Let me just put the disclaimer out there to start – not every veteran is a worthless Patriotard cuck, and not every veteran went into war glad to fight and die for the Jews in some random desert hellhole.
In fact, I would go so far as to say that combat in the service of ZOG does one of two things to an individual:
- After watching your buddies get legs blown off, balls torn to pieces by shrapnel, and brains made useless by concussions, you start to ask yourself why are Americans stuck thousands of miles away from home fighting primitive Brown people who never raised a hand against the United States until invaded. When combined with what you see when finally sent home (the same primitive Brown people being admitted as citizens), it doesn’t take much for full redpilling to take place.
- You see your service (usually as a motor pool mechanic far behind the lines) as some sort of holy crusade against those who would deprive everyone of freedoms back at home – technological issues of the Brown people not considered. You then spend the rest of your life dedicated to a political/cultural movement that has done nothing but retreat for the last two or three generations.
The second type is who I specifically refer to in this article – if they are that far gone, they deserve to be browbeaten into seeing what their “service” actually defended back in the States.
Show them, and don’t spare their feelings.
Now I could be wrong, but had we been able to send these images to the soldiers preparing to storm the beaches of Normandy, I think the result would have been mutiny, the massacre of all Allied officers standing in the way, and the lynching of FDR, Churchill, and all others who dared to involve the West in a war that began our great tailspin.