So, I figger it's time to introduce Doc E.
He's the guy on the left who forgot his sunblock. And, yes, he really *is* a doctor (even though he's never played one on TV), or, more precisely, he's now a *retired* doctor. But he prefers playing with his 'puter to playing with golf sticks -- he's a hi-tech hobbyist who's translated some of his pix from the Ol' Days into some YouTube vids, and I think you'll find his most recent effort a bit thought-provoking.
I'll link it after this caveat: although the pix and music are work-safe, there's a picture at the 6:35 mark you might want to view alone, or forego viewing altogether.
It's a shot of one of our cockpits after a typical day suddenly became a really bad one. The pilot was from my platoon.
It's a reminder that there's a price tag on freedom.
And so long as we would have freedom, there will be a price upon it, and so long as there is a price, there must be those willing to give what is asked, or we will no longer have freedom. Now transfer the image of that Huey cockpit to the interior of a Hummer or a sandbag checkpoint...
We're a fortunate people to have among us those who have given what was asked. We have the freedom for which they have paid -- and continue to pay.
It's only fair that we return them something in the way of repayment, isn't it?
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