President Trump, can the US military quit using "joint base" as a designator for military bases?
Consider that the origin of this term was used as a political trick to try to convince the low-information masses that their Government was actually doing something about fraud, waste and abuse of funds by the DOD.
The United States still has 4 armed services, five counting the Coast Guard during wartime. Military traditions are an important part of developing morale and fighting spirit in these armed services, and use of the terms previously associated with defining the purpose of the basing locations of armed services would be an important step in re-establishing the destroyed morale of the past decades.
Several previous Presidents pandered badly to the low-information voters, convincing them that they could forego national security to get more government freebies. This was done to buy votes, and for no other reason.
The Trump Revolution was fought and won by folks who knew that National Security was more important than free telephones, so let's finish the job and restore our national armed services to their rightful place as our national heroes.
Let's get back to calling Army posts Forts or Camps; Air Force Bases by that name, and Navy and Marine Corps installations with the words "Navy" or "Marine Corps" in them.
Two hours' drive North of me lies Fort Lewis, WA, home of the 24 & 25 IDs and named for the great Army engineer Meriwether Lewis, who opened up this territory. Near the Fort is McChord Air Force Base, from which I navigated C-141 heavy jet transports 40 years ago. It still houses and operates strategic airlifters. Return it's designation as well, President Trump.
Yes, this action would be just as symbolic as the trashing of military tradition was when "joint base" came into use, but the restoration of military tradition brings with it restoration of morale and actual military VICTORY.
We all get them, some all the time, some rarely. An earworm is a tune or lyrics that just pops into your head (because you've heard it before), and won't go away, dominates some or all of your conscious mind.
Today, my earworm is "Seven Spanish Angels", which has to be the saddest song ever written.
"She reached down and picked the gun up That lay smokin' in his hand She said, "Father, please forgive me I can't make it without my man" And she knew the gun was empty And she knew she couldn't win But her final prayer was answered When the rifles fired again
Dear readers, it's not that I don't love all four of you, it's that this has been a bad week. Last Sunday, my wife got up to fix herself breakfast, and Houdini the Orange Terror-Cat stayed at her feet, as he usually does. She tripped over him and went down, breaking her hip. She had surgery to install three screws to put the pelvic bone back together, just got out of the hospital yesterday and is in a nearby skilled nursing facility to do rehab. Naturally, this has removed most all of MY spare time, so I have been on Twitter (@straightcase) a bit, but not often. Since I dumped Facebook because of their intrusive ads on my timeline, I have nothing to keep anyone over there (my 189 "friends") happy except this blog and my occasional tweedling.