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Veteran’s Affairs
Today, I’ve returned to the “Conspiracy Coast” as President Zaphod dubs it. Upon my return, we’ve hired a gentleman that has been staying at a neighbor’s house across the street to paint our house. This is no ordinary gentleman, this man happens to be a Vietnam era Purple Heart recipient.
My new neighbor wasn’t drafted to the rice paddies. In fact, he enlisted voluntarily to kick ass. Two of his band members were killed in Vietnam and he was there for blood. Rightly or wrongly, he made a choice but was sent to the lines as a mechanic. A darn good mechanic, his company came under fire.
Nobody at this point wanted to venture into the thick of the jungle to rescue those trapped in a hail of gunfire. Except of course for our newfound friend. Instead of being sent to the front lines, his commanding officer sent him to a psychiatrist. Presumably nobody in their right mind wanted to go out there. Some military! You would think we would nurture that kind of “can-do” spirit, that kind of Rambo like spirit.
No, you see, the leadership of our military has become much like those found in big business. We’re talking about bureaucrats. Pencil necked spineless homosexuals that shuffle papers instead of rolling up their sleeves. This story I know is hardly unique or even important. Yes, there are many brave men and women in uniform. Yes, there are Generals with impeccable records out there. But the real problem is that we forget the military is not infallible. Many in its ranks are fools. But can you really blame them? When confronted with conflicts such as Vietnam or Iraq, the incentive to win isn’t really all that defined. What exactly is the mission or victory?
If we’re going to be a big bad imperial power, let’s act like one. Why not issue Constitutional Letters of Marque? Throw the political correctness out the door and let’s just kick butt. Or else, then let’s pack up and go home.
A postscript, my new neighbor does not receive Veteran’s benefits.
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