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Thought for the Day

Unless you can name your favorite and least favorite MRE varieties and articulate exactly why you hold those opinions, maybe you should sit out the latest kerfuffle over special meals being purchased for deployed/deploying servicemembers.

I have vivid memories of how good a cheeseburger made on a grill that hadn’t been cleaned since the Tet Offensive tasted after several months eating food from plastic, mylar, and aluminum containers.

I’m not going to begrudge surf and turf served to those going into harm’s way.

And for the record:

Favorite – Chicken ala King, hot or cold, because it was easy to jazz up with Mrs. Dash or Tabasco. Runner up was the Pork and Rice in Barbecue Sauce, but that had to be heated up.

Least favorite – Omelet with Ham, because nothing could be done to make that abomination palatable. Ate a lot of these, because leaders eat last and that was usually the last one in the box.

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Respectful Missive

Dear Life, the Universe, and Everything,

As per my last email, I requested a calm, quiet set of twilight years.

After the first 2/3 of my life, I felt I was owed that. Personal issues, a professional life that can be best described as ‘spirited’, and, let’s face it, rather horrific consequences for normal life choices have been the sweat equity that earned me a small measure peace as I trudge toward the grave.

Instead, you continue to throw everything, up to and including the kitchen sink, at me. I will not go over already well-trodden ground, but half a century of chaos, heartache, and what some would call deliberate malice on your part have convinced me that a well-deserved respite from all that has been truly earned.

Being a patient soul, I am reaching out, yet again, to request that you fulfill the commitment you made when I was told “the suck won’t last forever”. I not only embraced the suck, I have nurtured it, put it through good schools, and provided for its upkeep and entertainment for decades.

It is time for the suck to leave the nest and make a life for itself. I, it’s unwilling host, am spent and withered.

Yes, life is better now that it has been in the past. Yes, I have some leisure time, my occupation has been rearranged so that I no longer fear the ringing of alarms and telephones, and my family is both healthy and well provided for.

However, taking into account the latest headlines, the reports from both spouse and spawn, and the disapproving look I get from multiple medical professionals, it is clear that there is still much work to be done.

Please take this gentle reminder as a nudge toward doing the right thing. Failure to do so will leave me no option except to retain counsel and pursue satisfaction through the courts. Nobody wants that, so please make the right choice.

Sincerely,

Tom.

P.S. – Please say hello for me to the Void. I haven’t screamed into it in quite some time, and I don’t want it to feel neglected.

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Today’s Earworm

The Marines got this.

We got Dave Matthews whining about a breakup.

There is no justice in this world this side of the grave.

Persian Gulf Shanty

There once was a ship that put to sea

The name of the ship was the Shahid Bagheri,

The ship blew up, her bow dipped down

Oh, blow, torpedo boys, blow!

Soon may a submarine come

And blow us all to kingdom come!

One day, when the sinking is done

We’ll swim to shore and go

She had just begun to launch her drones

When she was sent to lay with Davey Jones

The crew all cried out in fear

Knew they’d never make it home.

Soon may a submarine come

And blow us all to kingdom come!

One day, when the sinking is done

We’ll float to shore and go

Just as a missile hit her bow

We knew we were really boned now

All hands to the rafts, jump into the water!

But the boat went down below

Soon may a submarine come

And blow us all to kingdom come!

One day, when the sinking is done

We’ll paddle to shore and go

No drones were launched, no rockets fired

No infidels found, no targets acquired

Our boat held together with bailing wire

And watch our magazine blow!

Soon may a submarine come

And blow us all to kingdom come!

One day, when the sinking is done

We’ll row to shore and go

The Bagheri’s half a league under water

Sent to the bottom by somebody’s daughter

A young lass flying an F-18

Sent our drone ship down below

Soon may a submarine come

And blow us all to kingdom come!

One day, when the sinking is done

We’ll drift to shore and go

As far as I know, our fleet is gone

Blown to hell before the break of dawn

Tehran won’t accept our calls

And my raft just sprung a leak!

Soon may a submarine come

And blow us all to kingdom come!

One day, when the sinking is done

We’ll swim to shore and go

Attention to Orders

Citation

Chief Warrant Officer Five Eric A. Slover distinguished himself by conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity, above and beyond the call of duty, on January 3, 2026, during a mission in Venezuela, in support of Operation Absolute Resolve. Chief Warrant Officer Five Slover piloted his MH-47 as the lead aircraft of the operation, tasked with executing a highly complex infiltration through hostile Integrated Air Defense Systems to safely deliver military forces. During ingress, Chief Warrant Officer Five Slover skillfully led the helicopter force through a dense jungle valley in a mountainous region, navigating marginal weather conditions, numerous topographical hazards, and near insurmountable surface to air threats. Upon touching down at the designated landing zone, Chief Warrant Officer Five Slover’s aircraft was immediately engaged by multiple machine gun positions at close range. The hostile fire resulted in 15 armor-piercing rounds entering his cockpit, with four rounds striking his leg. Despite the intense and effective enemy fire, and at great personal risk, Chief Warrant Officer Five Slover maintained his situational awareness and aircraft’s position in the line of fire to ensure the safe infiltration of the military forces. After the force disembarked, and despite suffering significant life-threatening injuries, Chief Warrant Officer Five Slover identified hostile heavy machine gun positions that were engaging his aircraft and targeting the ground forces. He maneuvered his aircraft to enable his door gunner to deliver effective fire, successfully neutralizing the threats. Chief Warrant Officer Five Slover’s heroic actions undoubtedly saved countless American lives and ensured the complete and overwhelming success of the mission. His gallantry under fire and extraordinary valor are in keeping with the highest traditions of military service and reflect great credit upon himself and the United States Army.

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News Roundup

From the “Let My People Go” Department – Residents and tourists in the Canary Islands are dealing with a swarm of locusts. The multilegged visitors apparently hopped over from the Sahara due to the weather in the vacation spot. Local authorities are breaking out the frog gigs and eclipse glasses, just in case. In unrelated news, Southern California seems to be dealing with an abundance of mosquitoes at the moment. I guess the Good Lord decided to smite somebody who deserves it, for once.

From the “Shifting Strategies” Department – Several wine companies in Northern California have either cut back production or outright closed wineries. As the percentage of adults who regularly drink alcohol continues to decline, I expect to see more and more purveyors of mid-grade grape flavored hooch meander into the sunset. Interestingly enough, Gallo just bought a bourbon company near here. I guess when one door closes, another opens. In this case, it just opens another path for customers to stumble down while singing “Seven Spanish Angels” at 2:30 in the morning.

From the “Meet the New Boss” Department – The Louvre, recently robbed in broad daylight, has announced a new director after its previous leadership was guillotined fired. The new chef du chaud has been tasked with overseeing renovations, improving security, and sweeping out his predecessors extensive collection of large shoes and red rubber noses. All of this will be, of course, paid by ticket sales, once they figure out who has all the money from the past decade’s worth of tickets.

From the “Watch Your Lanes” Department – An Amazon delivery vehicle has been recovered safely after it got stuck in the mud on a British military firing range. The driver blamed GPS directions for his errant routing. Sources indicate that local lance corporals have been spotted wearing new watches and high-end sneakers while carrying several cases of energy drinks and toilet paper into their barracks in muddy uniforms. An inquiry by His Majesty’s government is expected to be held to look into deficient marksmanship.