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[rm]

Walking to work from the subway this morning, I pass the route for the Veterans Day parade.

Some woman stops a police officer. "What's going on here?" she asks, in that entitled way New Yorkers get -- there's a party or disruption, why haven't I been personally notified.

"Veterans Day," the cop says, clearly non-plussed.

"Oh," the woman says, clearly even more non-plussed.

Really? Really? Could you not tell from the Vietnam-era jeeps on the back of the flatbed you're standing next to (and there are signs labeling them), or the two really pretty girls in their air force uniforms having a coffee behind you? Did you somehow miss the all the guys in their desert fatigues?

Seriously, I know it's early, I know it's cold, and I know most people don't give a crap, but jeez.

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[eac.livejournal.com]

"I always find myself wary of other people's reaction to that response because my very pacifist friends can easily blame any number of my pop culture obsessions, which, actually isn't true."

I presumed that it must go the other way (that your interest in the military directed your pop culture obsessions).

[rm.livejournal.com]

Thank you -- having just written about it -- it's an obvious mishmash of stuff, filtered through my rather batshit family, but my point, I suppose, is that at the end of the day, it probably doesn't matter why, if it makes me more decent towards and more aware of these men and women who serve.