Reminds me of a post on Copperfield's blog after he moved to Canada. A planeload of troops landed at the airport and the poilce escorted them from there to the barracks with blues'n'twos while crowds applauded them on the street.
Far cry, as you say, from our lot who're treated like someone else's shit when in reality they're *doing* someone else's shit work and putting themselves at risk for it.
I have an ex (you know her, no names) who writes to soldiers overseas and keeps their *ahem* peckers up for them. Her way of saying "thank you".
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Date: 2008-10-05 05:16 am (UTC)Far cry, as you say, from our lot who're treated like someone else's shit when in reality they're *doing* someone else's shit work and putting themselves at risk for it.
I have an ex (you know her, no names) who writes to soldiers overseas and keeps their *ahem* peckers up for them. Her way of saying "thank you".