Well, it was just the other day that I was referencing the rottenness at the core of the French Empire that precipitated its fall.
Now this, from the Navy Times:
When Fort walked into the trash-strewn CIC in the wake of the disaster, he was hit with the acrid smell of urine. He saw kettlebells on the floor and bottles filled with pee. Some radar controls didn’t work and he soon discovered crew members who didn’t know how to use them anyway.
The U.S. Navy is our Empire’s Maginot Line, the defense system the French built to insure there would never be another attack from the east that brought the Germans as close to Paris as they had come in the Great War.
The Maginot Line was deemed invincible, like the U.S. Navy today.
The state of the French Aristocracy, the equivalent of our D.C. Swamp (at which the Pentagon sits in the geographic and psychological center) can be viewed in the pre-war films of Jean Renoir, especially The Rules of the Game, though one could see Le Marseillaise, set in the French Revolution, as a warning masked by historical costume.
Then as now, the Swamp decides.
When soldiers, sailors and marines are set to the task of doing anything other than guarding their homeland or taking and holding ground from a well-defined enemy, the scenes described aboard The Fitzgerald become, as the French would say, de rigueur.
This will be worth remembering when our ships are being sunk by enemies rather than accidents.
Hey, Clarence Jr., Alohe, James, Dennis, Keni. Tell ’em how it was supposed to be….
Hey Eddie. Tell ’em how it is: