Go, Janie, Go! – Commentary by Joan Hough
I remember.
I remember sitting in a very chic New Orleans' hotel bar back back in the 80's during a
gathering of The Special Forces Association guys. The hotel, with its magnificent foyer holding trees reaching
almost sky high, was filled with some amazing men. Every where I looked, I saw their faces. I sat at a huge
round table with my spouse and four Metal of Honor holders. I, of course, no longer recall the names of those
guys.
Dumb me! Why did I fail to get autographs? One of them had a Mississippi Highway named after him, following
his death. He was very proud of his football playing son and talked at length about him with me. Such a sweet,
dear man. It does seem that most of the bravest of the brave are gentleman. He certainly was.....and the best
of all kind, a Southern gentleman!
I remember, also, that when I commented to the four men at my table that I was honored
to meet metal of honor holders, they each told me that that I should be just as honored to meet the other guys in
the hotel as most of them had done every bit as much for the nation, but not received medals.
I remember my Green Beret wearing husband, said, "Don't forget this experience, honey.
Never again in your lifetime are you likely to sit at a table with four such men." (Thinking back, chills run up
and down my spine.)
Perhaps the main reason that I remember the experience, but have forgotten the names
of all the most noteworthy of American warriors, was that at the very moment I was sitting with them, other brave
men were attaching a long, long banner on the ceiling above the long, long bar.
The banner, in humongous letters, read:
"JANE FONDA IS A COMMUNIST BITCH."
I watched as the bar manager commanded the Special Forces group to remove the banner
and upon their refusal to do so, said he would do it, himself. I listened as he was told that if he thought he was
going to remove the banner, he should know that he would have to go through every member of the warrior group now
in the hotel.
Janie, the witch, was scheduled to do a book signing in New Orleans during the very
meeting days of the Special Forces' guys. For some strange reason the book shop cancelled her signing. Janie came to
New Orleans anyway. I heard no more, however, about her. The sign remained up throughout the almost a week of
meetings of the Special Forces group.
I still have a ribbon from that meeting among my souvenirs.
And now Janie is mouthing off once more--telling the world how the horrible American
military boys are trained to kill babies and innocent women! All Janie now lacks is another cannon to straddle.
I'll be willing to bet that the Commies and Muslims all over the world are now
yelling, "Go, Janie!"
I'll, also, be willing to bet that American warriors all over the world are, also,
yelling, "Go, Janie!"- but with a totally different meaning.
Contact Joan Hough at joanhough@aol.com.
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