Holy wars make holy foes
Normally I try not to get into politics on my blog, but I have to say something. (I'm wearing my Che Guevara tee today. I'm a rebel dammit!)
Over the weekend, we took a train into the city and the first car was filled with army air corps soldiers. I'm fond of the army air, because my dad was a pilot in WW2 with the corps. The trip was nice as usual. Beautiful Hudson River, cliffs and mountains.
When we arrived at Grand Central it hit me. I had to swallow my tears. As I watched these young soldiers take out their picture phones and take snapshots of themselves and their buddies, some of these boys won't be coming back-ever. They were being shipped out. They'll never be able to bring their children to the greatest city in the world. It was a difficult moment.
Now, I just read in the Times, the government is lowering their standards for enlisting men and women. Those with a criminal record, they'll waive it. Just as long as there is warm body firing a gun, that's all they care about. And the recruiters going to high schools and forcing these impressionable kids to sign up, horrible, no it's deplorable. If parents get upset about unhealthy snacks being offered, how about not allowing the marines to come in and take your kid away.