Monday, May 28, 2007
Nothing but class...
We had noted the advancing age of the veterans. Several of them were on oxygen or using walkers; almost all of them were markedly slowed by age. I turned to the officer next to me and said "that's us in another 40 years" and he answered something along the lines of "if we're lucky enough to make it that far." We had a short talk about the amazing things these men had accomplished in WWII and Korea, and what badasses they'd been as young men--Marines, paratroopers and Rangers.
At that point I said, with all respect, admiration and affection:
"Can you imagine how much ass those guys kicked and how many whores they banged back in the day?"
My friend's eyes got wide and his head jerked, briefly, to his right. He made the universal "you idiot shut up there's someone right behind you who can hear every ignorant thing you say" gesture. A few feet behind me was an older woman operating a video camera. Luckily we were standing next to a busy street, and she gave no indication of having heard me above the traffic noise.
Years from now that woman will gather her grandchildren, and play a video of her husband's final VFW ceremony. She'll pan the crowd before zooming in on grandpa standing proudly in his VFW cap and medals, flags snapping in the background. Then a disembodied voice is going to pipe up in the background, loud and clear, talking about whores, and ruin the whole experience for everyone.