Veteran’s Day

Sorry not to have a Veteran’s Day post, but I’ll squeak this one in just before the day ends. I got to speak to my brother, Sgt. Joe foo’ the Marine, for the first time since he went to OCS (as today is also his birthday). He says it’s way harder than boot camp. Wish him and Patriot Xeno well (Xeno posted today about his experience at OCS, and my brother confirms that about 30% of those who started are already gone).
Hot Air has a great video of Michelle Malkin interviewing the surviving Doolittle Raiders and getting their opinion on today’s war. A must see for everyone.

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  1. Being a veteran myself, I have always been pretty aware of this day, as well as Memorial Day. It’s kind of of ingrained. Like being able to field strip an M16 in the dark. I can still do it in my head. Not bad for a combat medic.
    We were fortunate to run across the the Longmont, Colorado Veteran’s Day parade today. The crowd was pleasantly large, the weather cool but pleasant. High school bands playd the hymns of the Army, Navy and Marines, as well as acouple of Sousa tunes. But it was the veterans who moved me to tears. I saw a man who had to be in his 80s, wearing an Army Air Corps uniform, heavy with medals. His wife helped him unfold his lawn chair. He joked with someone I assume was his son0in-law.
    In the parade I saw a Marine Second lieutenant in his dress blues, sitting next to his father, wearing his green Marine service uniform.
    they followed a fomration of men who whore paratrooper uniforms, Marine uniforms, and the beautifully irreverent hodge-podge of the Vietnam vet. I cried. It hit me hard. As stupid as last Tuesday was, we can always count on people like these to keep us sane, to preserve our liberty. God bless Maerica, and God bless the military. Without them we’re doomed.

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