JOINT BASE MCGUIRE-DIX-LAKEHURST, N.J. -- On the small town playground of my childhood, the comeback quip of last resort after being physically or verbally pummeled was "well, your momma wears combat boots."
It was the juvenile equivalent of today's profane four-letter bombs, but with bigger consequences. If used, the surrounding crowd within earshot would in unison let out an "aahhh, you're going to get it."
Not many dared to use this double whammy epithet. First, after a rough and tumble fight, most didn't have the chutzpa to disparage someone's mother. Even the schoolyard bully recognized this was not polite. By doing so, the user might get pummeled further and would probably get a mouth washing with a bar a soap when he got home.
Second, to ascribe warrior status to a real woman was something really unheard of too. After all, in most boys' eyes in my hometown, mothers and grandmothers were doting, white pearl- and sensible shoe-wearing pecan pie bakers, certainly not warriors.
The only combat boot-wearing women my pre-pubescent friends knew and possibly admired, were Hippolyta and Wonder Woman. The former was the warrior queen in Greek mythology whose magical belt was recovered by the uber-man and demigod Hercules during his 12 labors.
The latter woman-warrior was equally as proficient in hand-to-hand combat and was known to fight for just causes. For example, she joined other comic-book heroes in the Justice League to help defeat the Axis powers.
Both Hippolyta and Wonder Woman were Amazons. Both were fictional. Therefore, both were considered okay by my friends.
I always found my buddies' youthful prohibition against real women wearing combat boots in stark contrast to my hometown's and my families' real history.
Ignorance is powerful, but education is even more so.
Women in my hometown were more than just pecan pie bakers. Since colonial times, they were leaders and advocates, confronting wars and difficult issues head on. In 1774, a group of 51 women vowed to give up tea and boycott other British products in response to new taxes levied by parliament.
At their tea party, these North Carolina women resolved to stand firm in their efforts "until such time that all acts which tend to enslave our native country shall be repealed." They bravely signed a well-reasoned and well-structured document for the crown to see, choosing not to hide behind Indian costumes as others had done at the more famous Boston Tea Party.
In doing so, these women created the first instance of organized political action by women in the colonies. They didn't stop there.
While not serving directly on the battlefield, many played key roles supporting the War for Independence. The same was true throughout the colonies. But in some places, though, women were on the frontlines at gun emplacements, reloading canons and muskets, or tending the wounded.
Bravery didn't die with those women. It continued generation after generation in both political activism and in combat. In reality, they were wearing combat boots even if not formally acknowledged.
It's possible some of the women in my family were involved in early American conflicts, but sadly that history is lost. I do, however, know and relish the service of recent family members.
My great aunt wore combat boots in World War II Europe. She earned a Bronze Star long before women were officially allowed to serve in combat. Later she transferred from the Army to the Air Force when the new air-centric service was founded. At her retirement, she was chief of her medical corps and the senior ranking woman in the Air Force.
My mother wore her combat boots in the Cold War, working hard to provide top-flight medical care to injured servicemen and women, sometimes in really austere conditions.
Unfortunately, she served when women had to be discharged when they became pregnant. If allowed to serve longer, I'm sure she would have had as equally a distinguished career as my aunt.
Finally, my wife wore her combat boots in the air above and on the ground in the jungles of Central America, the deserts of Southwest Asia and in other places which can't be mentioned.
She ended her career as an instructor at Air University helping the next generation of leaders understand the history of airpower and ponder its future applications.
Three combat boot-wearing women from three generations worked hard to defend and strengthen our country. As we like to say in our family, not all women wear pearls and sensible shoes to work, some wear dog tags and combat boots.
Just as I tell the stories of the women warriors in my family, I encourage you to tell the stories about yours, especially to your children and grandchildren. They will cherish them.
Every day women in our country put on combat boots and serve in the air, on the ground and on the seas. While we may define and re-define what it means to serve in combat, make no mistake, women have always served in harm's way. The war today clearly demonstrates the vulnerability of all of us and the evolving nature of warfare. We couldn't fight it as well as we have without the contributions of our women warriors.
Other women may not have formally served in the military, but nonetheless were not afraid to stand up to fight against injustice. Without their service, we would not have gained our independence, defeated tyranny in many wars, built the weapons of war and protected our homeland. Their stories are worth re-telling too so future generations can become just as resolute to support just causes.
Throughout the year, tell the stories of women warriors and political activists, but tell them even more loudly during Women's History Month. Let's be proud to say on the playground of adulthood, "well, my momma wore combat boots."
I know I am.