Now, will you recognize MY service as a liberal Veteran of Co. C, 2/1 Infantry, 196th Light Infantry Brigade in Vietnam, or that of my Father, a true "yellow-dog Democrat" and Veteran of the 36th Signal Company from North Africa, through Italy and Southern France and on across Germany to Austria--because I can promise you, I, and I'm quite sure that my deceased Father would agree, that we neither subscribe nor would we support the modern-day, pro-corporate, "conservative" Republican Party. Not for one second.
You're damn right I recognize your service. Being shot at and missed, shot at and hit, supercedes party affiliation for vets. This isn't about you. It's about those who use vets for their purposes on BOTH sides but it specifically points out those who spit at guys like us back then and now, 40 years later, standing on the American flag, telling us how much they "care".
Liars - each and every one of them.
A Co 5th Bn 502 Airborne (101st) Quang Tri
As an aside, didn't you also serve in 'Nam? There's a good chance both of you were there at the same time.
In any event, what you said is 100% accurate. Politicians on both sides use veterans, then toss them to the trash when they've gotten their photo op or whatever. It's stupid and sickening.
We should be honoring guys like you for all that you've done, and I hate it anytime I see a veteran dragged into the world of politics. It's stupid. I just want guys like you and Oldguy to have peace and live out your lives without seeing your accomplishments twisted to fit politicians' desires.
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As another aside: SniperFire, where'd your Obama avatar go? It was funny and I miss it
It never changes. Here's a poem about it published in 1892. (Tommy is short for Tommy Atkins, a slang term for the British soldier. Even today, they're still referred to as "Tom.")
TOMMY
Rudyard Kipling
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!