Lindsey Stone of Plymouth, Mass., Has ‘Been Placed on Unpaid Leave Pending the Results of an Internal Investigation’
Posted on | November 20, 2012 | 148 Comments
“This is just us, being the douchebags that we are, challenging authority in general. . . . OBVIOUSLY we meant NO disrespect to people that serve or have served in our military.”
— Lindsey Stone of Plymouth, Massachusetts
Alas, Lindsey, it wasn’t quite as obvious to others as it was to you, eh?
While I hesitate to jump on the dogpile — e.g., the “Fire Lindsey Stone” Facebook page — my sympathy for you is limited by my suspicion that you’re not really sorry about what you did, you’re just sorry that you got caught. And I furthermore suspect that, as you sit home on unpaid leave, having deleted your Facebook page, you’re sulking in self-pity about how unfair it is and how mean these people are being to you.
“I can understand why veterans would be all upset over this,” says Edward LeBlanc who was in the Air Force for 20 years and served two tours in Vietnam.
Understatement of the year, sir. Perhaps you could explain to Lindsey, the daughter of Peter and Jeanne Stone of Plymouth, Mass., why the sign at the Tomb of the Unknowns asks for “silence and respect,” and why nobody’s laughing at her “clever” Facebook photo. Let me give it a try.
My childhood friend Dave brought his family to visit us a few years ago, and we all took a trip together down to Washington, D.C.
Dave was especially eager to visit Arlington National Cemetery. You see, Dave used to be a Scoutmaster and one of his former Scouts had grown up and joined the Army. This young man, whom Dave had taught in his troop all the way up to the rank of Eagle Scout — no small honor, that — had been selected by the Army for the even higher honor of Sentinel at the Tomb of the Unknowns.
So we went there and watched as this young Sentinel stood his watch, then saw the Changing of the Guard, and afterwards went to the quarters and talked with this soldier, Dave’s former Eagle Scout.
Y’know, old Dave was so proud, he cried.
Thinking back to that day, I also think of my late father, who had a deep scar on his neck from a piece of German shrapnel that came this close to killing him. “You got a million dollar wound, Mack,” the medic told him — bad enough he’d never have to go into combat again, but not so bad that he would be permanently crippled.
A lot of guys weren’t so lucky. And the unluckiest of all were mangled so badly that their remains couldn’t even be identified. These are the men who are buried at the Tomb of the Unknowns.
They gave “the last full measure of devotion,” and all we are asked to give them in return are “silence and respect.” Too much to ask? I think not.
You’re really feeling sorry for yourself, aren’t you, Lindsey? You think this is all about you, because you are selfish, and can’t think of the widows and orphans and bereaved parents of troops who died in their country’s service, and whose sacrifice you disrespected because you’re so smart and funny, “challenging authority generally.”
“I gotta be me, as the douchebag credo goes.”
— Ace of Spades
Really, Lindsey, it was unfair and mean of Ace to make fun of your arm fat. Because there are people with fat arms I actually like, and I wouldn’t want them to be offended. You, on the other hand . . .
Like I said, Lindsey, it’s not my instinct to dogpile someone, to kick them when they’re down and laugh at their shame. I’ve done lots of stupid, embarrassing things in my life, so I tend to empathize with people who find themselves on the receiving end of public humiliation.
“Fire Lindsey Stone“? Yeah, they probably will, but I’ll take no joy in it, even knowing that you probably voted for Obama, you dumb bitch.
What will you do after they fire you, Lindsey Stone of Plymouth, Mass.? Maybe you should consider joining the Army. Maybe the Army would teach you a thing or two about respect. And maybe you’ll get mangled so badly they won’t be able to identify your remains.
Also, like Ace said, “a push-up wouldn’t kill ya.”