And Fu%k the Cavers that TRIED to make an issue of me wearing my dad's medals at a one time gathering that was a tribute to a 60's TV show, COMBAT!
You want to honor Combat! ? Pack an M-1 (Garand, dickhead, not a Carbine) around, at high port, for 24 hrs. You may not ground the weapon. You will be outfitted with an XXXL set of WWII ODs and web gear. When you sleep, or nod off during most anything, your grub hooks had best not leave that weapon. Try it, sometime.
It wasn't even a good mock uniform.
Depending on the use of the word, you were either; mocking the surviving cast of Combat! or, you failed miserably at creating a mock-up mish-mash of period incoherence. Take your pick.
They didn't get squat out of that one.
Bet?
Fans of the show took my side!!!!
No, we didn't.
Several other at the event wore their parents medals and that was understood upfront.
Drop and give me one, fat ass. The only individual authorized to wear an ISSUED ribbon/medal is the person to whom issued. That's why orders/promotion warrants go along with them. Some are serial numbered.
...and everyone else was wrong, too.
If I, somehow, came into possession of just one of Chesty Pullers'
FIVE Navy Crosses and was dumb enough to slap it on, he would instantly jump out of his grave, find me, bitch smack the piss out of me, take away my ID card and Birthday, shave my head and send me back overseas....
and take the Navy Cross back.
C'mon, fat boi..... you can't even give me one?