So there I am at a celebration of our veterans in November, and I found myself very conflicted.
Am I the rare guy who finds himself in the middle of a new-age movement where film captures all key events, or am I the rare guy who isn’t using really big screens to record the latest goings on with their loved ones?
It was very distracting.
As we sang about the “Halls of Montezuma,” I wondered if those sacred halls could take a shattering of the latest Apple phone screen.
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Before we went into the wild blue yonder, would it offend any servicemen if I took an electronic gadget and smashed it to smithereens in front of them?
That was what I was reduced to.
I really wanted to honor those who proudly have served this great nation, but I found myself ready to shove a bayonet in the stomach of those who were making like Ernie Pyle and reporting on the war. Problem was, there was no reporting going on: it was all about filming a child or grandchild and their latest accolade.
I get that. We want to capture in history anything that our loved ones are doing.
What I don’t get is how we think that filming our loved ones trumps that of the people behind us.
Imagine if we all took our huge iPads and our ever-expanding iPhone screens and tried to record what was in front of us? We would have a great front-row seat to possibly something special.
On the flip side, we’d have several rows behind getting blocked out of view.
I wasn’t in the front row, so I was one of the unfortunate having a huge screen block my view to my loved one.
But isn’t that what we’ve been reduced to? We’d like to think that we defer to others, but we really don’t, do we? We don’t wonder if the person behind us can see, we push ahead knowing we can see.
And that’s all that matters.
I suffered behind a mother and a father both taping the same event that day, as if they needed backup footage in case one was compromised.
Veterans fought for our freedoms, and as much as it pains me, one of those freedoms is being able to be a buffoon in public. I just hope that the freedom to be rid of rude behavior isn’t getting ignored.
Ah, who am kidding – I’m sure it is.
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