The Dummies sleep warm in their beds, without a thought in their pointy little heads. They just can't comprehend.
I rang in the New Year one year working a trauma code on a 19 year old girl who was ejected from a rollover. I was in the ER on the Y2K with a kid who had swallowed a bottle of vodka and a bottle of pills; I got him to sing "Eve of Destruction" with me when midnight came. I have driven patrol past countless houses on Christmas Eves, covered with Christmas lights and their trees visible through the windows, and the citizens asleep inside. I've eaten Mermite turkey, chow hall ham, station house cooking, hospital food, and jail food for Thanksgiving dinner.
And I loved every bit of it.
One of my most fond Thanksgiving memories was that of 1987. My cavalry squadron was at Graf for tank and Bradley gunnery. Our mess crew put on a
spread. Well, that day the VII Corps commander flew out to Graf to tour 2d ACR's base camp, among other facilities. He had told the RCO that he would be eating Thanksgiving dinner in one of the mess halls, with the troopers. The RCO and RCSM stopped at our mess hall first. The LTG looked around at the spread, asked a couple of questions, and said to the RCO, "I've made my decision--I don't need to go to the other mess halls. We're eating here. You make sure that these guys get rewarded for this." The RCO turned to my SCO (who was wearing a cheshire-cat-class grin

at he time) and said, "Impact ARCOMs for everybody." The SCO turned to the SCSM and S-1, and before the SCO could say anything, the S-1 said, "Sir, I'll have the paperwork for you in an hour." It got done.
The food was
awesome, too. I used to
love going to gunneries for the food.
