What Veterans’ Day should be

| November 11, 2008

My first month “out of the Army” (I was actually on leave burning up what I’d accumulated), I was waiting for college to start in February and took a security guard job on a construction site. I remember reading the paper that first Veterans’ Day as an actual veteran – working, of course – and reading the late Mike Royko‘s column about what Veterans’ Day should be. I never laughed so hard in my life. Every Veterans’ Day I’ve remember that column – this year I found the actual column on Blackfive. I don’t think Mike (or Blackfive) would mind if I posted it in it’s entirety;

I just phoned six friends and asked them what they will be doing on Monday.

They all said the same thing: working.

Me, too.

There is something else we share. We are all military veterans.

And there is a third thing we have in common. We are not employees of the federal government, state government, county government, municipal government, the Postal Service, the courts, banks, or S & Ls, and we don’t teach school.

If we did, we would be among the many millions of people who will spend Monday goofing off.

Which is why it is about time Congress revised the ridiculous terms of Veterans Day as a national holiday.

The purpose of Veterans Day is to honor all veterans.

So how does this country honor them?

By letting the veterans, the majority of whom work in the private sector, spend the day at their jobs so they can pay taxes that permit millions of non-veterans to get paid for doing nothing.

As my friend Harry put it:

“First I went through basic training. Then infantry school. Then I got on a crowded, stinking troop ship that took 23 days to get from San Francisco to Japan. We went through a storm that had 90 percent of the guys on the ship throwing up for a week.

“Then I rode a beat-up transport plane from Japan to Korea, and it almost went down in the drink. I think the pilot was drunk.

“When I got to Korea, I was lucky. The war ended seven months after I got there, and I didn’t kill anybody and nobody killed me.

“But it was still a miserable experience. Then when my tour was over, I got on another troop ship and it took 21 stinking days to cross the Pacific.

“When I got home on leave, one of the older guys at the neighborhood bar — he was a World War II vet — told me I was a —-head because we didn’t win, we only got a tie.

“So now on Veterans Day I get up in the morning and go down to the office and work.

“You know what my nephew does? He sleeps in. That’s because he works for the state.

“And do you know what he did during the Vietnam War? He ducked the draft by getting a job teaching at an inner-city school.

“Now, is that a raw deal or what?”

Of course that’s a raw deal. So I propose that the members of Congress revise Veterans Day to provide the following:

– All veterans — and only veterans — should have the day off from work. It doesn’t matter if they were combat heroes or stateside clerk-typists.

Anybody who went through basic training and was awakened before dawn by a red-neck drill sergeant who bellowed: “Drop your whatsis and grab your socks and fall out on the road,” is entitled.

– Those veterans who wish to march in parades, make speeches or listen to speeches can do so. But for those who don’t, all local gambling laws should be suspended for the day to permit vets to gather in taverns, pull a couple of tables together and spend the day playing poker, blackjack, craps, drinking and telling lewd lies about lewd experiences with lewd women. All bar prices should be rolled back to enlisted men’s club prices, Officers can pay the going rate, the stiffs.

– All anti-smoking laws will be suspended for Veterans Day. The same hold for all misdemeanor laws pertaining to disorderly conduct, non-felonious brawling, leering, gawking and any other gross and disgusting public behavior that does not harm another individual.

– It will be a treasonable offense for any spouse or live-in girlfriend (or boyfriend, if it applies) to utter the dreaded words: “What time will you be home tonight?”

– Anyone caught posing as a veteran will be required to eat a triple portion of chipped beef on toast, with Spam on the side, and spend the day watching a chaplain present a color-slide presentation on the horrors of VD.

– Regardless of how high his office, no politician who had the opportunity to serve in the military, but didn’t, will be allowed to make a patriotic speech, appear on TV, or poke his nose out of his office for the entire day.

Any politician who defies this ban will be required to spend 12 hours wearing headphones and listening to tapes of President Clinton explaining his deferments.

Now, deal the cards and pass the tequila.

– Mike Royko

Category: Support the troops

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usnretwife

Although I love chipped beef on toast (SOS), and tequila, I would gladly send my husband off for a night of carousing with his peers. As it is, like so many vets, he’s working Veterans Day. Oh, and the Spam, I like it fried for a sandwich along with a cup of strong black coffee. Too many years married to a sailor, I guess.
Bless all you veterans.

Blackfive

He got this one right.

Now pass the tequila (and my bond card)…

rochester_veteran

One of my office-mates is an Army Veteran we were talking about this issue of being veterans and having to work. I was honorably discharged 29 years ago and I’ve worked every single Veterans Day since. Count me in on the necessary lobbying to give veterans a MANDATORY holiday and day off on Veterans Day.

BTW Jonn, my first job after getting out of the service was working security at the old Silver City Casino (across from the old Stardust) on the Strip in Las Vegas… tough job! 🙂

Jonn wrote: Sounds like a better gig than a partially constructed co-generation plant on the eastern shore of Lake Ontario north of Oswego.

Just A Grunt

Being a private sector weenie now myself I agree with Ryoko. When I was serving it always seemed odd to me that holidays like Memorial and Veterans Day, meant to honor service members, were also days that I was always stuck on color guard detail somewhere or marching in a parade. Seemed like the only people working those days were the ones who should have had the day off.
One question I do ask myself though is how many of my coworkers who occupy the cubes of the human prarie dog village I inhabit are also veterans and we don’t know.