This Veterans Day I offer a toast to my Uncle Richard. He was a very young soldier in 1943 when he was called upon to invade Sicily and fight the Nazis there.
On average everyone in his unit was killed three times, so 300% casualties. It’s not clear how he survived, although he has a great debt to an older sergeant who looked after him. A lot of things in life have been more difficult than they should have been since then.
Since that time he has maintained a continuous, loyal, and upright middle finger at any kind of authority, without exception. He’s a photographer and painter and retired from teaching. I believe he was something of a thorn in the side of university administrators during his career.
Uncle Dick, I’m sorry for the unholy amount of suffering you had to endure, and I salute you for being a model of rebellion and creative success. Bottoms up!
3 thoughts on “A Veterans Day Toast”
I’ll drink a toast to your relatives… they seem a lot less callow than mine.
your uncle sounds awesome. you should post some of his photography!
Please add me to the list saluting your uncle Richard.
And if god hadn’t meant people top use their middle finger, he wouldn’t have provided one.