For four days, today through Tuesday, Elizabeth II is celebrating her 60th anniversary as Queen. We’ve already seen the celebratory flyover. Today the Queen went to the Epsom Derby. Tomorrow, she will lead up to a thousand boats in the Thames River Pageant. Monday is a huge concert and lighting of beacons across the country. Tuesday will be a service of thanksgiving and another RAF flyover.
I think the Queen is a significant part of the “special relationship” between Great Britain and the United States. She has been there through a dozen each of prime ministers and presidents. She has been there through the Korean War, the Cold War, Operation Desert Storm (Operation Granby for the U.K.), Operation Iraqi Freedom, and Operation Enduring Freedom. Britain allowed our fighters to launch from RAF bases to bomb Libya in 1986. We share military bases on Diego Garcia and Ascension Island. We sell our best weapons to her country first (though she may not thank us for the F-35).
There have been rough spots, like our invasion of Grenada, and some friendly fire incidents in Iraq. Britain did not send troops to Vietnam, instead they had their hands full with the situation in Indonesia and Malaysia in the 1960’s. We’re currently in a rough spot, thanks to President Obama – the recent betrayal of intelligence assets, referring to the Falklands as the Maldives (oops and a snicker), and saying we don’t have a stronger ally than France. Not to mention wincingly bad gift choices and his feet up on the Resolute desk. I hope that a Romney administration can smooth ruffled feathers.
Thank you to Her Majesty’s armed forces who have stood with us in the war on Communism and the war on terror. We remember the British servicemen and women who have fought by our side and paid the ultimate price. Our thoughts and prayers go out to their families.
Stolen from the ONT at Ace of Spades. I like the determined look on her face.
In closing, I’d like to end with a bit of humor from my childhood. This is from a Vaughn Meador-type spoof of the Carter White House by Hans Petersen, a disk jockey from my old stomping ground of Augusta, Georgia. I was going to write the skit from memory, but even better, I found the clip on Youtube.