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But not the goofy nationalistic crap Cokie Roberts and the Republicans spin. It's more a personal gratitude.
I grew up in Gulfport, Mississippi, between two military bases, and had many friends whose fathers were in the military. Including my wife's father. My aunt was an Army officer. So I never thought of the military as an odd thing, just as another job.
But every time there was a hurricane, the National Gaurd popped out to keep the peace, to help with rescues and clean up. So I'm used to seeing military uniforms on people I know, and to see them on people helping us clean our neighborhoods. I would see a soldier on a street corner with an M-16, and feel like he was helping out, just like the power crews and the Red Cross.
That's why New Orleans was so FUBAR. There were no Gaurd members out the afternoon after the storm. There should have been; that's what everyone expected. But they were not available. That's why NO got so out of hand.
So my gut instinct when I see a uniform is that I'm seeing someone doing a job, and helping out. When I see our troops in Iraq or Afghanistan, I'm pissed, because to me these are friends, relatives, neighbors, a couple of personal enemies--in short, regular working people--who are being forced into Hell for no reason. Makes me hate Bush more. He's made the whole profession into a political ideal, so that people either worship the troops or feel they are the symbol of something bad. But they aren't--they are tools being misused by an evil, incompetent beast.
Not to say there aren't bad people in uniform. Just that that's my gut reaction.
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