Veteran’s Day


I think of myself as an un-idealistic pacifist – I try to be a nice, considerate guy but when pushed, I don’t allow people to walk all over me. Touring the aircraft carrier Yorktown left me with a that old queasy feeling I often get around weapons…

The Yorktown is basically one, very, very, very big weapon. Poking around on it, you realize that the designers of this hugh machine thought of the people who manned it as little more than machine parts. This is a gigantic weapon designed to destroy other gigantic weapons.

Sad, horrendous, but critical to our country being, well, our country.

I could go on for pages and pages about my mixed feelings about this day and the weapons used by our veterans (I’m one). But I won’t.

Thank god for the veterans and military personnel who have risked their lives fighting for what they believed in. And damn you to hell those who have sent them off to do it when it wasn’t needed.

Like I say, I get a little queasy thinking about this stuff.

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3 thoughts on “Veteran’s Day

  1. Well…………….the dead ones come back and do the same thing to those who sent them off. Don’t damn them, forgive them or it just keeps happening again and again and …………………………………………….again.

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