In the Beginning

There was a Xanga blog.  Okay, that wasn't the beginning, but it was a while ago.  And while it was not the beginning, it began by mentioning the beginning.

I'll start at the beginning.  Ever since I was a kid, I wanted to be a soldier fighting for justice.  Various things happened, and when I was free of various other obligations I went ahead and joined the U.S. Army.  There were bits I found less than satisfactory, but overall I was pretty enthused.  When I separated, I had cause to reflect on the nature of my military experience and to consider the system as a whole, and came to the conclusion that our military is very poorly designed, particularly for the defense of a free society.
For a long time I simply resisted the impulse to rejoin the military, flawed as it is.  I would occasionally try to explain what I felt was wrong with it and how it could be made better, but only to family and close aquaintances.  As I've gotten more experience about the way the world works, it occurs to me that I was being unnecessarily fatalistic.  I never tried suggesting ways of improving the military to anyone who could actually do anything about it.  And yet...because of my fatalism in general, I've also never gotten any experience in petitioning my representatives, also known as "being a kook."
So here I am, looking for advice on kook letter writing in general and refinement of my ideas for restructuring the military to depend partly (or even primarily) on guys who love freedom enough to put their lives on the line for it, even if they love it too much to give it up for years so they can serve under officers they don't know for causes they didn't choose.