Saturday, February 02, 2008
After some reflection, I decided to pull my last post about the Berkeley city council's decision to evict the Marine Corps from their local recruiting station. What I said, out of anger and disgust, did not ultimately honor the uniform I wear, the American values I volunteered to defend, or the morals I live by. Make no mistake: I have nothing but contempt for Berkeley's mayor, city council, and the citizenry that elected such people. I maintain that they are an enclave of moonbats from the planet Pluto; I'd opt to send them there in the hopes of improving our own planet, but Pluto's had a rough year and doesn't deserve further punishment. Berkeley's denizens may well represent the worst of everything that America has to offer. Yet condemning America's worst need not involve sullying her best, a line which I believe I crossed yesterday. The self-righteous dwellers of that narcissistic little conclave may be petty and small, but the Marine Corps is not. I might have talked the talk about leaving the burning townsfolk to their fate yesterday, but in reality that's not how it would play out, as that would violate my oath as an officer and my responsibilities as a human being. Our ROE out here has us bandaging up wounded enemy fighters and treating them as we'd treat our own wounded; the same goes for those who hate us back home, as they are human beings (though I'm not sure they're worthy of the title of Americans). So yes, come fire, flood, earthquake, or terrorist attack, I will strap on my helicopter and honor this uniform by helping everyone, regardless of how ungrateful they are. It is very sad, however, to be attacked by people so comfortable and isolated from the world's woes that they've forgotten that those woes are kept at bay by the very group they seek to banish. Perhaps, someday, Berkeleyites can see the irony in telling the Marines to go to hell, when our whole job is to keep THEM from going there.