It’s four in the morning. I used to get up this time of day to go for runs and begin a new day of moronic drilling and filling forms with my last three a thousand and one times. I used to salute the bastards above me and the bastards below me. Bastards – all. Now, I am free. Free finally of the pain of post-traumatic stress disorder. Free of constant angst and pangs of terror. Utter terror of that door opening at three in the morning and the men taking me away. Those bastards would have made it look like a training incident or a fucking suicide (as if that Cadet took his own life at RMC, as if!). Oh buddy! You have no idea what goes on over there. Buddy, you’re out in the public. The only face of the military you see is the public related one. I once did an interview with a paper while I was on the inside. They attached a Public Relations Officer to me for the entire time – silently listening to every single word that came out of my mouth. Making sure nothing escaped that could not be unsaid. But I fooled that bastard too, and told the world what they needed to hear from the military for the first time in their fucking history. What happened to that article? It got taken off the internet. First time in history that a paper is censure by the military. Well, I made sure to keep a ton of printed copies and have already copied and posted the text of it on my blog and Facebook. Cuz buddy is out! Buddy can speak freely all he wants from now. After a year of shaking the Intelligence folks off my ass, I think I can finally truly relate the grim reality of the military system that is on a path to overtaking the entire country. That just society that Trudeau bought in to. That land of Peace, Order and Good Government – all threatened by, no not Afghanis, but Newfies. (The Canadian Forces is made up mostly of people from remote locations of Canada where other jobs are not as readily available to disaffected youth.) Mean Newfies too. Nothing funny about them once they get in uniforms and tanks and recruiting buses.
I HATE the military. It is NOT what it makes itself out to be. For example: there is nothing democratic about it. Nothing. It is total tyranny. Another example of how disgusting it is lies in the shabby treatment of non-Commissioned members by the elitist officer class. That which takes place inside of the Officer’s Mess is far removed from the day to day life and hopes of Joe-Private-Corporal-Master-Corporal-Seargeant-Warrant-Master-Warrant-and-Chief-Warrant-Officer. I once got saluted by a Chief Warrant Officer! It almost gave me a hard-on. I hated myself for it. It is degrading. It is base. It is primal. And beastial. In fact, that is what the military turns all: beasts. Beasts who have become masters as putting on a poker-face. The blank stare of the soulless coward.
But the four-Maple-Leaved General does have a weakness: I can say anything I want about him now that I am out, and if he should send me a single nasty email, I can have him charged with a wonderful clause in the Queens Rules and Regulations call Behaviour Unbecoming of an Officer. Or I could find a bunch of other rules to hang him with (Leninesk, I know).
But the fucking ass-holes in Public Relations will get to him before he ever says anything overly incriminating of the sham he and his ilk are continuing. Dolce e Decorum Est is BULLSHIT! Remembrance Day is only a racket for Veterans to cash in on all those little poppies they sell (as though they haven’t already been cashing in long enough)! (This while our doctors and teachers and artists continue to go starving)!
Brothers and Sisters of the world! Lend me your ears! I have come to bury the military not to praise it. For praise they can count on the huge Recruiting and Public Relations budgets. For example, a new Operation the Canadian Forces started while I was in, was called Operation Connection, which turned “every CF member into a recruiter” and promoted the organization of public functions and events that would help combat the high attritions rates the CF was suffering from at the time. More and more money is going into their coffers, and better and better pay, kit, and gear is being offered our boys and girls. Most of the military is OLD! Even the “boys and girls” are no longer young as soon as they sign that Faustian contract. Overnight they become richer, older, more cowardly (one of the mottos of the CF is: “to be a good leader, you have to be a good follower” – something you learn in the “Indoctrination Period”, which consists of a month without any contact with the outside world WHATSOEVER and tons and tons of push-ups and Powerpoint presentations).
I have military stories up the wazoo, and I intend on using each and every one of them over and over again until the full meaning of the lie of the military is truly revealed.
People think the military is their saviour, and safeguard. But they should be feared just like any other corporation as an artificial entity that feeds off the people that created it until they starve at it’s expense. Just look at the past 8 years people.
WHERE is this all going to change? It starts here: with me and you.
