Dear America,
This Memorial Day, while other Iraq war vets are remembering their tours and celebrating the commitments they made to their country and the pride of serving, I’m kicking my heels up.
This is the third time this year that I’ve been celebrated, and frankly, I’m sick of the 24-hour party on my behalf.
February was African American History Month so I got my fair share of national holiday attention then.
Fast on its heels was March, Women’s History Month, so thanks to my chromosome arrangements I got lauded yet again.
Now it’s time to celebrate my service to the Army. Gosh, you guys, whoever said being a female African American war veteran was hard hasn’t seen all the BBQ’s I’ve gone to. All the parades I’ve watched on television.
They don’t really understand what they’re celebrating, either. That’s the hardest part. They’re just happy they get time off work. Do you know what your holidays mean?
Sincerely,
Political Correctness’ Worst Nightmare
