Music for Uniformed Dragon-Slayers
Dec 18, 2014 16:04:53 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2014 16:04:53 GMT -6
Got a touch of PTSD and feel a rant coming on?
Or did you just suddenly get quiet and reflective, because you suddenly started seeing faces you've not seen in years?
Ever wake up screaming, only to realize the screams were more like grunts, and then look around and wonder where you are, because it's not where you were a minute ago?
Maybe a memory drifts past unbidden - familiar faces, grinning, sitting around smokin' and jokin' or chowing down or just playing cards, and it all ends with smoke and fire and a ringing in your ears.
Maybe you just wonder why it's you sitting here, and not any of those faces that drift past the back of your eyelids every now and then... just the luck of the draw, and you always wonder in the back of your mind why it was your luck to draw that hand and not Joe or Pete or... there are so many.
So many.
Every body needs a place to be. A hidey-hole, somewhere to go where you can just be, and not fall under attack from some jackass who claims to only mean well, while trying to tear down the fiber of your very being in the same breath. Some jackass that just doesn't have a clue.
This is that place.
Some times, grown men will march towards the smell of smoke and the boom of cannons to the beat of a drum no one else can hear. They may do it for no discernible reason, or for a million reasons... or 300 million reasons... or just one or two reasons. The important thing to realize is that they DID march, right into the fire, when others stood still shaking.
When they come back, some of those who stayed behind quaking will suddenly put on airs of being superior men, engage in academic arguments and pseudo-intellectual debate to prove their superiority, to justify just standing still when other ran to the breach, They will put you down to make themselves look tall...
... but they're not. They're little people with little minds, little dreams, and damned little courage.
This isn't their place. This is yours.
A note of warning: if you come here with intent to trash soldiers in general, or claiming to "support the troops" while simultaneously attacking the "policy makers" - which is, after all, just another way to tell a soldier that he did what he did for nothing - or worse - you might want to move on. If it's political debate you seek, I'm sure you can find another forum over there -------> more to your liking.
You'll get a boot in your ass here.
Consider this the Hernando's NCO club, and comport yourself accordingly. Behave as you would if you had just walked into a smoky room and suddenly discovered it was filled with men with sun tans, crew cuts, possible bad attitudes, and a potential for sudden motion. In such circumstances, the key word is usually "respect".
Carry on.
I'll kick the thread off, and see what or who appears when the smoke clears an the dust settles.
Or did you just suddenly get quiet and reflective, because you suddenly started seeing faces you've not seen in years?
Ever wake up screaming, only to realize the screams were more like grunts, and then look around and wonder where you are, because it's not where you were a minute ago?
Maybe a memory drifts past unbidden - familiar faces, grinning, sitting around smokin' and jokin' or chowing down or just playing cards, and it all ends with smoke and fire and a ringing in your ears.
Maybe you just wonder why it's you sitting here, and not any of those faces that drift past the back of your eyelids every now and then... just the luck of the draw, and you always wonder in the back of your mind why it was your luck to draw that hand and not Joe or Pete or... there are so many.
So many.
Every body needs a place to be. A hidey-hole, somewhere to go where you can just be, and not fall under attack from some jackass who claims to only mean well, while trying to tear down the fiber of your very being in the same breath. Some jackass that just doesn't have a clue.
This is that place.
Some times, grown men will march towards the smell of smoke and the boom of cannons to the beat of a drum no one else can hear. They may do it for no discernible reason, or for a million reasons... or 300 million reasons... or just one or two reasons. The important thing to realize is that they DID march, right into the fire, when others stood still shaking.
When they come back, some of those who stayed behind quaking will suddenly put on airs of being superior men, engage in academic arguments and pseudo-intellectual debate to prove their superiority, to justify just standing still when other ran to the breach, They will put you down to make themselves look tall...
... but they're not. They're little people with little minds, little dreams, and damned little courage.
This isn't their place. This is yours.
A note of warning: if you come here with intent to trash soldiers in general, or claiming to "support the troops" while simultaneously attacking the "policy makers" - which is, after all, just another way to tell a soldier that he did what he did for nothing - or worse - you might want to move on. If it's political debate you seek, I'm sure you can find another forum over there -------> more to your liking.
You'll get a boot in your ass here.
Consider this the Hernando's NCO club, and comport yourself accordingly. Behave as you would if you had just walked into a smoky room and suddenly discovered it was filled with men with sun tans, crew cuts, possible bad attitudes, and a potential for sudden motion. In such circumstances, the key word is usually "respect".
Carry on.
I'll kick the thread off, and see what or who appears when the smoke clears an the dust settles.
