Well hay, Sean. Thanks, I'm flattered. Fierce? Not really. I'm kinda docile most of the time. Just a realist, that's all. One lesson of value or damned curse I took from the Program is an understanding of just how far people will depart from reality, the things they'll do or condone when they get all caught up in the spirit of the moment. Every time I talk to a young person who's in or considering the military, I ask them the same question; If you were ordered to come back to your home town and round up these yenzers, would you do it?
Responses range from total bewilderment or indignant stomping off all the way to seriously discussing the possability that it could happen. Regardless, I've planted the seed, as it were, I made someone think. ;-) I figure a little bit of undoing here and there adds up if we all pitch in a little.
And if you can make a perfect manhattan, and a far better than perfect pork roast turn up on a hillside about 10 miles from the nearest po dunk roadside stop off town, you're welcome out there anytime.
