#memorial day

There is 0 reason for American adults not to have a summer break. I can only say this with a full throat so loud, but other countries have policies and laws that give adults summertime.

It is not a joke to say France is kind of shutdown for August. There are over a dozen countries that have enough mandatory, legally required leave available to take an entire month off, or more. PLUS mandatory PAID holidays.

It's Brazil and Russia (ooh scary BRIC countries outgrowing the US and coming for us). India AND China give up to 2 weeks mandatory vacation leave, plus sick leave on top.

It's Afghanistan (20 days). It's Angola (22). It's Argentina(25) and Armenia (25) and Australia (20). It's Cambodia (technically unlimited; you can eventually get 15 or 17 days per month vacation).

That us on top of mandatory PAID public holidays. Cambodia can somehow manage 27 mandatory paid holidays plus upwards of 18 vacation days per year and going up from there, and we in the US can't even manage mandatory paid holidays.

We don't even get paid on Christmas and Memorial Day. And even trying to convince some people, let alone politicians, that everyone should get paid on Christmas is unfair to compare to pulling teeth.

Please. Please. I want to have a better life. I want you to have a better life.

This Memorial Day, as we honor the brave who gave everything for our freedom, let’s remember: True leadership means never leaving our troops in harm’s way without the tools and resolve to win. From Grenada to Bosnia to the Middle East, I’ve seen it firsthand.

In a dangerous world with real threats like Iran, we must back our military 100% and reject the reckless disregard of the past.

God bless our fallen, our veterans, and the United States of America! As you fire up the grill next weekend, put the beer on ice, busting out your best burgers or steaks, please remember why we honor Memorial Day. I’m remembering several friends and colleagues. Today, I remember my friend, Mike Hodge.

My roommate and best friend, Mike was also an Air Force pilot. We met in C-141 initial pilot qualification in Altus, OK, and decided to rent an apartment together in downtown Charleston, SC. Two single guys, living in a cottage on one of the Antebellum homes South of Broad, flying around the world, and enjoying our bachelor lives. We’d walk to the Market area of Charleston, have a few drinks, and chat up the College of Charleston girls. It was an awesome life.

Mike died on takeoff from Sigonella, NAS in Sicily. He was flying a Navy mission to Nairobi, Kenya. On takeoff, they shelled an engine. The shrapnel penetrated the airframe and set pallets of hazardous cargo on fire. The pilots donned their oxygen masks but it was too late. They tried to execute an immediate return to the runway and were halfway through their turn. The fumes from the burning cargo overcame them. They never completed the turn and hit a mountain side. Everybody perished.

I received a call from our wing commander and walked across our apartment complex to inform his girlfriend. They’d just become engaged. Mike was dead. And then, I told his parents, who lived in nearby Columbia, SC. The most sorrowful moment of my long career.

A few weeks later, I flew to escort Mike’s remains to his internment in the national cemetery in Beaufort, SC. I presented the flag to his mother on behalf of a grateful nation.

I’ll be pouring one out for Mike. Til Valhalla, Mike.

What’s one way you’re honoring service this weekend? 🇺🇸

#MemorialDay #Veterans #USA

Anyone want to help me with some yardwork?