some folks inherit star spangled eyes, ooh, they send you down to war

And when you ask them, how much should we give,
oh, they only answer, more, more, more

I got a mass e-mail (don't they call that SPAM?) from an army recruiting officer today in my campus mail. it was funny to browse the names all lined up in alphabetical order in the "to:" spot. my old rommate Angie was in there. I bet she'll be just as pleased as I was to have recieved the invitation to join up. I sent a response. I try not to be such a cynical little nut that I worry that saying something will land me on a list, but it doesn't matter, since the cynical nut part knows that if there is a list, I've probably already gotten on it. I think of all the people in the military machine, I have the most trouble being diplomatic with recruiters. Its my gut reaction to think "fucking vultures". I'm not entirely sure that that's unfair of me. But I did my best to at least be respectful and moderate in the wording of my response. I'm just so sick of this fucking disgusting war.

( my response )

well holy shit

apparently recruitment officers have a lot of free time on their hands, cause that was QUICK!

( SSG Olan's response )

yes Mr Olan, this is clearly about my plethora of opportunities and my privilege getting in the way of understanding what a fine opportunity dying in a foreign land in a needless war is for the poor and marginalized. It's too bad that, if not for being raised by a veteran and a bleeding heart, you might've gotten me and my brother both. you win some, you lose some, right?