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August 23, 2017

Blessed Are The Peacekeepers


As much as I’ve seen and witnessed over the past two years, what sticks out and what weighs on my heart the most is the number of times I kept running into one homeless veteran after another in the endless states I’ve traveled. Way before my life took a left turn towards the township of penury and true adversity, I’ve always had an affinity for people who served in the military. Raised by a veteran of the Ethiopian navy, influenced by the genetic confluence of two grandfathers who served as military officers in World War II and raised by a grandmother who was a hero in the same war, I grew up revering the valor and honor of those who serve their nation.

For the longest time, one of my biggest regrets was passing up the chance to attend West Point as a life of partying and validation chasing closed the doors to the United States Military Academy and in the process forever shuttered the chance for me to become a military officer like my grandparents once were. It took a veteran, an Army ranger, to displace this regret from my heart. When I told him that I’ll forever have remorse in my spirits for breaking my father’s heart when I was 17 by wasting the chance I had to go to West Point, the army ranger told me in all earnestness the following sage advice:

“Maybe you should stop regretting, your foolishness was most likely God’s wisdom, you might not be here today to tell me of this regret had you attended West Point as you now wish you did”.

Just like that, a veteran I never met and a stranger in the night washed away years of contrition I harbored in my heart. In the process, he took a bit of weight off my shoulders, for I carried deep in my soul the memory of disappointing my father and the thought that I spit on the sacrifices he made to raise me by not pursuing the dreams of my father and fulfilling his hopes for my future. No more regrets, it took a war hero who became a peacekeeper at home to erase the very burdens that used to sink my heart whenever I thought about my father who is no longer with me. This is what many don’t see about those who served in wars and come back home, most of them retain their valor as civilians by serving as they can even when they have little to speak of for themselves.

Writing this article is hard for me, when I think of men I’ve met over the years, from Sergeant Black who was a Vietnam veteran who became homeless on 9th Street in DC to Nick who was an army ranger and resided in the same mission I lived at not too long ago to the endless vets I’ve encountered over the years, tears drown my keyboard. What I read in the past about wars and the soldiers who fought in them became more than just abstract notions as these very men and women pixelated in front of my eyes while they struggled to keep a roof over their heads. I didn’t need to read about PTSD in the Washington Post while sipping a latte at Starbucks, I kept meeting one veteran after another who was coping with the vicious effects of battle trauma that none but those who served can ever understand.

Just today, I had the honor and privilege of talking to Captain Rich Belt (link) at the gym that I joined not too long ago. Captain belt is a retired Vietnam veteran who was not only in the army, he served two tours Vietnam at the height of that war. What I visualized through movies like “Platoon” and “We Were Soldiers“, he lived and experienced in reality. Over the span of an hour, Captain Belt told me of the post traumatic stress syndrome he still deals with forty years after the war ended. Long after the last bullet has been fired and after politicians stop using wars to get elected, veterans still struggle daily to subsist for the battles in the mind never end just because the wars did.

Captain Belt’s battles transports him back like a Chinook to his second tour in Vietnam when he realized one day the very soldiers who were serving under him were conspiring to go after him. Dissension in the ranks was growing as more and more enlisted men started viewing officers as the enemy. Fragging, the act of deliberately killing a fellow soldier–usually a superior, was becoming the new normal and Captain Belt realized he might be the next statistic. He told me of a time where he made a decision to pull the trigger on his men before they pulled the trigger on him. This thought, a decision to preserve life, ended up becoming a seed of guilt that bloomed into a forest of regret. The PTSD that gnaws at him, beyond the countless horrors he encountered on the battlefield, is the thought that crossed his mind of ending the lives of the very men he was trying his hardest to preserve.

War is hell; a hell that none of us will ever know as we lead lives of civilian comfort. We say “thank you for your service” without even understanding that the service entailed sacrifice that few among us can ever comprehend. Politicians flick their tongues and speak duplicitously of service as they use patriotism as a means to make yet more money. Meanwhile, the men and women who served and bled have to struggle with never ending traumas and the survivor’s guilt that is part and parcel of being a veteran. In a nation that has more wealth than most countries combined, it is a national disgrace of the highest magnitude that there is one veteran on the street let alone hundreds of thousands who count pavements as their new fox holes and homes.

I write against the excesses of our monstrously overgrown federal government all the time, but let me make this one thing clear. My stance against corruption in DC and the evils of the military-financial complex should never be taken as a stand against veterans and those who continue to serve. In fact, I write what I write and speak against the wickedness of greed that is destroying this nation from within as a means for standing for the very veterans that I should have been standing shoulder to shoulder next to. The endless wars that are being declared in the name of money and corporatism are taking the lives and livelihood of young men and women who serve their nation with distinction and valor. The essence of loyalty is found among men and women who salute and do their duty that is best; utter treachery is found among the politicians who salute them back as they let veterans suffer in silence while using their pains to get elected and count their opulence.

Patriotism is not blindly accepting the edicts of politicians and bureaucrats in Washington DC who serve their masters on Wall Street. Patriotism is standing up for truth and love and speaking against power for there are internal enemies of the United States who are destroying this nation from within. It is time for more and more of us to say enough, have the courage of soldiers and stand against the greed and hubris that is leading this nation over the cliff. Though I never went to West Point, my father Fikremariam Million instilled in me the valor to speak truth to power and to not lead a life of fear. So I speak that same spirit of defiance to everyone else using the little voice I have. Courage! Do not be afraid of people because they have authority; they are just like us, they are not gods on earth.

Our life is but a vapor, do not be afraid to stand up when you see wrongs being committed. It is better to live a life worth dying for than it is to die without living life at all. This is why I have no worries when I write articles against a wicked few who are kneecapping the world. Yesterday I wrote an article about the insidious souls who bleed the world (link), someone inboxed me and said that they worry for me. No need to fear, I believe in an awesome God who keeps protecting me through the fire. Besides, it’s not in my heart to fear, the blood of three war heroes from World War II who took on the Mussolini army and the spirit of my ancestor Atse Tewdros II (link) beats in my heart.

What I’ve learned through this journey and the endless veterans that have kept blessing me is this. There is a bigger army beyond that of country and there is calling within all of us that we can be a part of if we choose to enlist. This army I speak of is that of our creator and the love of God in our hearts that unites us as one. We are in a time of spiritual warfare and a time is before us to choose between good and wickedness. Though I bypassed West Point 25 years ago, another army came knocking on my door and this army I did not wave off. The army I speak of is humanity and the grace that resides in all of us. This army shall one day lead a revolution that delivers redemption using love as a weapon and kind deeds are bullets. We will be led when that revolution comes by veterans; for blessed are the peacekeepers, they shall be called children of God. #BlessedPeaceKeepers

“The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war.” ~ Douglas MacArthur

If you appreciated this write up and you too are thankful for the service and sacrifice of veterans and count yourself as a part of a greater army of love, share this article on your wall using #BlessedPeaceKeepers

Silent Salute 

To the soldiers who sacrificed
Did their duty without asking
I express outrage against injustice
Over immoral wars and endless carnage
I am speaking out for you in the process
 
Veterans in the end understand one thing
Their fellow men were never their enemy
To this day fierce rivals from past conflicts
Embrace after the last bullets have been fired
 
Soldiers salute and do their duty that is best
The sorrows they go through alone
Trauma induced by bodies and reduced humanity
Only to come back home and encounter Satan’s embrace
 
Flash backs prompting cold sweats
Bullets and blood droplets
Too much for the mind to process
Those who die in wars are fortunate
It’s the veterans, the survivors
Who carry the burdens of these remembrances
 
Fallen comrades and innocent children
Indiscriminately swallowed whole by turbulence
Tears mixing with blood stains
Cries drowned out by battle drums
War is humanity’s utmost blemish
 
Concealed by propaganda and theatrics
Patriotism birthing negligence
Our conscience is subverted into ignorance
As we enjoy disengagement’s bliss
Veterans suffer depression’s kiss
Politicians, profiteers and Hollywood
Glorifying war horrors by bending reality
Obfuscating suffering with special effects and rhetoric
 
But to the soldier their truth is the opposite
Rat-tat-tat-tat bullets shattering God’s presence
Untold masses disappearing into graves and silence
We wave flags thanking them for service
They shiver alone bearing the cost of compliance
Final judgments by way of triggers and buttons
 
Only to come back home
Shock and awe replaced by shock trauma
Nightmares that never end
Being continually transported back to mayhem
The battle field redrawn into the mind’s synapses
Piercing quietness with shrieks and terrors
 
Spouses who grow estranged
Children unable to comprehend
Concern pixelating into absence
Loneliness the only friend that remains
The proud and few become islands
Invisible wounds breaking cognizance
This is why so many end up homeless
Many more embracing suicide’s cuddle
Despair muffles life and blends into darkness
To be met by society’s mind numbing indifference
 
We step over them daily
Once warriors turned into the indigent
Salutes being returned with diffidence
Yet in this silence I stand for you
May God forever bless you
Where you are broken
May you mend into fullness
 
Sergeant Black in DC
Vietnam War survivor
Gunny Stevens in Greenville
Korean War survivor
Derrick in Colorado
Iraq War survivor
Frank in Ankeny Iowa
World War II survivor
Countless others who I have met
Had the honor of sharing meals with
May your struggles be fleeting
But your blessings be eternal
In silence I salute you
~ The two poems are excerpts from Serendipity’s Trace, a book I wrote while I was in a boot camp called life which led to a harvest called purpose. ~

Where I did not answer the call to West Point, I answered the call the second time around and said “send me”. See what I mean with the Ghion Cast below.

A salute to the heroes in my family

My grandfather five generations removed, the former king of Ethiopia Atse Tewodros II

My grandfather Fiterawi (general) Million Tedla, war hero during WWII

My grandmother Wubalem Yirdaw, a BIG time WWII war hero decorated for her valor by King Haile Selassie.

My biggest hero of all, my father Fikremariam Million. May God forever keep you in peace dad.

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Teodrose Fikre

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Teodrose Fikre is a published author and a prolific writer whose speech idea was incorporated into Barack Obama's south Carolina victory speech in 2008. Once thoroughly entangled in politics and a partisan loyalist, a mugging by way of reality shed political blinders from Teodore's eyes and led him on a journey to fight for universal justice.

Teodrose was born in Ethiopia the same year Emperor Haile Selassie was deposed by the communist Derg junta. The great grandson five generations removed of Atse (emperor) Tewodros Kassa II, the greatest king of Ethiopia, Teodrose is clearly influenced by the history and his connection to Ethiopia. Through his experiences growing up as first generation refugee in America, Teodrose writes poignantly about the universal experiences of joys, pains and a hope for a better tomorrow that binds all of humanity.

Teodrose has written extensively about the intersection of politics, economic policies, identity, and history. He is the author of "Serendipity's Trace" and newly released "Soul to Soil", two works that inspect the ways we are dissected as a people and shows how we can overcome injustice through the inclusive vision of togetherness.
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Andrew Bartosik
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Good write, sir. I skimmed most but read the part about being for servicemembers, and true patriotism

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Satan is over man’s governments including the military-Matt 4:10;Rev 13. Jehovah God thru His Son Jesus Christ will replace ALL of man’s govts with their heavenly Kingdom rule shortly-Dan 2:44;Matt 24:14;Matt 6:9,10;John 18:36; Psalms 83:18. Man was never meant to rule over themselves and those who are traitors of Jehovah’s heavenly Kingdom rule like apostate counterfeit hypocritical bloodguilty traitorous so-called Christians of Christendom churches will be destroyed at Armageddon shortly-Jer 10:23;Matt 7:21-24;Rev 16:14,16; Psalms 37:10;Jer 25:33. Jehovah God and Jesus Christ and the heavenly angels won’t feel sorry to see them gone forever-Ezek 7:3,4;Ezek 3:17-21;Rev 21:1-5. Jehovah God will very… Read more »
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