That sounds sexist, I know. But that is the only way I can excuse the dozen young sailors who spent a couple of hours in a nice restaruant in my home town in Mexico, cussing, insulting the waiters, the women and the entire country of Mexico. They were drunk.
There were two in the group who looked uncomfortable. When I was returning from the bathroom, I stopped one of them and asked him if he felt good about the loud language, the mother fucking this and the mother fucking that that the majority of his companions were screaming in a restaraunt that was filled with 90% American and Canadian tourists, with a bunch of little kids, the insults toward the Mexican waiters and the lewd hooting at Mexican women.
He looked ashamed. He said they had just returned from a tour in the gulf and were just letting off steam. I felt bad. These young men could be your son or mine. There were a couple of TVs on in the bar, one tuned to ESPN and the other to FOX and Bush was on, and they cheered, USA, USA.
I don't really have a point here, it was all sad, on so many levels.
I told the young man that I respect his service and I want him and his buddies to come home soon. He bought me a beer.