Rebekah Sanderlin offers her thoughts from 2013 on this next Memorial Day. While SMA Dailey is concerned about uniforms, the costs of which will be born by military dependents . Interesting how everything cycles, but the Army never gets beyond bitterly resenting its dependents: children, spouses, and retirees. Ms. Sanderlin observed:
Since March 2011 it’s only gotten worse. My military community has been kept dangling over a fiery lake of burning threats by Congressional leaders and a President more concerned with defeating the other party than with upholding the sacred agreement they entered into with the greatest group of patriots this nation has ever known. They throw us scraps in the form of speeches and do-nothing committees, but we know better now: We are soldiers in the hands of an angry government. Except — except it’s all a game to our political leaders, and we are the pawns — the disabled, disaffected and increasingly divorced pawns.
We still think war is a matter of being the last man standing. That’s putting all your chips on the table then lighting the roulette wheel on fire. That isn’t war. The Army is busy losing the war we will fight in 20 years and beyond. So, while the SMA and the brass worry over the fabric textures and color coordination – something the gentlemen did on the Titanic as they slid beneath the waves, for me, it seems I have as many friends in various national cemeteries as I do in life. They did as they were trained and as they believed, just as the Army’s Sergeant Major and general officers do now in their pursuit of Fierce Fabulousness. A toast of whisky to all of my friends, family and co-bloggers, and wishes for a safe, peaceful weekend to you too.