The Korean War is weird because on one hand it was one of those wars not even like Iraq II so much as Afghanistan where it’s not only an unsatisfying result but it doesn’t matter that much cause it turns out to have been pretty peripheral to the American narrative and interests anyway, but on the other it’s like our last great war of large-scale maneuver – more than WWII where we pretend the Battle of the Bulge was even in the same ballpark as any continental army’s land warfare experience, shading more into what people expected of World War III in those pre-ICBM days
And on the third hand we kind of had the WWII mindset (and the broad draftee military fighting it) still around and going and preparing for WWIII, and writing this into the national epic – like, the Korean War was known as “The Forgotten War”, something that I absorbed by osmosis having been born 3 decades afterwards because, unlike the many truly forgotten wars in American history, people remembered it – there was a memorial in my hometown, and representation at civic holiday parades, M*A*S*H may really “have been about” the Vietnam War, but it was set in the actual historic Korean War.
While every force available in the world is searching for the 5 people in the oceangate submersible, a boat filled with mostly Syrian and Pakistani refugees sank under still “unknown” circumstances off the coast of Peloponnisos, Greece (with the coast guard present). More than 600 people drowned but guess which of the two is making headlines
I mean, they will! They were going to already, now you’ve just volunteered that to represent a failure on behalf of your movement. What are we even doing here?
Okay, not only sore from yesterday but wiped by the post-exertionary symptom, in fact I think some of the former is ongoing irritation because the latter makes helper muscles too weak to keep major groups away from rubbing up and inflaming each other.
Even then, I distributed the last of the bark nuggets, finished setting up the weight bench and the plate tree – even if the neurodexterity issues aren’t noticeable at baseline, if I do precise fiddly stuff with my fingers long enough they get enragingly clumsy – and did some planning.
You see the ironic thing is the association with Fortunate Son is probably going to be one of the last things about the Vietnam War to fade from memory.
Like how people remembered “Remember the Alamo!” long after they, in fact, remembered the Alamo.
Do you think Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young’s “Ohio” will last?
I feel like some of the schadenfreude towards these submarine guys comes from finally seeing a rich guy attempt to buy their way to a peak experience fail. You can hire an army of Sherpas to summit Everest, you can pay Musk to go to space, but you can’t vulgarly buy your way to the depths of the ocean.
“Vulgarly” is the key. How else would you do it? Train hard? Work your way up through the normal Abyss Corps? It’s definitionally a logistics challenge.
To which the “legitimate” approach of course is James Cameron, personally involved at the forefront of submersibles, as supported by multiple Oscar-winning and/or highest grossing in history movies specifically drawing on that interest. No one would begrudge him, but then again no one could see him going down on a sub piloted by Xbox controller.
You see the ironic thing is the association with Fortunate Son is probably going to be one of the last things about the Vietnam War to fade from memory.
Like how people remembered “Remember the Alamo!” long after they, in fact, remembered the Alamo.
