“Mama He’s Crazy” is a song released by the Judds 30 years ago. Today we can surely sing “Momma we’re crazy.” At least those bright lights are crazy who have opened the way for women in combat. To paraphrase General Patton, or at least the movie, no one ever preserved their country by making their women die for it. They preserved it by making sure the battle never got to home and hearth.
Really this day was inevitable as is the drafting of women that one day will follow. A brother in the ministry sent me this link to a Wall Street Journal article that addresses women in combat very succinctly.
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424127887323539804578260132111473150.html
I remember in Ranger school (1976) guys going naked from the waste down, still wearing combat boots, as we traveled in the jungle because they had diarrhea so bad. When the porta potties didn’t arrive for my Army Reserve unit in Puerto Rico (1994), many women got dehydrated and not a few passed out. They wouldn’t go in the bushes to pee like the men so, so they weren’t drinking water.
To reference another song on a day that is more fitting for weeping than singing: Who would have thought that instead of singing tongue in cheek, “Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys (1978),” we’d have to be singing in all seriousness, “Parents don’t let you girls grow up to be infrantrymen?”
