Posted on 02/26/2014 1:54:13 PM PST by dynachrome
Send her to the front.
When she sees who’s coming at her she suddenly will find she wants that flag behind her.
Then saluting it will suddenly make sense.
I think that this is an old picture.
That’s better yet, she’d enjoy the work in the brisk air.
Yeah, she’s a shoo-in for Diversity Officer. (But I like my idea at #40 better.)
My brother and I still talk about coming back from overseas and being surprised & disappointed when the movie theater didn’t play the anthem before the trailers.
As an Army spouse, sometimes I’m in the parking lot loading my car after a late afternoon trip to the commissary just as taps is being played. I stop and stand at (civilian) attention. It’s no great inconvenience.
I don’t know the PFC, but I do know her mom.
I actually supervised her mom as we were working as civilians on a military base. The father is a career military guy, though I’ve never met him.
Just to nit-pick, I think you mean Retreat (daily 1700 at the lowering of the flag). Taps is a whole different ball game.
WHOA what a b******
In her case I thought it stood for Pretty Friggin Clueless, or Potential Fragging Candidate.
Gonna be Civvie-Grade, No Class, don’t let the doorknob hit you on the a$$. Now go stand in line for your EBT card and don’t forget to sign up for Obamacare.
All of you are right. They didn’t brag about it. Personally, I was always proud to stand at attention and salute. Jenny, it was my honor.
In the early 80s, as a JO2 USN, I had the honor and privilege of serving as the editor for the NTC San Diego base newspaper, “The Hoist”.
Our office was in the Center Commander’s complex across from Preble Field. Often times, when Evening Colors rolled around, Service School Command kids, in and out of uniform, would wander down to that area. Officers and enlisted would take a break from their duties to line the various patios — to listen, pay respect, and share the experience.
Looking back now, I remember those as some of the most wonderful experiences of my Navy days, indeed my entire life. Those pure, haunting bugle notes — so clean and sweet — they still give me goosebumps.
Little Miss Black will reap the whirlwind. It takes a lot to piss off the brass these days...God save you if you do.
Reducing the size of the military doesn’t bother me any more either.
What are we afraid of? That communists from Russia is going to send over tanks and put a Marxist in the White House?
Or are we afraid that Islamists are going to come over here and put a strong Islam supporter in the White House that will attack Christian causes?
Or maybe the concern is the instability our enemies cause in the Middle East will cause gas to go up to higher than $3 a gallon and stay there.
she sounds like a nappy-headed ho.
I am very conflicted.
That an all-volunteer force attracts human detritus like this into the Army makes me actually want to agree with Rep. Charles the Tax Cheat Rangel (perish the thought!) that we should re-institute the draft.
Hopefully, the planned downsizing of the Army will result in the flushing of dreck like this one from the ranks.
I’m reminded of the FLOTUS commenting “All this over a flag.” The rot starts at the top.
I stopped reading at Tariqka.
However, I continued reading the comments at the article and some of them were absolutely hilarious.
I worked in Afghanistan, and one of the things you could do while there, was to buy a US flag at the PX, then take it to the unit that was responsible for the bases functions, security, etc., and have them fly your flag “in the face of the enemy”. Unfortunately, when I went to their HQs, they had a backlog of flags and no US service member to fly the flags. I asked if I could volunteer and they said I could assist the military member that raised the flags if they could come up with one. I got a day off a few weeks later, for the 4th of July, taking it as close to my birthday- as the 14 day window would allow, and reported for volunteer duties as advised.
I met a PFC and we began in earnest. We both followed protocol as he was squared away and I was prior service. There were close to a hundred flags stacked up in the orderly room awaiting raising, and when the dust cleared at the end of the PFC’s shift- we had sent about 40 flags skyward.
The law had not been passed yet, giving a veteran the right to salute the flag, so I would place my hand over my heart whenever the PFC raised or lowered the flag, and he would salute each time I handed him the folded flag. I earned the utmost respect from this PFC, and he earned mine that day.
As is protocol; whenever a flag is raised and military members are passing by on foot, they are to stop and render respect to the flag by coming to attention, then execute a crisp hand salute. A few did, but most didn’t. Those that didn’t, would look down or away from us, avoiding eye contact with the both of us. That PFC was one pissed of trooper by the end of the day.
I met him some time later in the chow hall, and got to congratulate him for his promotion to SPC 4. We both acted like long lost relatives when we met, and it made my day.
FU Tariqka! Get The F*** Out!
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