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I went to see Apocalyse Now when it first came out with a couple of long-haired dope smoking friends of mine (SoCal right after we had graduated from high school).
We were at the old theaters off of Chapman in Orange.
A lot of the people watching the film were Jarheads from Tustin and El Toro.
It was great, almost all of us were cheering and yelling during the good parts.
There was a couple of guys who were sitting behind us who made a couple shitty remarks about the movie, the war and about the Marines.
At one point me and my buddy Mike (both of us sons of retired Marines) turned around and told them to keep their fucking mouths shut, which they did for the rest of the movie.
After the movie a couple of the Marines came up to us and thanked us for shutting them up.
A couple of the older Marines were pleased that a couple of long hairs stood up for them, one of them even tried to talk us into enlisting.
That is great to hear! People in uniform really can't be in shouting matches with civilians, since they have to represent the military in a good manner at all times. Maybe now that I am an IRR civilian I can do it for them.
I have found a few twenty year types at the airport that still have the built in confidence (ie. I flew A-10s or F-15s and therefore know more about airplane mechanics than you do). They do not realize that they do not have to impress us with what they know. They usually make fools of themselves in the process. From observation I have learned that four year military mechanics know nothing other than the one item they were specialized in. They get pencil whipped into a civilian aircraft mechanic job and literally know nothing about the equipment the are presented for repair. Some admit to the deficeincy, others really screw up a lot of equipment. As with all things in life, it depends on the individual. This is one of the reasons that I believe that military service may provide someone the opportunity to be a hero but it does not make you become hero material. Planerench out.
You don't even have to be in the military to notice that. You have to be careful saying anything about guns at all, or some soccer mom will "engage" you in lively debate. God help you if somebody thinks you might have a rifle or a pistol in public, even cased/concealed. You will probably find yourself talking to the cops because somebody got scared you were there to kill a bunch of people.
I've lost count of the people who are so afraid of guns that they can't even be in the same room with somebody who said the word. This wasn't a problem when you had the majority of people understanding and respecting guns, and being relatively proficient with them.
You can tell that has been lost when damn near every antigunner you run into thinks that firing from the hip is the ideal stance, and has never heard of shouldering a rifle.
My conclusion? It isn't the servicemen who changed. Its the civilians. More specifically, the civilians turned into sheep.
Wound more than just a bit tight huh? Nobody is looking down on your mother, brothers and sisters. They ought to look down on my brother though as he deserves looking down upon as do some other people.
But then you lose as you brought up nazis - AR15.com rule one is always in effect.
I haven't been "fed" any BS and nor have I seen "them" feed anyone else BS either. Having a life might help but I really haven't been told shit about how to "feel" about shit. I've been told lots of stuff but never been told to hate or look down on civilians - fact is the Commander In Chief is a civilian as are the next two steps down the chain of command.
Of course we're not smart enough to figure anything out by ourselves now are we?
It was 1970 when I came back to the world. We had been told stories of being spit upon at airports and such and were even encouraged to travel in civies to avoid such problems. I took it personal when old friends and I didn't have much to talk about anymore as I thought they hated me for what I had been up to since we last saw each other. I was wrong. I related a story where I had blown a guys brains out the back of his head then my buddies and I high-fived and cheered each other over it. It went over like a turd in a punchbowl around a bonfire and a couple of joints a year later when I was partying with friends. It made perfect sense to me that we would do that. To them their friend had come back a monster.
Today I have learned that you can't describe the color red to someone who is blind and thankfully I don't have to.
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