Fellow Veterans and Patriots
I am William “Sam” Sampson, U.S. Army Infantry 1985–1989, injured on the Korean DMZ, 60% service-connected for spinal injuries and PTSD.
You know me as the Veteran Meme Machine—calling out the system, honoring veterans, reminding everyone our oath doesn’t end. This is my truth—no polish left.
The Wichita Crisis
I’m at the end in Wichita, KS.
Everything has collapsed. Threats constant. Two business attempts failed. No savings left. Only income: $1,391 VA disability each month.
All that remains is in Tucson, AZ storage. The Phoenix—my 2008 ambulance, converted into an off-grid home and office for a mobile video business. It was my rising from the ashes, my hope, my freedom, and the quiet I needed desperately to deal with sound-sensitive PTSD, yet launched just before CV19. Small cargo trailer with dual-fuel generator, welder, shop tools, and family heirlooms—including my deceased father’s medals—are at risk.
Next payment due March 1, 2026. If I don’t get there, it’s on the auction block.
I’m now reducing my remaining possessions to two large suitcases for the bus ride. WarCats necessary desktop torn down to parts. Broken electric bike (wheelchair) abandoned. Taking only what serves survival. So much left behind—because there’s no other way.
This is the toll of my fight for America and the freedom I vowed to preserve. No veteran left behind.
The Tucson Solution
This is how you can help—turn the crisis around and get a brother home.
Your support makes the difference. Here's the absolute minimum plan to reach Tucson, get safe, and save what's left. Every dollar goes straight to the mission—no overhead, no waste.
| What Your Support Covers | Estimated Cost | Why It Matters – Your Impact |
| Late-January Greyhound bus to Tucson (two large suitcases, 1200 miles) | ~$250 | Your gift gets me out of Wichita and on the road home—no other way. |
| Short motel stay near the Tucson VA (10–14 nights for intake and stability) | ~$1,200 | Your gift keeps me off the street and gives time to start VA intake—the first safe ground in years. |
| Secure the March 1 storage payment (Phoenix, trailer, tools, medals) | ~$400 | Your gift stops the auction—saves the Phoenix and my father's legacy. |
| Buffer for food, local moves, emergencies | ~$750 | Your gift keeps me alive and mobile while I land—covers basics and any unexpected hit. |
New goal: $2,600 ($220 already raised—thank you).
100% goes to this relocation and safety in Tucson.
This is stage one only—reach Tucson, secure storage, get stable enough to assess what’s next.
If you can give—thank you.
If you can share—thank you.
No veteran left behind
The Full Fight
You’ve known my voice for years—calling out the system, honoring service, reminding us the oath doesn’t end. I never asked for anything because I was giving back to the my fellow community of veterans and Freedom loving patriot.
But, the fight has been very long.
It started the day I left service in late 1989.
I served in the U.S. Army Infantry 1985–1989. An injury on the Korean DMZ crushed three vertebrae. The Army offered one path: rot in a chair in CONUS, administrative duty until retirement or dismissal. No more field. No more fight.
I refused.
I made it clear to the retention SFC that was unacceptable. I limped out of patriotic service straight into an apathetic and pathological VA—deadlier than any front line I was denied.
That was the inciting incident—the moment the oath became personal. Not just serve America, but fight for the freedom I vowed to preserve, even when the system discarded me.
The years after were a wander. Living in trucks, searching for purpose, studying spirituality. The core question: How do I find God without human influence? The VA, the government, the "second retirement seekers" more interested in comfort than ending veteran suffering—they all failed. I sought peace in vehicles of my own making, away from the pathology now exposed.
The Phoenix was my rising from the ashes. In the Arizona desert, I converted a 2008 ambulance into an off-grid home and office—solar panels, generators, wired it all myself. Muve2Go Mobile Video was the dream: travel, live cheap, record veterans telling their stories of abuse, help them avoid what I’d been through, stay free.
Covid killed the business. The Phoenix broke down. I couldn’t fix it alone anymore. I took a job offer in Wichita, putting everything in Tucson storage. Within days upon arrival, I had my life threatened and escaped to the living hell I have known now for 18 months.
WarCats was the restart—graphics, trailers, remote work to rebuild income. I tried for over a year. But the body and mind needed quiet I couldn’t get.
Wichita was meant to be a bridge. It became the final trap—threats constant, gunfire nights, PTSD peaking, and collapse.
Now I’m reducing my world to two large suitcases to survive the jump.
This campaign is stage one: get to Tucson, secure storage, get safe.
Stage two begins when I’m there—assess the Phoenix and trailer. Resurrect what’s viable, sell what isn’t. Either the Phoenix reborn or quiet ground pivot—WarCats is the only life ahead.
America is in deep right now. Going into war again while leaving veterans to die has no honor.
When the platoon closes ranks for one veteran, we all win. It’s the America we served. It’s the oath we keep.
Help me get home.
Help me rise again.
No veteran left behind.
Very Respectfully,
Sam the Veteran Meme Machine
Email: Muve2Go.today@protonmail.com
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