An unlucky guy may find himself stuck with one of those neocon-right warriors of the lectern. They demand we send our kids to war to create "democracy" in every populated desert waterhole and jungle clearing on earth. It is always instructive to stop them in mid-rant and ask:
"Sir (or Madam), please, where and when did you wear the fighting uniform?" Amazing how many of the loudmouth warhawks found actual service simply too inconvenient.
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From AceOfSpades:
"You know what I did this morning? Maybe it would be better if I told you what I didn't do this morning."
"I didn't have to spend over 12 hours on a transport ship in choppy water, then clamber down a cargo net into a plywood landing craft, all while carrying up to 100 pounds of gear on my back. Then, I didn't ride through the rough surf in that little plywood target, only to have the steel ramp (the only part of the little plywood boat that was even remotely bullet-resistant) flop down and drop me into the cold ocean water in front of a beach filled with steel obstacles, mines, flying bullets & exploding artillery rounds."
"Obama Beach" my ass.
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