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.
Otherwise this D-Day, I intend to reread the Noonan/Spender/Reagan tribute.