June 2, 2012 by David Gillaspie
A Korean War Memorial in the front room
Myths did so much to explain the world before science kicked in.
Greeks and Romans worked it out with their gods and prophets, their burning bushes and Mt. Olympus.
David Sirota likes working the mythology, too. But why pick the myth of the over-salivating person at the airport hacking one up on a guy just in from Vietnam?
Picture a soldier in his tiger stripes, called in from the field and sent home on a plane because his time was up. No shave, no shower, just get on the bird and get home. This is a guy used to most variations of bodily fluids, the least threatening being a loogie from a slobbering load in an airline terminal.
The reason Sirota calls it a myth is because no one put a boot in the face of a spitter. If that happened there’d be more documentation than the JFK assassination.
Instead, soldiers did what soldiers do, they soldiered on. They follow orders and if they can’t cut it, their commanders find someone who can.
Take a look at Sirota and think of meeting him in the pugil stick ring in bootcamp. Can this narrow headed spinner take a hit? Can he get up when he doesn’t feel so good? Or would he cut loose with the bodily fluids while he refused to engage?
Would he spit up on himself?
All the brave guys in their comfortable shoes see themselves as leaders, as generals and admirals, not soldiers who started their military lives as trainees. The spitting on soldiers story is true, but the location is different.
As a soldier in the Gerald Ford army from 1974-1976 I was spit on.
After failing the drill for handling a rifle salute at Fort Ord my drill sergeant jumped in my face with his Smokey the Bear hat brim bouncing off my forehead like Woody the Woodpecker while he screamed and sprayed all over. It was frightening, it was shocking, and oddly enough it was sort of funny seeing someone that worked up so close up.
What did I do? I stood in front of the platoon and took it. That’s what soldiers do, they take it, whether it’s a hill, a country, or a howling nut case.
Sirota might be many things, a writer, a talker, a tool, but he’s no soldier.
These are soldiers whose names come from the Oregon Vietnam Memorial. You’ll notice similarities.
David J. Ellefson
David B. Lentz
David J. Bystedt
David G. Russell
David C. Orfield
David N. Cummings
David R. Blackman III
David F. Popp
David A. Johnson
David L. Ross
David L. Smith
David E. Bramsen
David L. Judy
David L. Harding
David B. Beglau
The only bodily fluids these guys and everyone else on The Wall get are tears.