Hello, my name is Charles

by on May 20, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

The veterans who came home during the Second Great Depression found a government with no money to pay them.  They found devastated economies with no available jobs.  They found homes in foreclosure.  It was the end of the world.  Most military units joined the State Guards or disbanded.  Supported by and loyal to the local communities, they reformed the modern American military.  We remember them, and those who came before and after, on Armed Forces Day.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on May 19, 2012 at 12:01 am
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If I’m ever near an American system around Armed Forces Week, I try to show up for the festivities if I can.  I’ve learned to play the bugle over the years, so I even get to march in the parades.  And let me tell you, bugling behind all those pretty flag girls is a little bit of heaven every time.  I just wish they’d lay off on the fireworks.  It’s a little bit of hell every time they start those rolling barrages.  I still get the shakes.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on May 18, 2012 at 12:01 am
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I love Armed Forces Week.  I can deck myself out with a flag or three and jump into formation with a bunch of real warships.  It is fun to fly with them from time to time.  And then of course there are fighter flyovers, the motorcycle rides, and the parades.  I love parades.  They’re so much fun.  The screaming kids, the haggard parents, the unicycle-riding clowns.  And the marching bands.  I really like them.

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Hello, my name is Charles

by on May 17, 2012 at 12:01 am
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Many American soldiers found themselves in a bad situation when the global economy collapsed.  The airlines failed and those units unable to “acquire” freighters or passenger liners home were stuck.  They had to rely on local resources after that.  Those in Germany survived well, drinking the best beer on the planet.  Those left in Korea and Japan did not fair so well when the balloons went up.  The military did not forgive the government that abandoned them.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on May 16, 2012 at 12:01 am
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I once got into a battle of snipers.  I know what you’re thinking.  I don’t act like a sniper.  All the waiting and hiding and sneaking around to get that perfect shot from a hill three klicks away is really just not for me.  Truth is, I wasn’t one of the snipers.  I was a target.  It was a real uncomfortable weekend.  Lucky for me, I had a USMC Scout Sniper on my side.  He won.  Oorah.

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