Irma S. Chambers

Irma and Sergeant Chambers: October 2007
Irma and husband, SSgt Christopher Chambers: October 2007

Irma’s maiden name is Sauceda and she was known as “Hot Sauce” because she is an American of Mexican descent, and because no one could pronounce her last name. Her Army buddies took the DA off her name, thereby shortening it to “Sauce”.

A member of the US Army until 1994, Irma was assigned to the HHC 1st Calvary Division out of Fort Hood, TX. She served with that unit until she ETS’d out of the Army. Her service included a tour of duty in Saudi Arabia during Operation Desert Storm.

Irma lives in Caldwell, Idaho with her husband who is a member of the Idaho National Guard. She IS the author of the well known inspirational story; A Lesson For My Son (commonly renamed Don’t Close the Blinds in its propagation over the internet).

Webmaster’s Note: I am in personal contact with Ms Chambers and would be pleased to pass any message or email on to her, particularly any request for permission to use her writings. Such permission is required under International Copyright Laws and should not be assumed or taken for granted!

Anthony W. Pahl OAM
IWVPA Webmaster and Literary Editor
November 6, 2007


I was watching the news about the elections when the issue of what Obama told a plumber named Joe came up.

My nine year old daughter watched the news with interest but confused at why the commentators were arguing and fighting over the comment, “Spread the wealth.” She turned to me and asked me, “Mommy, what does spread the wealth mean?”

“Let’s see how do I explain this to you so you will understand?” I thought out loud.

“Halloween is this weekend right?” I asked her

She nodded.

“OK, let’s say that you get all dressed up for Halloween and you go walking door to door trick or treating all night long. It’s cold outside and your nose starts to run but you keep going because you know that you have to knock on allot of doors to get allot of candy. Your feet start to hurt and your ears and hands are freezing because you forgot your hat and gloves they would not look good with your costume anyways.”

My daughter laughs.

A few hours later you have about five pounds of candy. You are so excited to go home and dump the bag of goodies on the floor and go through it and pick out your favorite candy.

My daughter nods her head in agreement.

“Your proud of yourself because YOU earned all that candy all by yourself. Right?”

“Right!” My daughter agrees happily with me.

“Well, let’s say that your brother and all his friends are waiting for you to get home with all your candy.”

“Why?” asks my daughter with a hint of knowing dread in her voice

“Why? Well because they know that you went trick or treating and they want candy too. They feel that because it’s Halloween they deserve some candy too, so they are waiting for you to give them yours.” I said.

“Oh, Mommy, I’d give some of my candy with my brother and his friends, that’s OK, you say that I’m supposed to share right?”

“How would you share?” I asked

“I’d let my brother and his friends pick a few pieces of candy after I picked my favorites first.” She said all proud of herself.

“Why would you pick first?” I challenged

“Mommy, I was the one who went trick or treating for it, so I should pick first.” she said as if that were a non-brainer.

“Well what if I told you that they don’t want you to pick first. They want you to split all of your candy equally with them all.”

“That’s not fair!!! MOMMY!!!” she said wide eyed

“Why?” I challenged again

“Mommy!!! It’s not fair why should I split all of my candy equally with them? I was the one who went out in the cold and went door to door, I basically worked for it – they didn’t!!!!” she said, near tears

“But they feel that they deserve some of your candy because you have soooo much of it” I said.

“It’s not fair mommy, if they wanted allot of candy then they should of went trick or treating too.” she said.

“Why should they? They want you to spread your wealth because they think it’s not fair that you have so much candy and they don’t.” I said.

“Daddy worked real hard to get a good paying job.” I said.

“I know he went to college so he could fix airplanes.” my daughter said, proud of her daddy.

“Well, Obama, wants to take more money out of Daddy’s pay check because Obama thinks Daddy earns too much money and Obama thinks that Daddy needs to share his money with those who don’t make as much as Daddy makes; kinda like the example I gave you with the candy.” I said.

“That’s wrong! Mommy!! I don’t like him, he’s not fair!!! I don’t want him to be our President!” she exclaimed.

“Neither do I baby, neither do I… ” I said.