Wanna see my Chipmunk, baby?
Blog Guy, you write a lot about military careers, and I could use some advice. I want to be able to wear a whole bunch of medals, to impress the chicks.
So you’re saying you want to see lots of combat and earn medals of honor and valor and purple hearts and stuff?
I don’t wanna see combat at all. I just want a butt-load of medals.
Ah, then move to Britain and serve there. Look at this photo. Prince Charles did five years in their military, and look at the medals and braid and geegaws he has.
Yes! That’s what I’m talking about! What did he have to do for those?
I’m supposed to attract chicks by saying, “Wanna go up in my Nimrod, baby?”
There’s more. He’s also qualified on the Spitfire.
That’s a WWII plane. They stopped making ’em 60 years ago! “Hey, cutie! Wanna come with me to get some Nazis?” I’m not Snoopy, for Lord’s sake!
Hey! You want trinkets all over your uniform, you need to fly some silly planes. I don’t make the rules.
Britain’s Prince Charles and his wife leave after attending a Service of Thanksgiving to commemorate the 100th anniversary of Naval aviation, at St Paul’s Cathedral in London May 8, 2009. REUTERS/ Stefan Wermuth