Friday, December 7, 2012
Yeah. And remember the Lusitania. And the Maine, too.
Booman reverently remembers the dying vets.
My father went, and all my uncles.
They never got over themselves and they never stopped hating the 60s generation for refusing to go obediently to Vietnam, no questions asked, as they and their fathers had gone obediently to Europe for Democratic presidents who had promised them otherwise, twice.
They never met a war they didn't approve, in many cases just being dogs in the manger about it.
"We had to go. Now you have to go."
Bloody Archie Bunkers, all of them.
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