My inner cynic has risen, yet again. Thank you is not enough.
Thank You for Your
Service
A shallower phrase
has seldom been spoken. A feel good that enables us to go on with our comfortable
lives--happy in oblivion and pleased that we said “the right thing.” How easily we’ve been brainwashed. We’ve turned you
into a sound bite. I'm sorry.
You went off to fight
the never-ending “oil wars” for the “Man,” so we could put gas in our cars,
drive to soccer practice and watch, on TV, the reality show that is war.
You returned and were
thrown back on society, expected to be the same as before. How could you not be
different after seeing horrors that changed your perspective forever? Yet we say thank you for your service, then
walk away, mentally patting ourselves on the back.
But wait--when we
need a photo op at the ballpark, we’ll be sure to call.
Have a nice day!
1 comment:
If I didn't know better, I'd think you're getting cynical, sweet old Fern.
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