The sheep, the wolf and the sheepdog

in #freedom6 years ago

Once upon a time there were a flock of sheep. They walked around, one after the other, seemingly oblivious to the greater world around them and its perils; They simply milled around getting on with their sheepish-lives. When food was presented to them they ate. When water was poured into their trough they drank and when they were told to move through this gate or that, they did. The sheep didn't have much freedom of thought, or so they had conditioned themselves to think, they simply did what the other sheep did, moving where they were told to move, eating what they were told to eat, generally devoid of any autonomous thought. You see, being a sheep is easy, comfortable. Just follow along, do what you're told and when. Don't think, someone else will do that for you. Just focus on sheepish things like getting fat and tasty for someone's plate, or growing wool for someone's sweater. Don't concern yourself with independent thought and certainly don't speak ["baa"] anything that goes against the general consensus of the other sheep. Just be sheepish. image source

Now, of course, being a sheep is easy however, as with every story, there's also a villain. In this case its the wolf. The wolf moves about on the fringes of the sheep, in shadow, cloaked by darkness and mystery at times, and disguised in a clever fashion at others in a bid to resemble the sheep, to blend in. The wolf often justifies its actions by quoting the words of some greater wolfy-power, however in the cold hard light of day the wolf is nothing more than that: A vicious beast. The wolf brings pain and suffering to the sheep, death and destruction. The wolf seeks to alter the world in which the sheep live, and alas, the sheep allow it oft-times; Blinded by the directives and control of the more powerful and greedy corporate and media sheep. The wolf preys on the sheep's weakness, and failure to act, and the sheep suffer, unwilling to act in appropriate ways. image source

And then there's the sheepdog. The sheepdog sits between the sheep and the wolves; He protects the flock often delivering swift and brutal justice upon the wolf. I say he but the sheepdog can also be she of course. The sheepdog places himself in harms way, stands fast, back to back with his fellow sheepdogs. Sometimes a thin blue line, other times a camouflaged line spread thinly, but resolute, against the wolves. The sheepdog accepts his place in the world, the job he does, and he understands that violence is often necessary to protect the sheep; He volunteered for it and quite often lays down his life in defence of the sheep even knowing that many of the sheep don't like the sheepdog and the violent job he does. And yet, he deploys over and over again in defence of the sheep and in a bid to bring the wolf to justice, or send him to meet his maker. image source

The sheep are not grateful mostly, they deride and neglect the sheepdog when he or she returns home carrying physical and emotional scars. They fail to show respect to the sheepdog that he so deserves. You see, the sheepdog does a task that the sheep can't do themselves. The sheepdog provides shelter and a safe environment for the sheep so they can live their sheepish lives in relative peace and safety. And yet, even though the sheepdog often returns home in a bag or box to be buried with honour by other sheepdogs the sheep sometimes disrespect them, defacing their monuments and graves, their very memories, and marching [like true sheep] through the streets of sheepsville in protest of the sheepdogs and what they do.

And what to the sheepdogs do? They deploy again, and offer the required protection to the sheep so they have the ability to live or even deride and disrespect the sheepdogs in safety. The sheepdogs provide a safe environment in which the sheep can disrespect the sheepdogs banner by burning it and disrespecting the sheepdogs anthem by kneeling through it. Do the sheepdogs say enough is enough though? No, they are steadfast and resolute, they offer up their lives, physical wellbeing and emotional stability to protect their banner and those that live between it.

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great post....I would be a sheepdog as thats the way to live your life......sacrafive and with honor

Proud of you for this post my brother. I say brother as that is the wisdom and understanding of a brother that knows.

Sadly the masters of the sheepdogs and sheep alike are these days more dead set on promoting safety for the wolves and are happy to sacrifice the sheepdogs and the sheep alike while also allowing the sheep to disrespect the sheepdogs.

Then there are so often the cries why did the dog bite me, because you poked a stick at you don't care to respect or understand is the answer.

Giving up one's mental, emotional and physical well being to defend those who spit on what you do while failing to be able to do for themselves takes courage, honour and perseverance of which the like very few will understand.

Have a great afternoon

Thanks mate. There's a lot of people happy to reap the rewards gained from other people's toil.

We seem to be on animal stories! (even though this isn't, exactly).

It prompted my memory though.

We had a sheep farm, and athat time, we had - a very small sheepdog - 18 inches kind of small..(the most intelligent and hard working dog I have ever known...)

Any way, one day, we were up in the fields burying some 'dog worried' sheep.
As we were dong this , this massive Irish wolfhound came over the hill - 600 yards or so, away - and heading straight for our sheep.

Without a word from anyone, our little sheepdog, Bess - set off for him.
My dad was worried - it was a very expensive dog! lol

Ten minutes later, she returned, covered in blood.

My dad threw her in the stream, to see where she was bleeding from.

She wasn't bleeding in the slightest.

The Irish wolfhound had no throat...

The sheepdog will put themselves in harms way to protect the sheep. It’s what they do as you saw with Bess.

My post was inspired by a conversation I had with the wife of a friend of mine who was an Australian special forces operator who deployed several times a few years ago. He took his own life not too long ago after a long battle with PTSD. I wrote a post about it back some months ago.

The system failed him and his family as did the sheeple he deployed to protect in the first place.

May he Rest In Peace.

Absolutely a wonderful story! I have a few sheepdog friends who will appreciate the thought and the salute you created for them. I will send the link to them.

Those sheepdogs are often solitary warriors who, by fate or design, have no one to talk with and with whom they can share their stories, making their lives even more difficult for them. Everyone needs someone close enough, and caring enough, to say, "Tell me how you got those scars."

Thanks @willymac, to be honest I didn’t think it’d be very popular however I spoke recently to the wife of a mate who took his own life after a battle with PTSD (was special forces) and that phone call made me want to write about these special people who put themselves in harms way.

Lest we forget.

(I wrote this post inspired by him 3 months ago)
https://steemit.com/war/@galenkp/three-tours-shot-twice-rest-in-peace-rb

I have a young relative who is still in service after returning from duty that placed him in the heart of harm's way for well over a year. He and his command lived in highly stressful conditions around the clock, on their own and, due to the nature of their assignment, none are allowed to discuss anything whatever about the mission, even that they had been deployed.

He is much older than the years' absence should allow, and he is filled with emotions he cannot release or even speak of. He is a sheepdog and also an exraordinarily capable young man who is forced to struggle with his memories, to relieve his stress, and to battle PTSD all on his own, all while pretending his daily life is normal. He has done his duty but no one can ever know. I do know that he has internal scars and he is not the same sheepdog I watched grow up.

Yes, a familiar story. Soldiers march off fresh faced young men and come back battleworn, scarred and fractured young “old” men. Then the next deployment starts, their life after service, in which they struggle to make sense of then and now. So tragic. Governments send them to do their bidding and yet can’t help them deal with their issues later. Such a tragedy.

I hope the young lad can find it within himself to stay the course and assimilate back into his life and society. He won’t be the same but maybe he can be the best version of the “new” post-war him and have the support he needs along the way. Unfortunately his service didn’t end when he returned Stateside.

It is a strange thing to see him in civilian clothes being in his old routine but clearly uncomfortable and struggling to monitor every mood and action as if they are foreign to him and he's playing a role. Wearing his uniform, he has an air of controlled self-assurance and an electric presence. Same man; two behaviors. Neither are the person he was and I suspect part of him is mentally somewhere else and still on an adrenaline high.

People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.- George Orwell

This is such a moving post and I am so glad you shared it. The broken men and women who return from the trials and tribulations for our safe keeping should be shown much more respect and gratitude than they are.

If you haven't already read them, I highly suggest On Combat and On Killing by Dave Grossman.

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