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Indian Winter

By Tomas Jose Juan Ascindro Giron

Sorrow weeps in the lonely empty heart, as it ends its time in the test of history and the promise of freedom and liberty, which were a promise buried in bigotry. The little Indian Lad was joyful and happy in a world of promise, growing in an environment of hate and greed. This story is about the truth, and about the real live experiences of living as an Indigenous Native in their land occupied by a different flag and ideology. Unfortunately in history this time was also an explosion of greed, hatred, genocide, marginalization and callous indifference.

These many years of traveling a "white road" brought the little Indian Lad to a final Indian Summer, wretched into a violent Winter which is the product of the above forementioned. The beginning of our tree was established in the eons of history prior to the occupation of our spirits. Our Nations joined the military efforts for a promise even after being almost annihilated to be free and have liberty and freedom. In this winter solstice of age my regrets are like rivers running with swollen anger, hate which never was known in spirits of our Nation. Time is reaping the sowed fields of history, weeping at the acts of humanalia upon each other.

With a century of familial dedication of military service to a Nation our regrets are many. The promises were hollow as the wind which now forsakes their future. The home spun stories carried into to every decade of the 20th century, has revealed the mean spirited hatred and greed carried in a Nation of Racist's! The time to lay down the weary pen of hope, which is knocking upon this door of winter's solstices, only bringing empty rivers of promises which never found the harbor of honor. The lonely empty tears, cry into the forever's, of tomorrow's justice where the veteran of dishonor lies in his bed of forsaken war crimes, committed by greed, hate and lies.

We leave no one behind! The honor of a Nation stands on these words, today if the Nation would open its eyes it would see the veteran with no legs, no arms, mindless laying in the muck of their freedom. In our familial case of military service I could see the sociological engineering and decimation of our breed through war, but the real true indoctrinated red blooded Americans do not deserve a death bed of callous indifference, and otherwise neither do we!

This Nations responsibility to veterans must change! And, it needs to be immediate! It can start by reducing the number of service organizations, 40 or more, which only seem to jam the VA System and are receiving outlandish salaries for their CEO's, ADJUT., (Chief Executive Officers, Adjutants). For example, the American Legion CEO receives $206,661, DAV CEO, $328,252, VFW CEO, $239,534. I thought they were volunteer service organizations.

It was 34 winter solstices when my case in the Veterans Administration (VA) was approved. Sorrow leaked into Mother Earth with tears of unforgotten miseries, and is traumatized today with the shocking truth of trusted laws and constitutions being violated in pure hatred, greed and decimation of our veterans, who have served with honor to a nation of bigots! Change needs to be immediate and direct. The painful tears of mothers have been laid upon a hollow tomb of dishonor, where justice is screaming for truth.

America and the Constitution, the Red/White/Blue, have lost its way. The path of liberty, freedom and justice has been tainted with selfishness and self-aggrandizement to the tune of brutality when it comes to the care of the United States Armed Service Veterans whomever they may be. The honor to toe up to the line of voluntary honor and valor has been desecrated by the hopelessness of acts which make green young willow limbs break in storms of callous indifference. Tears are being choked back in the weathered aged ducts, where they fall unto Mother Earth with the acknowledgement of dreaded hope lying in the rivers of hope which never found the wharf of truth in time! The villages grew, now the villages must act, every village that holds the wounds of honor, and valor must make the ultimate sacrifice to heal their homecoming veterans with love and compassion.

In closing this vignette, the feather of the sky that sees all is now leaking red blood of sorrow to Father Time, who with the deepest ingredients of honor and valor beckons the consciences' of humanalia, pleading for the retreat from the unwarranted climate attack on Mother Earth and to heal the honorable who have been members of a special breed, whom have given life, limb and honor. Honor, to the Native Indigenous Warriors who have served in the protection of these precepts and inducements to Life, Liberty and Justice for all!

Tomas Jose (US Fed. Govt.) Juan Ascidro (CO State Govt) Giron is a disabled Veteran of the United States Army 1963-1967.