Love `Em or Leave `Em
I really hate for "the boys" to be Over There for so long, and longer, but I have one word for the families at home complaining ... however many or few are, the News does not make that clear ... "Kwicherbichen."
If they didn't want to be there they would bug out like the two in Canada, and if you love them you have to let them do what they want to do. Grow up already and learn some patience. Read "The Greatest Generation" by Tom Brokaw and PRETEND you have some maturity and dignity as the descendants of great people.
I'm not saying that all the service persons Over There "LIKE" being there, but they prefer to be there than (a) on the run for desertion, (b) in the shrink's offices trying to pull a Klinger, (c) resigning and becoming a civilian again, (d) shooting themselves in the foot so they can get away for a while, get a medal and maybe not have to go back ... etc. None of them were drafted. If they don't believe in what they are doing they can get out and go back to civilian life (oh yes they can). So whiney-baby families, including those thinking the Guard and Reserves are like the Moose Lodge, only with pay, can suck it up.
When a guy or gal has their ass on the line in a foreign land where people try to hand their asses BACK to them, and they have to be there a long time, and they volunteered to go, the last thing they need is for their loved ones to second-guess them and their commander-in-chief (regardless of his weenie-hood) and whine about them coming home.
The issue is not about the duration of the occupation. The thing was a cluster from as far back as "Let's go get UBL in Afghanistan." The issue is families supporting their deployed G.I.s ... or not. My grandmother wrote to me every week while I was in boot camp and every month after that. She told me how proud of me she was, how handsome I looked in my uniform. Yadda. (And I looked like freakin Barney Fife in my official boot camp portrait shot!) The issue us: if you intend to be the family of a G.I., shut the hell up, apply one-tenth the "sand" your beloved is exhibiting, and wait until he or she gets home to belly-ache. Service people in the field rely on personal morale, and family is the second biggest source of personal confidence in a G.I. (The most important is the morale of the unit.) If the folks at home are wringing their hands and pointing fingers at the government it saps the emotional strength of the G.I.
YES this crap has gone on way too long! But if MY niece (or brother, cousin, whatever) is over there, for as long as that loved one is serving, I am the Home Front Reserves and I beat a snare drum and play a fife and I wave a flag and let that person know that they are my hero, they are making a difference ... and if they don't come home they die with my love and admiration in their fading thoughts, not my SELFISHNESS.
If they didn't want to be there they would bug out like the two in Canada, and if you love them you have to let them do what they want to do. Grow up already and learn some patience. Read "The Greatest Generation" by Tom Brokaw and PRETEND you have some maturity and dignity as the descendants of great people.
I'm not saying that all the service persons Over There "LIKE" being there, but they prefer to be there than (a) on the run for desertion, (b) in the shrink's offices trying to pull a Klinger, (c) resigning and becoming a civilian again, (d) shooting themselves in the foot so they can get away for a while, get a medal and maybe not have to go back ... etc. None of them were drafted. If they don't believe in what they are doing they can get out and go back to civilian life (oh yes they can). So whiney-baby families, including those thinking the Guard and Reserves are like the Moose Lodge, only with pay, can suck it up.
When a guy or gal has their ass on the line in a foreign land where people try to hand their asses BACK to them, and they have to be there a long time, and they volunteered to go, the last thing they need is for their loved ones to second-guess them and their commander-in-chief (regardless of his weenie-hood) and whine about them coming home.
The issue is not about the duration of the occupation. The thing was a cluster from as far back as "Let's go get UBL in Afghanistan." The issue is families supporting their deployed G.I.s ... or not. My grandmother wrote to me every week while I was in boot camp and every month after that. She told me how proud of me she was, how handsome I looked in my uniform. Yadda. (And I looked like freakin Barney Fife in my official boot camp portrait shot!) The issue us: if you intend to be the family of a G.I., shut the hell up, apply one-tenth the "sand" your beloved is exhibiting, and wait until he or she gets home to belly-ache. Service people in the field rely on personal morale, and family is the second biggest source of personal confidence in a G.I. (The most important is the morale of the unit.) If the folks at home are wringing their hands and pointing fingers at the government it saps the emotional strength of the G.I.
YES this crap has gone on way too long! But if MY niece (or brother, cousin, whatever) is over there, for as long as that loved one is serving, I am the Home Front Reserves and I beat a snare drum and play a fife and I wave a flag and let that person know that they are my hero, they are making a difference ... and if they don't come home they die with my love and admiration in their fading thoughts, not my SELFISHNESS.
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