Spotlight on the October Million Veteran's March that did not receive much national or internet news coverage. The featured photo is to the left of the article where it says related photo.
The following excerpt is from an online article by Washington Times Communities:
"WASINGTON, October 13, 2013 – UPDATED: Thousands of protesters have arrived at the World War II memorial this morning to protest the closure of the memorials during the government shut down.
The protestors have removed the barriers and have entered the monument." -Read more: http://communities.washingtontimes.com/neighborhood/metro-news/2013/oct/13/million-vets-are-coming-dc-demand-their-monuments-/#ixzz2ioMxCwv8
But was that what it was ALL about? The Monument closures? No, it would seem that it was about much more than that. One US Veteran who participated in the event has offered to share his story. I am also featuring video footage taken on the day of the protest from Youtube.com. Please click on the featured video to the left of the article to view photos taken while the protest was taking place.
A FIRST HAND ACCOUNT OF THE MILLION VETS MARCH THAT TOOK PLACE IN D.C. ON SUNDAY, OCTOBER 13. 2013
Veteran, Journalist, 10-25-2013
[contact info withheld]
Slug: Million Veteran March
The Real Million Veteran March
From the Heart of a Journalist, and Soul of a Veteran
When we veterans marched onto Washington, we weren't marching for the tea party, rebel flags or any other side-tracked political message that the media would like you to believe.
That's not to say that those elements weren't there, they showed up, and that's also not to say that they don't have their rights as well, because they do, but by no means did they represent the march, nor were they even recognized by anyone but the media.
We veterans were too preoccupied to be distracted by such nonsense. We were busy staying together as a cohesive group; thousands of us standing strong and being heard.
Although, the president didn't bother sticking around to hear the people, he jumped on Marine One and bolted, all the while we were being assaulted by federal officers.
It was an intense moment indeed. Having our ribs beat on with titanium batons and staring up the muzzles of a dozen or so M4 carbines and sniper rifles manned in various locations and affixed on us was a bit sobering to say the least; eye opening.
We were thousands of America's heroes only the day before, but on that day we were in the cross-hairs of these meagerly trained forces; young, inexperienced departments that were created just over a decade ago.
That sort of environment would put any person on edge let alone hardened combat veterans, as many of us were; driven by a sacred oath. We were insulted, hurt, confused and angered, yet maintained our composure.
Everyone remained professional and kept each other in line. We knew the tactics that were being deployed.
"Are you kidding me?" one veteran shouted, "You're a militarized police force, you learned from us!"
The officers made several attempts to inciting violence so that they could justify making arrests. They wanted us to look bad so that they could break up the march.
In one instance, several officers tried walking through a man standing in place with his flag. When he stood his ground - that is to say, he never fell down or moved to the side - the officers reached for his flag, wrestled it from him, broke it in half and threw it on the ground. He almost lost it, but again he maintained his composure.
Tens of thousands of us veterans from across the nation - maybe a couple hundred thousand throughout the weekend - once again marched in defense of our nation and our people.
Sure the memorials were a major issue, but they're not the entire story. We veterans swore an oath to this nation; a life-long obligation. Not to any politician or special interest, but to our people; against enemies foreign and domestic.
Although there is a handful that enlisted for college money and various other benefits, many more of us are humanitarians at heart.
We love our people so much - our country, our friends and families - that we are willing to make the ultimate sacrifice, as many of us have.
That day, we sacrificed again - our scarce time and resources - and marched for freedom, our rights, our country, our people. We marched for those that couldn't march and for those that could.
Side-by-side and across the generations, we marched for the America that we veterans - our families and friends - sacrificed so dearly and to our detriment, to protect and uphold.
Sadly, the United States Constitution no longer exists in Washington D.C.; merely on the surface level as to create the illusion of freedom, but this steady erosion has been in process for several decades, it is no surprise.
This was a major political and social event with the mainstream media present throughout the duration. Yet, what little media coverage it did receive was a gross misrepresentation of reality.
Not only did they somehow overlook tens of thousands of veterans - reporting that there were only a couple hundred participating - they also only broadcast the two anomalies that hijacked the cause.
Tea party members and rebel flags were plastered all over the media. Now, these things are always expected. As with any message, it is subject to infiltration for the purposes of negative publicity; to steer it in the wrong direction as to quell the masses.
What we didn't expect, however, was the reaction of the local population; spectators if you will, sort of an open coliseum.
Many spent their energy taking pictures and chuckling with their friends as we poured out into the streets with our hearts and souls. Some even went as far as to tell us to "go home."
"We are your heroes!" one veteran shouted, "We fought for you, will you fight for us?"
"Join us," another veteran pleaded, "Our friends and family members died for you. We are scarred for you. Will you join us? Will you fight for us? We are your people!"
"No you're not, f**k you," one spectator huffed, like nearly a dozen others throughout the march.
"If we are not your people, than who's people are you?" another veteran quickly snapped back.
That's when we realized that there's yet another layer to Washington that hinders progression. We almost left D.C. feeling disheartened because of the reaction of the people; one we immediately assumed was representative of all America.
However, we realized that the tens of thousands of people employed in and around the capitol live and work in the immediate area.
They are obviously quick to defend the hand that feeds them. All that money being stolen from the American people creates quite the generous trickle-down effect. Although our natural God-given rights are being grossly assaulted, greed is well protected in Washington.
What scared them the most about us being there wasn't the fact that there are more of us than them, or that we are more trained and better educated than they, but that we weren't there against anyone, rather, for the people, and that's hard to dishonor.
But in light of all these facts, one question still remains unanswered: If we are not their people, then who in the hell's people inhabit Washington? They certainly aren't ours, and by their own admission; certainly not American.