“My Life With the RWVA”, or “How I learned to Stop Worrying and Start Loving The Shot”
November 28th, 2008 . by ScoutBefore I first met the Revolutionary War Veterans Association, I had been, like many other Americans today, going through my days shuffleing along under a cloud of anxiety. For quite a while I had known something was terribly wrong with this country, but what was it? Why was it happening? Why was I awakening each morning with a sick feeling in my stomach, as if I were filled with the rotten remnants of a bad dream I had eaten and could not remember? By what method could I determine the illness that had infected my country?
And most importantly, and even more unsettling was, if by chance I could uncover the source of this malady, what could I possibly do to save the nation from this crippling disease and from the horrible death that would soon follow were nothing to be done, nothing attempted, to save this country . I was one person, living out in the middle of nowhere. I had no close by neighbors and was not in a city where I could possibly even get a sandwich board and spray paint “America is Sinking!!” on it and stop passerbys and alert them to the situation.
I was alone in the middle of nowhere and hopelessly ignorant. I started reading everything I could about the events in our country, current and past, trying to determine what had happened and how, and the best way to place myself in a position to do something, to help my country. Where would I best fit into this complicated puzzle in order to be able to provide help to my nation? I came to the conclusion that I would have to go all the way back to the ideas and writings of the Founding Fathers to understand what I was needed to right the wrongs it seemed were fracturing my country.
One day not too very long after this revelation, I was in town, sitting in my truck at the feed store in Temple, waiting for a delivery of grain for my cattle.I could not get any talk radio on the AM band, and was looking for something to read while I waited and noticed the copy of “Shot Gun News” on my dashborad and started rereading it. I had read it from cover to cover many times already, except for one page entitled “Fred’s Column”. I had been reading SGN for several years and had always just skipped over this column because I had read a few sentences one time and the guy who wrote it, Fred, sounded like one of those fanatics who actually do wear the sandwich boards and clang a bell singing out “The world is coming to an end!”. The first few sentences were full of crazy words like “Patriots”, “Founding Fathers”, “liberty” and “The American Revolution”, and after that, I just always ignored the column. I can not tell you how shamefull this makes me feel now. Too busy and too ignorant and just not enough time in the day to be worried with figuring out how to become a “Patriot”.
I had served six long years under arms in various far away locations, placing myself voluntarily in danger over and over and I figured, like a lot of Americans, that my patriotic dept had been paid in full with this service. After my service I continued to stand and put my hand over my heart during the National Anthem (and I always felt emotion during the rendition of the anthem). I flew the flag on holidays, I voted, I had an American flag sticker on my truck, I always clapped when some politician said America was a great nation and shook my head in disgust when anyone questioned my country’s greatness. Surely this was fulfilling my duty to my country as a Patriot. I didn’t need to be reading a bunch of gibberish about a revolution hundreds of years ago and about ancient patriots too. Plus the print was so small.
Having nothing else to read at this time, I resigned myself to reading Fred’s article in the SGN paper. I was shocked at what I read, all these years I had been passing over the column and it was speaking about exactly the missing pieces I was looking for. Ideas I had been searching for, and about my unfulfilled duty to my country. Finally, a way to help, a way to get involved in helping our nation to survive the coming storm. A wake up call to Americans. In this particular article, Fred was asking for someone to volunteer to provide some land in Texas so that the Appleseed Program could hold an event there to teach Texans to shoot. I emailed the program later that night and had an instructor show up within 24 hours and checked out and approved the site immediately. That was a couple of years and many many events ago.
So how do I feel now that I know what is going on in our country? Better? Yes and no. I now have the truth about our country, just like the doctor walking out of the operating room and telling me that my Grandfather is dying, but he also told me that it was possible that with enough faith and by the most difficult of struggles, he might possibly be saved. But it was up to me. I had to do something to save him, or do nothing and let him die.
A nice clear cut decision. One each person can make for themselves.