I was Hating on someone...Then I Thought about the Metaphor

Two friends back in Cadets way back in the day.  We were Summer employed NCO's along with a bunch of others.  I trusted this guy with my life.  Anyway he gave me advice that pissed off an entire group of people.  They got together and told this large Reg. Force Private that I called his (one of my fellow employed NCO's) girlfriend a 'Slut'.  I'm pretty sure I didn't.  He beat me up and I was discharged and sent home on a bus. 

This... guy.  Who I thought was my friend took my trust and fucked me with it. 

Heather, the name of the 'Girlfriend', was less than 18.  She was a leadership cadet and didn't like the idea of former rifle cadets getting Summer NCO jobs even for a rifle course.  She especially took a disliking to me from the beginning.  She was making "Observations" about every little thing I was doing and ratting me out to the 'Commandant'.  The Commandant was a fat, useless piece of shit who's name I forgot.  The Canadian Forces in their infinite stupidity, gave this guy the title of "Commander of Western Canadian Cadets" Or some fucking thing.  I wouldn't have trusted him with half a sack of pissed-in bag wine.  He was clearly out to throw his fat ass of power around for kicks.  I wouldn't let this clown near a playground and the fucking idiots in charge said "Hey...you're a clown...go look after the children!"

But I digress.

He would give me shit on a daily basis for kicks.  He would tell me not to talk back to him when I tried to explain myself.  I know he was just taking the piss when he yelled at me about helping load a truck one day and yelled at me again not helping the next.

I had been a solid cadet to that point.  Always willing to "Go over the Rail" (rappel) even though I was afraid of heights.  I taught classes.  I won an award every year.  I was one of the top 10 marksmen in this country.  My uniform was excellent.  I didn't rise in rank much because I didn't go the Leadership route. 

I stopped giving a shit about cadets after that point.  I missed parade and then again the following week at my home armory.  They called me and asked me what was going on.  I told them I was done.  They said "You aren't done until you turn in your uniform".  I turned in my uniform and quietly walked away. 

The following year, I grew my hair long. 


When you see people like "Trump" at the head of the most powerful country in the world how do you grab a rifle and shoot at someone with it?  How do you justify murder on the orders of an idiot?  I've experienced a chain of command where I wanted to shove my rifle so far up my commanders ass that it comes out his mouth and roast him on a spit like the fat stupid pig he was. 

Would I listen to him to shoot someone?  There are people who, for the common good, should be killed.  I'm not talking about the poor and the weak.  I'm talking about pure shitheads like Gordon Campbell. 

Instead of giving this asshole a bullet, The Queen gives him two fucking medals. 

This is where I'm at:  My expectations have adjusted to the point where I see people as sheep and the herders are children.  The Queen is just a little girl caught in a fairy tale. 

Obedience? 

When you carry a rifle into combat, you are carrying a shovel to a shit show of the worst job in the world.  The glory is the cause.  If the cause is right, sure.  How many wars have been truly 'Right'. 
WW1 was started because someone was assassinated and every country was waving their arsenal penises in the air.  WW2 happened because of unresolved issues of WW1.  Korea was a good cause.  Communist China was being a dick.  The commander-in-chief of allied forces was an absolute inept cunt by the name of Douglas MacArthur .  It was a good cause then "Dug out Doug" Blitzkrieged his way to the Chinese border right up the middle...while on both sides he was flanked by Chinese troops and cut off.  It didn't endanger Doug though.  He fucked his troops and fucked off out of there like he did in the Philippines. 

Obedience.

I Question it.  My former friend?  He revels in it.  There are photos online of his efforts to preserve the integration of it in our youth. 

I would never have been a good soldier.  I take pride in that.