Be Grateful You’re an American!
Hey! Looky here! It’s actually a post about Friday nights at Walter Reed Army Medical Center! HOOAH!
OK, ok, so it’s no big deal. I just haven’t done a blog post in several months, I guess. Or at least since all the Big Dogs came out to play with us. Anyhoo, a lot of soldiers and a Marine came out to “the corners” this week and let us thank them in person for their service and sacrifices.
James, DJ, SPC Jaime C. and SPC Richie P. were going out to eat and stopped long enough for us to get pics and hugs. We warned them about the Pink scum down the block and sure enough, they couldn’t wait to go waaaaay down there and have a “dialog” with the creeps. The Pink Pansies didn’t want to have anything to do with them (as usual) because the “support” they show is the “Bring them Home and Make Them Shut Up” type (quote thanks to Donna, Los Osos).
Jordan B. was an engineer in Ramadi whose job it was to defuse IEDs. In the 11th month of his tour he fell prey to one. Just like most of the Wounded Warriors we meet, he’s got an incredibly optimistic outlook and a joy to be living.
Other troops included Brad, Neil, Jim, Lety, Kari, Marrissa (double-amputee) and boyfriend, Todd and Martin. I got pics of most of them, but two are non-wounded active duty and came out to hang with us in civilian cloths and I’m NOT getting them in trouble!
A priest drove by about midway through the evening and blessed the crowd under the MOAB (Mother Of All Banners). How cool is that?!?
It was a terrific evening and not counting the troops we outnumbered the CodePink ‘tards 28 to 8. heh!
If you want to see all the non-crappy pics, go here.
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Support n. To act in a secondary or subordinate role to (a leading performer).
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Tribes. "I am not a wolf. I have never harmed a person in my life. But I am not a sheep, either. I know these forces are out there, and wishing it were not so will not only not make them go away – it will rob me of my chance to kick their ass when they show up."
— Bill Whittle
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