Valor for sale
MEW sent us this article from the Daily Mail about a sister who sold her brother’s medals so she could take a Mediterranean cruise;
The 37-year-old, who is unemployed, said: ‘I’m on income support and I’m very hard up, so I did what I thought was best.’
Now the man who bought the mementos – which include medals from Corporal Deering’s service in Kosovo, Iraq and Afghanistan, as well as an International Security Assistance Force medal – has returned them to the hero’s fiancee Gemma Polino.
Corporal Deering, a Royal Marine with the Commando Logistic Regiment, died in December 2008 as he raced to help injured comrades whose armoured Viking personnel carrier had been blown up by insurgents.
The 33-year-old was killed in a second explosion as he approached the vehicle in Afghanistan’s notorious Helmand province. He left everything to his sister, who also claims she was forced to sell the mementos to help look after her 14-month-old son.
Miss Deering, of Sheldon, Birmingham, said her brother would have wanted her to sell the medals to support herself and her son, who she named after him.
Ya know, if she’d stayed home and used the money for taking care of her son, I probably would have forgiven her – but to use the money for a cruise? It’s no wonder she’s a broke-ass single mother.
Also here is a keeper.
Then Miss Deering, in the presence of her mother Karen Waspe, offered him her brother’s medals, uniform and the shell casing, one of three fired over his coffin at a memorial service held in Camp Bastion, Afghanistan.
Category: General Whackos
I have nothing to say about what I think of this. That’s all I’m going to say.
Wow….just wow. At least the guy who bought them had the decency to give them to his fiance.
Selfish effin bitch is about the only thing I can say here that won’t get me banned. I sincerely hope that what goes around comes around to her, and that takes some serious shit for me to wish that on someone.
You know how you look at a picture of some people, and you can “see” an invisible word tattood across their forehead?
Another thing that burns my ass is that in the last 3 years, the closest thing to a vacation I’ve had is a 3-day weekend in Vegas where I spent half the time on the phone shuffling flights back to Boston because a blizzard shut down most of the airports between here and there, including Chicago. This “see-you-next-Tuesday” is unemployed and “needs” a vacation? Hey, toots–how’s about getting a JOB first? You know, a little stress so that you have a REASON to go blow off some steam? Sadly, the entitlement mentality she displays is alive and well in a lot of circles here.
My wife was always going on and on about how we needed a vacation.
I always told her we could start thinking about vacations when one of us landed a job.
Well, one of us did…
BTW, the woman in the picture above is the fiance, not the silly bint of a sister.
All of those English women look alike to me – these two in particular.
In England, apparently it isn’t enough to be a single mother on welfare as many are, so you sell the medals of a hero and forever find yourself labeled a selfish bitch. I feel sorry for the boy.
Balrog- Thanks for clarifying that.
Whole family seems to be daft. Sis’s statement about caring for her son? How likely is a 2-yr old to remember that cruise? ZILCH. Its all about you, honey…
Just grateful it wasn’t here in the States…
I red this story a couple days ago. The fiance (pictured above) seems like a really good person. The MOD has lost a couple other guy’s wills. In one case the fiance didn’t get any of the respects she should have gotten, because she couldn’t “prove” they were related.
that’s sad, but like someone at the daily mail said– marriage would have fixed both girls problems. (and created a boat load more… but that’s not the point. )
That sister needs an attitude adjustment.
I have a nice, solid axe handle that would facilitate it, and save someone their knuckles.
As one poster on Lightfighter penned: “Let’s hope some Italian waiter on the cruise ship gave her the clap or something”.
Amen, Brother…