I'm confused by the current series of "Join the Army" commercials. In one, a kid is going to work on a helicopter, and some idle comment by a new colleague inspires a flashback of trying to either get in or out of some war zone. They try to sell it as a good thing, as if a lot of Americans wish that they could walk the Earth with a mind full of buried memories that would drive others to insanity.
I probably don't want my aircraft being worked on by a guy that while very qualified, may flip out and destroy things when he remembers watching his friends get blown up. And it's sad - the people who went through those things provided defense for people like me. They deserve a lot of respect, and it's not their fault that in some cases they end up bat shit crazy because of it. That's a hell of a sacrifice, and I guess it's part of the reason that First Blood was written. And, well, Trautman did kill Rambo at the end of the book (though not the movie).
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
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