"Don't tell Momma I'm a journalist; say I play the piano in a whorehouse."
When you've never been to a real war, much less even *won* a bogus one, I suppose all the bling of babbles and brass serve to distract from that fact. The mere presence of the unadorned one pictured here was sufficient to instill awe in most everyone. Sadly, the former leaves me scrambling for the Pepcid AC®. (Maybe it's just a personal thing.)
forgot to say how MUCH i liked this.