What is it about GI Joe that entices little boys with every fiber of their being? My house is full of them. Barbie-sized ones with full paraphernalia, small action-figure sized ones that fit in the Chinook with the jeep in the hatch, some with parachutes that my boys keep throwing out the second floor bathroom window and the DVDs…with women drawn in Marvel Comic fashion with…well, quite endowed. They want fatigues for back-to-school, camouflage underwear and ‘army boots’. Mason had a mohawk for 3 months because that’s what his favorite Joe had…now he’s ‘bald’ because that’s what his new favorite GI has.
Aside… (About the time that Operation Iraqi Freedom started, I started thinking about those medals. How horrible that I had treated something that was earned with sweat and blood in such a careless manner. I was on a mission to recover each and every one. I began a 14 month campaign of calling, emailing, faxing and begging to retrieve what I had lost. In the end I was able to get all but three. Three of the medals had been awarded by the
Is this the root of the GI Joe obsession? Is Joe the embodiment of all those good qualities that enable men to fight for those they have never met, to steel themselves against the things that no one should ever see and to die beside their men?
To all the GI Joes that read this blog –thank you for all you have done, all that you would have done…and for the squeals of delight you give my boys when you salute them as you drive by in your massive canvas covered trucks.