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If you were going to turn your experiences on Yedda into a TV sitcom, select a cast of characters and devise a plot for the pilot episode. Let's hear details! Be as creative as you like, but no ...

The sitcom would be a "reality" tale, about recent historical events, taken along the lines of Black Sheep Squadron.    Many Yeddites are just not interesting people.  However, there are a few whose words motivate positive action.  Gregory "Pappy" Boyington first made the Black Sheep a legend, formed in WWII as the terror of the South Pacific.  They are still the toughest fighting unit in my beloved Marine Corps.

Dawg would be a strong and convincing protagonist: he would be the C.O. of the legendary VMA 214, flying AV8-B Harriers located outside Riyadh.  Considering that their normal base is MCAS Yuma, Arizona, they know desert aerial warfare better than any other unit.  His conservative views give him resilience and durability that lesser men lack.  This is the substance of a genuine leader, whose word is to be trusted under stress.  Let's place him as our Lt. Colonel Fuller in a Desert Storm story.

Dfrogpong is not a worthy adversary in debate, therefore, he would be a real pushover in the field.  A cameo at best, say, a suicide bomber.  No real character past a 5-place partial differential: predictable as mathematics. 

The Judge is a formidable presence, clearly the equal of Dawg.  In our story, he would play Ahmed al Feisel, the architect of Iraq's defense.  Don't sell Iraq short: The Republican Guard were the toughest warriors on the planet.  However, a few B-52 raids softened the resolve of their men: they would not obey even the best considered orders.

Physicalist would be a stubborn but most unwise junior NCO, "In the rear with the gear" and even then suffers a marked lack of resolve despite his psychopathic stubbornness.  We could see him behind the lines, cowering and then he jumps out claiming a victory only to have one of his furious men gun him down just before surrendering to American troops. 

JK Grandma would be a field hospital nurse, caring for the wounded of both sides of this heated conflict.  Her humanitarian good will does more to break the enemy than all our artillery and air strikes put together: captured Iraqi troops realize how severely Saddam Hussein has misled them.  Once repatriated after the very short and intense Desert Storm campaign, we cut to the 1992 Revolt as Basra.

So it goes. 

Even light will bend to do our bidding if we apply force correctly. The lowest servant in Heaven is still in Heaven, whoever rules in hell is still in hell, but they won't rule for long. No man stands taller than when he stoops to help a little child.
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What if, just for the sake of argument, The Judge was a woman, Mikey?


Skitch, America has no bar against women wearing silver stars.  One of the toughest grunts I ever fought beside was 1/Lt Candace A. Lewis.  She was no office pinkie.  She was out there in charce of our company in the nasty with us grunts and she never backed down from a lack of nerve.  She and Gunny Riles tacked in my Sergeant stripes. 


OUCH!  Ahhhh, but that's an old Marine custom, of which I greatly approve.


Know that NOW, American Ra Mentep Society, Kali Society, and American Thuggee Society (all cult matriarchies) are still on the Homeland Security list of subversive organizations.  But unless you were named along with the rest of these people in the original Grand Jury Indictments, you would have nothing to worry about.


Here is how I feel about American women serving in frontline units. 


BTW, Tientien, chuhoi wa!


I don't know about you, Skitch, but whatever people actually do marks the person. 


If you go out of your way to free a people who live as slaves under a ruthless communist regime run by Ho Chi Minh or an equally despotic regime run by Stalin, Khruschev, or Brezhnev, that is heroism. 


Women get just as scared as we got, they thought about being home and who missed them, they missed people and picked up bullets they didn't want just like anyone else.  Women POW's taken by Vietcong and NVA forces suffered worse than the men.  I can still feel Navy Lieutenant Nancy Fedders poking around all over me -- looking for a pulse.  I can still smell that salt air, and I still remember a bunch of Vietnamese Nuns herding kids aboard a couple of C-130's while I stood rear guard protecting their escape route.


The last thing I remember seeing before I passed out was those Nuns clasping hands around the front landing gear of one of those C-130's on the tarmac.  They weren't about to let the planes take off without me.  What do I count for?  Hell, I'm just another grunt fleeing for his life.


The pilot told me that they had a grip you wouldn't believe and would not budge from that nose gear.  They had to send out two medics and a stretcher to get me before the Nuns would duck into the plane with the kids. 


I feel really bad that one of the AF medics got a bullet in the leg just as they dragged me aboard.  Then the NVA swarmed over the tarmac.  We got out just before an RPG hit. 


We didn't have enough fuel to get to Japan, so that C-130 made the first arrested landing in the history of the US Air Force aboard CV-63 Kittyhawk. 


Another thing: if the AF Medics had treated me according to protocol, they's have brought in a hunk of dead meat: "Bulldog" ant stings are way different from other ant stings.  The Vietnamese Nuns knew how to handle that.  They're the ones who saved my life.


Hell, I didn't rate a medal for that.  I just did my job as a sniper and held up an enemy column awhile as they got the kids out.  Anyone else would have done it too. 


I have to say hats off to the ladies.  They are the ones who rate the medals, not me.


I have yet to meet a disloyal Navy Nurse.  Nor have I ever met a disloyal Corpsman.  Doc went out with us on most multiteam patrols.  Most of the time, it was my spotter and me.  However, there are times when we can minimize our presence by traveling "incognito en masse."  We only don camo immediately before we head into the bush.  Until then enemy spotters can't tell snipers from anyone else in uniform. 


As to Tadpole, well, I can't think of a lower extreme of disloyalty.  I suggest that you spare Tadpole that well deserved bullet.  Frog gigs work much better.


Mikey, I did not say that they weren't valuable or courageous or that they did not pull their weight.  I said that they can be a distraction.  I stand by that belief.


Skitch, the Navy Nurses were a very welcome distraction.  They were ladies and I guarantee, my guys were always gentlemen around them.  That wasn't because anyone harassed them to be courteous, but because it comes naturally to Marines. 


The only women who put dishonor on those, the finest ladies I have ever met, are prima donna American feminists with their "err on the side of caution" deviancies from safety procedure, that by design rack up loads of lost-time injuries, permanent disability, and on the job fatalities.


The fact is, feminists have made a whole lot of enemies, mainly against women.  Treachery and feminist are, after all, synonyms.

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