Usually when shit gets too crazy to write about I do WW2 stuff...like this. It calms my nerves this war against absolute evil. Also being born right after this event I like my age cohort am familiar with all the detail of the conflict...the many sorts of hardwear as well.
Above is a WW2 "Lancaster" bomber being shot down over Germany. Hundreds were. Just as many hundreds of German bombers were brought down over Britain. Both sides had profoundly brave crews that risked near certain death to bring death to others.
We are Noble in our Madness.
I think that's what I'm trying to say here. In response to our traditional "Madness' I propose an alternative.
I have this flying fantasy that Bombers in war would drop food seeds medical supplies solar powered laptops water decontaminates comic books porn, and artist supplies instead of Bombs.
Such missions with the same risk I would gladly fly today despite my somewhat aged condition. Besides wars 'should' be fought by grumpy old guys anyway.
We'd spend most of our time looking for our glasses sleeping sitting on the toilet playing cards or complaining. No one would ever get killed' cause we'd 'never' get around to it.
We are Noble in our Madness.
I think that's what I'm trying to say here. In response to our traditional "Madness' I propose an alternative.
I have this flying fantasy that Bombers in war would drop food seeds medical supplies solar powered laptops water decontaminates comic books porn, and artist supplies instead of Bombs.
Such missions with the same risk I would gladly fly today despite my somewhat aged condition. Besides wars 'should' be fought by grumpy old guys anyway.
We'd spend most of our time looking for our glasses sleeping sitting on the toilet playing cards or complaining. No one would ever get killed' cause we'd 'never' get around to it.
Stay Tuned.
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