Tuesday, July 3, 2018
I ain't no senator's son....
So we are sitting on the porch and a helicopter is hovering over the neighborhood. It has to be a police helicopter and they must be looking for something. Anyway the noise was unbelievable and right over head. So I did the only thing I could.
I went on Youtube and started playing Vietnam songs.
And looked in the shrubs for Charlie.
It took me back. I was never brave enough to serve like AllenS. In fact the first year I was eligible the draft was over. I think I would have enlisted if I was going to get drafted because I wanted to be in the Navy like my Uncle. My Dad would have kicked the shit out of me if I tried the Army because he served twelve years. He told me that if I didn't have to go I shouldn't. The service in the early seventies had a lot of problems. Drugs. Racial. It was a bad time and I had a scholarship so I never thought about it at all.
Still I remember Vietnam vividly. At least the effect in Brooklyn. A bunch of guys got drafted but a bunch also volunteered. The guy who lived on the top floor of my brownstone enlisted in the Marines. He was hot shit. He had a convertable and was always riding around with a different hot chick in a miniskirt and gogo boots like Nancy Sinatra. In 1966 he enlisted and did pretty great. He got promoted to corporal and came back on leave to visit his Mom. Couldn't buy a drink. Then he was shipped over to Nam.
They blew off both of his legs. He came back with a chair and a bag. For what? For a bunch of miserable gooks who ended up turning Commie anyway and now have factories that put our people out of work. I truly value with AllenS and his buddies did. Their nation called and they answered. With bravery. Fidelity. Courage.
Just like the soldiers at the Little Big Horn. Normandy. Getttsburg. Iraq. Afghanistan.
I just don't know why we need to ask our best to give up so much for the scum in other shit holes. We need to protect our homeland. Secure our borders. Not spend billions protecting the Krauts and the Frogs. I hope the God Emperor bitch slaps Merkel and pulls our guys out of Krautland. Or at least moves them to Poland, Hungry or Czechoslovakia. Places where they have our back. Otherwise we need to take out boys home. Now.
Random thoughts while I sip coffee and listen to a helicopter over head.
It's just a shot away.