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I was blessed to be posted to NAS Sigonella, in Sicily, in late 1968. My friends and I travelled a lot, and often found ourselves in some very tiny villages as we changed buses or trains. To say that we were venerated, particularly by those whose memories of the liberation were fresh. Sometimes it was embarrassing as people literally crowded around to see and meet us. Sure, we saw signs of dissent, particularly as the war was raging in Viet Nam, but most treated us like kings.
Today, these memories only fuel my rage at what has been done in my name.
I have said it before, the candidate who wants my vote is going to have to spell out a clear and concise plan to punish these people. I've got ten thousand dollars that says a few waterboarding sessions and Libby would be spilling his guts. And why not? We should do unto them as they have done unto others. Any lingering notions that we "liberals" are soft and fuzzy, or into "flower power" and that garbage need to be dispelled. There are a lot of really angry people and we need to let "them" know. I have my senators' number programmed into my phone (Chambliss and Isakson). I call them on a daily basis so they know exactly where I stand.
