Quoted: I dont like the Red Cross WHAT-SO-EVER. After I heard a veterin from WWII tell me this story about the RedCross, i will never forgive or give to them. What he said was that when he was wounded in the pacific, the redcross gave all the servicemen at the hospital "free" care packages (toothbrush, bandaids, deodorant, ect) when they left the hospital to return to action, or back home. Except, when his time was up to get out of the service, they made him pay for the "Free" Carepackage before he got out of the navy. This may not seem like much, but they screwed over thousands of veterins out of their HARD EARNED money. Can you imagin that? These young men fighting and DIEING for YOUR fucking freedom, and they have the balls to CHARGE THEM for band-aids to help wounds recieved in combat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. Fuck em.
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My Dad told me a similar story of his experience with the Red Cross in WWII. They'd have the mess hall make up a bunch of donuts and coffee, as well as gather as much coca-cola they could find on base.
They'd then setup a tent on the edge of the airstrip and SELL the donuts, coffee and coke to GI's as they got off the planes. Coke was a luxury item back then, and not readily available, so there was always a demand for it. They would get the base to close the REC centers, so that the only place to get the Coke was to buy it from the RC tents. Then, to have it served by females, to guys coming straight off the line... He said some of the women also did 'personal favors' for 'donations'. Apparently it was quite the money making scam. USN supplies, prepared by USN personnel and sold for personal profit by RC workers. What really pissed him off was the times he'd go to the Western Union office to wire his $20/mo home to his mother, he'd run into these same Red Cross women sending their hundreds of $$ home.
As a kid, he would never let me donate anything to the Red Cross. Even in elementary school, the RC had a donation program where if you donated 10 cents to them, they'd give you a little tin Red Cross button that you'd wrap over your shirt collar. It was a huge campaign in the 60's. Entire schools would get a certificate of appreciation if they had 100% participation. Dad wouldn't give me the 10 cents to donate. It really upset me that I was the only one in my class not to have donated, at least until I was old enough to understand.
When 9/11 occurred, Dad just sat there watching TV and would say "some things never change", "60 years and they're still crooks", "now you know why I hate the Red Cross", etc. There isn't much that gets him upset, but bring up the RC and be prepared to take cover.