Whining Veterans Don’t Know This Is General’s, Admiral’s and Chickenhawk’s Day

(4 pm. – promoted by ek hornbeck)

Steve used to spend many hours at our home with my son practicing tae kwon do, walking a tight rope and doing various other annoying things.

Actually none of the martial arts and athletic stunts were annoying but Steve could be.  If I had only known more about his family…  Well let’s not go there.

Steve went into Special Forces.  My son chose to become a sissy Navy nuke.  Hard to say who was most foolish but Steve had the most adventures.  

Steve was in a wheelchair for months and told he would never walk again.  Steve was eagerly pursuing his lifelong ambition to be an artist now that he could when he somehow managed to walk again.  Intractable pain in his back will probably last for a lifetime but, hey, what do you expect when you enlist?

Steve was once court-martialed and imprisoned for years for breaking most everything to break in a Korean officer’s body when the Korean sought to enforce an illegal command with a pistol to Steve’s ear.  His family always knew Steve was no good but the Army didn’t.  Months after the affair had blown over, Steve had his rank, pay and status quietly restored.

After leaving the Army, Steve became a professional sky diver.  I didn’t know there was such a thing as a professional sky diver but Steve is or was one.

At least one time, an adventure as a skydiver matched any combat in wars we never fought.  Steve landed in a lake after tangling with a tree and was unable to free himself from the parachute and back pack.  As recounted by my son, Steve strained to get an occasional breath of air.  A five-year-old on the way from the drop talked about one man in a lake to his father as they were on their way home.  Steve was rescued after an hour or two.  He thought he was a goner, Steve told my son.

Steve whines some on occasion about lost records of wars never fought, like other Special Forces recruits and even this “peacetime” Vietnam veteran, but this is a day for generals and admirals and chickenhawks who held our coats and sent us off to war.  Some of us are just too dumb to learn.  I will thank you for not mentioning it.

Best,  Terry  


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  1. TMC

    of the many wars that were fought so we would have no more wars, it was revealed in a leaked memo from Pres. Obama to John Boehner during the 2011 negotiations, that the president was very willing to throw all those veterans under the bus in order to achieve his grand bargain:

    Here’s the ultimate Beltway insider, Bob Woodward, on Meet The Press with David Gregory. It seems that someone leaked Obama’s 2011 Grand Bargain memo to House Speaker John Boehner. First, Woodward’s on-air comment (my emphasis):

       “This is a confidential document, last offer the president – the White House made last year to Speaker Boehner to try to reach this $4 trillion grand bargain.  And it’s long and it’s tedious and it’s got budget jargon in it.  But what it shows is a willingness to cut all kinds of things, like TRICARE, which is the sacred health insurance program for the military, for military retirees; to cut Social Security; to cut Medicare. And there are some lines in there about, “We want to get tax rates down, not only for individuals but for businesses.”  So Obama and the White House were willing to go quite far.”

    Yes, “quite far” indeed.

    Obama was reelected with the hope that he had changed. I don’t think the voters realize how little difference there was between hm and his opponent Romney. The only thing that stands between Obama getting these draconian cuts to the safety net is the Senate.

    We are screwed.


  2. terryhallinan

    Means a lot to me.

    Though few may read and of those who do fewer will care, Steve is very real as are all the veterans among whom I dare to number myself.

    I visited The Wall in D.C. years ago and I started looking for the name of the first man to make it onto the honor roll of baby killers even as a “peacetime” veteran in Vietnam.  Something got in my eye as I was looking and my wife gently lead me away.

    I would love to chisel the name of the lady who designed that wall.  She took terrific punishment for her incredible artistry.

    We know about such things.

    Best,  Terry

  3. terryhallinan

    Frankly there was some temptation with the threat of Romney but I prefer to vote for someone rather than against a perceived one more evil.

    I would like to believe the Senate will stand in the way of Obama doing some very bad hurt to working folk, the infirm, very young and aged but one might as well believe coyotes will stop eating sheep in my view.

    Best,  Terry

  4. Lasthorseman

    I am something way outside of conventional and if you have an interest in checking out some of my favorite alts.





    That will keep you busy.

  5. terryhallinan

    I am not really new to Docudharma nor to all manner of tales, fanciful and real.  

    I was reading and (very rarely) posting on the internet before Al Gore invented it.  It was Arpanet back then.  

    I think it was later, after Al Gore invented the internet or maybe not, that I heard tales of a group of foot fetishists posting.  By golly, I found them and they seemed authentic [I felt like a peeping tom must feel] but so far out of my ken that they might as well have been the space aliens that a kindly landlady (not my landlady but a lady that rented rooms to mainly college students) was certain lived amongst us.  She belonged to five groups that believed space aliens were with us but said two of the fiver were a bit “far out.” Guess so.  Wonder how one would know?

    My primary knack is rubbing people the wrong way though I really don’t try.  I was mostly silent when an American Nazi told me about how the problem with capitalism was competition rather than cooperation.  We were playing a correspondence chess game.  Had never really thought about Nazis being socialists before.  Socialism took on a somewhat different meaning somehow.

    I stayed very quiet when a personal friend told me about how to break horses (yeah I know that is not PC, that one is supposed to train horses but horses are not so easy to train and I have seen one man killed trying).  Spent a lot of time on horseback when I was young.  My brother and sisters and I all had our own horses and not at some riding academy or school or whatever those places are.  When I was kicked by one… She really didn’t mean it.  She was aiming at the horse I was riding but had worse aim than President Clinton when he hit an aspirin factory with a Hellfire missile when Clinton was aiming at the House Judiciary Committee.  Anyway my friend knew all about training horses from a correspondence course.  I congratulated him on passing.

    Today I am frightened by horses and motorcycles (owned one of those too) but most of all of women…let’s not go there.

    I left Docudharma years ago and didn’t read it again until lately because a lady I greatly respected tore me into little pieces for mildly objecting to Jews being called Nazis.  

    Say would you like to know about mancancer that all men will get if they live to 90 but some doctors want to stick needles up our butts willynilly and take a chance on us becoming impotent, incontinent, having a heart attack, getting diabetes and worse so doctors and hospitals and insurance companies and various suppliers can make a lot of money?  

    Don’t suppose.  That’s the way I get invited to hit the open road so often.

    I don’t know anything but occasionally have the illusion I do and man oh man is that trouble.  I only know for certain agnostics are too gawddam sure of themselves and that makes them very mad to be told so.

    Best,  Terry

  6. Lasthorseman

    I also have that problem with language and getting interpreted as if I were some sort of “normal” person belonging to this culture.  

    So in light of recent goings on, hmm Petraus resigned over a sexual affair.  Yeah, right I buy that one.

    The fiscal cliff.  Yeah, how is this different from the engineered deliberate crash of 2008?

  7. terryhallinan

    I am thinking about posting a tall tale about the Old West that would make a Texan blush – and has the singular advantage of being absolutely true.

    Fortunately it will be only an accident that anybody here would read it and much more unlikely anybody will believe it so I need not worry about the brickbats that would get me thrown off modern “liberal” sites.

    Best,  Terry

  8. Lasthorseman

    way back in the early nineties because he cut back on taking care of military family members while partying hearty himself cause he was after all “the commander in chief”.

  9. terryhallinan

    I posted (probably on the Orange Satan among other places) that Clinton was likely nominated in good measure because he was a draft dodger rather than in spite of it.

    Objections were not as noisy as I expected.

    There remains a vast wall of separation between the officer ranks and enlisted.  The generals get respect even when begrudged.  The soldiers none at all.


    I went into a public-‘ouse to get a pint o’ beer,

    The publican ‘e up an’ sez, “We serve no red-coats here.”

    The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die,

    I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I:

       O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, go away”;

       But it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins”, when the band begins to play,

       The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,

       O it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins”, when the band begins to play.

    I went into a theatre as sober as could be,

    They gave a drunk civilian room, but ‘adn’t none for me;

    They sent me to the gallery or round the music-‘alls,

    But when it comes to fightin’, Lord! they’ll shove me in the stalls!

       For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, wait outside”;

       But it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide,

       The troopship’s on the tide, my boys, the troopship’s on the tide,

       O it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide.

    Yes, makin’ mock o’ uniforms that guard you while you sleep

    Is cheaper than them uniforms, an’ they’re starvation cheap;

    An’ hustlin’ drunken soldiers when they’re goin’ large a bit

    Is five times better business than paradin’ in full kit.

       Then it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, ‘ow’s yer soul?”

       But it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll,

       The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,

       O it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll.

    We aren’t no thin red ‘eroes, nor we aren’t no blackguards too,

    But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;

    An’ if sometimes our conduck isn’t all your fancy paints,

    Why, single men in barricks don’t grow into plaster saints;

       While it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, fall be’ind”,

       But it’s “Please to walk in front, sir”, when there’s trouble in the wind,

       There’s trouble in the wind, my boys, there’s trouble in the wind,

       O it’s “Please to walk in front, sir”, when there’s trouble in the wind.

    You talk o’ better food for us, an’ schools, an’ fires, an’ all:

    We’ll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.

    Don’t mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face

    The Widow’s Uniform is not the soldier-man’s disgrace.

       For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Chuck him out, the brute!”

       But it’s “Saviour of ‘is country” when the guns begin to shoot;

       An’ it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ anything you please;

       An’ Tommy ain’t a bloomin’ fool — you bet that Tommy sees!

    – Kipling

    Best,  Terry

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