“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds,” is the unofficial motto of the US Postal Service. But was I getting mail during the blizzard? Noooo. Now don’t get me wrong. I love the postal service. I have been to museums across the globe devoted solely to the art of the letter and those who mail it. I skipped the Louvre last time I was in Paris to hit the Musée de la Poste. But sadly, they did not live up to their mighty slogan during the snowpocalypse. But you know who did? The mighty men of the Old Guard, that’s the 3rd US Infantry Regiment for you civilians.
They are the only unit in all the U.S. Armed Forces authorized, by act of Congress, to march with fixed bayonets in public parade. This fab honor is of course due to their courageous bayonet charge in the Battle of Cerro Gordo in the War With Mexico. And in their spare time, they stand guard at Arlington Cemetery in front of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, even during a horrid snow blizzard.
Tonight my friend Amber pointed out to me that they are there 365 days a year, even if the sky were to fall. And so we decided that they certainly deserved our thanks. I mean, all I did during the snowstorm was eat, have sex, eat, and watch testosterone-filled television to inspire sex. I am a sloth, but the Old Guard are heroic. Hats off!