Not that I want to check out any time soon, it's just the image of our country and the world in general makes me glad I won't be around to see it all come crashing down...especially our country. The fervor of young people flocking to enlist following Pearl Harbor doesn't exist today, true...we've not been attacked in the same manner although 911 was close. Granted...I was a little kid during WWII, but I have eyes and ears. I don't see nor hear the same national pride I was exposed to back then. Some have called for reinstating the draft but I'm not sure that would make a difference since those drafted would be forced to serve, creating animosity toward "the man." A stint in the military would do wonders for the majority of our young people, if for no other reason than develop an appreciation for and acceptance of others in this world...as well as create the habit to organize your life somewhat. Acceptance of others won't happen with all fellow service folk, it sure didn't during my time. I was challenged two different times by a couple other airmen for something in which I had no involvement...yet had to defend myself since they chose not to listen. In the end, the first guy got an Article 15 along with a demotion if memory serves. The second one a year later ended up with a medical discharge...details not necessary except to say if going into battle, be sure you know the capabilities/training of your adversary.
Nancy, my latest adventure in life, is one of the most disorganized people I've ever met. She often teases me, saying "you're not in the military anymore" following my moves to organize an existing disaster. To which I often will answer..."true, but the military is still in me." I've been out of the military for over 60 years, yet many of the habits created during that time still linger...including putting up with foolishness(being generous there) that crosses my path daily...be it in person, on TV...and sometimes on this site.
Now...I must close due to more important things to address: I need to freshen and clip the stems of the 12 red roses I brought home a few days ago. It's not the first time, won't be the last. T'was a good evening!
