All I remember about the Gulf War was seeing green night vision of scuds on the TV when we were on holidays at a beach house up the coast.[/quote]
I was senior is High school when the initial bombing happened. The night we started the “shock and awe” campaign I wrestled someone who was dead even in size, strength and skill. At one point, from the bottom of referees’ position I smashed the guy’s nose with my elbow, total accident, and he bled like a stuffed pig but they wouldn’t stop the match. My knee pads were sopping up blood. The ref made a half-assed effort to wipe it up when he could, but most of the mat was slick with blood from the guy. This was in the time just before strict rules came out about handling blood (at least locally) due to AIDs.
The match went into overtimme, and I finally won by a point. That match was more brutal and tiring than any actual fight I have been in before of since. When we got onto the bus the coach, a true old school (even back then) tough SOB, turned on the radio to let everyone hear the announcement and news of the start of the bombing. He had this look of pity for all his boys like he was sure his whole team would be going off to fight another foreign war. It was the only time he ever didn’t look angry.
Sitting on the bus, in my little high school mind, I was absolutely sure the war was going to be a long one (all the media at that time was playing up Iraq’s land war capabilities) and that I’d fighting it out in the dessert in a year or less. I was pretty far off base in my assessment, but it was the first time the world got “real” for me.
As far as general observations, since I am embracing my crusty ole’ man self these days, (re-growing the powerbeard–hipster be damned, which is colored like a badger brush now) I think people in general don’t have the fortitude and guts of people even 25 years ago. I am often amazed at how people will lie to each other simply because neither has the balls to speak or handle the truth. Groupthink seems to rule everything and people with thought out opinions are ignored if they run contrary to the accepted narrative. Kids, say what you mean, mean what you say for everyone’s sake.
Big Mac’s–I couldn’t tell you. Although I have an appetite that know little limits, I’ve never been a big McD’s fan other than their breakfast sandwiches.