“I didn’t turn against the people. I asked for time to review this insane policy. I asked them to extend the deadline so that calmer heads could prevail and they turned me down. This is no longer the country I vowed to defend. We’re becoming swathes of red and blue on an election-night map. Welcome to the Divided States of America.”
“I don’t want a war, war is anything but civil. It’s the last resort of the desperate and yet… For sixty odd years my government looked to me to defend freedom. I don’t want to believe I was defending a dictatorship. Believe me, I’ve seen what happens when an insane idea got out of hand. The last time, it tore Europe to pieces. The world stood at the brink because one man decided to press the idea of Aryan supremacy into service. We didn’t know what we were getting into then. We thought it would be glorious to defend our notions against theirs. We merely wasted the potential of a million young men.
Just one bad idea, think of all the damage that can do…”
“I believe in the fundamental freedoms accorded us by our constitution. I believe we have a right to bear arms, a right to defend and a right to choose. I have sworn an oath to defend America from external forces from within it. If that means standing against my own government, rejecting a bogus law passed by my own superiors, then …”
“I remember the first time I really understood what it was to be an American… what it was to be a patriot.
I was just a kid… a million years ago, it seems sometimes. Maybe twelve. I was reading Mark Twain. And he wrote something that struck me right down to my core… something so powerful, so true, that it changed my life. I memorized it so I could repeat it to myself, over and over across the years. He wrote…
“In a republic, who is ‘the country’? Is it the government which is for the moment in the saddle? Why, the government is merely a temporary servant; it cannot be its prerogative to determine what is right and what is wrong, and decide who is a patriot and who isn’t. It’s function is to obey orders, not originate them.
Who then is the country? Is it the newspaper? Is it the pulpit? Why, these are mere parts of the country, not the whole of it; they have not command, they have only their little share in the command.
In a monarchy, the king and his family are the country; in a republic, it is the common voice of the people. Each of you, for himself, by himself and on his own responsibility, must speak. It is a solemn and weighty responsibility, and not lightly to be flung aside at the bullying of pulpit, press, government, or the empty catchphrases of politicians. Each must for himself alone decide what is right and what is wrong, and which course is patriotic and which isn’t. You cannot shirk this and be a man.
To decide it against your convictions is to be an unqualified and inexcusable traitor, both to yourself and to your country. Let men label you as they may, if you alone of all the nation shall decide one way, and that way be the right way according to your convictions of the right, you have done your duty by yourself and by your country. Hold up your head, you have nothing to be ashamed of.”
It doesn’t matter what the press says, doesn’t matter what the politicians or the mobs say, doesn’t matter if the whole country decides that something wrong is something right. This nation was founded on one principle above all else: the requirement that we stand up for what we believe, no matter the odds or the consequences. When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree beside the river of truth and tell the whole world…“No, you move””
That’s all I have to say
((ooc: this is for civilwarrpg