The struggle begins

Thirty one years ago I stood in this Piazza. I was a soldier stationed on an isolated missile site in Northern Italy. I had no idea the real struggle for me was to begin 20 some odd years after I got out of the Army. This past Monday I took a sign and walked from the Veteran's War Memorial to City Hall to the Post Office. When I got to Central Park the Globe was there along with a camera man from KIMT. Both crews did a very good job. Must write a note to both organizations thanking them. Dad wasn't there. I'd hoped he would accompany me. He'd said he would. When I called him on Sunday to arrange a time and place to meet he either became confused or at least acted that way. In either case he wasn't there. I've had several phone calls from well wishers and people who had either seen the newspaper or TV coverage have approached me and thanked me for my courage in speaking out. I wish I knew how to start a grass roots movement here. A petition? A march for border control? How do I contact those who would be interested in this issue? Posters?

Well, it is time for me to once again work. I have done so many things the President says Americans don't do. He is such a liar...Well first I must scan the horizon for presence of intruders....