Saturday, June 25, 2005

Life At Sea

This turned out to be a long post, but if you'd like a "flavor" of what it's like working aboard a Navy ship, get something to drink, and make sure your chair is comfortable, and you won't be interupted for about 20 minutes, and you'll find out from some of those who have been there, the little things that define the moment to moment realities of this lifestyle. Yankee Sailor is becoming quite a good read, with a daily "read log" posting, a great summary of news. I commented on one of his posts, where he described a watch rotation, which was very different from what I was familiar with for 24 years. I knew watches on a ship as: Written as, Actually Stood, Called: 0000-0400, 2345-0345, Mid Watch 0400-0800, 0345-0700, Morning 0800-1200, 0700-1145, Forenoon 1200-1600, 1145-1545, Afternoon 1600-1800, 1545-1745, 1st "Dog" 1800-2000, 1745-1945, 2nd "Dog" 2000-0000, 1945-2345, Evening This schedule is pretty much as "old as the sea" and goes back to the British Navy, and I'm sure well before that. The watches were marked by a bell being rung every 30 minutes (yes, in the days before we all had watches), with each bell representing 30 minutes, so a watch was 8 bells long. The bells are sounded in a pattern of pairs, and I'm sure this remark will make you recall the backround of the bells ringing in all those navy documentaries and movies. Sometimes, usually when you only had two shifts of people, it wasn't uncommon to shift to 6 hour watches, beginning at midnight. The new watch rotation I wonder about. Since Yankee Sailor is on a "Big Deck Gator," and the aviation influence abounds, it might be something unique to that type of ship's culture. We all are aware some of our brown shoe brethren have a fondness for doing it differently to show they are "different." What's most humorous in this is that in the link above, another SWO guy, Cdr Salamander posted this comment, as a short testimonial to the realities of the watchstanding life. It's far funnier if you have found yourself in the similar thoughts/situations, and I'll vouch for the accuracy of his report (any notes I put in here are in "[]" for clarification):
Ahhhh.... 2200-0300: Watch 0330: Headbreak if needed or not["head" = bathroom] 0345: Rack 0-something too bleary-eyed to see: Revelry [Reveille]. Close eyes. +15 minutes: needle gun [meaning someone is chipping paint with an air powered tool, that has a bunch of little rods that hammer the paint free of the metal, and yes, the metal structure is quite efficient at transmitting this noise with full fidelity and volume, far better than air, to be precise - envision LOUD and without rhythm - making sleep impossible, unless you are about 2 minutes from dead]. Feeling of hopelessness. 0715: Stale corn flakes, milk, coffee. 0730: Coffee, need smoke. 0740: Feel bad for the folks waiting in line at the Enlisted smoking sponson [smokers are banned to the far corners of the vessel in designated areas, on the "weather" (outside) decks. Sponson is a blister type thing sticking off the side of the basic hull form of the ship, where they mount weapons and extra electronics stuff, out of the way of aircraft decks] 0750: Working on third smoke. Think about buying more Cuban cigars. More professional. 0755: Don't give a damn about professionalism right now. Lighter busted and just spilled your last bit of coffee. 0810: Some guy from the TACRON [Tactical Air Control Squadron - people who make sure the close air support from the ships is properly integrated into the battle - if not doing this, they have little to do besides be in the way, from a SWO's perspective, since they don't help make the ship go]is bitching about his career [we all like to do this, conversations usually begin with some reference to questionable lineage of the "detailer" who is "working" for us - topic of completely separate series of posts]. Starting to get another headache. Need more coffee. Leave sponson. 0815: Nail head on overhead [ceiling] valve [these things are all over the place on the bulkheads (walls) and overheads and decks] on the 02 Deck right after you remember your 0800 meeting. 0820: Try to look alert as you walk in to your meeting late. The boss shows up at 0822. You try to look like you have been there the whole time. Don't notice he keeps looking at that big red spot on forehead. You think he is trying to catch you falling asleep [and you thought only GTMO detainees suffered from sleep deprivation]. 0935: Remind yourself to shoot whoever decided to make RM into IT [CDR S, if you're reading this - I helped. Are you wearing an "E" on your pistol ribbon?]. Your Outlook Personal Folders are hosed again [I never had this luxury. Paperwork with cellulouse fibers was king - the real deal]. 1010: You realize you have been talking to your Chief for the last 20 minutes with your fly open [in "the OLD Navy" not too much cause for alarm - it was all guys, at worst a cause for a nickname or "callsign" for you to be referred to as that wouldn't be permitted in polite company; in the "New Navy" possible courts-martial for exposing yourself]: at the same time you notice that everyone can see the goofy underwear your wife bought you. You have been wearing them for the last 3 days. Don't care [the laundry cycle, planned with military precision many times was anything but regular]. 1115: Manage to make it back to your room. Look at the rack. Think about lunch. Needle gun goes off again. Curse. Leave your room listening to your bunkmate snoring [roomie is taking a "nooner" - term for the nap you grab after you slam down lunch, sometimes even when you cheated and ate with the on going watchstanders, to avoid small talk and the XO running the list of things to get done while you tried to eat, so you could get about a full hour in the bag before "Turn to" was passed at 1300]. Go back to smoking sponson. The head nearest is secured. You get to the head port forward and realize you left your smokes in your room. Get to room realize your zipper is open again. It’s quiet. You look at rack. Needle gun starts again. Feeling of hopelessness. Grab smokes. 1230: Your "buttphone" goes off [must be one of those fancy FRS like systems so your boss can tag you anywhere on the ship. I know we had walkie talkies for the deck guys and then for damage control we sometimes used like this, but that was before the cell phone era]. The boss wants to know why you missed the 1200 Human Capital Strategy brief. You mumble something about TQL [AHHHH..Thank you Adm Kelso and Dr Deming for such a wonderful gift that keeps on giving!] and make your way to frame 49 [ships have a method of labeling places by using references to the ship's structure, e.g. 49-02-0-L would be the "room" called a "space," with it's forward bulkhead at the 49th frame of the hull, on the second deck above the main deck, being set on the centerline of the ship and it is a berthing (living) space. This system helps for finding your way around during routine and emergency times, sure as when you hear "FIRE, FIRE, FIRE, Class BRAVO Fire in Compartment 130-5-0-M."] 1232: You walk into the boss’s office to discuss other non-HCS [human capital strategy, I'm guessing - what a "girly man" way of saying personnal issues] issues and realize you still have a pack of smokes in your hand. Boss asks how you’re doing. "Heck, I can go 40+ hours without sleep..." 1250: Buttphone goes off again. Your Chief reminds you of the stack of evals [enlisted people's performance reports] waiting for you and needs to talk about the urinalysis results with you. Rinse-Repeat. CDR Salamander
While there is a degree of humor mixed with the reality CDR Salamander presented above, it's a story of a hard profession. Here is a account written by a Neptunus Lex describing the life of an enlisted sailor, and it is exceptionally well detailed with those things that define the environment for our service members at sea. I need not comment on it further, as the Captain writes it well enough that all can comprehend it. Please take the time to read it an know what those young men and women face, on any Navy vessel that leaves port in defense of this country, wheter it is a sub, aircraft carrier, oiler or destroyer. Here's the teaser:
"A day in the life aboard an aircraft carrier at sea. 0330 – the alarm goes off in a coffin rack in the Ops berthing. A hand gropes in the darkness behind the rack curtains to silence the alarm. The curtains serve as a demarcation line – they mark this space as the owners. This space is his only privacy, the only thing that is truly his own in a berthing area shared with 100 other men, themselves stacked in bunk beds three high, arrayed in cells that fade into the greater darkness."
Much has been written about the living condtions of our Army and Marine counterparts "on the beach," which help us understand what they deal with, but Neptunus Lex will introduce you to the life of those who make it possible for the F/A-18s to be lurking overhead to deliverprecisely guided ordnance on the bad guys, when the call goes out for air support. These people face a degree of danger themsleves, not from hostile fire, but incredibly complex machinery, which, when it fails, generally takes out peple and equipment on a large scale. Thank you, the GreyHawk Team, for Open Posts. I'm close to the 10,000th visitor to my blog now, and most of the hits have come because of the graciousness of the founders of the MilBloggers Web Ring!

Friday, June 24, 2005

Why Didn't We Attack Saudi Arabia?

The answer is simple and complex, but this irrational question, which is usually made as a statement is just plain...ignorant to the core. What people fail to grasp, is that this is a war unlike any other in modern history. In the international arena, war is conducted between sovereign nations. While most of the 9/11 attackers were Saudis, they were not wearing, nor were they a part of the established military of the Kingdom. Really basic, for in the context of interantional law, they were doing nothing more than if a bunch of plain old US citizens went to some country and blew some stuff up. They are criminals and subject to the laws of the country in which they committed their crimes. Being Americans alone does not then give the attacked nation the right to declare war on the US and head our way. This, of course, does not satisfy these people, for they are going "tilt!, Tilt!" since we are engaged in fighting in Iraq. This is where you have to remind them of history (the real stuff, to include even the MSM reports of 2002, and not the twisted things of the MSM's current reporting) on how Saddam had WMDs, the UN told him they had to go, then he still refused, so we suited up, on the assumption that the UN meant what they said, and then the UN lost their courage (they needed Dan Rather to get them motivated). Simple analysis for the moment. More ideas stored on my cell email (as a handy voice recorder) of other topics to come....

GTMO Exercise plan

Bad news. I fear we are harming the "detainees" in GTMO Camp X-Ray. It seems they have put on an average of 18 ponds during their torture. Here's the scary part: Will they come back and sue the US Govenrment in civil court for clogging their arteries with the stuff we eat, which will cause them to suffer from heart disease? I was posting a comment elsewhere and it occured to me we have taken away their main source of exercise: Dodging JDAMs raining down from above. What an exercise program we made for those trying to kill us. Think of the cadio workout you get, when you are roused from sound sleep (on the floor of your cave) to run like crazy from the sound of impacting 250, 500 and 750 (and possibly 1000)lb MK 80 series bombs rigged with GPS guidance systems. That surely has to keep the arteries clear of any plaque build up. We can't really offer and easy alternative for this form of exercise, because the people on Puerto Rico got enough support to close down the range at AFWTF on Vieques Island. That's reasonably close to GTMO, yet still is OUTCONUS. We could have shuttled the "detainees" over about once a week, or all the time when a carrier battle group was working up for cruise. The "detainess" could have the run of the island during these fleet exercises, and have plenty of practice for this new skill set. The best part for the "detainees" is they wouldn't have to sign any long term contracts, wondering how soon before the Government would sell the "exercise area" and sell it to competitors, and reopen it under a new name, and demand new membership. No fees either. We would just be nice to not bill them for each month. Just call it a gift from the American (compassionate) taxpayer... The next closer spot may be Avon Park near central FLorida, but then we'd have the ACLU trying to kidnap the helpless detainees.....

In the Market for Land Walker?

Ever think it would be cool to be the first one in your neighborhood to have a land walker? Jus think, you cold get out and get real exercise instead of sitting in front of a computer playing Mech Warrior... Chase this link and get out your check book!

They Understand it Not At All, Or Too Well

Vietnam, a word burned into our collective memory, even for those who were not old enough to experieince it. The name of that far away country conjures up powerful demons.... I sit back and watch the current lines of "debate" and it occurs to me that the liberals of our country either know nothing of what they are doing, or are "dumb like a fox." The "demands" are growing for us to withdraw from Iraq. In daily conversations, I have been asked by friends "how much longer should we be there?" with the issue of "we need to set a deadline" hanging in the air so thick you can cut it with a knife. I take to expalining we should be there as long as it takes and then launch into the discussion regarding how you never tell your enemy when you're leaving, for they merely get deeper in their foxholes, knowing they will soon be able to proceed on their mission with impunity. Somehow, I don't think they want to hear that. So they call for a pull out, most likely figuring that we can just deposit a bunch of munitions and arms, and supplies for the fledging Iraqi Army and Police and run, ala "Vietnamization." Possibly good idea, but the timing they ask for makes for bad execution. Sort of like pulling all the teachers out of elementeary schools, and telling the kids "hey, you're on your own now, but never fear, there are books in the library and food in the cafeteria. Do great things." Now, this being the set up, I look at the situation like this: 1) Either they recall the circumstances that prevailed at completion of Vietnamization, and are counting on the same thing to happen here (Failure) OR 2) They are completely clueless about what the likely outcome of their demands may produce. If we leave now, or announce a timeline that has a terminal date, we are bound to meet with more failure. I would be cynical to believe that the liberals are purposely after this course of action because they need to find a way to allow the time to pass and show a massive failure, as the Sunnis and Baathists return to take control. This would tube the President for the remainder of his time in office, and damage the next Republican to make the run for the Oval Office. I'm more likely to concede that the libals are doing this completely unconsciously. It fits their "MO" like a glove. Besides, the accepting that this would have been planned indicates there is someone with an ability to think strategically in the DNC, but that seems like a long shot. We should go when the Iraqi government is able to stand enough to show they can take care of themselves, and not a moment sooner.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Just a Little Humor

Big Boys does it again... Video clip of a guy on a garbage truck trying to pick up a lady...watch it all...and don't be drinking anything.. Check later tonight for my idle thoughts on the Liberals understanding of history...

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

"Excuse Me, But I Think I See Your Hypocricy Showing..."

BFOs...I just had one about the end of the work day. That's a "blinding flash of the obvious." Just to toss a little more fuel on the Dick Durban fire, but I think it's legit. What used to be the wonderful slogan the Democrats held up in our faces during the 2004 campaign and many times since then? Yep, it came back to me today... "We don't support the war, but we support "OUR" troops." HHHHmmmmmmm...I think it was merely slick campaigning, grasping for a few more votes that drove that line of their two faced antics. First off, as I typed that, I choke on the fact they even have the gall to call them "our" troops. If they were your troops, and I'm speaking to the Democrats, you'd prove you cared for them by your actions, not your words, or in this case, by not using such words as Dick Durban did. There it is, without a lot more analysis. The Democrats say whatever it takes to get a vote, and this is proof positive. No one who supports our troops would have ascribed the bad actions of a very, very few, to all the rest of them. It's even harder to comprehend that this comes from a man with a law degree. I guess the rules of evidence only apply when you're in court. On the other hand, I seem to recall that the Congress is exempt from being sued for slander/libel. Very nice perk of that office, don't you think? They demand military and governmental leaders who are fully accountable for each and every action they take, yet they seem resistant to apply this rule to their own lives. It also bothers me to hear talk show hosts and their guests, discussing how "I know Senator XXXX personally, and he's a great guy" and we all know that "great guy" is spouting off like a moron. Some one said Ted Kennedy is a great guy at a party, very personable. Great, just what we need, acceptance of a blatantly two-faced personality in charge of decision making... Congressman Drubin, your hypocrisy is showing...

"A Military Meme for All My Friends" - Yankee Sailor

Yankee Sailor started this meme. I'm debating whether it will help him retain "friends" if he keeps this sort of behavior up.... I now pledge I will never "raise new memes." That is a solemn promise to the blogsphere. I will, if I feel the urge, respond to memes.... Here goes:
"It's a slow duty day here on the ship, so I thought I would play with fire and start a meme of my own. As someone once said, those that aren't part of the solution are part of the problem - but it's almost always more fun to be part of the problem."
I get the "slow duty day" part. Been there, done that, a lot...and in retrospect, thank God for slow duty days, not the ones where the voice on the other end of telephone says: "Sir, the beach clean up crew driver just drove over a woman's legs (note plural)." or "Get FC3 XXXXX up, I got a message from Red Cross and his mom died (it was early Sunday morning when that call came)."
"This one is is designed to ilicit sea stories, or whatever those of you in the military services (as opposed to the naval services) call them. Members and veterans of other services feel free to substitute TAD/TDY locations for ports. One last thing, don't forget to fill in the "whys", because that's the best part. On with the meme...."
Number of ports I've visited: about 50, and if I can hop a ride on the sea surface from Singapore to Okinawa, I'll have circumnavigated the globe in a surface waterborne mode. Most recent port I visited: Pearl Harbor (for INCONUS) was my last one, and Haifa, Israel (the OUTCONUS). On the trip to Pearl, I finally got a chance to get to the USS ARIZONA. See here (scroll down to it, he posted pics one post at a time) for an upcoming, soon to be a 90 day wonder Naval Officer's photolog and story of his recent visit. Haifa was a bustling place and I flew in, met a US DDG, rode it for a week doing my "I'm a contractor now" thing, then a night there and back thru Tel Aviv and home. Nice place and remarkaable because, while I saw soldiers, I didn't see everyone with a Galil or Uzi hanging from their shoulders as they went about their business. Port I never want to see again: Lagos, Nigeria. A body flaoted by the ship (yep, the human kind) and the poverty was horrifc. They'd kill you for a can of fruit. I sure hope things have improved, as that was 1983. Three ports that were the most memorable: Dubrovnik, Yugoslavia. Yes, I was there when it was still under Tito and the Communists. It wasn't a high profile visit from the press interest, but I'll say this: It was the most picturesque city I have been to. Clean, and you couldn't snap a phot and not have post card quality images. The sailors had to wear their uniforms and grumbled about it, until they came aboard after the first night on the beach. They all wanted the SHs to wash their uniforms, as they couldn't buy a drink. The people were excpetionall courteous, and not in a plastic way. The women were head turners...to point of getting a sore neck. The walled city, which I believe was shelled heavily in the civil war. I recall seeing solid rock polished to a glossy finish by the foot traffic of centuries. If it's destroyed, that's a shame, for it was a marvel. Lagos, Nigeria. That visit was part of the West African Training Criuse (WATC) in 1983. The first night in, the Apapa Boat Club (an ex-pat crowd) hosted a big BBQ, which was great. I met the man who ran the world's largest flour plant (it was there in Lagos). He and his wife were German, and invited myslef and afew others to have dinner with them the following evening. While we still had to put on our whites, I convinced the CO to let a few of us out of "mandatory fun" at the embassy, so we could go to my new found friend's compund. They picked us up and, as we drove back to the compound, we got lots of local info. It was pretty bad to see the many people surviving on about nothing. The compund had high wall, with glass imbedded in the top layer of concrete, to comliment the barbed wire. They had their own well and generator, in case the local utilities gave out. Yep, loked gate, too. Once inside, it was a little island of normalcy in it all. Dinner was great and the stories better. When we pulled into port, there was a tall building in the downtown area, visible from a good ways out, as was the burned out floor, maybe the 5th or 6th one. The story was it was the national telephone exchange. It seemed they computerized the long distance system, allowing billing to be done automatically. Before that, you had to call the overseas operator, and they would connect you to the other party. They also got your name and logged in that info, and the cost of the call in their little notebooks. At the end of the month, they would come around, knock at your door, and you would pay them (directly, if you're following where I'm going) half the cost of the calls you made. It was a really sweet deal. The goverment paid for the equipment and services, the operator didn't bill you via the system, you just got a 1/2 price discount. That's the set up. One day, a fire "broke out" in the computer center of the phone company, shortly after the operators were not able to run their side businesses anymore. When the fire department arrived, they promptly went to the floor where all the accounting records were maintained, and proceded to put the "fire" out there for a while, while the computer center burnt longer. Net result: The records from the time when the system was automated were destroyed, and the computers were gone, too. The power of graft... That fire had occurred about 5 years before our visit in 1983.... UPDATE 06/26/2005: Sadly, it sounds like it's worse than it was back then... Trieste, Italy. Naples had it's purpose, but it help no charm for me. The ship we rode aboard as the embarked staff in 85 was sent up there. I was working for the hard driving Wes Jordan, who I blogged about here. The Ops Boss, LCDR Steve Nerhiem and I had the day off together, so he took me up to the plaza of this quiet city, and introduced me to cappucino. We just sat at an outdoor table, enjoying the moderate weather, and drinking cappucino. The extra benefit, besides the sheer relaxation of it all, the women in that part of Italy look very much like the ones I saw in Dubrovnik many years before. While not as many were head turners, there were plenty of them to make it pleasant to just "watch the world go by." Yankee Sailor said:
"Okay, time to tag some people. Let's start with Chapomatic for the periscope depth view, CDR Salamander for a sanity check on my picks, Skippy-san for the pure entertainment value and Scott D. for an Army perspective."
I think I'll pass this along to the Pirate watching Captain at EagleSpeak(done), Bill at Bow Ramp, and I think Bubblehead (done) needs to tell us some stories...enjoy, gentlemen! Bow Ramp is still UA, as of 06/26/2005 2035Z.... Thanks to Mudville Gazette for the open posting!

Monday, June 20, 2005

Desert Sky - Movie Review

Desert Sky: The Untold Story of the 159th Avaiation Brigade in Iraq is available on DVD. My copy came in Friday's mail. I watched if Saturday afternoon, when I had no distractions to deal with. It is a well done film, which is a documantary of the people of the 159th and their tour in Iraq. What you won't see is combat action footage. What you will see, is the humanity that makes up our armed forces. You see humorous, despite the circumstances, moments, for instance, every one in the large tent holding onto to something to keep "the roof over their head" intact in a raging windstorm. You see sad moments when the Brigade honors the fallen. The backdrop of these people on the front lines is the places they went, and what they did there, so from a military history viewpoint, there is some meat here. You see sandstorms and their aftermath, in both wreakage, and cucoons on large peices of exepensive military equipment. There are some aerial scenes, but mostly this is a story of men and women making things work, in thier own words, and from the camera's view point. I recommend it highly. The proceeds are going to the scholarship fund for the children of the soldiers who have fallen. I commend Eric Simon for his excellent work in bringing us living history. Eric has his own blog, which was kept while he served with the 159th in country. Thanks to Mudville Gazette for the open posting!

"The Palestinian woman’s womb is a factory for the conflict..."

Little Green Footballs posted an article about an interview with Syrian historian and author Dr. Georgette ’Attiyya, who described how their culture is working. Her quote:
"The Palestinian woman’s womb is a factory for the conflict; it produces fighting children. After this fighting child is produced, he is taught: “This is your land, this is your country, you will fight for it, stand on it, and die for it.” Therefore, a very important connection exists between motherhood, land, and blood."
This article reminded me of an interesting presentation by a Marine Major in my philosophy class in 1987. We had all done a paper for the class and one evening, instead of going to the classroom, we went to one of the pub/restaurants along 2nd beach in Newport, RI to do our presentations. His story captivated me by the horror of this short recounting of a conversation he had. As a military attache assigned to the Embassy in Beruit, he had the occassion to meet the locals. He said he had been at a party where he asked an officer of the Christian Militia how it was that he could kill a pregnant woman. The answer: "If I don't kill her now, in 16 years I will have two people to kill." Chilling. I found it hard to grasp the concept, but I knew the reality is that this was in fact, occuring in Lebanon at the time via the MSM. The article I linked to above essentailly vinciates this thought process in the realities of the Middle East. It's certainly out of the park for my morals, but when it comes to plain, old, raw survival, the look of the interview now, and the comment from back then, I think you can understand why.... Thanks to Mudville Gazette for the opportunity to share this posting!

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Ignoble Ease and the Strenuous Life

Consider the words of a great man: “I wish to preach, not the doctrine of ignoble ease, but the doctrine of the strenuous life, the life of toil and effort, of labor and strife; to preach that highest form of success which comes, not to the man who desires a mere easy peace, but to the man who does not shrink from danger, from hardship, or from bitter toil, and who out of these things wins the splendid ultimate triumph.” It is the calling to which the compassionate rise to….the young men and women who are serving around the world and stateside right now. “The timid man, the lazy man, the man who distrusts his country, the overcivilized man, who has lost the great fighting, masterful virtues, the ignorant man, and the man of dull mind, whose soul is incapable of feeling the mighty lift that thrills ‘stern men with empires on their brains’ – all these, or course, shrink from seeing the nation undertake its new duties; shrink from seeing us build a navy and an army adequate for our needs; shrink from seeing us do our share of the world’s work, by bringing order out of chaos…These are men who fear the strenuous life, who fear the only national life which is worth leading. They believe in that cloistered life which saps the hardy virtues in a nation, as it saps them in the individual; or else they are wedded to that base spirit of gain and greed which recognizes in commercialism the be-all and end-all of national life, instead of realizing that, though an indispensable element, it is, after all, but one of the many elements that go to make up true national greatness.” We have too many timid, lazy and distrustful people. Huge houses, many cars, far too many vacations, and too much adoration showered on them, because they can get it right after multiple takes, among others. And don’t forget the manicured and properly dressed “talking heads” of the HBM, who think their job is not reporting but changing the world… “A man’s first duty is to take his own home, but he is not thereby excused from doing his duty to the state; for if he fails in this second duty, it is under penalty of ceasing to be a freeman.” For those who fail at the second duty, try this form of “math”: (SU)3…Do you value freedom more that personal comfort or the mirror image of that statement? Duty need not be running out the door of a C-17 to jump with the 82nd Airborne Division, it can come in many other forms, which are all part of serving the nation. I’d submit making a profession, or even avocation, of opposition and picking everything apart, particularly for the reason to be contrary, when you have no solutions does not qualify as serving any nation. The verb “to serve” requires action, not inaction. “..and there should be no parlaying, no faltering, in dealing with our foe. As for those in our own country who encourage our foe, we can afford contemptuously to disregard them; but it must be remembered that their utterances are not saved from being treasonable merely by the fact that they are despicable.” Congressman Durbin, are you listening to the wisdom of a great man? The “foe” certainly understands this. Maybe they read this speech and grabbed onto the calling. “If we stand idly by, if we seek merely swollen, slothful ease and ignoble peace, if we shrink from the hard contests where men must win at the hazard of their lives and at the risk of all they hold dear, then the bolder and stronger peoples will pass us by, and will win for themselves the domination of the world.” Sounds like a warning of what will become if we hold back, put more importantly, if we pull back. Not that domination is the goal, but to ensure freedom becomes a common experience. “Let us therefore boldly face the life of strife, resolute to do our duty well and manfully; resolute to uphold righteousness by deed and by word; resolute to be both honest and brave, to serve high ideals, yet to use practical methods.” Solution to the “problem:” (SU)3…Roll up your sleeves and get dirty to serve a higher calling that yourself. “Above all, let us shrink from no strife, moral or physical, within and without the nation, provided we are certain that the strife is justified, for it is only through strife, through hard and dangerous endeavor, that we will ultimately win the goal of true national greatness.” I want this guy to “lead the charge.” He certainly has my vote. He speaks to those who want to back away from the GWoT, because it’s too hard, too messy, not “PC” to not blame America. He exhorts us to “do it” the right way, and to be sure of our reasoning. He calls out those who would verbally “provide aid and comfort to the enemy” and uses the correct adjective for their action: Treasonous. Treason in war can be punished by death. That’s Federal law. Woodrow Wilson had a candidate who opposed him and made anti-War statements charged with sedition and, when convicted, he served 10 years in Federal Prison. I think Congressman Durbin should be making calls to Martha Stewart right about now. Who gave this speech? Theodore Roosevelt, April 10th, 1899. Leave with this thought: “Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered with failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in the grey twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.” Amen to that....

Friday, June 17, 2005

Don't Try This at Home!

A really funny security camera vid.... Disclaimer: I in no way endorse this type of activity...

Thursday, June 16, 2005

How Senator Durbin Defamed the Torturers of the Past.

Over on Right Thinking Girl, there is (another) "debate series" going on. The regulars include some very well read and spoken people, but, as the case is in the wonderous land of the 1st Amendment, it gets "sporting." If you desire to join in, I'm sure the wealth of understanding anyone else may bring would add to the debate. Of course, Senator Durbin was a topic today. It's the comments that are the main show on Right Thinking Girl's blog.... I'm posting a teaser remark, which is my response to Karen: "Karen; [this following quote from Karen] "...The senator is saying "This treatment of *detainees*, if you didn't know it was an American force doing it, at first blush would be the work of a totalitarian regime (such as Hitler's, Pol Pot's, etc)."[end of quote] Nah...if any one of Hitler's old buds, or Pol Pot's cronies came along to comment here, I suspect they would be launghing their butts off, thinking our troops were a bunch of rank amateurs compared to them. In fact, once they got over wiping the tears from their eyes and took a breath, I'm convinced they actually would exceptionally insulted. Given that scenario, then they could come and get ACLU lawyers and begin proceedings against the US Congress for damaging their "self esteem" by comparing them to guyw who held the Koran's of the enemy with clean white gloves, and "like a delicate piece of art." They could shop the case around to find the best district to place it in, preferably one in the jurisdiction of the 9th Circuit. This would then cost the taxpayers untold millions being paid out (unbudgeted, I might add) for pain and suffering. Thank you, far less than brilliant Senator for opening your mouth before you thought. Then the class action suits to follow.... But, finally, when it was all said and done, They would be seething in anger, for the "sensitive guys" won and are in a position of power, and not those who have abused thier own people and those around them in such ways that would turn the stomach of any American service member. Put yourself in the shoes of those Sen Durbin defamed by his intemperate speech...." Here's the link to the party...come on in, there are some liberals in the pool already.... Thanks to the Mudville Gazette for the open posts!

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

I wish I could find out more on the USS Neosho (AO23)

The comment is buried back in a post I did a while back titled "Survivors of the Battle of Coral Sea - USS NEOSHO.", Jayna left her comment for information on her Grandfather. Here's her comment/request:
"I wish I could find out more on the USS Neosho (AO23). My grandfather died on the 68 man raft, less than 2 weeks before my father was born. If anyone knows of any survivors or has letters from the crew of the AO23, please contact me at wknight6@comcast.net"
I tossing this up with a prayer that through the "six degrees," someone reading this will be connected with someone who knows. Do you know a WWII Navy Vet? Pass it along, maybe collectively, the community of bloggers can pass her some valuable leads. Thanks to Mudville Gazette's open posts!

"The Stringer" by Steven Vincent

MilBlogs of the people "in country" give a compeltely different perspective than the HBM tries to spoon feed us.... from National Review Online, Steven Vincent reports on this man, a native Iraqi, tells a story that is horrifying, and heart warming, all at the same time. "Ali" speaks of what the mood on the street is in Iraq. It's worth your time to see what the HBM refuses to report....

"Tough Talk from Gutless Wonders"

A Vietnam veteran speaks his peace. Thanks to the open post on Little Green Footballs, I found this post from The American Thinker. Thank you, Capt Dave St. John, USMCR, for your insightful analysis....

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Frank J at IMAO: Know Thy Enemy - Amnesty Intl

Frank is at it again. I wonder how soon before the T-shirt is available? Know Thy Enemy: Amnesty International

How to Bury a Hero by HM3 James Pell, USN

I've not been posting too much the last few days, for I was "teaching history" to those who want to equate the "WHERE are the WMDs?!?!?!?" discussion to the moral equivalent of "hate" crimes against the transgendered. It really wore me out. I was a little discouraged, realizing the emotional toll that occurred trying to have an actual discussion with a bunch of animated Democratic talking points. In a few moments of surfing this afternoon, I found the following comments just a few minutes ago. I was chasing links to read about a young Marine, LCpl Antoine Smith. He was killed by hostile fire at Fallujah. I chased the links to Pull on Superman's Cape and under this post, titled The Heros of India Company, I found the words of a junior enlisted Navy Corpsman who had been at the side of LCpl Smith when he was killed. He recalled that moment like this:
"Forgive my spelling. I was next to Lcpl Smith as he took his last breath. As a US Navy Corpsman I am there to help trasition heroes into the next life. I was flipping through the TV Sunday night and came across "Heroes of India Company". I wasn't aware that this documentary existed. I paused and watched as I relived the fight. I was with 3/5 untill I was shot Nov 15, 2004. I am the Sniper platoon Cormpsman. After Smith went down and the bombs were dropped we pushed on. We engaged in a fierce fight with five insurgents across the street. It was roof top to roof top. Then out of no were the house next to us opened up and pinned us down. My Sniper partner and myself stormed the third story roof killing two insurgents. Once ontop of the third story the Marines started moving across to the second deck. First over was Shane. No sooner had he crossed over the wall I heard him scream for help. I looked over the edge and saw him holding his head, still screaming. I did what any true Marine loving Corpsman would do, I went after him to pull him out of the line of fire and treat his wound. I never made it to Shane though. I hung my feet over the third deck to jump to the second were Shane was no lying motionless. As I started to slide off It felt like a sledge hammer smashed into my right thigh, and it went limp. No sooner the same feeling in my right calf. It hit me, I'm being shot! I looked for a way to get out of the insurgents path and chose to jump off the side of the building. Before I could make the move My left leg went limp as more AK-47 rounds went through the upper thigh, calf and foot. As I was falling the insurgents rounds found target again, two round to the lower right abdomin and two round to the upper groin. I fell two stories and dislocated my right shoulder. Because of the medical training I gave my Snipers every day, Lcpl James Powers saved my life. He prompty stopped the massive bleeding from my legs. From the beginning to the end I was with both Smith and Shane. Everything medicaly possiable was done to preserve life. I am now training others that are heading to combat, awaiting my Marine Corps family to return from Fallujah this month. EMCEE: James, I cannot express in words just how much brave Marines like you mean to me. Everything I can think of just fails to say to you what I feel. Let me just say: Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. On behalf of the American people I thank you. On behalf of the brave men and women that you serve I thank you. Your courage and valor inspire me. I thank God for patriots like you sir. God Bless You! Posted by: HM3 Pell, James at March 1, 2005 09:36 AM"
That was powerful to read the after action report of a comrade in arms. A few comments down, here was something that speaks with even great power about the bond that combat forges between warriors by the same young man. This was not said by a Marine General, or a Pentagon Press Briefer, but by one who has been "there:"
"How to bury a hero. Andrew Keeler was one of the best SS [Scout Sniper] I ever knew. He was dedicated to his country and his brother in arms. He died outside of of the capital in early April. Killed while participating in convoy operations. We, his military brothers, flew to the funeral to be the his honor guard. Once at the cemetary the uligy was read and flowers placed on the casket. The five of us wated until all the public had left the site and we, the people that knew more about Andrew than his own family, opened his casket and pinned on the medals he earned in combat. We closed the casket and together lowered it into the ground. Before we landed for the funeral we all agreed that no minumum wage cemtary worker was going to touch this heros coffin, or the dirt that was to cover it. So the five of us picked up our shovels and burried Andrew shovel by shovel. We tamped the dirt and relaid the sod, then stood over the sight silently for a few minutes to honor Andrews life. Then we got smashed on the plane ride home. This is how I wanna go when the time comes... Posted by: HM3 Pell James at April 12, 2005 01:59 PM'
As HM3 James Pell is now forever a part of the brotherhood of the USMC, despite his beginnings at a Navy Boot Camp, I'm sure his brethern will honor his wishes. I hope you find it in you to pass these words along to those who haven't yet comprehended what the real meaning of friendship is. Please make sure the credit to Hospital Corpsman Third Class James Pell, USN of the Fleet Marine Force, is always included with this quote. To reconnect with my opening remarks, while the subject matter above is sad, knowing these young men have passed from our presense, I am overjoyed to see that there are those in the younger generation who truly "get it." More amazing still that HM3 Pell shows wisdom beyond his years. I'm hopeful for the future of the US and the western world as a result. Email HM3 James Pell here Thanks to Mudville Gazette's Open Posting!

Sunday, June 12, 2005

I Meme, You Meme, We All Scream for Book Memes!

You just have to love "copy and paste"...and see my post By the Book, Yes, I am.. to figure out why this post looks so much like Yankee Sailor's... Memes, memes, what would we do if it weren't for memes? Probably get something productive done, I suppose. The Yankee Sailor tagged me, so I must comply. I guess there's utility in it, because it gives us a collective knowledge of one another, and helps us put things in context. Today it's books. I am also a book person, and I've got a lot, though not as many as I'd like, nor the time to even read all that I have. Here's the reply to today's tasker: (1) Number of books I own: About 30-40. I keep them on shelves, in boxes, in drawers, in the back of my car, you name it. (2) Last book bought: The Language of Leadership by Marlene Caroselli. Bought it because I once sat through this course with Dr. Caroselli. It was an outstanding week, and I got to thinking about some of the material covered back in 1993, and realized some of what I did in my presentation has resurfaced. Think "buckyball." Long story for another time. (3) Last book I read: To Be Told by Dan Allander. Have about 50 pages left to go, and then...there is a workbook, which also was purchased, so that's next...I'm counting it as done. It's making me really think... (4) Five books that mean a lot to me: - The Bible. An old standby, perhaps a cliche, but I do read it a lot and it keeps me away from shoal water....most of the time. (Yankee Sailor says this,...and ditto for me) - The Last Stand of the Tin Can Sailors : The Extraordinary World War II Story of the U.S. Navy's Finest Hour by James Hornfisher. Besides being a well written documentary of the last ship-to-ship sea battle in history, my own life has become linked to this battle. I was XO on CARR (Paul Carr died in this battle), my college professor on computers was Cdr Amos Hathaway, who was CO of HEERMAN at this battle and was awarded the Navy Cross for the action, I trained the Combat Systems crews for the pre-comm units for both CLIFTON SPRAUGE (FFG-16) (named for Taffy 3's commander) and COPELAND (FFG-25)(CO of SAMUEL B ROBERTS (DE-413)) and, I was born again on Oct 25th, 1998 when I was 44 years old. The battle was Oct 25th, 1944. As you might see, it's a little more than a good book to me, it's a connection to that day. By the way, the Battle of Agincourt, memorialized in the St Crispian's Day Speech in "Henry V" by Shakespeare was Oct 25th, 1415. The Charge of the Light Brigade in the Crimean War was on Oct 25th, 1854 and memorialized by Lord Tennyson's poem. My analysis may be shakey, but Oct 25th seems to be a special day for epic battles around the world. - Into the Mouth of the Cat: The Story of Lance Sijan, Hero of Vietnam. I read this about 20 years ago and it is my inspiration whenever I think I'm having a bad day. I don't have a prayer of ever having a bad day like his last few months alive. - "Our Own Worst Enemy" by William Lederer (co-author of "The Ugly American"). There are many lessons for us, even today, in this book that was later proven to be accurate in the postulations of the author. The book was written about Vietnam, published in June 68, with a thesis is we had not carefully studied the Vietnamese culture well enough to be able to fight the war effectively. His investigative reporting is deadly accurate. - The Creature from Jekyll Island : A Second Look at the Federal Reserve. An intriguing view into the history of money and cetral banking. It's like taking a college course, so don't take this one on lightly. You will have a comprehensive understanding of how money, inflation, the "Fed" and the IMF interact with our daily lives. And, like most social diseases, memes are best when shared, so I will tag Dr. Sgt Foley's Fire-Eaters, The Irish Lass and the 74 at the Bow Ramp.

The French Military In Korea - Heroism and Commitment

I just found GI Korea Blog... I scrolled down a little and found this post on a battalion of French soldiers sent to the war. Read it. These men fought with ferocity, and great courage, including against massed Chinese divisions. The battalion commander had been a 3 star general and about to retire, but took a demotion to LtCol in order to lead this unit in battle. At 59 years old, it sure sounds like he had the guts and stamina of many of our current youngsters in combat.

Saturday, June 11, 2005

Col. Hunt and Us Stuck in the Fulda Gap

This post on Mudville Gazette about the current discussion between the left and the right (and those who thing neither side has it right yet) regarding the present military force structure and strategy. In an interview with a Fox Military Analyst, Col Hunt (retired Army), I found on Ankle Biting Pundits, there is some discussion saying the officers at the top are still "fighting the last war." That stirred up my rememberances of this issue from the 1987-88 time frame, right after I had recently participated in the strike on Libya in Spring 86, then headed to Naval War College, where the entire cirriculm was having to be retorqued, for we had just fired the first salvos of the GWoT, when we sent the Air Force and Navy fighter bombers over a soverign nation offensively. We still hadn't shed some of the Vietnam war fighting, as the books I have linked to point out. I did a lot of reading in those days, some directed, some on my own, and here's some of what I came away with as a result:
This problem is not a new one. GH, I agree with your comment that there haven't been many wars since the Cold War, it's just that strategic inertia on the "view" of the forces on hand and their employment that tend to carry on. "The Army in Vietnam" by Krepinivich used to be required War College reading. His basic premise was we took a central European, armor heavy mentality to the jungles of Vietnam. He did a fine job of explaining it. So, what's old is new again. From my own Navy Surface experience, I know the last great sea battle was held Oct 25th, 1944. While I served from 76-96, "we," the guys with black shoes, still were sort of spoiling to fight the great Mahanian sea battle, or at least be there to do a modern day Trafalger. The reality was, the submariners, and the brown shoes were going to be the lead in the fight, and we surface guys would have something to do, but in actuality, it may have been more to mop up, or rescue the CV sailors who took the brunt of the AS-4/5/6s and SSN-3/12/19s from the Soviet Naval Air Forces (SNAF) and surface and sub units. I'd also observe from my reading of military affairs, there most likely some Navy Officers who still think surface ships are "where it's at" for the next big shoot 'em up and I'm the dinosaur who had the "blue water Navy" attitude... Col Harry Summers wrote "On Strategy: A Critcal Analysis of the Vietnam War" to frame the conflict under the priciples of Clausewitz. His second book in the "series," was "On Strategy: The Gulf War". In this work, he described how the middle grade and junior officers, who had slogged thru the rice paddies, used that experience to redistribute the fighting force of the Army (in particular) between the active duty, USAR and NG units, so as to invlove the entire nation. Two names came up in his writing: Powell and Schwartzkopf as some of those who worked for this. It's that "will of the people" concept from Clausewitz they so masterfully engaged. All these books are worth the read, if anyone is interested in seeing how the old seems to become the new, over and over, or you could even say it the other way around. Col Summers shows there will be a lag in coming to grips with the real warfighting for the GWoT, and I believe shows how the agents of change are the very men and women who are wearing "railroad tracks" and gold oak leaves at this very moment at some FOB or FSB. ROCs and POEs and all sorts of requirements will have to be redone, and it will take some of the pointy end of the spear guys getting assigned to the 5 sided funny farm and then having what it takes to step up and begin presenting their ideas, otherwise, we're sort of screwed. We will need the more senior officers and civil servants in high places to listen attentively and take on board those ideas whose time has come and the re-direct the procurement and training "machinery" to be aimed to support that. That's a lot of the inertia to overcome, not the people's mindset, but the logistics train to produce the right weaponry and support equipment to make it happen. Contractors, particularly ones who used to be flag/general ranks, out there will be stumping to keep building what was "normal" to them, and major industry player are using these people to keep the $$$ flowing based on the "status quo." Solid leadership will save the day, when everyone gets the op order and rogers up for the plan....
Lately, current events sure have made me get off the dime and write what I think about....it's exciting and...motivating...

The Unseen Warriors

BlackFive has an amzing post up called The Third Rule of War. It is a story by itself, about the staff at the present day version of a M*A*S*H. This writing will give you a prespective where battlefield medicine has progressed to, since the version presented about the Korean War. The story stuck with me, and this morning, then I felt there is something more intriguing to this well written report... We love the warrior tales, across history. Washington crossing the Deleware, Stonewall Jackson on the Civil War battlefields, the men who assaulted the beaches of Normady and Iwo Jima. The "fighting man" is honored by the telling of their stories of victory and sacrifice. We also hear of the combat medics and corpsman, such as PFC Desmond Doss and HM3 Wayne Caron, but we don't often hear about those professionals behind the lines, who are every bit as dedicated, and every bit as essential. That's what this story highlights. In this story, titled "The Last Full Measure" by Col. Brett Wyrick, USAF, it is the doctors and nurses who fight a battle. Their skills are not honed in the skies above the Mojave Desert, or at Ft. Irwin or Ft Bragg, but in medical facilities. Add to the crucial work of such medical teams, that of the engineers, the supply/quartermaster corps, the mechanics, the vast array of the "team" that wears the uniforms of our nation. Add to that the deciated civil servants who handle the paperwork, and pull the shore power cables to a ship arriving from sea, then help rearm it, and at DFAS in Cleveland, and a thousand other offices around the country and the world. Next are the contractors, the legendary ones like Boeing, Grumman, General Motors, and so many others who rolled up their sleevs and turned their plants to manufacturer the "Arsenal of Democracy," as well as little ones like Blackhawk Industries making specialized equipment for guy who can't tell you where they got "that medal." The final layer of our effort to support the troops doing the dangerous and hard work, are the families and friends, writing letters, sending shaving cream and DVDs, and money to buy school supplies for Iraqi and Afghan children. We're all in it together, and it looks like we're doing well....

Friday, June 10, 2005

CH-47 Pulverizes Itself

CH-47 Chinook and "ground resonance", Watch and enjoy on www.military.com

"What so Proudly we Hail" from One Who Lives it Daily

Fine words, from a man on the front lines, dealing with the nasty business of finding out who knows what....Lt Rusten Currie is your guide.

Chapomatic is Thinking Once More, but He's Stuck

Chapomatic is "typeless" on the issue of the enemy using our own systems against us. He made only a few remarks, and mostly quoted material that displays how the detainees in GTMO are having a field day with us. His comment is:
"I don’t know how to beat this. I don’t know what to do, besides try and push for some kind of coherent information warfare policy. And I don’t think we have as good a chance of winning until we figure it out."
His post, This Is What We Need To Beat To Win is a good read, before working through my comments below. I responded in his comments section, but it's a post I have had rattling about in the brain cage, just hadn't gotten out of the starting blocks with it (Chap: Thank you for the motivation to spend some time at the keyboard):
I find myself thinking the same thing. I believe it is because we have such a different world view from that of "the enemy," that we can no longer connect the dots. We are blessed with a literate society, and while I may strongly feel the NEA has done a fine job of taking important things out of the educational process, and replaced them with fluff and trash, we still have smart kids coming up in this world. Look at the "kids" (and I mean that with the highest respect) who are at the pointy end of the spear.. Iraq has one of the most educated populations in the ME, yet our "enemy" seems to be coming from many other countries, most of which where education is not a common thing, and therefore, the tenants of Islam are the only education put forth. Our non-Constitutionally based belief in a 'separation of church and state' limits us further in having a hope of understand those who are bred into a "poligion" (I claim this term, too, as I have never seen it anywhere else, and it came to me about a year ago, along with the concept of "religitics."). They cannot separate the two. Under these conditions, our "filters" thus effectively become "blinders." Regardless of how far I think the ACLU and others of that mindset are going off the deep end, it is in the very example of the Islamic State model presented to our front line soldiers, airmen and Marines daily that helps me appreciate the wisdom of our Founding Fathers more so. While in War College, I stumbled across "Our Own Worst Enemy" by William Lederer (co-author of "The Ugly American"). It was amazing to see the copyright date of 1968, and how he had postulated then that we had not studied the culture of the people in who we were now locked in a war. Our cluture had existed less than 200 years. The Vietnamese once fought 1000 years (no typo there) against the Chinese...and won. It may have been in antiquity from our view, but it was part of their culture, and very much an image of what we faced in SE Asia. Lederer's main thesis was we didn't have the understanding of the history, language, or the cultural issues, and therefore we were in over our heads. His speculation of the depth of the VC penetration may have seemed like hyperbole in 1968, but later, when "A Vietcong Memoir" by Troung Nhu Tang was published, the former Minister of Justice for the National Liberation Front clearly discussed this issue, in this case, as a mere matter of fact in his story. The VC had pretty well gotten all the way to the top of the ARVN. This book certainly vindicates any criticism of Lederer's. Somewhat with Desert Shield/Desert Storm, and now with OIF/OEF, I began to believe we as a nation have developed a better model of how warfare is a multi-faceted thing. The North Vietnamese handed us our butt in the media war, yet our military smashed them on the battlefield. We have gone to embeds and greater access for the media, yet the facet of culture is not one we seem to be able to address. Evidence: We see the ACLU getting not just the Bible itself out of the public arena, but even references to it, contrasted with something out of I can't figure where, that tells us we must handle the Koran "like a delicate piece of art." Another set of "filters/blinders" (maybe we can just call these "F/Bs" from here forward) is we hold concepts dear. The American Flag is the easiest example. We don't like seeing it burned, yet we have a developed sense of the abstract, and therefore we know the colored threads merely represent our ideals of freedom. I read a few days back that to a Muslim, the Koran was the equivalent of not the Bible, but of Jesus. For a nation with a strong heritage of Christianity, once more we go "tilt! tilt!" when we see something like this in print. More F/Bs: We look down in disgust at the proclaimed "Christian" (known by the bumper sticker) that cuts you off in traffic by driving like a maniac, so they can get to work before you. Rightfully so. The HBM (see my blog for recent post) loves to point out a rich Christian buying a large home, and belittles them for not giving it to the poor. Contrast: Muslims use the Koran to try and stop up the sewer system (yes, a far better set of living conditions that in the mountains of Afghanistan) and, once more, there is no similar references to the demonstrated hypocrisy. As I read the 2003 DoD rules for handling the Koran, I just shook my head and thought: "we're losing this one big time." What "they" and even some of the intelligent people I see daily, don't seem to get, is we have chosen to not exercise our rights under the Geneva Convention to summarily execute the non-uniformed combatants, and that being the height of our compassion, only to not realize that no concession, short of our demise is acceptable to the Islamic thought process. A few months back, you commented on a piece by a Muslim writer, saying they revered all the books of the Bible, and the "prophets." I'd invite you to read further, as if this was the case, why do they say "there is no God but Allah." The Old Testament certainly doesn't say that. If they consider Moses a prophet worthy of their respect, they'd have something like the Ten Commandments, and not an offshoot that declares murder is only murder when it's another Muslim that is killed. The list goes on. I'm stating this for the record, for the religion began by the forced conversion of the many people from the caravans of the desert, and, as we see today, continues to have a foundation of "join us or die." The best book I have seen to concisely show the differences in the clash of religions is "Unveiling Islam" by the Caner brothers, who are son's of a Turkish Muslim father. His father was a devout, practicing man, who passed his religion to his sons. They have become Christians, as has just about every one else in their families. I have seen Ergun in person and I will tell you he is a compassionate man, and knows his Koran and his Bible well. My point: We may be in it over our heads again, because I see the momentum shifting towards mercy for the killers. I often find it interesting how we also do the "wink, wink, nudge, nudge" thing when we discuss, in lowered voices, of the violence within our own prison system, saying "well, they deserve it," yet think a barking dog at close range is the moral equivalent of the Holocaust. I think we all can agree many of our inmates would think an entirely different set of thoughts if someone came to their cell to put panties on their heads... We have indeed come to a strange place. Maybe it's worth circulating William Lederer's book to a whole lot of people, who can grasp the parallels.
It's far beyond an "information policy" to work through this one.

Honor, Duty, Sacrifice from GCS Distributing

I had previously had a wonderful slide show that was a tribute to our troops sent by email to me a few times. Today I found out the producers are GCS Distributing and they have several similar presentations, to include a new one: "Honor, Duty, Sacrifice." This show is very recent, as it includes the now famous Michael Yon (first link is to his weblog) photo of the Styker Brigade Major Beiger holding an Iraqi child named Farah. This link is to the index page to the other tributes they have made.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Encouraging Words from Down Under

Charles Johnson of Little Green Footballs has a post up quoting Paul Edwards from Austalia in a "Thanks, America." You know there's more like him out there, but he took time to say it...and admit he took too long to do so... Back at you, Paul Edwards: Thank you for your kind words.

The International Freedom Center?????

There is a move afoot to place a center at Ground Zero that will present a wide variety of things that the American culture has done poorly at handling, and the details are covered in many editorials, such as one on the 911 Families Website and Michelle Malkin's site. I picked up on this from several sources, but used a link from Mudville Gazette to find a defense of this shameful idea. In it, there is a link to a repsonse in the Wall Street Jounral to the uproar by Richard Tofel, the President for the organization who is championing this idea. Wonderful logic on which even Tofel missed the irony of his defense of smearing America by saying this:
"Ground Zero is precisely the right place to make this stand and leave a legacy for our children and generations to come. No less than Abraham Lincoln told us so, and at no less a place than Gettysburg. One hundred and forty-two years later, many Americans remember what was done there,...
I firmly believe the National Park at Gettysburg only memorializes the battle tah happened there. While I haven't been there, I have been to Antietam several times, and noted no museums documenting the internment of the Japanese Americans, nor or of even something as topical as Andersonville. I have stood on the USS ARIZONA, and saw no attribution to any other events, just the single attack of December 7th, 1941. Using his own logic, the center should be exclusive to what happened on 9/11/2001, for the World Trade Center Twin Towers, before that day, were merely well designed pieces of architecture not unlike many other steel, glass and concrete marvels around the World. They had not yet had their inanimate struture washed in the human blood of innocent people who went there to work that day, which is all we as people revere, the lives of others, not the physical builings we have. Recommendation to Mr. Richard Tofel: Find somewhere else to put up your monument, like, let's say maybe in Tianimin Square....Leave this hallowed ground for those who pershied on 9/11/2001.

Time for a name change: The "HBM"

It seems daily as though the (what we refer to in the blogosphere with great regularity) "Main Stream Media" (MSM) loses ground, for their "journalism" has just become pretty blatant editorializing, but, without much "investigation." Maybe they have just lost their identity and are seeking where their niche has gone to. They strike me as shifting away from being journalists, but not achieving a goal of being investigative reporters. Well, maybe I could give them that they can adequately handle consumer complaints about not getting a proper service job on an AC unit, but the bigger picture of the important geopolitical landscape seems to escape them. Mostly, the content of the stories leave out significant factual information, while other stories are completely ignored. In doing the "censoring" of the "product" being "packaged" to put the most money in their stockholders (or owner's) pockets, the world view leans heavily towards hate, violence and other disgusting things, but you all knew that... Therefore, I suggest a new name for the "MSM:" "Has Been Media," or "HBM" for short. One day, when the go back to school and, once more comprehend the purpose of a journalist is to report the facts on both sides, maybe they will be worth paying attention to once more. Comments?

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

On Power Plants and Breakaway Music.....

Ships have "Breakaway" music and flags. These are used at the end of an alongside replenishment, when, as soon as all lines connecting the ships are cleared, the throttles are advanced and the replenished ship moves ahead of the one it replenished from, on the same course, at first. This is when the Officer of the Deck usually yells into the pilot house for the Boatswain's Mate of the Watch (BMOW) to hold the 1MC (General Announcing system) mike to a cassette player (and I'm sure now a CD player), to play the music over the weather deck (topside) speakers. Simultaneously, the Signalmen "break" the breakaway flag on the side towards the other ship. For all my 20 years in, this was done as a matter of routine. I began my career on a replenishment ship, so I saw many ship depart from alongside, and heard a variety of music played. For the most part, many ships had their theme music, and almost exclusively played that. A few ship were the song of the moment types, and would just play something appropriate. For my first deployment, our ship would be accompanied by USS CONYNGHAM (DDG-17), and ADAMS Class guided missile destroyer, with 2 5"/54 Mk 42 guns, and a MK 13 Missile launcher, loaded with SM-1(MR) weapons. That class of DDGs are impressive to watch slicing through the water, with a narrow beam and an elevated bow that gracefully sweeps upwards. They were the picture of the front line guided missile "tin cans" from the 50s and 60s. CONYNGHAM had a great crew and a CO that made them do it right and fast. From the outside, professionalism oozed out of everything they did. Their ship handling was smart and they were on time and on target. Their breakaway flag white background, with a large green shamrock. Their theme music was the Star Wars title track. When they completed an UNREP (Underway Replenishment), the crew would stand at attention until they cleared our side, then they would move like aggravated ants to prepare the ship for the next evolution. The horsepower generated by their four 1200 PSI boilers and twin shafts could get them up to speed quickly and on their way to their next evolution. Being a "shoe" on a "fat ship," I longer to be a destroyerman, so I would watch, as much as my duties would allow the destroyers that had come alongside. I was always impressed with the seamanship of the CONYNGHAM's crew. Departing with the Star Wars music playing impressed me every time. Later the USS SPRUANCE (DD-963) was added to our battle force. She was a few years old now, but because she was the first of the class, she was the proof of concept for the 29 (and later 30) hulls like her to follow in her footsteps. In any case, assigned to our battle group, she would be making her maiden overseas deployment. Unlike previous destroyers, she was powered by 4 GE LM-2500 Marine Gas Turbines. 20,000 horsepower each, with two shafts, and throttles were usually controlled directly by the watchstanders on the bridge. SRPUANCE's theme song was, you guessed it, Star Wars. Their breakaway flag was a large yellow background, with large block red letters saying "BEWARE JET BLAST." this mimicked the warning seen painted on the island of an aircraft carrier. One day, the SPRUANCE was alongside before CONYNGHAM. At the completion of refueling, lines cleared, the music came on, the flag was broken, the turbine whine ramped up in seconds and she seemed shoot ahead of us. The CONYNGHAM followed her into station alongside us on the same side. Somehow, it was never the same for me to watch the proud, but aging DDG, play Star Wars and display her flag, as she steamed out ahead of us. No matter how professional, the SPRUANCE had her hands down on performance. Years later, I was driving one, and the thrill is quite excellent.

Sunday, June 05, 2005

The Adventures of Jim, Sr - Part II

It's the 5th of June here, just before midnight on the 6th. 61 years ago, Lt Jim Helinger, Sr, was making his preparations to fly a glider full of troops and be one of the 200,000 men to invade Europe. I can't begin to imagine what his thoughts and feelings were. Here is Part II of the story Jim, Sr told me. Part I is here. For two months, Jim was assigned to Primary Flight Training at Coleman, TX. His training aircraft was a Fairchild PT-19, a monoplane with two open cockpits. Following primary training, he was sent to Sherman-Dennison, TX to train to fly the Vultee BT-13 Valiant, which provided the student pilots with more instruments, so they could become proficient flying in bad weather, or at night. Under the normal pipeline for pilot training, the pilots would have then be split out for advanced training in Advanced Single Engine (fighters), Or Multi-Engine (bombers, transports). An urgent call came in to the beginning pilots: An offer to become glider pilots. Attached to this request was incentive: 50% extra flight pay. That would be added to their current pay, 20% overseas pay and combat pay they would be receiving when they were sent overseas. Jim volunteered to be a glider pilot. The training for gliders first took Jim home to Louisville, KY, where it looked like that would be the main location for glider training. The Army changed its mind and changed the training from Bowman Field, KY. When Jim got wind of this, he tried to pull his application for gliders, but, it was too late, so it was back to Lubbock Field, TX. Most of the pilots in the glider training with Jim had backgrounds as “service pilots.” That was the term used for pilots who ferried aircraft to and from the factories. Most of these service pilots were older men, in their mid to late 20s. Once again, Jim found himself in a PT-19 as the surrogate for a glider in the training pipeline. They flew four hours a day, and had ground school for the other four hours a day. Both parts of the day were “intense” according to Jim. One of the requirements was to learn to Morse Code. Jim had a problem with this and had to spend his evenings in the training lab, trying to get proficient enough to pass the test. On the tenth evening, he broke through the barrier and was able to pass. He never used Morse Code ever again after the test. With graduation came the big band at the ceremony, the presentation of the pilot wings with the distinctive “G” in the center, to delineate “glider.” It was off to two weeks of hard earned furlough, which he spent back home in Louisville, KY. At the end of the two weeks, Jim reported to Laurinburg-Maxton, NC for overseas combat training, which was combined with the 82nd Airborne Division troops. Six weeks of landing gliders in fields and also in lakes followed, with another week of furlough at the end of this training phase before shipping overseas. For the duration of his time in the service, Jim was assigned to the Headquarters Company of the 442nd Troop Carrier Group. Jim flew a glider into the Utah Beach invasion area behind Normandy on D-Day. On landing, the glider pilots fought with the Airborne troops, until the area was secured. Once the landing area was secured, the glider pilots would walk backwards, still ready to fight, back to the gliders. Once there, Jim was one of the officers trained to survey the airframees and find the airworthy ones. When found, they would rig a set of goal poats, a tow line and then fire a flare, to alert the orbiting C-47 (equipped with a tailhook) to make a low pass and snatch the glider from 0 to 135 MPH and off the ground. He said he had to wrap his arms around the steering wheel, and lean forward, holding on tight, that it was quite a shock to take back off like that. He did say some of the glider pilots somehow "forgot" to return to get a ride back, and fought with the ground troops all the way to Germany. He flew supplies into Patton’s Army, when they were being cut off from the normal supply train, so General Montgomery could push ahead. No one was really paying attention to what the glider pilots were doing, so General Patton had supplies brought to him, including gasoline for his tanks, via glider. Jim flew some of those missions. One of the missions he flew, he carried donkeys, that would be used as pack animals to carry gas cans. The donkeys were not happy with their accommodations and managed to kick holes in the fabric covering of the rear of the gliders. Jim prefers to only briefly describe some of the technical details of the operations, such as a response to a question most people wouldn’t think to ask: “Did you stay and fight with the airborne troops, or did you get out of the combat zone and how?” His focus is on the slices of life that defined the fun and good things. He did say he had also helped liberate the death camp at Dachau in Germany, and that was all he said about that. More to follow.... Part III

Saturday, June 04, 2005

We Sunk the Kursk? Oh, Yeah....Chapomatic was Bored

Oh, now this is classy....US sunk Kursk. Yep, and a Navy Cruiser, off the coast of Long Island, was doing a MISSILEX at night, with no range safety assets, and just needed a target to give the crew something to do...and the CO convinced the entire crew to not say a word...ever....or they would be buried in the sands of Iraq, with their families by Saddam Hussein. Were these people dropped on their heads at birth? When will it end? Apologies to Chap...he's just my favorite bubblehead blogger...and I needed an example. Update: Chap does a fine job of providing what MK-48 ADCAP damage really looks like...and, as Yankee Sailor notes, pics like this scare us surface guys...

Commercial Off the Shelf (COTS) - A Double Edged Sword

Yankee Sailor, an active duty "surface" type put up this post today on the topic of using Commercial Off-the-Shelf "stuff." Not only is it an interesting topic, for the military, as well as industry, I bumped across an article in Avionics Magazine on the very topic a few days ago. I saw some of the first big COTS projects for the Surface Navy, back in the mid-80s. The Joint Operational Tactical System (JOTS), which was fielded under the oversight of Adm Jerry O. Tuttle, gave us incredibly powerful computers that did an incredible job as providing mobile staffs and older ships with almost as much horsepower as a full blown, military developed Combat Direction System, and JOTS had 16 colors! That's not said lightly, for color tagging made for quick mental integration of the mountains of tactical info in hi tempo ops. I saw the HP9020s come in the "rapid prototyping" model, and our staff, in particular OSCS Jim Koch, had access to the JOTS code (which was running under UNIX and written in Rocky Mountain BASIC), and regularly sat with the programmers, one I recall was Dr Lee Whit, and Jim and I actually found and fixed a few bugs, which ended up in the fleet. From a configuration management standpoint, it was a software developer's nightmare, as the programmers went from ship to ship, and eagerly took "inputs" from the users, and in many cases, we (yep, I was party to it) had what we asked for last night the next morning. JOTS was first developed for use aborad ships, but became to centerpiece of the Joint Maritime Command Information System (JMCIS), being used fixed bases and with mobile units ashore In the later part of my tour on CDS 32, we also saw the same systems, using the Prototype Ocean Surveillance Tracking (POST), which morphed into the Ocean Surveillance Information System (OSIS) program, put out in the CICs of ships to help pre-process communication traffic for the Tomahawk cruise missile. Those POST instalations flew aboard the ships, after our staff reported out our results of some Operational Test Launches (OTL), to address some manpower loading issues for the THawk DataBase managers. The system ran on the HP9020 family of computers. More COTS. A then captain (later Admiral) John Gauss was the driving force behind all of that. He's also the only Captain I even saw look across the table in a meeting with Admiral Mike Boorda, and say "If the CTs steal one more of those systems, I'm pulling them off all the ships!" Adm Boorda turned to his senior cryppie and told him to fix the problem, NOW! I proceeded from CDS32 to Naval War College. One trimester was "National Decision Making." Those were fancy words for my indoctrination tot he McNamera methodology of system procurement. It was fascinating, and the most significant lesson I walked away from that trimester was: Once you buy into a level of technology, you are fundamentally stuck with it, so choose very carefully." In other words, you buy something like a fleet of radial engined cargo planes, then they get old and cranky, but if you decide to go jet, you better have a huge pile of cash, not only for new planes and engines, but to retrain your entire maintenance force, and buy all new spare parts, not to mention changing from AVGAS to JP series fuels. It goes further than that in this day and age, where we in the US don't make much of anything. Even "Made in the USA" means assembled from parts from all ove the far east, in the electronics field. Years later, I was the Systems Engineer at Fleet Combat Direction Systems Support Center, Dam Neck, VA (oh, hurt me with shore duty on the beach!). One major project I had oversight on, and was part of the training committee for the Program Manager, Capt Herb Kahler, was the Battle Force Tactical Trainer (BFTT). I also had the programs for the FFG-7, DD-963, DDG-993, non-AEGIS CG/CGN, and JTIDS projects in my shops. Those were all military developments, hardware and software included. Lots of contrast. BFTT could not have blossomed as it did w/o COTS. Capt Kahler had a novel idea: Figure out what the BFTT project would do, them instead of building it from the basement up, see what other "puzzle" pieces already exist, and with minor modification, can be integrated for the final functionality. He found the projects. He began with the Tac3 series of computer parts, and Versa Module Europa (VME) card cages. Brilliant idea. UNIX was the OS. He found a project named Tactical Decision Making Under Stress (TADMUS) then out of a Navy training command office in Orlando, headed by Dr Jan Cannon-Bowers. That program had been developed as a fall out of the problems noted with USS VINCENNES CG-49). It is difficult to practice for the real world, when you're not getting the dimension of stress. TADMUS addressed that. I learned more about Industrial Psychology than I wanted to, but that was part of the program. He also found a program written by FLTAC, Corona, which used 3D modeling to reconstruct what happened on the open ocean range testing. That was a good tool to rerun the problem for the crew critiques. On and on the list went. Herb saved us many dollars, and he "broke the mold" by not holding his entire development close to his chest. He found already spent dollars, and "recycled" them by using the functional hardware and software in the inventory. It risked him not getting all the credit, but it got us a remarkable program, which is still alive and well, as a result. The description above shows it was a mix of COTS and military work, but the COTS was the hardware component. Side notes (and bragging rights) on BFTT: The Navy was the first service to successfully conduct an system demonstration of the intergation of live, constructive and vitrual "entities" in a traing scenario. BFTT was alwys planned to be able to be intergrated into a larger Joint training and simulation system. I also posted some interesting developments on BFTT for the gaming industry in a post last February. Side note to the side note: It looks like Dr Cannon-Bowers is entrenched in the gaming aspects of Industrial Psychology. That may have been a result of decreases in funding for R&D, or more lucrative funding from the commercial developers. When I knew here, she was hot on the trail of figuring out the interactions of people in teamed environments. A noble, if not incredible difficult job, since we seem to not have personal psychology down yet, but tha't my layman's opinion. As the Systems Engineer, I also had a separate shop, where a small group of man had written the entire program for the Advanced Combat Direction System (ACDS) Block 0. It was written to run in the ruggedized MILSPEC AN/UYK-43 computers, which were the upgrade of the long term workhorse, the UYK-7 Tactical Computer. The OS for ACDS was specifically designed for combat operations. Something as simple as interrupts to the OS were managed, based on tactical prioritization. If a printer went off line, then a missile alert followed the first interrupt, then missile detect alert moved to the top of the queue. Try that with Windows based operating systems.... From a practical standpoint of equipment maintenance in any environment, just because you and I can buy the newest dual layer DVD burner, and come home and install it, it's a more significant logistical problem when your assets number in the hundreds of thousands, and are spread around the globe, some in operations and some in the repair overhaul cycle. And don't forget the ready spares warehoused all over the world. Just think of the plan to haul out all the ones you aren't going to use (which have been paid for by tax dollars), and send them to the surplus disposal system. How about those stories where someone buys a few pallets of "non longer needed" material from DMRO (I think that's the disposal office, only to have someone find out they really needed more, so they sell them back and make a killing (equals more $$$ spent). I was trained as a software safety engineer as well. In the process of ensuring weapons aren't fired while doing training, and important stuff like that, you need to examine the software code at some point in the analysis process, where you have developed safety issues. When it's a military paid for application and OS, you can do that. When Bill Gates lives under your missile fire control and engineering plant controls, he's not going to turn the source code over to you. Will a printer off line alert keep a busy operator from seeing a missile inbound alert? You'll only need about 20 seconds to find out, in the worst case scenario, and it most likely won't be pretty. Up until earlier this year, I was in the electronics recycling business. I made a pretty decent living selling "old" parts. I found there are two "spikes" in the pricing of an item or technology. High when it's new, then as it's widely used, the price goes down. The next technology comes along, and while new companies can buy the new stuff, and the old stuff is cleared from the warehouses, the old company can't replace every zip drive they have in their multinational corporation. They had to come to the electronics recyclers. In this period of the lifespan of an item, it rises again. Then, as you horde these parts as a recycler, all of a sudeen you realize everyone in the world has upgraded their systems and the stuff you have clogging your shelfs, while you dream nightly of that phone call that will allow you to retire rich and famous has been superceeded. I think it was in 2001, I had a large company call me to find a controller for an IBM mainframe system. Pentium IIIs were pretty well established and PIVs almost out. I ended up finding their controller, at another recycler, and paid $2400 for it. I sold it for $3800 and they thought they were getting a "deal" and they were, for they didn't have to replace the multimillion dollar mainframe installation. Essentially, I sold them 80386 technology. That controller wasn't much more than an IBM PC, with a few specific bells and whistles for the mainframe proprietary interfaces. The Space Shuttle computers use 80486 chips, but not just any chip. Since the coding language is Assembelr, it is important that the chip architecture is exactly as the program is desiend to work in. NASA pay hundreds of dollars for these chips, and they are out there on eBay looking and buying, as well as working with select recyclers, who know what to look for. They can't afford to rpelace the computers. In such a mission critical environment, because to development and testing costs are not in the budget. As a side note, the POLARIS Missile project was where software and system safety were initially developed and it has been NASA who has been one place responsible for continued improvemes in this discipline, hence their understanding of their current position in regard to being "fast and loose" with system procurement decisions. I like the COTS idea. I professionally benefited greatly from it. I served on both sides of the equation, as a user and as a logistical support manager for end users. It's not that it is inherently a bad idea, it's just a decision one does not approach lightly, and one where you must project into the future as best you can to weigh the present day cost savings, versus the long term consequences of support costs in the lifetime of the product. We have seen the industry crank out new processors, storage technologies, video graphics cards, etc, etc, etc like there's no tomorrow. Just recall how quickly something becomes "yesterday's news." In my PC, nothing is so critical in the type technology that I can't replace it with a similar part (right now), but if I had to use a program that would only send output to an HP1100 laser printer, then I'd have to go scavenging for one, for they are long out of production. I have a smei-issue in this vein, with my own equipment. I do have an Orb Drive I bought in 2000. It stored 2G of data on a removable cartridge, and cost less that double that for a 100M Zip drive. While I found others had reliability issues with their Orbs, I never did. I bought the external parallel port version, so as I did consulting, I could go to anyone's computer and back up, etc. It was a great idea until WinME came out, and the company that produced the Orb quit writing drivers for the parallel post interface. This is my COTS nightmare. I have to load up a system with Win98 so I can pull my old archives forward. I would like to have the data, but if it got lost, I'd not be in a life threatening condition. The Orb is around, but you now need the USB version to have it supported. In this case it's not the hardware compatability issue, but one of support at the OS level that makes it difficult. "Total cost of ownership" is the filter you must evaluate COTS purchases with.

Friday, June 03, 2005

The Adventures of Jim, Sr - Part I

He walked into the office one day to ask about some repair work, and for some reason, I thought to ask him is he was veteran. The answer was yes. The following text is the story of Jim Helinger, Sr, a US Army Air Corps Glider pilot in World War II, about his wartime exploits. I'll segment it up some and post most of it in the next few days. It's not a story of blood and gore and the ugliness we all know goes on in war, but he rather would just tell of the things we know young men do in times such as these, when they are far way from home and facing the reality of conflict. Most of it will make you smirk, and some of it will have you laugh, as his stories are slices of life as it was, and, had then been blogs around, I'm sure much of this would have been typed by Jim himself. Before I post, my advertisement for capturing history for our future and those who follow us. I posted this "warning order" a few days ago.
"The Library of Congress Veteran's History Project has some useful tools to help you in capturing these valuable first person stories. Don't let them go undocumented!"
If you know someone, take the time to listen to their story and record it however you can for the Library of Congress. On with the show! Like so many others on Dec 7th, 1941, he heard the announcement of the attack on Pearl Harbor on the family radio, a Philco. He knew he had to do something, and at he decided to enlist. Sometime between the decision to enlist and heading for the Army Recruiter in Louisville, KY the next morning, he figured if he was going to go in, he wanted to fly. Visiting the recruiting office the next day brought a harsh reality home. At 17 years old, he would not be accepted into the Army Air Corps. He might have joined the one of the other services, but he wanted to fly. He waited until his 18th birthday, February 22, 1942. Arriving at the Post Office on his birthday, he found a line of about 50 men. He got in it and asked the others what it was for. The “Aviation Cadets” was the answer. He was in the right place. He was shepherded through the input process, taking the written test and “squeezing by.” The medical exam was done as well as the physical fitness exam, which he did very well on. He was called on the loudspeaker back into see the doctor. He was told by the Doctor that he wasn’t qualified medically, because he had a heart murmur. He said “It doesn’t hurt.” The Doctor told him he was sure he was a patriotic young man and assured him he could probably serve in the Navy, or somewhere and sent him home. On leaving the part of the office where he had tried to make it into the Army Air Corps, he saw another line outside the other end of the building. He asked someone in it what it was for. “Aviation Cadets.” He got in line. This time, he “breezed through” the process and so began the flying career of Jim Helinger, Sr, US Army Air Corps.. The first stop on the route to becoming a pilot was Basic Aviation Cadet Training in Biloxi, MS. Jim’s first comment about this training was “they tried to break your spirit, knowing you would be pilots and officers.” It was Corporals and PFCs who ran the place. The purpose of this initial training was to teach these men how to be soldiers first, before receiving any specialty training. While he was in Biloxi, he said he never got off the base, and that everyone got sick with the “Mississippi Miseries,” which was a generally miserable feeling, and a hacking cough. Upon finishing basic training, it was off to the College Training Detachment at Southwest University in Memphis, TN. For eight weeks, Jim studied college course, and picked up eight college credits. Following “college,” the next stop was the San Antonio Aviation Cadet Center (SACC) for a month of school that trained, then tested the cadets for dexterity, reflexes and knowledge retention, under varying conditions. It was here that Jim had to indicate his preference for assignment in the aviation ranks. The card he had to fill out, along with the others, had three choices: Pilot, navigator and bombardier. You didn’t just check the block, you indicated your desire for each by a numerical grade, with 9 being the highest. He put a 9 for pilot, 1 for bombardier, and left the blank for navigator empty, against directions. As he told this part of the story, there was a twinkle in his eyes and a big smile on his face as he said “I wasn’t going to be a navigator, doing all that math in the plane.” He was assigned to train as a pilot, getting his wish. End of Part I. Stay tuned for more action and adventure! Part II Many thanks to the Greyahwk Team of Mudville Gazette for the "Open Post" opportunity!

Treasures of Tanis

I found this a few days ago while digging about after information. Facinating! Here's a tease, so go read the rest! Archaeology Magazine features the "Treasures of Tanis."
"Millions of Americans were dazzled when the treasures of Tutankhamun toured the country in the 1970s. Now, as preparations are being made for a new exhibition, a new generation is eagerly awaiting a chance to see the boy king's royal paraphernalia. But there is another royal Egyptian treasure, from the ancient city of Tanis, in the Nile Delta northeast of Cairo, that in many ways is more spectacular yet remains virtually unknown to the general public. In the late 1930s and early 1940s, an entire complex of royal tombs was found intact at Tanis, yielding four gold masks, solid silver coffins, and spectacular jewelry, some even once worn by a pharaoh mentioned in the Bible. The treasures are one of the greatest archaeological discoveries of all time. But because it was discovered during World War II, and published only in French, it went unnoticed. Even today, visitors to the Egyptian Museum in Cairo gather around Tutankhamun's gold mask and gawk, but walk right past the room in which the treasures of Tanis are displayed. And while everyone knows Howard Carter's name, that of the excavator of Tanis is Egyptological trivia. It's Pierre Montet.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Thunder Six is back in Iraq......

I have regularly commented on the quality of the writing ability of a junior Captain in Iraq with the 365 and a Wakeup. He's returned to Iraq after his "environmental" leave ("R&R") and has a post up that talks to several things of great importance. READ THIS! 1) Note how a man who has seen the horrors of battle can write magnificantly about the beauty of nature. 2) Read carefully his thoughts on the clinical nature of the reporting of the day's battles by someone who is dressed to the 9s in a nice TV studio, safe in the arms of freedom. He communicates the contrast well... 3) If you want to see what not only our young troops and NCOs/Officers, as well as the maturing Iraqi Army, are doing in battle, he tells of an ambush. It's not so much his words directly that tell the best part of the story, but the things not said, but implied by the report. Imagine being caught in an ambush...bad juju. They react tactically, but..imagine that the tactic of hiding behind the innocent is part of the equation of this cowardly enemy and the rounds are inbound to you. I'm in awe of the quick thinking that had to go on by these troops, as they fought back in defense, not only of themselves, but that of the people who were being used as human shields. Men were wounded, and you have to wonder, how many took rounds and shrapnel, because they chose to minimize "collateral damage" at risk to themselves? Brave men, brave women and Iraqis who see a future, are making these decisions in milliseconds, decisions that put themselves at greater risk, so as not to hurt someone who also is hoping for a future. Another "Greatest Generation" in the making I believe...and these same people will one day work in "regular" jobs here and in the Middle East, using that same refined decision making practice for far better things. I think the future is bright (where did I put my shades?).

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Little Help Here! I'm Looking for "Snipes"

Once again, I have the urge to dredge up some old history of how the Navy "works." I need some background on how things like Engineering Operating Sequencing System (EOSS) and Personnel Qualification System (PQS) stuff came to be. Being a "shoe," I have had my fair share of exposure, beginning in the latter part of the 70's, with PQS first. I also recall the Engineer on MILWAUKEE being very pleased we would be the first "non-combatant" to get EOSS. He had one of those cheshire cat grins, for this was partly due to his "maneuverings." None the less, EOSS and the Opperational Propulsion Plant Exam (OPPE) were still fairly new "beasts" for us surface guys. As a Department Head, the Engineer specifically, I got a close up and personal view of EOSS, and a healthy dose of PQS that had to be done right. I'm looking for any old "snipes" that may have been around the waterfront, or aboard combatants in the early to mid-70s, who may know some of the history behind the development of both PQS and EOSS. I know you submariner types, spurred on by your sea daddy, have had procedures like EOSS for a lot longer than us shoes. As a result, I suspect you may know of some cross over of the process from beneath the waves, to the surface. So, any of your Navy people with sea stories, anecdotal evidence, or knowledge of the real facts of the history of EOSS and/or PQS, I'd appreciate you either leaving a comment and hopefully an email address where I can get ahold of you.