Piling On
At last night's Army-Air Force football game, someone unfurled this banner. It's reported that cadets on both sides cheered wildly. Click to enlarge:
John Kerry is a gift that hasn't stopped giving yet.
Via BlackFive, one of a number of excellent milblogs that we haven't linked to as often as we should.
UPDATE: And don't miss Austin Bay's superb meditation on military service, John Kerry and honor.
It's lengthy and multi-faceted. An excerpt:
In 1999 I briefly served as deputy commander of a Hurricane Mitch recovery operation headquartered in Puerto Barrios, Guatemala. An earthquake (6.6 magnitude) struck the region and damaged our barracks area as well as several of the dikes our engineers had erected along the Motagua River. We had to evacuate our barracks, in the midst of heavy rains spawned by a tropical depression.***That night I took the still-boxed Chivas to one of the troops –a tired, exhausted fellow who had earned a gift so precious.***
We chatted for about twenty minutes, about my trip to Soto Cano, about the task force’s new job (earthquake relief), about the lousy weather, about how tired we were. The discussion of weariness led the conversation to our advanced age and years of service, which in part explained the conversation’s next turn. My friend asked, with a glint in his eye: ”You remember what John Kerry said about those of us who served in Vietnam?”
I nodded.
“I was in Vietnam in 1971,” my buddy continued. “I didn’t commit any war crimes and I didn’t see any. Kerry said we were committing war crimes everywhere all the time.”
Remember, readers, this is 1999. We’re in a creaky barrack, wearing t-shirts, BDU trousers, and boots. Earthquake aftershocks occasionally boom–and the booms sound and feel like heavy artillery. And he mentions John Kerry.
“I despise the man,” my friend said. “He lied and benefited politically from his lies….He lied about me.”
