It's sundown Friday night. We made our way to the Marine Barracks in the SE district of D.C. to watch the retiring of the colors. The 13-year-old wants to be a Marine. As we waited in a line approximately 100 people deep, a tall, dark Marine in full uniform approaches us. He hands us four tickets and sends us straight to Gate 8, where another Marine shows the four of us to our seats. There was a Marine in the sky watching down on us that night and knowing that if this child didn't get into the barracks to see the ceremony, he would have made our lives hell for the rest of the trip.
There we were, in one of the most pristine places on Earth, surrounded by Marines. The feeling was overwhelming. Indescribable, really. The Marines began their march to the lawn.
That's when my feeling of pride and loyalty turned to rage and disgust. The man in front of me was chowing down on his bean burrito, wiping his hands on his chair and text messaging on his cell phone.
Picture it, please: The Marines. Marching. Guns. Full military parade with the Marine band playing in the background. Disgusting man munching his bean burrito. It's disgusting... and then it got worse.
As if this asshole had absolutely no respect for our military, he proceeds to take out his MacBook, film a one-minute scene of the ceremony and then...
wait for it...
...starts moving around in his chair to find a WIRELESS CONNECTION so he can upload this video to You Tube while the retiring of the colors is going on. How do I know all this? Because he's sitting right in front of me and I'm witnessing this incredibly disgraceful display happen. Here is the asshole's photograph mid-email. People should be ashamed of themselves.
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