WHO ARE D-DAY MILLENNIALS

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You’ve seen comments for D-Day Millennials on social media.

It’s not good, those comments.

They start with remarks on a ‘safe place’ and move to ‘what kind of pussified men are we raising?’

Consider the sources if you can. Unless it’s Sergeant Rock talking, don’t get too concerned.

Most of the time it’s men and women of a certain age. Call them baby boomers.

The anti-Vietnam War make love not war kids turned into hard core hawks, approving any message that lets them off the hook.

So what did they do? What hook?

Some of these Dr. Spock raised spawn burned their draft cards, their bras, burned stuff they thought would make an impression on mommy and daddy.

Set it on fire if you really care.

Burn, burn, burn, baby. Burn that Iowa ditch weed and pretend you’re an astral projection tripper. Burn that banana peel to come down from your buzz through the universe. Then calm the hell down.

They did that. Maybe you did that and were a big deal at your high school.

Or maybe you did a little more, like dip into the electric kool-aid?

Who else heard this on a date: “Sometimes I wonder who I’d be if I didn’t take so much acid?”

That’s right, nobody. Nobody says it, but they did it.

And they wonder. They want to wonder together. What you’re getting are feelings.

Those feelings. But acid feelings?

Your move. Stay, or go? Normal, or abnormal?

Stay. You stay, but they want to make it right.

They need some of that forgiveness we hear about. They think they’ve sinned and need some absolution. A good shot of absolution? You’ll get some too. Do you need it?

Of course you do. You did things that changed your life. Only later do you realize life is change, you changed, and ask this: what does it mean on acid?

Getting chased down a railroad track by a jar of mayonnaise and bottle of ketchup is freaky when you’re the only hotdog around? What’s that mean?

Maybe it means today’s kids are unworthy? Is that it? Your kids?

If you’re not careful, a drug related event might feel like a religious experience. It happens.

After recovery your bad thing becomes a good thing in the rear view mirror. Redeemed.

Now you’re ready to trash the millennials, the cowardly New Boomers, from a new pulpit.

D-Day Millennials train as hard and ornery as anyone.

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Why do so many boomers consider millennials soft?

Because the youngsters never had a Drill Sergeant, or Drill Instructor, get up on them with their Smokey hat woodpeckering them in the forehead while they scream spit blobs in their face?

Maybe it’s because boomers got older and regret their choice to avoid the excitement of doing what the hell you’re told to do?

As one who got the treatment, it is an invaluable experience.

But it doesn’t always translate. Don’t try it on your kids, or grand kids. You’ll be on the no-visit list.

In the Army you’re more than expected to do what you’re told. It’s not a question or request. You need to do to what you’re told.

If you don’t do it, you pay. The platoon pays.

Then you pay again at your blanket party. No one wants to pay twice.

D-Day Millennials get the green light.

Too many in the pro-military crowd missed their chance to join up. It wasn’t that hard.

Everyone knows this. But it’s the fear. Too many got caught up in the fear.

The yearly tally of Vietnam Dead on The Wall is a good reason to be scared shitless.

Their fear went a little further, as you can tell by how many see themselves as commanders instead of enlistees. Everybody wants to be a General from the start.

This Memorial Day I walked the walk and gave it up to my hometown Vietnam David’s, David Ellefson and David Lentz, boomer dead. It still scares me. It always will.

People who knew them better mourned hard, like you’d hope for everyone else on the Wall.

Sixties Survivors express their fear, call it Boomer Fear, into a renewed bravado.

“Hell No We Won’t Go” turned into, “Be Someone and Own A Gun.”