My thanks to No Clue Boy, Jaade, Netscape, EddyTeddy, and all the others who have wellwishes for us over here. Now…
E72521. Your foot and my ass would make good buddies, you know that? Point one: Not a goddamned one of us over here would give a rats ass about our Commander-in-Chief being at our funerals if we were to die today, tomorrow, or next week in Iraq (or Turkey, Qutar, Korea, or anywhere within NATO or the USA.) The Honor in our passing will be in the fact that we laid down our lives for our Country, our God (in any and all of His names), and in seeking to bring Freedom to other human beings who have seen nothing but tyranny and bloodshead for over a quarter-century. Point two: Where are the flag draped coffins coming off of a Globemaster or Starlifter? Andrews AFB. When I shipped, we took a puddle-jumper to Andrews from Shaw, and then loaded up for Rammstein. We passed two caskets which were being carried by a joint Army/Air Force honor guard. We stood at attention as this solemn procession moved at sixty steps a minute to its transport and the final leg to some son, daughter, aunt, uncle, neice, nephew, father, or mother’s final resting space. No, the President wasn’t there. But in that procession, ALL of America was there. All of the fathers, mothers, sisters, and brothers who have served, do serve, and will serve were standing at attention, along with the forty of us awaiting our ride. Point Three: Where do you get off calling somebody spineless because he isn’t out there with us? I didn’t vote for our Commander-in-Chief. No, he’s not over here, in my unit. He’s not in the same country as I am. He’s not out here, facing the threat of death like the Coalition armed forces are, but then again, you’re not either. How fucking old are you? I ask because if you’re between 18 and 29, I’d invite you into my beloved Air Force so that you can prove just how much more sack you’re carrying compared to the President. Point Four: Finally, how the fuck do you know what our Commander-In-Chief is thinking? I’ve known soldiers, from Airmen Basic to full Generals who sweat every time they think about the folks under their command. The Dorm Chief, an Airman Basic watching over his fellow Airmen Basic to make sure they don’t catch hell from an Instructor. The lonely Staff Sergeant Training Instructor at Lackland, praying every night that his latest flight of trainees will all seperate from the service, whole and healthy. The Lieutenant-Colonel in command of a SP squadron, sending his boys out into the field, knowing that today may just be the day that he has to write a “Deeply Regret” letter to a mother, father, widow, or lover because a 20 year old Senior Airman died, doing his duty to the best of his ability. The General commanding a numbered Air Force, who makes waves and risks his next star to make sure his boys out there get all they need. The Senator or Congressman who fights for better pay and benifits, fights to spread the truth, and fights to honor us fighting men. And finally, The Commander-In-Chief who shares all these concerns because he is human, bleeds red like the rest of us, and while he may not know me nor any of my men, keeps his eye out on every one of us in the way he knows how. Just like on that tarmac, watching two flag draped caskets pass us on eight pairs of uniformed shoulders, ALL of these men and women are with us. And I don’t care who the fuck you are, because unless you’re a soulless, gutless, worthless piece of subhuman genetic shit, you’re with us too.
Its called human nature. Get used to it.