I’ve had the honor and privilege of wearing a U.S. Navy uniform for a quarter century. During that time I traveled and lived all around the world. That experience has given me firsthand knowledge of the way things are done in other countries, both civilized and third-world countries. That experience allowed me to compare the way they do things and the way we do things.
My first taste of living in a foreign country came when I was assigned to Holy Loch, Scotland, on the USS Holland, repairing fleet ballistic-missile submarines. My family and I lived on the economy in Sandbank, Scotland. Scotland is where I learned that those modern conveniences I had taken for granted were not shared by everybody else in the world. A hundred year-old house in Scotland was still considered ‘new construction’. It was also where I learned manners. My parents taught me manners, so I wasn’t a total obnoxious ‘Ugly American’, but Scots practiced them on a daily basis. When I first walked into one of the local pubs and bellied up to the bar as I was used to doing back home in the States, I said “Gimmie a pint of Lager” and the bartender just stood there. After a few seconds of silence he said “don’t you mean gimmie a pint of Lager Please”? Once I said please, I got my pint of lager, and what started out to be a two-year friendship with the bartender and the locals who frequented the establishment. If you ever find yourself in Dunoon, Scotland, be sure to stop at the ‘Commercial Bar’ on Argyll Street and tell Walter that Frank said “Hi”. Don’t forget to say please. We loved Scotland and still talk about moving back there.
After my tour in Scotland was over, we moved to Gaeta, Italy. I was assigned to the USS Puget Sound, repairing surface ships deployed to the Mediterranean. We again had to live on the local economy. This is where I learned that it was up to me to adapt and assimilate myself into the local society. We immediately started learning to speak Italian because everybody we dealt with spoke Italian, and all the signs were in Italian. I learned enough to get along, but one day the point was really driven home. Every month, I visited my landlord to pay my rent and we would converse about different things, but during one of our conversations I forgot the Italian word for ‘small’. My landlord waited for a second and then said, in perfect English, “Piccolo is the word you’re looking for”. I was shocked and told him “I’ve been coming here for almost three years and you’ve been letting me stumble along with my limited Italian while you speak perfect English”. He looked at me and said “you’re in Italy, you speak Italian”. He was absolutely right! So why do we in the United States, bend over backwards to accommodate foreigners, by printing our signs and official documents in languages other than English? Why give drivers licenses to people who can’t speak English when most road signs are in English
Later in my career I was assigned to the USS LaSalle, 6th Fleet Flagship, home-ported in Bahrain. This was a real eye-opener. First of all, it was a one-year unaccompanied tour. My wife and son were not allowed to accompany me and stayed home in the States. One year may not sound like a long time when you are kicked back enjoying the good life in the US, but a year is a long time when you are living in 130 degree heat and haven’t seen your wife and kid, missed all the holidays, birthdays, anniversaries and your son’s high school graduation. Everything is relative. A minute is not a long time – but it all depends on what side of the bathroom door you’re standing on.
Since Bahrain is a Muslim country, we had to be extremely careful not to offend the locals by inadvertently violating one of their customs. For instance, you never gave anyone anything with your left hand because that was the ‘unclean hand’. The locals have no problems with lines at the local bazaar or Souk, everybody is first – you simply use your elbows and feet to defend your position. But when these same people immigrate to the United States they expect us to allow them to practice their customs while ignoring or changing ours to suit them. Wife beating and honor killings are allowed in their countries and they expect us to conform to ‘Sharia Law’ in ours. So, I ask: If things were so peachy in their country, what the hell are they doing here? Why didn’t they just stay home? Nobody has a “Right” to be in the United States regardless of what Eric “Fast and Furious” Holder says. Why isn’t he in jail? But that’s another story.
The greatness of a country is judged by the number of people who want to get in compared to the number of people who want to get out.
We are letting people into our country whose only goal in life is to kill us. They are raised and taught from the cradle that the United States is the “Great Satan” – so I say again that nobody has a ‘right’ to enter the country. So why are we letting them in?
Note what Barack Hussein Obama says in his own words from his books. In “Audacity of Hope” he states: “I will stand with the Muslims should the political winds shift in an ugly direction.” This quote comes from page 261 of the paperback edition.
Is this is what we have for a leader? Is this what the oath to “Uphold and Defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies foreign and domestic” means? If this is what we have to look forward to, the country is up the proverbial tributary without any known means of propulsion.