To Enter the Fight - Day 6

With our country fighting a war on two fronts, how could we not give ink to support our troops? During WWII, the small valley in which I call home, exported thousands of horses to be used in the war effort. So many years prior to the war at hand, quarter masters, propaganda writers, and the over-all war machine were aware and careful with our country's admiration of it's horses. For they labeled these train loads of broom tailed horses, leaving Idaho, as remount horses. With careful research, it's not hard to find, that these horses could not be remount horses, for they were never mounted in the first place, or for that matter, they were not even halter broke. Instead, they provided our courageous men in uniform with, what was know as, S.O.S. or in lay terms...chipped beef on toast. Once again propaganda was labeling to fit the cause, perhaps, this was one of the building blocks, to an eventual non-horse eating society. Let's look at a man, with a brown suit and tie, in an office in Washington, raised on cleaned, bleached, pre-packaged meats, never having put an axe to the head of a chicken. Making decisions for our boys in the trenches. I can hear him now," We don't want those Nebraskan plow boys, busy with the fight, worried, that we are slaughtering Bess and Dan, their trusty plow horses back on the home front." When in fact there are many stories, of old French cart horses, catching lead from an M1Grand in the forehead, to provide a platoon meal, while the battle raged. It makes me wonder, if some of our boys returning from the present theater of action, will be able to testify of the taste and texture of camel. OUR BOYS, bled and died for FREEDOM, one of those freedoms, which is being taken back by, so-called, animal loving, animal activists, is the right to use our God given canine teeth. Start with the horses, next is the cow, salmon, chicken, ect. ect.