An Apocalyptic Ending - The End

We are all wondering how the apocalypse is going to bring it all to an end. There are many theories out there ranging from the invasion of zombies or aliens, a modern day earthquake or volcanic eruption that darkens the world, an asteroid heading to earth straight from hell, o-zone destruction that is climate control related and creating havoc on our oxygen levels and last but not least, the nuclear war that ends all other wars.

There is plenty to talk about and speculation fuels more theories as the list grown endlessly. No sure how many more we can come up with but when it comes to fantasy and movie making creativity, this world has more geniuses than we ever needed to figure it out.

Taking modern day situations and putting it into perspective we have another theory that may work as well but not as exciting as those mentioned before as it can occur but last very briefly. A short apocalypse is neither climatic nor exciting to write about but the reality is we are headed for a World War III and nobody can stop it.

The Russians have made their move. Iran is ready to strike and Israel is threatened again by Arab nations now engaged in a coalition with the United States against the terrorist group ISIS (Islamic State) to secure the Mideast region. Our enemies are now our friends and our friends are now the enemy. It can’t be more confusing than that but that’s how we stand today. Selling weapons to our enemy has jeopardized our own ability to sustain life and freedom as we have known it in the past.

There is one salvation. There is one hope. If we take an example out of our history books we can save some part of the world but not all of it. The truth is we need a revolution in our country to take back the power we lost to politicians and corporate interests that dictate war and famine around the globe. Making the word revolution a metaphor does not make the reality any stronger. The fact is we are faced with corrupt domestic and foreign powers who seek to destroy us from the inside out.

What we need a preachy patriotic overtone to wake America up. Something that stimulates the soul and puts an adrenalin rush in every patriotic American. Something like Yankee Doodle Dandy but a little bit louder and a little bit stronger. We need resistance to change as we are the good guys. We need to overlook corruption never more.

Through time we have become a mediocre fighting force. We have been degraded and reduced down to a fraction of our once mighty fighting force strength when we were indeed a world power. Our country has relinquished that power for the sake of greed, oil, marketing and influence. We need to retake our power and build up a metaphorical army of men and women who will fight to protect our existence and freedoms.

Maybe this weakness that is growing will change. Perhaps we will become strong again but I am not hopeful this will happen without some type of Divine interference or guidance. We have lost the faith we once had a nation that stood on the principle of “in God we trust.”

We have become an unforgiving nation rather than a forgiving one. We judge, blame, accuse, persecute and imprison anyone who speaks against the tone of Washington D. C.

We need to find the right leadership quickly. Someone dynamic but faithful to God, the real God. Someone academically intelligent and with an intestinal fortitude to be courageous unconditionally. A person who won’t stand on the side lines and watch the destruction occur but rather actively intervene with God-given skills and sound of mind.

He or she does not have to be a battle hardened individual nor a cynical one. However, it must be someone who does not let their emotions overrun their self-control and become an out of control tyrannical leader. Someone not crazy about the power to lead and someone who cares about the people rather than the materialistic things we have developed to lust. Neither paranoid but certainly clairvoyant, this person must step up soon to save up from an apocalyptic hell.

So who is this hero we are looking for you ask? The truth is we don’t have anyone like this and it is for certain we are all going to hell one way or another because civilization as we know it is ending. Maybe not tomorrow but soon. We must transform the best we can to fight off the end but unless we come up with a miracle, the world is doomed to end forever in less time we could ever estimate.

Broken

Have you ever walked into the room and noticed something broken?

Maybe it was a window, maybe it’s a chair or maybe it was the mirror on the wall that was broken.

We all have seen it; we all have said it too and if there was a shattered heart filled with sadness, there must be someone who has bled and is broken.

As I trust these words as they are spoken.

Walking through life with the tracks of my tears following me closely I feel the need to share the pain and sorrow. Walking the tracks on my arm, my spirit has been broken.

From afar, I am a train wreck ready to crash. Coming near, I am the only one feeling lonely as I reach out to the drink on the table where all the pain seem to swarm causing everyone around so much harm.

Now alone, now all broken I see the door wide open.

 Helping myself to get up off the floor, I feel the need to hurt forever no more and only trust my own words spoken.

 I trust myself as these words are clearly spoken.

No longer able to help myself, no longer able to stand on my own two feet, I feel my legs are broken. Alone in my home, with a broken heart my words have spoken.

I am a wreck and I am heartbroken.

Like a ravishing red rose with a broken stem lying there on the table, I lay there silently with my neck broken.

So life is down and time stands still but we never know it until we are broken.

The Vietnam War was mine too

 Regrettably, World War II was my father’s war. He was a prisoner of war and experienced it from the perspective of a soldier in combat, in prison and as a veteran. He was against war but he fought it with valor. He spent five years inside a prison camp where he was abused and mistreated just like his fellow soldiers captured at the battle’s end.

Traditionally, my family has always been engaged in a war, a feudal war, a civil war, a war of words and a war for peace. We had many discussions of war in our family but the Vietnam War was mine and my brothers.  It’s true, we won the war but we lost it at the end. We fought valiantly and thousands died but when it was over, we never won. We could have won and we should have won but we lost the war.

We didn’t lose it on the battlefields, we fought with exceptionalism and heroism but we lost the war politically. At home there were families torn apart by the war and each had their own reasons why. The Vietnam War was a bitter war that should have never been begun. It was doomed from the moment we set boots on the ground on this troubled South Republic of Vietnam.

Soldiers fought fearlessly and struggled to meet the invisible enemy so hard to find. While at home there were people, mothers, fathers, sons and daughters protesting this war with passion from their hearts. There were politicians and truth tellers on television telling the public how it really was while soldiers died in vain as the cause was never defined or ever discussed.

Some say it was a futile exercise to fight communism while others said it was an exercise for freedom. The only truth that mattered was the exercise on the battlefields as the casualties mounted and the names on the wall brought out the reality of its horror and sacrificing of honored souls who died for their country.

There were those who volunteered and there were those who were drafted. It didn’t matter in the end as they all worked together to get tougher and braver so they could endure the fight. Their color didn’t matter and their loss affected everyone who knew their name.

Some came home with guilt. Some came home without limb and some came home in a box. There are lots of article and pictures about those heroes but nobody really cared about them coming home until about twenty years later when the nation’s conscience started to dig in the reality of abandonment and betrayal to those who served with honor but were disrespected at the end.

In time the guilt goes away while the trauma is never ending. There isn’t enough said or done to heal the visible wounds on the outside while they suffer with the invisible wounds on the inside the head as well as the heart. An everlasting condition that would occasionally tear them apart.

This stuff didn’t make the headlines then and it rarely makes it today. We don’t talk about and it will never go away. The movies portray the war with heroes and enemies and battle and death. We watch them over and over but never really grasp the fact that war is much more than that.

I didn’t join up with the Army for back then the Army joined me up against my will. They said it was for the duty to my country so I stayed and endured the pain. Going through basic training I realize I was but ant in a very large colony and who I was would never be the same.

They take your heart, your soul and the mind and take away your name. They teach you how to kill and stay alive as your individuality dissipates away. Like the smoke of a lost torpedo, you never know where you are going to stay but one thing is for sure and that is war will never go away.

My father was a proud and honorable soldier. He had told me war stories that made me realize that there was no shame in feeling bad for those who were killed and those who were about to die. He never joked about the war and neither did I. there is no honor in desecrating souls who stood tall and died.

No matter what side they were on, no matter what uniform they wore. They were soldiers who courageously answered the call for duty and fight a war. So when you hear the stories told about the war and how it was fought. Remember that no war is ever won for it lasts forever inside your heart.