Charlie had the good fortune of attending the DC Special Forces Association dinner this weekend (appropriately dressed in green, of course). First, let her say, that if you ever have the chance to listen to some of the SOG-era SF sea stories, find a comfy chair and settle in. Because, wow, that sh*t is good in the telling. (Charlie also thinks it's good to be reminded these days that before SOCOM was a DOD darling, SF was a career-killing backwater populated by those who thought dysentery was a way of life. And that's how they liked it.) Second, US Army Chorus: remarkably good...in a charming 1957 kind of way.
Remarkably not good: Lee Greenwood. No, he wasn't actually there, but his miserable, treacly song was. And not only that, but people stood for it like it was the National Anthem. What. The. F*ck. Is this some sort of Army thing? Does graduating from the Q course leave you totally devoid of a sense of irony? And at what point did Lee enter the pantheon of sacred songwriters? National Anthem, check. Service hymns, check. Ballad of the Green Beret, of course. "I'm Proud to be an American"? Oh HELL no. Seriously, people. Setzt euch.