Laughin' with The Troops!
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(A lesson in personal humility)
From Subic Bay in the Philippines, to a 2,000 seat arena on the Island of Diego Garcia in the Pacific Ocean, when I have been onstage doing comedy shows for our Armed Forces, I've known I had two things in common with them: the first was we were all proud Americans, the second was this far away, we all missed home!
Historically, the two most popular overseas shows have always been the incomparable Bob Hope, and The Cowboy Cheerleader's tour. Mr. Hope's trips made generation after generation of Americans feel remembered and appreciated. The Dallas Cheerleaders always renewed memories of what is so unique and fun about our homeland.
USO performers rarely receive pay. In fact, we pay for most of our food and housing, but it's always a very low military rate. Plus, a per diem check from the local Recreation office covers almost everything. While in I was in
Morale and Recreation officers worldwide actually make these shows happen. Without their attention to the hundreds of little things needing fixing, the performers wouldn't survive the trips. My utmost thanks to these energetic individuals who don't get thanked enough for their effort! My special thanks to the Morale Officer who helped me find the same tailor in
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Just a word about mission, theirs and mine: It makes no difference if one's mission and orders are popular, or not. When in the service of your country, you follow your orders, and you complete your mission. That's the job they signed up for, that's the job they'll finish. The same goes for the performers. We do our job. We finish our mission.
I found that doing my job was difficult enough with all the travel and pressure of being dependably funny at times of the day I'd never done shows. (9am, Noon, and 5pm on an aircraft carrier.) The military doesn't want to hear about comedy being funnier after dark. But, I wasn't risking my life and my limbs, as our soldiers do. I wondered where they got the strength to do what they had to do.
I admit its fun being a standup comic. Now that I think I know what I'm doing onstage, it's also pretty easy. But, I'm just some goofy guy. I'm white on top, (hair) red on the bottom, (shoes) and funny in the middle. I felt quite insignificant when I stood alongside our men and women in uniform. Those Americans are busting a gut to do a real job,
Day after stinking day, our servicemen and women, stand tall overseas. It's only fitting they should receive a few visits from entertainers thanking them for all of their sacrifices. Wherever they are dispatched, our citizen soldiers take a parcel of our shared American experiences with them, and hold it close. I will always hold these memories just as close. It's a honor and privilege to laugh with them all.
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