Wounded Warriors

This weekend while out and about we had to make a trip to WalMart.  At the entrance to the store stood a young kid dressed in utilities, a Marine, with a donation box for Wounded Warriors.

We stopped and I spoke to him briefly and made a donation to the cause.  Young kid, had already been to Iraq and Afghanistan and it just didn’t seem possible to me, but it was.

I put some money in his box and then we went inside the store.

Later on I got to thinking about how sad this is.  We can spend all this money building bridges and roads in countries where they ride a ****ing donkey to town, but we have our returning soldiers at home begging for money.  Support they need for their families here at home, that have somehow been forgotten.

Something is not right with this picture.

These guys deserve our very best it is the least we can do.  Here is another site that is worthy of your attention, you can find numerous ways to help out a vet. the Internet is full of them.  These two in particular I found noteworthy, so I am passing them on.

Check out this one and cut them a check today.

The Serving Project.


Inside the store, I go to the Men’s section, I need some new levi’s that do not have paint stains or grease spilled on them.  I look around for the changing room and to my surprise, there isn’t one.  Looking over in another section of the store I see that the women have a changing room, but nothing for the men.  So anywho, I need to know what the size of my pants are, so I go into the women’s changing room and lock the door.

I am in there about five minutes, figured out what I needed to know, and then I exit.

This sales lady (I think they call them WalMart Associates) looks at me rather startled and inquires, “Is everything alright?”  She cannot figure out what it is that I (A man!) is about coming out of HER fitting room.  I smile my best toothy smile and then I reply, “Well no, not actually.  There is something terribly wrong in there.”  And she says, “What might that be sir?” and I say, “The mirrors, all of them.  They make me look fat.”  I then walked off leaving a throughly confused looking WalMart Associate behind me.

At that time I went back to the men’s section for my new pants.

I bought four.

Now it is time to locate the wife.  She is of course, nowhere to be found and I instantly think of my cellphone which is lying on the counter in the kitchen some eight miles away.  Ah, the mobility of your own personal telephone.

Not being able to locate her, I notice an empty stool close to the registers.  So I sit down.


It is now important that you understand that this is the empty stool where sometimes the WalMart Greeter sits.  But he/she is not there, I am tired, I sit down.  Afterwords I discover that WalMart is now phasing out the Greeter altogether and will no longer use them, you can read about that here if you are so inclined.

Sitting in the empty chair and American phenomenon begins.  People immediately start saying things like:  “Are you on guard duty?” … “Can you tell me where I can find Dog-food?” … “I need some coconut water.” (now that was a toughie let me tell you)

So I answer them, “No I am not on Guard Duty, have you seen my wife?” and “It’s on the right down there about half way down.”  He says, “What aisle is it on, what is the number?” and I say, “I don’t know the number, half-way down, on the right.” so he says, “You don’t know nuthin.” and I reply, “Yeah?  I KNOW where the dog food is, whadya you know?” and the last one, “Can you tell me where the Coconut water can be found?”

I started to guess … Indonesia?  No I really did.  But then I just smiled, stood up and vacated the seat and smiled and replied, “Lady, I am sorry I don’t have a clue.”

Word of caution here.  Never, ever, if you are smart, sit in the Greeters Chair at Wally-World and by all means, keep track of your wife!

Saturday was a good day, I gladly would love to do it over again.

Semper Fi Mac!


5 thoughts on “Wounded Warriors

  1. Been that way for most of our history as a country Don, eager to send them off to war, forget them as soon as they get back…..it is a real shame the way we don’t take care of the ones who need it. For a long time when i could, i supported Paralyzed Veterans of America and the Disabled Veterans of America. Found out about the Fisher House but have not been in a position to help them out yet. If i ever win a lottery there are about 5 veterans organizations that will be hearing from me.


    • I gave him come coin of the realm. I see it all the time and it saddens me, but there isn’t much you can do about it. Often I wonder, “Did the Roman’s do this with their soldiers?”



  2. While a member of the Hayward, CA and then the Newark, CA California Jaycees in ’68, a good deal of us young men and women were aligned with the POW-MIA movement. As one’s family grows, and life moves on and you get involved with alot of other stuff, the POW-MIA and other very important things involving ex-military folk get pushed aside, or forgotten. I’ve often wondered what had happened to the POW-MIA efforts, as the Viet Nam vets that I’m priviledged to know can’t give me any info either.


    • I don’t suppose we will ever know for sure Joey, but it is always there, in the back of my mind.

      Time has a way of throwing things to the back of the stove, wouldn’t you agree?



  3. Speaking ’bout the back of that stove DS, it’s the way I’ve felt for years ‘n years on WW2 survivors, Korean War survivors (when’s the last time you’ve ever seen/read about them?) Viet Nam guys ‘n gals, Desert Storm?
    I don’t want to step on any toes or intimate anything about the current guys ‘n gals in the military nowadays, but the moaning and groaning concerning how THEY are being treated while still being in the military, or in many cases coming home (to what?) people have to realize that what I’ve pointed out here about “those others” is still going on to this day. They should not be put on that back burner AT ALL.


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