Today is Veteran’s Day and although it was supposed to be an extra special issue, I’ve only got a couple of hours to put it together so it’s not going to be as extra or as special as I would like.
But, before we get into any kind of laughter, there is something that I want to say to the vets and to the active service members (who also qualify as vets), the same thing that I tell all my students at the end of every class.
To the Vets and Service men and women out there. I want to say thank you. Thank you for your service. Thank you for your sacrifices, and by extension, thank you to your families that stay behind and support you.
You know, at some point in time we all raised our hands and solemnly swore to protect The Constitution with everything we have, everything we are, up to and including our own lives if that is what is required of us. And if you are like me, in the back of your mind you were thinking that you were doing this to protect your friends, your family, your loved ones.
But, you know what?
You are also protecting MY friends, MY family, MY loved ones. And for that alone, you deserve my thanks, my gratitude. As well as the thanks and gratitude of many, many other people, even though we all know you aren’t going to get it…or at least not enough of it.
But this is MY blog and in here, you get it. You deserve it. Thank you for your service and dedication to duty. There is one dragon who deeply appreciates it with all his heart.
So, Vets, and military folks of all kinds, these laughs are for you!
It doesn’t matter how old you get, you will always see yourself as a military member.
Undoubtedly a Vet!
This next one requires some explaination…
I was with the Wild Weasels in two different iterations, once with the old F-105 Thunder Chiefs, And the second time when they had changed over to the F-4 Phantom. Which is what you see above in the picture. There mission was hunting down antiaircraft missile launchers, but they did it by flying around in the sky until a launcher got a lock on them and fired a missile at them. The SAM Missiles were like watching a tleephone plle flying up from the ground at you at hundreds of miles per hour. Then your job was to follow the missile path back down to the ground and destroy the launcher. Like walking around out in the open trying to get a snipers attention so you can see where he shoots from. Hence the motto: You’ve gotta be shittin’ me.
Okay, so I’m out of time, so I’ll finish this off with some regular humor. Love you guys.