Twenty-three years. That’s how long I have been drawing Broadside cartoons. Navy Times and Marine Corps Times have given me a lot of rope all along, and the military has taken my body shots without a whimper. In all that time, no one has ever told me what to draw.
This was the moment we had waited for our entire lives. Four Bacon boys, all over fifty, were locked and loaded for the first wedding of the new generation. Our nephew was getting married, and we were primed to follow through on a threat that has been in the air for decades.