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YepOh, our parades also likely had a few classic cars, a convertible also, with maybe a homecoming queen. Some chick to wave slowly as she passed.
YepOh, our parades also likely had a few classic cars, a convertible also, with maybe a homecoming queen. Some chick to wave slowly as she passed.
Just a disgusting misappropriation or park funds.SCOOP: Park Service diverts $2.5 million in fees for Trump's July Fourth extravaganza, plus White House hands out VIP tickets to donors, possible Apollo 11 moon projection on the Washington Monument, via
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Small town Minnesota as well.I remember these kinds of 4th of Julys as well in small town South Carolina.
Trump won’t take his hair out in the weather. Parade cancelled.
Same as in Indiana. I got chills watching the one in Born on the Fourth of July because it was almost identical to ours.I remember these kinds of 4th of Julys as well in small town South Carolina.
How about vets rom the Vietnam war?In my youth, in small town America, in the 60's our 4th of July and Memorial Day parades featured the school bands, elementary through high school, a piece or two of emergency response equipment and the volunteers who operated them (We did not have full time employees of Fire or Police departments), an operational historical steam tractor, kids on bikes who had decorated them with crepe paper and flags, and the vets from the area, mostly WWII and Korean war Vets but some from WWI, marching in formation, by service, wearing the remnants of their uniforms. It was not solemn, it was celebratory, but also cautionary as many were severely wounded, permanently, by their service. Still, they were proud to march and when they passed bye we showed them respect. The parades always ended at the American Legion hall. There the Vets served up hot dogs and brats, orange soda, chips, cake, and ice cream sandwiches. We kids looked forward to that before getting on about our 4th of July business with our family and friends. It was a home grown community event. It was not staged propaganda by a central government. It was Norman Rockwell.
Later there were games and contests at the municipal grounds and pool. We kids might earn a prize or two, some coins, a gold fish in a bag, a small trophy for swimming, diving, running, throwing and of course the big turtle race and frog jumping contest. There was more BBQ. There were a few fire crackers set off to the consternation of adults. Local bands played at the band stand, mostly poorly but some quite good. At dusk, fireworks and then a walk home along the creek which we pronounced crick. There were fireflies in the sky and raccoons moving from the woods to pick the fallen food at the municipal grounds. Often the deer were stirring.
He said his youth "in the 60s". I'm guessing that, like me, his youth was before Vietnam (or at least while we were only sending "advisors").How about vets rom the Vietnam war?
Yep. We had a few returning, but very few. They came later.He said his youth "in the 60s". I'm guessing that, like me, his youth was before Vietnam (or at least while we were only sending "advisors").
Yeah I was probably 10 years later and we had some Vietnam vets. But people have to remember a lot of those guys really just wanted to forget Vietnam and didn't really do the all parade kind of thing. They were usually in the crowd maybe with a hat on that would let you know they served. We treated them with the same respect we gave any of the guys who were all dressed up in the parade. They all did their duty and they were all worthy of our respect is what we were taught.Yep. We had a few returning, but very few. They came later.
The first Viet Nam vet I remember was a neighbor. He was a good and gentle soul in the body of a very powerful man. He was the older brother of a friend. He returned in 1970. I found out later that he had a substantial heroine addiction. Before going he was vibrant, social. Upon returning all he did was load his dog into a canoe, paddle to the middle of our lake and sit, all day, speaking to no one, even when approached. The only person I saw him speak to for two years was my kid sister. He would paddle bye every day and stop and speak to her. She was 6 years old. I remember asking my Dad if he had any concerns about the 22 year old man, uncommunicative to anybody, speaking daily to his 6 year old daughter. He said "No". He said Brian was a gentle soul, a trusted neighbor, and a friend of our family and he had no concerns.How about vets rom the Vietnam war?
but look at all of the libs going crazy!!!Tanks on streets in D.C. Surreal. Stealing from the National Parks to pay for it.
How can anyone support this narcissistic wannabe dictator.
This is not normal in a functioning democracy.
This was very similar to the 4th of July celebrations we had in my town of Dormont in the 60s. The greatest thing was making the LL All-Star team and getting to walk in the parade in my uniform. I don't think I've had a prouder moment of myself in my life.In my youth, in small town America, in the 60's our 4th of July and Memorial Day parades featured the school bands, elementary through high school, a piece or two of emergency response equipment and the volunteers who operated them (We did not have full time employees of Fire or Police departments), an operational historical steam tractor, kids on bikes who had decorated them with crepe paper and flags, and the vets from the area, mostly WWII and Korean war Vets but some from WWI, marching in formation, by service, wearing the remnants of their uniforms. It was not solemn, it was celebratory, but also cautionary as many were severely wounded, permanently, by their service. Still, they were proud to march and when they passed bye we showed them respect. The parades always ended at the American Legion hall. There the Vets served up hot dogs and brats, orange soda, chips, cake, and ice cream sandwiches. We kids looked forward to that before getting on about our 4th of July business with our family and friends. It was a home grown community event. It was not staged propaganda by a central government. It was Norman Rockwell.
Later there were games and contests at the municipal grounds and pool. We kids might earn a prize or two, some coins, a gold fish in a bag, a small trophy for swimming, diving, running, throwing and of course the big turtle race and frog jumping contest. There was more BBQ. There were a few fire crackers set off to the consternation of adults. Local bands played at the band stand, mostly poorly but some quite good. At dusk, fireworks and then a walk home along the creek which we pronounced crick. There were fireflies in the sky and raccoons moving from the woods to pick the fallen food at the municipal grounds. Often the deer were stirring.
Nice.This was very similar to the 4th of July celebrations we had in my town of Dormont in the 60s. The greatest thing was making the LL All-Star team and getting to walk in the parade in my uniform. I don't think I've had a prouder moment of myself in my life.
Whatever happened to Brian?The first Viet Nam vet I remember was a neighbor. He was a good and gentle soul in the body of a very powerful man. He was the older brother of a fiend. He returned in 1970. I found out later that he had a substantial heroine addiction. Before going he was vibrant, social. Upon returning all he did was load his dog into a canoe, paddle to the middle of our lake and sit, all day, speaking to no one, even when approached. The only person I saw him speak to for two years was my kid sister. He would paddle bye every day and stop and speak to her. She was 6 years old. I remember asking my Dad if he had any concerns about the 22 year old man, uncommunicative to anybody speaking daily to his 6 year old daughter. He said "No". He said Brian was a gentle soul, a trusted neighbor, and a friend of our family and he had no concerns.
After Brian other siblings of friends started returning. Then it was our turn to think about that war and that draft. Fortunately for me 1974 came before I was 18. I did not have to face that draft or those decisions. I was gone then from that rural small town. The traditions went on without me. Did the parades go on, the faces of the vets change, I presume so, but I was not an observer of those times, I know them only second hand.
I don't know. I moved away from home and my family shortly thereafter sold that home. I naturally started to lose touch with Brian and hist family. My main connection to the family was the boy more or less my age. He, my friend died shortly thereafter from a terminal disease, I no longer recall which disease. Once that happened my connections were severed. For all I know Brian is out there still, probably in a different canoe and on his 7th or 8th dog since that time. I hope he did well. I hope he recovered. Heroine is a tough nut to get past as is PTSD, but I like to think that he recovered, had a full life, and is now retired on that lake which he was using for healing.Whatever happened to Brian?
Me too. I was 15 years old in 1974 and missed the draft entirely. By the time Reagan reinstated registration for the draft in 1982 I was too old.Fortunately for me 1974 came before I was 18. I did not have to face that draft or those decisions.
Whatever happened to Brian?
We are a narrow cohort, those of us who did not have to register for the draft.Me too. I was 15 years old in 1974 and missed the draft entirely. By the time Reagan reinstated registration for the draft in 1982 I was too old.
I remember watching the draft lottery in 72 (I was 14).. My birthday came up #8.Ditkaless Wonders said:We are a narrow cohort, those of us who did not have to register for the draft.
That's like a 4th of July in a Michael Bey movie.Ditkaless Wonders said:In my youth, in small town America, in the 60's, our 4th of July and Memorial Day parades featured the school bands, elementary through high school, a piece or two of emergency response equipment and the volunteers who operated them (We did not have full time employees of Fire or Police departments), an operational historical steam tractor, kids on bikes who had decorated them with crepe paper and flags, and the vets from the area, mostly WWII and Korean war Vets but some from WWI, marching in formation, by service, wearing the remnants of their uniforms. It was not solemn, it was celebratory, but also cautionary as many were severely wounded, permanently, by their service. Still, they were proud to march and when they passed bye we showed them respect. The parades always ended at the American Legion hall. There the Vets served up hot dogs and brats, orange soda, chips, cake, and ice cream sandwiches. We kids looked forward to that before getting on about our 4th of July business with our family and friends. It was a home grown community event. It was not staged propaganda by a central government. It was Norman Rockwell.
Later there were games and contests at the municipal grounds and pool. We kids might earn a prize or two, some coins, a gold fish in a bag, a small trophy for swimming, diving, running, throwing and of course the big turtle race and frog jumping contest. There was more BBQ. There were a few fire crackers set off to the consternation of adults. Local bands played at the band stand, mostly poorly but some quite good. At dusk, fireworks and then a walk home along the creek which we pronounced crick. There were fireflies in the sky and raccoons moving from the woods to pick the fallen food at the municipal grounds. Often the deer were stirring.
I grew up inside of a Norman Rockwell painting. I was a Mark Twain character, a Will Rogers aphorism.That's like a 4th of July in a Michael Bey movie.
The article doesn't seem to match the headline..Most top military chiefs skipping Trump's July Fourth fest
All far left wing liberal sissies amiright?
Wouldn't it be more accurate to be filled with hot air?"Baby Trump" balloon gets permit to appear at National Mall during Trump event
The permit states that the balloon must be filled with "cold air" only, so that it cannot fly.
By...uh...4 years?I remember watching the draft lottery in 72 (I was 14).. My birthday came up #8.
Dodged that bullet
This is disappointing...I love baby MAGA..."Baby Trump" balloon gets permit to appear at National Mall during Trump event
The permit states that the balloon must be filled with "cold air" only, so that it cannot fly.
I was in D.C. for that and am in full agreement with the sentiment and lament of your post. This should not be happening. Ever.Don Quixote said:I remember seeing tanks rolling through the streets of DC in the wake of 9/11, and hoping that I’d never witness that again in my lifetime. Glad that I’m out of town on vacation this week. Pictures are disgusting enough.
Typical in this eraThe article doesn't seem to match the headline..
The article doesn't seem to match the headline..Most top military chiefs skipping Trump's July Fourth fest
All far left wing liberal sissies amiright?
It's true it says 'not invited' not 'skipping' but then my guess is the WH didn't invite those who would not attend.The Pentagon delegation invited to join President Donald Trump on the National Mall for July Fourth includes acting Defense Secretary Mark Esper, Joint Chiefs of Staff Chairman Gen. Joseph Dunford and a variety of top civilian officials and officers from the military services — but not the service chiefs for the Army, Navy, Air Force or Marine Corps.
It's a nominated/confirmed position by the president/senate. They have no authority over the military actions. It's a political position, so to me, it makes sense that he's there and his presence only strengthens the evidence behind this being a political stunt using our military as a backdrop for the ####show. It's disgusting but completely expected.Frankly the only surprise here is that Dunford is attending. This is shaping up as a political event and really military leadership should not be there.
"The largest audience ever!"Pretty sure attendance will be low. What right thinking American would willingly be a part of this ode to Trump?
Depends on how many fireworks.Pretty sure attendance will be low. What right thinking American would willingly be a part of this ode to Trump?
What Trump will claim vs. reality."The largest audience ever!"Pretty sure attendance will be low. What right thinking American would willingly be a part of this ode to Trump?
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