Back in the late 1980s, my wife met a woman who was the friend of a friend. About a month later, the lady and her husband were having a get-together at their home and we were invit... moreBack in the late 1980s, my wife met a woman who was the friend of a friend. About a month later, the lady and her husband were having a get-together at their home and we were invited. There were about four or five couples there, and I was the only active-duty servicemember among the crowd. After dinner, when I mentioned that I was a Marine, the hostess piped up that she was a Marine veteran herself. “Really? How interesting,” I said, finding a kindred spirit. “What was your MOS?” She was like a deer in the headlights, claimed that she wasn’t familiar with the acronym. “You know, your Military Occupational Specialty? What did you do in the Corps?” I asked her. “Oh, we didn’t call it that back then, maybe that’s new since I got out,” she explained. She was only about ten years older than I was, and the MOS system had been in place for about twenty to thirty years at that point, so I asked her when she had served. ... less
California National Guard troops enjoy breakfast, provided by House Republican Leader Kevin McCarthy, in the Rayburn Room of the Capitol. Too bad they were made to eat b... moreCalifornia National Guard troops enjoy breakfast, provided by House Republican Leader Kevin McCarthy, in the Rayburn Room of the Capitol. Too bad they were made to eat breakfast on the floor.
Men, now hear this: under all costs, stay away from the 1956 hankie-soaker “D-Day, Sixth of June” starring in part Robert Taylor, Dana Wynter, Edmund O’Bri... more Men, now hear this: under all costs, stay away from the 1956 hankie-soaker “D-Day, Sixth of June” starring in part Robert Taylor, Dana Wynter, Edmund O’Brian, and Richard Todd. Whenever you get the word that it’s on the cinemagraphic horizon, grab your helmets and flak jackets, hunker down in a bunker to wait out the bombardment of sap and mush, avoid it like the plague. Don’t fall for the scuttlebutt that it’s a man’s movie based on its title; the enemy is pushing out the propaganda machine in full force to lull you into a booby trap of chickflickitis, as it is known in Latin. Consider this territory off limits. Yick! less
