Yesterday, Sunday, November 11, 2012, I attended the Comanche Indian Veterans Association 36th annual celebration, with honoring ceremonies and dances. It was held in the small town called Apache, Oklahoma, at the Comanche Community Center. I try to attend these veterans events, especially to represent my Comanche family, so full of veterans, yet who live too distant to come to most of the Comanche Nation dances.
Comanche Indian Veterans Association
Of course, there was a lot for me to think about, given the abject and traitorous leadership in Washington, D.C. Here, among American Indians, the bravest of the brave come and let the tribe honor them. And, yes, there is always prayer, and even Christian testimony, believe it or not. Lanny Asepermy, himself a Vietnam veteran, speaks for the Comanche Indian Veterans Association (CIVA), and spoke yesterday. He often addresses the veterans with the phrase, “We thank you for your service to God and to the country.”
This is a telling phrase, I do believe. (I’ve also heard him say, often, “There are two people that lay down their life for you: the soldier, and Jesus Christ.”) Lanny didn’t say, “We thank you for your service.” He said, “for your service to God and to the country.” Imagine, at a time when the country was never so far from God; when the government of the country was never so unworthy of respect–let alone life-sacrificing service; at a time when the very people of the country have demonstrated their preference for an alien, lying, murderous, demoniac traitor, Lanny still said to the veterans–active and retired, “We thank you for your service to God and to the country.” This I found stunning. Very humbling, actually.
What country? The one that no longer exists? The one we true patriots can only dream about now? The one that, like Indian Country itself, has become a museum piece, a historical relic, a trophy of best memories?
What is it now that veterans are sacrificing their lives for? I am desperate for an answer.
They haven’t been allowed to win a war since 1945. They haven’t been given the honor of victory in nearly 70 years. They have served fantasy government missions, localized logistical challenges, strategic operations with economic goals–anything but war and victory. Their “liberal” rules of engagement insure defeat–even in local initiatives!
War is against a country!–not terrorist group. War is against a whole people, a nation, and not some monstrous infection of murderous rogues and gangsters parading as an amorphous religious cause.
War is for keeps, not for social “development.”
But war is banished from the earth. Only murderers reign. Hordes of slavish, self-idolizing demoniacs. There is no dignity in perpetual skirmishes, no matter how many, how large, and how long. There is honor only in war, and in victory.
This honor has been removed from our sacred American military. Talk about stolen honor! Our soldiers have only their personal discipline and achievement to be honored now, and their special, unique comradery they have for one another, especially in battle.
This is where I falter.
This is where it gets really “Indian.” I’ve always held out the American Indian presence in United States military forces as the supreme example of warriorhood–which it is, really. But, it seems somehow mysteriously isolated now. I’ve been told (by white, liberal-trained anti-American thin bloods) that Indians fight because they like fighting, and are particularly good at it. Well, flattering as that may seem, and however substantial an elements of truth there may be in it, it doesn’t measure up.
The more I think about Lanny Asepermy, and the rest of the Comanche Indian veterans–and most all others, I know I was right from the beginning. American Indian veterans do love this country–yes, even the United States of America, not just the land we are all on. Indians certainly have a primordial, primary love for the land, but, Indians love America, and I mean the United States, and I especially mean Old Glory–the beautiful flag of our beloved country. You’ve never felt the honor of the American flag until you have seen American Indian warriors–in uniform, honor it with all their hearts. There is nothing like that. Nothing.
There was a point in yesterday’s service that those veterans being especially recognized and honored were all sitting in a row of chairs before all the people. While the drum and singers did their thing, the CIVA Princess Chelsea L. Sapcut personally handed to each of them a small American flag to hold. My heart swelled with wonder.
Here they were, these great, decorated warriors (among them SFC Glandal B. Yackeschi–the most decorated of all Comanche National Guard veterans–with 69 in all), holding a simple representation of the American flag–which meant more to them that the flag over the White House means to more than half the country! It was almost too much for me.
Comanche Indian veterans. (There were at least two in active duty, Yackeschi and Karli Wahkahquah were in uniform.) It is always a sight to behold. At this stage of our country’s development, it is even more profound. The delusion in Washington, DC is at the worst intensity in America’s history. The darkness is ineffable, and growing darker daily.
I imagine a military coup. I imagine the kind of solution that, in our present condition, only an American military coup could accomplish.
Are we too dignified for that? Is “revolution” something we don’t do any more? Is true patriotic blood on our capital’s steps beneath us?
Sin is above us. How could resisting it be worse?
This veteran’s day was the most moving I have ever experienced. It is bewildering, because of the alien, murderous traitor parading in the White House, with half the country elatedly complicit in his crimes. Out national image creators, the news, are propagandists. They are delusionists. We have only our own souls to follow now, if we have souls.
“Because sentence against an evil is not executed speedily, therefore the heart of the sons of men is fully set in them to do evil.” Ecclesiastes 8:11
I figure that means we have hell to pay. Soon. The Pale Horse is coming for us all.