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How I became a 9/11 Truth Activist

 

Hi,

 

I’m Pedro and this is the short story of how I went FROM being a kind of average American kid TO becoming a military guy TO becoming a 911-Truth activist.

 

I grew up in Los Angeles, California. I’m young enough that my first serious exposure to politics was when I was in high school and my PE teacher stopped our basketball  activity inside the gym, and focused us on a small TV we had there tuned in to the news broadcast of 9/11.

 

I joined the U.S. Military right out of high school after 9/11 and didn’t really understand what I was getting into. That seemed to be the right thing to do.

 

MY LIFE IN THE MILITARY

 

In boot camp they did mention we will fight the ‘enemy,’ I understood that part. They also said that most of us will get shipped off to Iraq after our training. Obviously I was afraid, and did not want to go.

 

When I got back from boot camp, my battalion was already getting ready to deploy. The next few weeks with them were a fun experience; I got so used to hanging out with them that I didn’t mind going with them. Thankfully I was placed on a waiting list. I was relieved I could stay home longer and not go to war. But a few months later, I was called to join another small unit, and this time for the real deployment.

 

I received 2 months training getting us ready for urban combat out in ‘the desert.’ It was so weird to me the way they trained us. Now that I think of it, most of it was like being brainwashed … and I’m not talking about a good one. Basically, they wanted to instill in us the feeling that killing an Iraqi was a good thing to do because that’s all they really deserved.”

 

The dogma that was instilled in me after the training about the Middle East, was unbelievable. I understand that we had to be ready for combat, that was a soldier’s main job; but even some of my buddies had second thoughts about this deployment … I could see it and feel it. We couldn’t know it then; but this earliest of military experiences planted our first seeds of doubt.

 

I did get deployed to a base near a small city in Iraq from 05-06; but did not really experience combat. Instead I worked  as a Transportation Management Coordinator, basically logging in convoys, or any group of vehicles going in and out of our FOB (Forward Operating Base).

 

(On a side note: Those Special Forces and Navy Seal units were pretty bad ass, especially when one of them came with a Gatling Gun, “mini-gun”, mounted on their up-armored Humvee…

 

It was pretty cool at the moment, and still kind of is; it’s just natural since I was what one would call a FOBBIT. (A term used to describe soldiers in Iraq that rarely if ever leave the relative safety of the Forward Operating Base (FOB). This is a pejorative term used by soldiers that spend a lot of time outside the wire being shot at and dodging road-side bombs, for those soldiers that live a safer and more comfortable life.)

 

The only serious action I saw was about 200 yards away from our shack towards the exit of the FOB. It was night time and there had been the usual fire between our towers and some individuals out there in the tall grass. You could see tracers at night. However, this one time I saw an RPG fired that actually hit one of the towers, silencing the soldier shooting from within it for a few seconds, who then continued firing back. No ‘friendly’ casualties; but I can’t say about the other side.

 

Members from different branches of our military, as well as civilians that worked for military-contractor, KBR, and even Iraq military would pass through our shack to sign in or out. We got used to seeing them and often would engage in conversations, sometimes about what was going on and why. Most of them avoided even those simple questions, and that was when I started wondering, why? Did they know things I didn’t, or they didn’t want me knowing? Was it too hard to answer, or did they “know” as little as I did and just went with we were told? Was ignorance better than knowledge here? I can’t say, as I have not kept in contact with them since then.

 

I remember the group of 5 KBR-people I worked with always mentioned that they didn’t care what or why anything was happening as long as they got paid. They did the same thing I did, nothing hard at all;  but they got paid handsomely – at least 3-5 times more than we did. Some of them even recommended that I join KBR. At first it was tempting ; but I wanted to know more about KBR, Halliburton and these military contractors before I’d make such a decision.

 

AFTER LEAVING THE MILITARY: BIG PERSONAL CHALLENGES CAUSED ME TO REVIEW THAT EXPERIENCE

 

Coming back home, to the U.S., I found my battalion and a few others seem more physically and especially mentally broken down than I ever thought they would be. The military wasn’t fun anymore. Not that war is fun; but the vibe I got now was so depressing and so wide-spread.

 

I had the unfortunate event of contracting cancer just a few months after coming back, – fortunately I beat it. The doctor did not know why as I was the first in my family to get it. That opened so many questions…

 

(“Looking back on that surprise cancer, makes me think about the US Gov assuring all New Yorkers that the air was safe to breath just days after 911 – how many surprise health-disasters have New Yorkers experienced since then?”)

 

It was during my time fighting this cancer that I started questioning my military experience, even what seemed like the small things back in Iraq. Everyday we would pass through this dust of burning debris, which came from many burn pits. It didn’t smell bad at all; but your gut just told you there was something wrong with that. However, our commander insisted it was nothing, and just told us to keep on. Such great advice !; and, besides, there was no way to avoid it as it was on our route to our shack. Eventually I found out that what was being burned was trash, plastics, medical waste, animals, even body parts.

 

It seems that the government did not have to abide by US laws there as it was just another country and they could do whatever they wanted.

 

TOO MANY NASTY LIES WOKE ME UP!

 

There were so many powerful contradictions between what I had believed and what my highly-informal education in real-life politics was slapping me across the face with. This was when I ‘woke up.’

 

From then on I got exposed to conspiracy theories, most involved 9/11, of course. I can go on and on… but you get the picture.

The one thing I KNEW is that I had to do something, make some kind of a contribution.

“911 Crash Test” looks like just the right place to do that! Let’s do this!

Pedro De La Cruz

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