So today is Saturday, and we had a pretty big inspection, which was rude because I wanted to sleep. I slept in anyway till shortly before breakfast formation, but whatever.
In the boring time that is the inspection, there is very little to do, so between reading a book for English class (crazy, I know) and staring blankly at the beige walls that provide a very nice relief from the gray environment I live in, I decided to read the news.
One of the articles, from the San Diego Union-Tribune, was a big rant about how angry some Marines were about not being able to use their military ID cards as valid proof of drinking age in the state of California.
I guess that's kind of legit, but then the writer went on a tangent about how horrible it is that these young men could go to war but not get a drink.
The mayor called that ironic.
Don't get me started on how much that doesn't make sense.
It's the laws and the constitution that those of the armed forces (and cadets like myself of the kinda-but-not-really armed forces) signed up to protect.
Silly people, tricks are for prostitutes.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment