe’s vagina. The Revolutionary War that took place from 1775-1783 against England was America’s first attempt to go to battle with a formidable foe. Using guerrilla tactics in 165 encounters, the new baby won its freedom and decided that war was necessary to continue to grow. Fast forward to WW2 when 16 million Americans went to war either by volunteering or CON-scription. Most fought gallantly and over 400,000 lost their lives in skirmishes involving planes, ships and soldiers on battlefields. The worst was artillery fire that would decimate soldiers in a concentrated area with high explosives, known for its energy that would shred a human body high into the air and ultimate oblivion. Soldiers that survived these onslaughts
would question other troops about the whereabouts of their friends. “Has anyone seen Frank Thompson of the 101st?” Someone would ask, and on rare occasions, an eyewitness would simply respond, “Frank’s gone.” Sparing the gory details, the single word of: GONE was all that was needed to convey that a person was no longer a viable, accountable citizen of Planet Earth. With all that death taking place and knowing human survival instincts, it isn’t hard to speculate that resourceful individuals took off their uniforms and just split the scene to seek peace in another part of the world. How many men just left the stupidity of war and sought quite lives in remote locations only to be recorded as: MISSING IN ACTION, by military census takers. What if a nation opened its borders up to these individuals who wished to flee the brutal killings, or on a lesser scale, a bad marriage, disobedient,
brat kids, or a dead end job? There is such a country and it’s called: The United States of America. Founded on the premise to live free, the population is chock full of: GONERS.
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