It’s a new blog. I want to write about things that I enjoy or think are interesting or think are funny. I think anyone who stops by might find them as entertaining as I do. I have stories. 20 plus years in the military you’re going to have stories but I can’t think of a one right now. No, wait. I just remembered something my team was tasked to do. Take pictures, lots of pictures. The Photographer did his job and I ended up with 220 pictures Guess how many were used for Special Forces Recruiting?
They were all taken at Fort Bragg on one of the many DZ’s over the course of two days, one outside, one inside. The one above is just one of many that look almost exactly the same. But, we didn’t complain we could have been out picking up someone else’s brass off some range. Yes, that right during the annual post clean up even we had to do stupid shit. Anyway, pictures.
The process was exactly as you might imagine. Move here. Face this way. Now turn that way. Act natural, like you’re patrolling. Sunglasses on. Sunglasses off. Everything sent off real smooth. The Photographer was happy with everything. He showed us the big truck some of the pictures would be plastered on. They would be on pamphlets and cards. You name it they would be in the hands of kids nationwide.
AND THEN
The photographer said it’d be a couple of weeks before he had everything edited. When he finished he gave everyone a CD, yes this was a while ago, of all the pictures he took. He was then going to send then to whoever reviews these things and then they’d be out int he world. We’d be famous. Every kid in America interested in the Army would see these pictures and come running begging the recruiter to let them in. But, here where the story takes a twist. It’s the big Army and easy never enters into it. Some High muckity muck said, hey there’s not enough ethnic diversity on that team it doesn’t convey.
THAT’S FAIR
Well technically that was true. It was a bunch of white guys and one black guy on the team. But, I always felt that our wives ethnicity should have been factored in. They were all mostly brown from Thailand, the Philippines, Puerto Rico, you name it. One guy was even married to a Hill Billy form West Virginia. You’d think that would count for something. So how many pictures did the Army use of those 220 photos. You guessed it, zero. You may be wondering the moral of the story. Simple. Taking a bunch of pictures that will never be seen is still better than going out to some range picking up brass can conducting area beautification.