“Veterans,” the name of West Point’s sole remaining mule, is due to be retired in the next few days. In keeping with the recent trends emanating from Washington, instead of free medical care and half pay of oats for the rest of his life that all Veterans were promised when they enlisted, Veterans the Mule will be escorted to West Point’s Washington Gate, stripped of his issue saddle and bridle, and given a swift swat on the ass to send him on his way. Not that anyone will care once he’s out of the service, but it is expected that he will live in the Camp Buckner training area, where, if it doesn’t wander into the artillery impact area or get eaten by a bear, Veterans will live out his remaining days scavenging for food, reminiscing with the other forest creatures about his life in the Army, and telling stories about how “The Corps Has” while getting stinking drunk every single day.
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