You also have more B-52s than we have Tu-95s
Isn't it amazing those planes are still serving an effective purpose?
I'd rather take Abrams and HIMARS
You might be getting some. The NATO annual shindig going on right now sounds like its a big money cannon.
shows you have some dysfunctional childhood issues hanging on.
You're right on the mark. Now, I shall pour out my soul to you.
When I was a young lad, I used to go fishing with my dad and uncles. It was always special time. A young boy, his dad, uncles, and fishing pole. I always looked forward to these outings of casting a line in Lake Buckeye, sipping on orange Crush, listening to my dad and uncles recounting their heydays as all-star football and basketball players and how some day they pass the torch to me. It's like the world melted away and heaven wrapped itself around us.
I always looked forward to it.
It was June 19, 1975. We just received word the youngest if my uncles was coming home from Nam. We were overjoyed. To temper our excitement, we headed to the lake to drop a line. As we reached dirt patch that led to the path that cut through the thick woods down to the lake, we saw a lone car. An odd car. It had Michigan plates that read JOHNNY and a rebel flag sticker.
I remember it like it was yesterday. The mosquitos were active as we traversed the path, but their bites were negligible as we happily bantered about what we'll do when Mikey got home.
Then, we heard water splashing in the distance.
"The fish must be eager today," said dad.
"Yep. Bet I catch a 15 pounder today," said Uncle Tom
""I'll beat you all, " said Uncle Joe, "I'm gonna hook a veritable fvcking whale in that b!tch." Joe spoke in colors.
Uncle Bill smacked Joe upside his head. "Joe! The boy! Watch your words, you fvcking ******* "
Joe rubbed his head. Our joy and excitement had transitioned from Mikey to the upcoming catch.
As we neared the opening to the lake, the sun broke through the heavy wood. And the sounds of nature livened: birds chirping, bugs buzzing, the light breeze wisping. But, then, interweaving these sounds of nature were unknown sounds to me. It sounded like boars burrowing the ground for food. Heavy grunts, but, no, these weren't boar grunts. Nor were they grunts of hunger. They were something strange to my virgin ears.
I looked at my dad and canvassed my uncles. They had looks that weren't so much puzzled but forlorned.
The closer we got to the opening the louder and clearer the grunting noise became. Finally, we passed through the wooded path onto the pristine banks of Lake Buckeye.
And, there it was. I sight forever burned in my innocent child's brain:
First I saw the flag of the Great State of Michigan atop a 6 foot pole flapping rhythmically in the mild June air.
Then, my eyes fell on a scene that confused and corrupted. A man, wearing a Rebel flag hat, pants to his ankles was fvcking fish.
