Make Love Not War My Friends And Children Now

I am so sorry my children and so sorry my friends that I did not fight hard enough in this life to prevent war.

We need to do more to prevent hell on earth.

I am a dead man walking for I have worn that ball and chain. Just drop me down and execute me please.

I do not speak as a man of pacifism or lack on the act of killing others. I speak as a man married to a woman of a dead man who fought brilliantly with the Green Beret in Vietnam. I speak as a man who fire bombed places in Africa. I have held babies that died in my arms.I was raised to kill any and all things communist. I can carry and fire all weapons that kill others. I have killed from so far away I could not see who I killed.

Maybe I am just tired of hearing death and destruction and hate and battle. Call me weak. For I have become weak.Call me weak before my Lord for I cannot sanction hate and death anymore.

I now have one battle left to fight and that will be the battle to stop fighting.

These bullets they fired and rockets they launched killed my cousins and my wife's family. I do not want not pity. But if you fire a weapon in anger, I will come down on you with vengeance. Is that clear?

I have four children ranging from 30 to four years old. Not once have I ever raised a hand in anger to one of them. My daddy spanked my butt once because I was breathing in the fumes from the exhaust of the car warming up to take us on ride to heaven. I will never forgive him for that but I will always love him for that.

So anger is our choice. Daddy got angry with me -- really I do not think so, he just faked it and spanked my butt to not do what I was doing because it was harmful to me.

We have to get rid of anger and love. OK we have to forgive and move on. I want you to forgive yourself. You are on one hand a complete idiot but on the otherhand a creation of the God of your understanding. I Love you. You are stupid and do not meet my expectations. But that is on me.

Now let us get back to war

Purple Heart and medal of honor and a few various clusters and some fancy stars decorate my home. But the best war memorial I ever got I gave to my eldest son. It was a damned compass. Not even from family. Just picked up in a side shop in Saigon but engraved by a soldier who is long dead. And that fine son gets the meaning of direction, a strong focus on our destination and what is right.

If I could do it again I would never ever take a man's life, I would would have killed myself first. I do any more give and good rooster's tail feathers about this killing --- I am point blank opposed to it.

I cannot do it. I get rough and tough and mean and nasty. So pray for men like me that start wars.

This ain't no Jesus preaching this is real and how it went down.

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

This is how it was in the fifties and sixties

Get over it our life was shit. But we rebelled.

I was bastard legitimate kid back then and life was tougher than this.

Now your gonna die!!"

One time my brother and I fought to the death. I won but I did not kill him

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!