He's an ass.
'Nuff said.
Someone needs to throw a net over him!
he lives with his pet and daughter - no kidding!
what Mike had to say about his own service in the Army in 1999:
I Would be proud to serve– if the Army would let me
(Published in the Press of Atlantic City (NJ) on Friday, June 11, 1999)
Be all you can be. Full speed ahead. The few, the proud. We’ve all heard the catch phrases different branches of the military use to recruit trainees. If you’re like most people, you probably keep flipping through the channels.
For me, the Army was the one and only choice for military service. When I saw the commercial over two years ago, I didn’t even think about money, bonuses or assistance with college tuition. I picked up the phone and gave them my information. Within two days, I got a call from a recruiter at the Northfield recruiting station, and from that point on, my life changed.
First of all, it wasn’t easy for me to enlist in the Army. I was underweight, and I had some legal issues that needed to be resolved. But in April of this year, I finally shipped out to Fort Benning, Ga.
That was a bittersweet day for me. I was finally in the Army, after two years of paperwork and trying to get my weight up to standards. At the same time, however, I was leaving my girlfriend behind. I was very homesick for the first week, but quickly learned to deal with it and keep my feelings in check when I found I wasn’t the only man experiencing those feelings.
To my dismay, after a mere two weeks at Fort Benning, despite the fact that I passed every test required to ship to a basic training unit, I was told I was medically unfit for training. On May 7, a month after I left, I walked back into the Philadelphia airport and happily into the waiting arms of my girlfriend, but on my way to being out of the Army.
That started a three week wait for the medical board to “officially” discharge me. In the meantime, I was assigned to be an orderly in the company office, doing mundane office chores for the sergeants. On the surface, three weeks is a short time, but the work shift was from 0500 until 2100 every day, with only brief meal breaks, seven days a week. Granted, I was allowed to attend church services for two hours on Sundays. While serving as an orderly, I saw many men come through and try to escape the base. They were always caught and made an example of by the Military Police. That always baffled me. Here I was trying to stay in the Army, and then several men who had the chance to finish their training tried to escape. It never made sense to me, and angered me. They had the opportunities that I no longer had.
Finally, on a sunny Thursday afternoon, the company commander stomped up the steps with several yellow envelopes– discharge papers for myself and several other “wash-outs”. She ordered me to sign my papers, and told me not to bother with the option I could have checked to request an appeal. “You won’t get it”. To this day, I regret not listening to my instinct and trying for an appeal. The worst that would have happened was that I would have served as an orderly for another month. On top of all that, I was still paid my normal salary.
his sins are varied and many, then. thanks for that additional information.
...trampled by an elephant, I say...