"Wheel of Misfortune", a classic example of the "OK, we did our job, now get us the hell home" attitude that settled in after a while during Operation Desert Storm.
Veterans Day
I wasn't sure what to do here at Iddybud to honor veterans on Veteran's Day.
I watched the film "Three Kings" this morning. It reminded me of Operation Desert Storm. I pulled out some old letters from family members serving in the first Gulf War.
I chose part of one letter to share with you, not to evoke some wild emotion in you, but so that you may simply appreciate the everyday life of a soldier serving his country at a time of war. He could be you, he could be me. He could be your son, your brother, your Dad, your lover. Maybe he's there because he loves his country. Maybe he's there because it's simply his duty. Maybe he wants to be there. Maybe he doesn't. Maybe he agrees with his Commander in chief. Maybe he thinks the Commander in chief is wrong. He won't publically say, as a rule. But, rest assured, that soldier has his private opinion, and he's going to let his family and friends know about it. He may do courageous things, but he never planned on being a hero. He's human. He's trusting. He's loyal. He's brave in the face of danger he never thought he'd have to face. He deserves a Commander in chief who truly and humbly understands what the soldier's life is worth to him and to those who love him. (Or her, I do not forget our women who serve).
24 Nov 1990
Letter from APS/Soldier serving in Kuwait
Things are pitifully the same. Last week, a helicopter pilot was sitting in his chopper on the runway, surrounded by other helicopters and people, doing a maintenance check on his equipment. I guess he pushed a red button by mistake and he launched a HELLFIRE MISSILE - it shot about a mile just above the ground - didn't hit anything - and blew up an Air Force Ammunition Supply Point! Believe it or not, nobody was even hurt.
In the last week, we've had one soldier who shot himself in the leg with his rifle - another stabbed himself in the chest. I could never imagine doing anything like that. NEVER! Now, I may sock someone in the chops if I really wanted to get back to the States. (A general, maybe :)
Two of my latest/greatest statements have been:
A. If something doesn't happen soon I'm gonna "wack out".
B. After getting chewed out for not having my hat on when I was supposed to, I imagined saying to the superior, "You know, in the big overall scene of my life, you don't amount to very much."
With that, I'll end this note. I miss you a lot. Write soon.
Love,
John
p.s. Just found out Jay Leno is going to be here in a couple hours. I won't see him since I'm working. :(
Vets- thanks for all you do and all you've done.
You are honored, loved, and deeply appreciated.