for service—and why not?
So we have to ask a few questions, and fortunately I shan’t be answering any of them. I’m just a wee bit too jaded—but that comes from being some kind of idealist in a pragmatic world.
I vaguely remember posting a question in this blog, sometime back—
“A guy sitting in an office in Nevada flying a drone half a world away etc etc … wot if the poor bugger gets a sprained thumb from all those hours with his joy-stick?”
Shouldn’t he be awarded at least a Purple Heart (possibly even a Silver Star if he gets sore eyes from those screens, or a Victoria Cross for haemorrhoids from endless unthanked hours of patrolling*?
(SFX: insert sympathetic whimper here, please)**
Ooops … the explanatory reference (I almost forgot)—
Doesn’t the whole concept throw up a thought that leads to the ol’ Law of —
SUPPLY AND DEMAND
a wee bit—?
Anyway, soon there’ll be a new business opportunity selling improved crutches (for guys with badly sprained backs from hobbling about under the weight of all them medals.)
AND FACE IT
a chestful of medals just ain’t gonna impress the chicks these days***.
But do not fret—
Such a scene may well be a thing of the past.
All you need to be a hero these days is to sit in an air-conditioned trailer somewhere playing with your joy stick. Nary a mosquito nor leech in sight nowhere, and a probable endless tally of bars to your medals …
“Argus! Cool it! Or join me—I got lots of medals … !”
* “They also serve …”
** (At least try to make it credible!)
*** not when ‘Equality’ allows them to accumulate just as many medals as you anyway.