For decades,
most normal people (sorry, BEES) arrived at
Diego Garcia on board Military Airlift Command
flights. In the real early days, they flew
on C-130s from Utapao AB or Bangkok
International in Thailand. After the BEEs
built the long runway, they usually flew in via
Clark AB in the Philippines on C-141s, C-5s, and
"Freedom Birds" (contract airliners).
Depending on the diplomatic situation of the
times, flights sometimes came in via Nairobi or
Mombassa in Kenya, Bahrain, or Singapore.
After the eruption of Mount Pinatubo, which
forced the closure of Clark, and the advent of
routine air-refueling, many arrived via Guam or
Okinawa, or Sigonella, Sicily. Today, MAC
is Air Mobility Command, and I'm really not at
liberty to detail the iteneraries of the flights
to and from our wonderful little Republic...
Of course, you
first had to leave your home station in the
States or another civilized country, and proceed
to one of those exotic jumping off places to
complete your flight to the furthest reaches of
the American Empire.
But, back in the
dark ages, before DG went "co-ed", that meant
you had to have good reasons to leave your loved
ones, your car, your favorite fast-food chains,
and all the other trappings of civilization and
orderly society. Usually, the overriding
reason was that you had a set of orders in your
hand, and ignoring those orders meant years in
one of those other crude locales, like Fort
Leavenworth or Portsmouth Naval Prison...
But the
Department of Defense would rather have you get
on the airplane peacefully, without an armed
escort or in shackles, and so concocted an
elaborate disinformation campaign designed to
convince you that your were on your way to
Paradise Itself!
Part of that
campaign were "Travel Posters" intended to
depict Diego Garcia as a wonderful destination,
populated with the one thing that young U.S.
military men desired above all other things -
Beautiful, available WOMEN!
Little did the
average Joe know, but these travel posters and
postcards were all lies!
And here, gentle
reader, is an example of one of those cruel, sad
jokes...
Note the Hollywood Model, posed
and dressed up to look not just seductive, but
wealthy as well! Who wouldn't get on an
airplane to travel to that island of tropical
splendor, overflowing with women like this?
The PPDRDG believes that this
cruel twisting of reality is right up there with
"Medical Care for Life" on the list of broken
promises the Department of Defense has made to
its service members! We demand
reparations! Specifically, we would like
to be 23 years old again and for the American
government to actually send us to an island
brimming with sunshine, beaches, and beautiful
women. If you agree with this, write your
Senators and Representatives and send them the
message straight and plain: "NO MORE
BROKEN PROMISES... GIVE US THE WOMEN YOU TOLD US
YOU WOULD WHEN WE WERE YOUNG ENOUGH TO ENJOY
THEM!!!"
Write them today!
And take me with
you to the island when you win...