Busy morning today, so no time to chat. Here’s this, though, an interesting story about the struggle over a memorial plaque for a dead soldier in his hometown:
In the quest of politicians and veterans to find the appropriate heading on the existing township monument, they considered titles like the Global War on Terrorism, the Global Struggle Against Violent Extremism, Operation Iraqi Freedom and War in Iraq. The Board of Trustees eventually settled on simply: Iraq.
Some years ago, a friend of mine — OK, it was Lance Mannion — noticed the military’s “branding” campaign. “Operation Overlord was a code name,” he said. “Operation Desert Storm is marketing.” True. And so now we’re engaged in a war that even the bereaved don’t know what, exactly, to call it.
The result is still the same, regrettably.
I’ll try to be back this afternoon, but maybe not. Last night at writing group someone made the comment that everyone in the world has shoplifted something, at some time in their lives. I raised my hand: “Uh, no.” So they all said for next week I need to write a piece of short fiction on shoplifting, something I’ve never done in my life. I guess I need to start researching the topic.