I’m Not a Veteran (But I Tried)
reverendhornibastard
Depraved Deacon of Degeneracy
But I was never drafted.
During my college years I volunteered for the military but was rejected immediately because of the thick eyeglasses I wore. My lenses looked like they were cut from the bottoms of CocaCola bottles.
Later, when LASIK eye surgery had been perfected and I had become a lawyer and could afford it, I had my eyes fixed and didn’t need glasses at all. I celebrated by trying to enlist in the Army Reserves. Turns out they had all the help they needed and said unless I had was skilled as an auto and truck mechanic, “thanks for offering, young man, but no thanks.”
So this morning I took my family to breakfast. After we had finished eating we stuck around and for a while and asked our waitress to bring to our attention any customers in uniform or older folk wearing hats identifying them as veterans. Without identifying ourselves to the guests we covered the tab for just under a dozen veterans before we left.
I may be a pervert, but I still bleed red, white and blue.
For all you veteran mongers out there, Happy Veteran’s Day! Thank you for your service!
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Seems like the poor are forced to do the actual fighting. Nobody in Trump's family is a veteran.
yeah, that's fair.
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Do you have any reading comprehension @IME? I stated in plain English above that your criticism was "fair."
Yes, it’s true that the rich can more easily buy a doctor’s opinion asserting that they suffer from bone spurs. But some rich people go to battle and some poor people are draft dodgers.
Some wealthy Americans who served in battle include:
Robert Mueller
George H. W. Bush
Ronald Reagan
Gerald Ford
Richard Nixon
John F Kennedy
Theodore Roosevelt
Ross Perot
Jack Taylor (Enterprise auto rentals - names after the aircraft carrier on which he served)
Richard Kinder (Kinder Morgan Pipeline Company)
Charles Dolan (Cablevision)
Sumner Redstone (CBS & Viacom)
Frederick Smith (FEDEX)
33 Minutes Ago
You know something IME, I'm much closer to the center than you give me credit for. But if it makes you feel better, go ahead and get it out of your system.
RandomMember
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32 Minutes Ago
"Not debating that that's pretty much how it's always been, but if your gonna call out Trump call out the others."
yeah, that's fair.
ime
When you have to shoot, shoot, don't talk. 🏴☠️
32 Minutes Ago
Yeah use the get it out of your system your ego is so fragile you cant take a valid call out.
I bet, statistically, that the poor serve on the ground in disproportionate numbers.
I think that’s a shame. The fact that most poor people do not become rich people does not diminish the reality of the American dream.
I will go to my grave believing in the American dream. I lived it and the dream lit my path every step of the way. I (and most of my well to do friends) were not born rich but achieved our financial success through hard work and wise use of our money. We didn’t spend our money on tattoos, oversized tires for our pickup trucks, beer, drugs or loose women.
Well, OK. maybe some of us spent some money on loose women.
Nobody is perfect.
Those who have achieved it through decades of unflagging perseverance are usually the keenest to defend the American dream with their lives.
I know plenty of people who risked their lives to reach this country. Most of them arrived with little more than the clothes on their backs and a mountain of determination. Some spent their lives driving taxis, working the cashier at a convenience store or mowing lawns. A few ended up owning a fleet of taxis or a dozen convenience stores.
Their kids win all the spelling bees at school, take the top awards at the science fair and often give the valedictorian’s speech at their graduations.
I refuse to believe these people are smarter than native born Americans. But I do believe these people want success a lot more than many of us.
The man who for years has mowed my lawn in the sweltering Houston heat now owns a yard full of mowers and landscaping equipment. He employs a large team of laborers. I suspect he is undocumented. His kids go to school with my kids and are always stiff competitors for top scholastic honors.
If they slack off or complain that “math is too hard” he laughs and tells me he kicks their butts because he doesn’t want them to be poor, semiliterate and ignorant like their hard working and very stinky daddy.
I am proud to call such people Americans. These are precisely the kind of people who made America great and will keep it great despite the prejudices of those who are too lazy to roll up their sleeves and do what it takes.
@RevHB, nice breakfast tip, good for you, but mostly good for them.
Me, I lucked out. They were having the Vietnam lottery when I came of age; my birthday was drawn # 296. This was the year the draft went highest, up around 200 if I remember correctly.
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Supreme Court rules on DACA tomorrow. Maybe the kids will be deported after all that hard work.
I was 140 and they got to me in March. I got out of the draft by joining the Navy.
“Supreme Court rules on DACA tomorrow. Maybe the kids will be deported after all that hard work.”
His kids don’t qualify for DACA. They were all born in the USA. I’m unsure of his wife’s status. She might be American. If any of them are deported or if they leave voluntarily, it will be America’s loss and Honduras’s gain.
So, when it came time to go to college, what did I do? I went to an engineering college in New York! I never even knew my draft lottery number until my senior year. Had I gotten a greeting, I would have been signed into the Navy the same day (Naval Architecture and Marine Engineering was the school's specialty). During the winter of my senior year I was talking to the retired Admiral who was the school's president and I mentioned that I didn't know my draft number. He said, "You don't? Let's fix that!" He pulled out a binder for my class, looked me up and told me that my number was 350.
Although I never served directly, I spent the bulk of my career working on Navy and Coast Guard ships and systems.
I went for my physical exam and flunked.(4F) became my draft card designation. It wasn’t bone spurs but it might as well have been.
I’ll never forget a friend who was home on leave helping me and a couple of friends polishing off a couple of cases of beer. It was well into the evening when he started crying, telling us how a Viet Kong fighter dropped out of a tree pointing a rifle at him. My friend had his on full automatic and literally cut the person in half with his gunfire. He then saw that it was a 13 year old girl; the same age as his little sister. He cried every night.
Another friend was a helicopter pilot who was evacuating ground troops who were surrounded & under heavy fire. Mark made 5 trips in and out but on trip #6 an RPG took the tail off. His copter pinwheeled into the ground. Mark lived but he had 38 broken bones. The pain was excruciating and he was totally surrounded. He was trying to reach his sidearm to end the pain when another copter saw his movement and dropped down to save him.
War is Hell. My hat is off to all who have served. My prayers are with those who survived.