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Half Man/Half Boy…Half Woman/Half Girl

May 24, 2008


      every now and then I recieve a E-maill I feel is worth sending on and more so than just forwarding on E-mail, I want to expose more on my blog.  This is the start of the Memoral Day weekend and this is one I feel is apporate for all to see.  As you know if you are a regular reader I am a patroicotic old cuss, and a supporter of our millitary people.  Being a NO LOAD MARINE  (no longer on active duty) of fifty years now, I am always looking for something about our service people to pass on.  I know that not all of our  troops are kids, but many are,  Including my grandson  PFC Jeremy —– USMC, soon to be active.  So please read the following, and enjoy, which I recieved and my daughter  posted for me:

If you read this, you WILL want to forward it on — You just won’t be able to stop yourself.

The average age of the military man is 19 years.  He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country.  He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father’s, but he has never collected unemployment either.

He’s a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away.  He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer.

He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.  He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark.  He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.

He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.

He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.

He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity.  He is self-sufficient.

He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other.
He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.

He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.

If you’re thirsty, he’ll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food.
He’ll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.

He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.

He can save your life – or take it, because that is his job.

He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all.

He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime.

He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.

He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to ‘square-away’ those around him who haven’t bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking.

In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom.  Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.

And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.

As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot

A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.

Prayer wheel for our military… please don’t break it

Please send this on after a short prayer.

Prayer Wheel

“Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us.Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need; Amen”

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those in Iraq…

There is nothing attached…

This can be very powerful…….Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coastguardsman, Marine, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.I can’t break this one, sorry. Pass it on to everyone and pray.

     You will notice in the first photo the trooper is carrying the linked ammo for the squads automatic weapons draped around his neck, this is easier than carrying it in the ammo can but can be rough on the neck.  In the third photo they are loading the magazines for their rifles,  with what is called ten round stripper clips.  And the sleeping girls look like they should be primping for the prom.  

     let us remember these kids as we are Bar-B-Q’ing, or watching Old WWII movies, the war dead on this Memorial Day.  Let us remember the ones serving  now, and the wounded from this war and the ones from the past wars also.

     You can send a card to thanks, and cheer up a wounded service member at,




BETHESDA, MD.20889-5600






      Pick the service member of your choice, send a card or letter just seal the envelope with a small peice of tape  incase they feel the need to inspect the contents to insure that it does not contain some  crap that would be detremental to the morale of a serviceman.  It is sad to say that some people do send hatefull stuff to these brave people.  Any thanks is apprecated by our service people.






thanks for riding along on this ramble



Kilroy was here!

March 7, 2008

Kilroy was here! 

     I was a WWII baby, born in Oct. 1938.  I remember the war years remarkably well for being so young during this time.  One thing I remember was KILROY he popped up everywhere even in rural Missouri.  I remember seeing him on passing boxcars of when  steam locomotives trains rolled by.  I was always fascinated with him.  In news reels at the movie theater he would show up in clips on the sides of tanks and painted on bombs being loaded on to planes.  Later when I was a little older he showed up during the Korean conflict (no one called it a war, Police Action was the correct term).  He made a appearance in Viet Nam, and had shown up on fighting vehicles in the gulf War and is ridding along side of our people in the current conflict in the Mid -East.  The following post is taken from a site I receive weekly devoted to Marine Corps related subjects.  I found it quite interesting, and since the author gives permission for it to be passed around I asked my daughter to  place it into a draft for your enjoyment. 

     Below is an excerpt from The Sgt. Grit Newsletter I subscribe (and occasionally contribute) to: Sgt Grit American Courage Newsletter #169 – 6 Mar 2008 .

     It is preceded by a comment from my daughter. 

      Hi Dad – I remember Kilroy, I thought he came from the hippies or during the psychedelic 70’s. Goes to show ya what I know! I remember I had a red rubber kilroy that I could put in a pocket and have him peeking out. It’s neat to read about the ties to the armed forces. Love ya!!


My first brush with “Kilroy” was in 1950 as a youngster in Athens, Greece, where at the Anglo-American School the children of war-time multi-national expatriates attended classes. Our mixed lot was comprised of a far ranging and diverse group. Most were American children, but included were Brits, Indians, Turks, Egyptians, Italians, Spaniards and others from respective embassies, military services and even missionaries.

Kilroy was more legend than fad, the small drawing and inscription was ubiquitous and in the most unusual places. It was found on black boards, on the walls of restroom stalls, on the playground walls and basketball backboards. At that early age, it bugged me that “Kilroy” had been someplace ahead of me, but I soon got in the spirit and although too young to grasp its significance, like many of my cohorts, I would occasionally adorn some spot with the famous, or infamous depending on ones perspective, sketch and statement.

A few years ago my bride and I had the privilege to ride the USS Iwo Jima on its maiden voyage from its birthplace at the shipyards Pascagoula, Ms. to Pensacola, Fl. There were about two thousand guests aboard the ship and many sat on the flight deck to enjoy the sun and breeze. As we strolled by one lady whose leg was in a cast, we noted among all the greetings was the well known image and inscription, “Kilroy Was Here.”

Few people reading this today are old enough to remember how very important “Kilroy Was Here” was to GIs in WW2, Korea, and is today in the Gulf War and Iraq. The best legend of how he started is that James Kilroy was a rivet inspector on ships in Salem MS during WWII. To prove he had inspected, he would scribble the words throughout the ship.

Often the ships were sent to sea before painting or cleaning up (one Liberty ship was actually built in four days), GIs and sailors found the graffiti in impossible places. Soon Kilroy became the super GI who always got there first and survived. They began placing him in the most unlikely places. He has been reported on enemy beaches as landing GIs approached, on the Arc De Triomphe and even scrawled in the sand on the moon. As Owen Edwards said in the Smithsonian; “‘Kilroy Was Here’ appeared almost everywhere American soldiers went.”

There is one story of Stalin after emerging from a “porta- potti” at the Malta Summit, asked, “Who is Kilroy?” Kilroy was in all likelihood the forerunner of modern graffiti which itself has a long and illustrious history.

But why did this crude drawing and scrawled words become the super GI of WWII, Korea, the Gulf War, and Iraq? We know how it probably started but why the “movement?” I see the Kilroy phenomenon as a manifestation of absolutely amazing sense of humor. GI’s were always able to find something funny to say and do under stress that those of us today can only imagine. I also see Kilroy as a comfort to GI’s suffering through a world gone mad. No matter how bad it got, no matter what the danger, no matter how exhausted, scared or fed up they got, Kilroy was there first and survived. Only those who have “been there,” “done that,” can really appreciate and understand their motivations.

Finally, “Kilroy Was Here” was an effort by millions of GI’s to be a little rebellious when their whole life was controlled by others. It broke the horrible tension and provided a little fun. “Kilroy Was Here” persisted in spite of efforts by several commands to stamp it out. Certainly several occupied territory commanders issued orders that Kilroy not be scribbled and that it be removed wherever it was found. Such orders were always greeted with monumental indifference.

He was an outward demonstration of rebellious GI’s insisting on some individuality! “Kilroy Was Here” was duty – duty to their country; duty to their buddies. These were not warriors but simple guys who were caught up in forces far beyond their control. But warriors they became! By 1945 they were the most skilled warriors in the world. But, they never thought of themselves as such. They were just guys who wanted to get the job done and go home. Actually, they felt the only way to go home was to get the job done. This was a powerful motivation! Griping was taken to an art form but whining was never heard.

Kilroy still lives everywhere GIs have passed, including courthouses, places of worship, markets, and undoubtedly other, less respectable places limited only by ones imagination.

The generation that made Kilroy famous is now going to its eternal reward at the rate of a thousand a day; it won’t be very long before its members are gone. But our memory of them will live on for their legacy of sacrifice, bravery and wit. The torch has been passed to a new generation of American servicemen and women who are equal to any challenge, adversity and enemy. If politicians would but listen to and permit them, they can and will keep this nation safe and free for another generation, until their time too has passed. Static memorials grace Washington, State Capitols and even towns across the country, but few things are as ubiquitous as a US postage stamp, and consistent with that it is fitting that a stamp to commemorate past and contemporary heroes be issued so that wherever they travel and mail follows, Kilroy will always be there.

My good friend, Pat Tillery and I call on you to make a difference by sending a postcard or letter urging the Postal Service to issue a stamp to commemorate “Kilroy Was Here.” Send you notes, cards, and/or letters to:

Citizens Stamp Advisory Committee
Stamp Development
US Postal Service
1735 North Lynn Street, Rm. 501
Arlington VA 22209-6432

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Copyright © February 24th, 2008, by Patrick Tillery and Robert L. Pappas. With proper attribution, this essay may be quoted and redistributed. It may not be used in any way, in conjunction with any advertisement without the authors expressed written permission.  

Contact info for the author is noted in the excerpt above.

The direct link to the article in Sgt Grit’s newsletter is:
*scroll near the bottom of the page to find the above article by Col Pappa.

      There is very little I can add to this post Col. Pappa has covered it all.  I simply found it fascinating, and felt some might enjoy it who would not ever have found it otherwise.  In addition to my daughters comment I too at various times in my long life also had the little pocket Kilroy figure to stick in my pocket.  I have seen Kilroy make his appearance in Iraq on the sides of fighting equipment.  I am glad that he still exists to day and is doing his globe trotting as if he still possesses eternal youth.

     On a  more somber note my grandson who is in the Marines has just finished his Communications training at Twenty_Nine Palms and has reported to Camp Lejuine, North Carolina.  He arrived there this last Sunday evening and caledl us on Tuesday to let us know he had arrived safely and called again last night.  This time he reported that he has already been told that he will deploy to Iraq in October (2008).  This is not the kind of news we like to hear, but he is just one of thousands who have been placed into harms way by this conflict.  No matter how any of us feel about this mess, we owe the men and women who are sent there our whole-hearted support.  I fear that there is no end in sight for this damn thing no matter who gets the vote this November.  I simply hope in my deepest heart that our people get to come home whole and with their souls intact. 





January 20, 2008

     I watched a movie from the 1960’s the other, “THE HORSE SOLDIERS” staring John Wayne.  And in it of course they fought the confederate forces several times.  In each scene  there was someone carrying or waving the confederate flag.  And the flag they used was the ever popular rectangular red banner with the crossed stripes.  Now this is not the Confederate Flag nor was it the battle banner, it is a naval ensign, flown from the stern of a ship.  Anytime you see a clown driving his pickup truck with a decal of this banner displayed on it he is declaring that he is in the Confederate Navy.

     The Confederate Battle Banner was square, red with the crossed blue stripes and the thirteen stars.  It was 50 inches square for the Infantry, 36 inches for Artillery and 24 for Calvary.  Yes there were a few units that used the Naval Ensign but few.  This was strictly a battle banner, not the Confederate Flag.

     When the southern states succeeded from the union, a conclave was convened to select a flag and the banner was presented.  It was turned down with one senator exclaiming it looked like a damned pair of suspender’s.  The first confederate Flag had a blue field with the 13 stars in a circle, it had one large white stripe bordered by two red ones.  This was the “Stars and Bars”.  It had thirteen stars because the Confederacy thought that Missouri and Kentucky would succeed with them.  Neither did but tried to remain neutral, both suffered greatly and became areas of bloody conflict between devise elements with in the states and bordering ruffians. 

     It was used during the first two years of the war, and caused quite a bit of confusion on the battle field.  In one instance Confederate Infantry was able to advance to within 75 yards of a union artillery battery and open fire because the flag remained limp in the still air and the union troops thought it was their flag.

     It was decided to change the flag to reduce the confusion and a new flag adopted.  this was the Stainless Banner it was white with a impression of the battle banner in the field area.  This was met with much dislike as most thought it looked too much like a surrender flag.  This is the correct flag for the 1863 Battle of Gettysburg, although many were still using the Stars and Bars.

     The third Flag was never carried into battle and I really do not remember what it looked like, and my books are still boxed up.

     We always say the Confederate Army, but it was made up of the various Army’s of the States.  the Army of Virginia, The Army of Georgia, The Army of Tennessee.   Each state claimed the right to govern it’s own army which caused a lot of friction with in the ranks of the Confederate command.  When Sherman burned the vast stores in Richmond the  forces of other states were ragged.  Georgia would not allow its supplies to be rationed to states.  This seriously weakened the cohesion of the south.

     In the north you had a standing Union Army under the direct command of Washington.   these forces were divided into two Army’s the Army of the Western theater and the Army of the East.  These were divided into divisions and further into regiments, then to company’s.  Each regiment had its regimental flags, all the same except for the numbers on them.  State militia’s were issued regimental flags with their states represented on the most times.

     In the South they usually had regimental flags based on the state flags.

     All this ramble is to say all this information has been readily available for years so why has writers and prop people been so ignorant for so long is my question.  This is as stupid as them using 1873 Colts and 1894 Winchesters in a 1863 area movie.  Maybe they think we are all ignorant as they are.

     Now I know some of you are more informed than I , but you get the drift of my complaint.

And thanks for dropping in again.

I find it difficult to believe that this pile of rambles has had 12,500+ hits in the two years I been punching these keys.

 Thanks a heap.


Packages To Iraq

January 15, 2008

Sending Packages to Iraq

     I got the urge to send a couple of care packages to the Marines serving in Iraq or Afghanistan, wanting to do something to show my support rather than just fly the flags every day.  I started by reading all the support sites we have been made aware of.   Each site has a list of the things that the troops ask for most often, and tips on packaging them.  There were several places where I could have sent my money and they would send a package of things they had already selected.  But I was not happy with their selections and the fact that I was paying them a fee for sending it.  Also I did not think that it reflected any personal involvement on my part.

     After explaining to my wife what I intended to do she expressed a desire to be come involved also.  As I was planning to use my monthly allowance to finance the project the addition of her money would allow us to expand our scope.  I had intended to try to keep each box to a average of $20, I soon found that this  was not to be.

     First we had to determine how we would send the packages.  On of the more thourogh  sites said to use UPS flat rate boxes.  These are boxes available through the Postal Department that can b shipped anywhere for the rate of $8.98 regardless of weight.  I later found out that there was a limit of 20# for international shipping.  A trip to the post office gave me six boxes that measure 11’x8.5″x5.5″.  Also included were six shipping labels and the required international custom forms needed to ship out of country.  Since the packages are going to the military they will be going to either San Francisco or the East Coast military shipping point.  We are located in California, so our point will be SF.

     The custom form must be filled out and includes a list of contents.  It was stressed that items be listed so as to show if electronics are included and items like soap, be listed as well so if X-ray-ed they will not be mistaken as explosives and the package destroyed.    It was also advised that things be wrapped separately so as to prevent breakage and contamination of other products.  Especially listed was soap be sealed so that in the heat of shipping, food products will not wind up absorbing the odor of the soap.  On one of my sites I visit regularly I asked for advise from others who have shipped or received packages.  One girl responded that she sent a package to a friend and he had asked for Tabasco sauce, a item listed on all the sites, and she did not seal it separately and it was broken in shipping and every thing was contaminated with Tabasco smell.

      I have requested the names of four Marines and two female Marines.  So here is a list of some of the things we have assembled.  In each box I have included for the Males a adventure magazine from the National Geographic Society and two once read paperback books.  For the Females a new People magazine and a double story, soft back book.  On each list it included socks so we are sending each four pair of cushioned boot length socks.  At the local farmers market I picked up six pair of what we call Hobo gloves, the kind with the finger tips open, (I have been watching the weather over there and it has been chilly lately, heck it snowed in Baghdad last week).  We are sending each some soap bars, dial for the guys and my wife picked out some dove for the girls, along with some female hygiene products.  Each will receive a bottle of eye drops.  Several ball point pens along with some writing material’s will be included.

     Lord, we kinda went hog wild in the snack department.  We have a box of instant coffee bags, and various  little packets of drink mix for their water bottles and a large box of instant hot chocolate packets to be divided among them.  Then several different boxes of snack bars, and large box of cookie packs.  And yes I found some small bottles of hot sauce at the market to day.  I know I have left some things out, but these boxes are kinds small.  After I pack as much into each as I can, I will have a lot left over, maybe next month I will pick up some more socks at Costco and some soap and writing material and pack up the four extra boxes I picked up last Friday while at the post office and send off four more care packages.  Yes, I bought a new box of zip lock bags to separate all the stuff before packing and plan to wrap the Tabasco and soap with press and seal before placing in individual zip bags.

     I waited until I got my stuff together before asking for the names and now am waiting for the them.  The lady who runs the site I went to said she would send them to me by E-mail, so we are just waiting  now. 

     Anyone who is interest can go to–  or

for more information.

     Oh yes, my $20 has jumped up to $40 plus the $8.98 shipping for each box.

If we receive any communication from the recipients in the future I will post them.

as always thanks for stopping by.


To Kill An American or What Is An American? A primer.

July 12, 2007

     The followiinig is a E-mail I recieved yesterday, I can claim no credit for it.  I simply agree with it whole heartedly.  I had my daughter transfer it from E-mail on to my blog site.  It reads as follows;

     Below is an excerpt from an email I received apparently written by an Australian Dentist: To Kill an American. I am not sure how long this has been circulating on the internet and in email but initial research shows it going back as far as 2001. Also there are some claims the article was actually written by Peter Ferrara, an associate professor of law at the George Mason University School of Law (American, not Australian), but like this piece from the Spirit of America website says — I don’t really think it matters who wrote it, it’s the spirit of the piece that counts. There are two titles for the article I came across: To Kill An American and Ferrara’s title of What Is An American? A primer. Anyway, that’s a long-winded summary of my research on this piece, as noted some opinions vary on who wrote it when.

      But here is the actual content from the email – the real reason I started this post:

You probably missed this in the rush of news, but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper, an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American.

So an Australian dentist wrote an editorial the following day to let everyone know what an American is . So they would know when they found one (Good one, mate!!!!)

“An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, or Arab, or Pakistani or Afghan.

An American may also be a Comanche, Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as native Americans.

An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or Buddhist, or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan. The only difference is that in America they are free to worship as each of them chooses.

An American is also free to believe in no religion. For that he will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.

An American lives in the most prosperous land in the history of the world.  The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration of Independence , which recognizes the God given right of each person to the pursuit of happiness.

An American is generous. Americans have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need, never asking a thing in return. 

When Afghanistan was over-run by the Soviet army 20 years ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the people to win back their country! 
As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given more than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan . Americans welcome the best of everything…the best products, the best books, the best music, the best food, the best services. But they also welcome the least. 
The national symbol of America , The Statue of Liberty, welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless, tempest tossed. These in fact are the people who built America  

Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of September 11, 2001 earning a better life for their families. It’s been told that the World Trade Center victims were from at least 30 different countries, cultures, and first languages, including those that aided and abetted the terrorists.

So you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler did. So did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung, and other blood-thirsty tyrants in the world. But, in doing so you would just be killing yourself Because Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American. 

Choose to live with acceptance, courage, forgiveness, honesty, humility, love, peace, resolve, and wisdom; rather than with, rejection, fear, revenge, lies, arrogance, hate, violence, indecision, or ignorance.

     This pretty much sums up the entire subject.  Some where I have a pome written by a Canaden Disk Jocky in the seventy’s or sixtys, in much the same vein.  It recieved wide play on countys stations at the time.  I even believe John Wayne recorded it on a 33 1/3 albam he cut about that time.  It seems like when people need or want a handout they turn to us, but when they are somewhat flush they want to kick us.  I could rant until I’m blue in the face and my blood pressure rose up again, but I’ll stop.

     Also used to try real hard to be a Catholic, but lost the faith more than 35 years ago.  Saw in the paper where the Pope has stated that the Catholic church is the only true Christian religion.  Said all Prostestant religions are shams??   Walked out of a church one time when a visiting minister stated from the pulpit “I feel sorry for all those Baptist, Methidost and Catholic’s, because they are all going to hell”.   Have to say it embarased some of my relitaves in the congeration.  I replied I could not tollerate such stupid, blind, pighead prejudice.  Nuff about that.

     Gonna start thinking about the next gunslinger I’m gonna cover, later.



June 27, 2007

          As you will be well aware if you have read some of my previous posts, I am a gun owner and shooter, as are all of my children and grandchildren.  I come from a long line of patroits who have bore and used firearms in the defense of our country.  None of us were ever criminals or have ever used a fire arm to cause harm to others.  but we all reserved the right to posess and use if  necessary a firearm to defend our families or ourselves if necessary.  As a Fathers Day gift my oldest son has pledged to arange a shooting date for the two of us as soon as  possible  It is an outting I am looking forward to.  I recieve E-mail from family and freinds and other interested parties pertaining to the use of firearms. and felt that a few of them might be of interest to some of you.  Possibly, a few of you may disagree and think we are wild eyed terriorests.  If so I only pity you – I would give a pretty penny (I’ll even shine it with brasso) to have a shot at some of those who assisted in the 9-11 attacts.  I would demostrate to them what good gun control is!

     The following are a few of the E-mails I have recieved and wish to pass on.      

     I came across this email with a humorous yet truthful slant on firearms and wanted to share:


a. An armed man is a citizen. An unarmed man is a subject.
b. A gun in the hand is better than a cop on the phone.
c. Smith & Wesson: The original point and click interface.
d. Gun control is not about guns; it’s about control.
e. If guns are outlawed, can we use swords?
f. If guns cause crime, then pencils cause misspelled words.
g. Free men do not ask permission to bear arms.
h. If you don’t know your rights you don’t have any.
i. Those who trade liberty for security have neither.

Now this amusing list has been making it’s way around the net so I don’t know the original source, but a quick search of “Firearms Refresher Course” via google will point you to a ton of blogs, articles and websites referencing the FRC.  GeeksWithGuns has an entry that includes 17 additional amusing points. I’ll mention here that I’m not a regular visitor of this particular website so I am only referencing them for their additional 17 points – Amusing and true takes on the 2nd ammendment – the right to bear arms! Here they continue:

j. The United States Constitution ? 1791. All Rights Reserved.
k. What part of “shall not be infringed” do you not understand ?
l. The Second Amendment is in place in case they ignore the others.
m. 64,999,987 firearms owners killed no one yesterday.
n. Guns only have two enemies: Rust and Politicians.
o. Know guns, know peace and safety. No guns, no peace nor safety.
p. You don’t shoot to kill; you shoot to stay alive.
q. 911 – government sponsored Dial a Prayer.
r. Assault is a behavior, not a device.
s. Criminals love gun control – it makes their jobs safer.
t. If Guns cause Crime, then Matches cause Arson.
u. Only a government that is afraid of it’s citizens tries to control them.
v. You only have the rights you are willing to fight for.
w. Enforce the “gun control laws” we have, don’t make more.
x. When you remove the people’s right to bear arms, you create slaves.
y. The American Revolution would never have happened with Gun Control.
z. “…a government by the people, for the people…”

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     These are a few of the things that most of us gun owners feel.  Also I would like to point out that the U. S . news media and many of our politicians would have you believe that the members of the NRA (National Rifle Association) are nuts and fruit cakes.  The real reason they hate us is that we stand united in blocking their  own agendas.   The Association is comprised of every segment of the American population from top to the bottom.  The grass roots is so broad that you can hardly walk across the lawn with out steping on a bunch of us.  In every city across the country, like New York City and Washington D.C. where severe gun control is in existence, thousands of Americans have been denied the right granted them by the US consitution to defend themselves from aggressors.  In states like Arazonia, Where the population has the right to bear arms, the crime rate lags behind other states.  A thug is afraid to attempt an event on a person he thinks may be able to defend theirself.  I had a friend in Australia who visited me one year and he was so envious of my right to have handguns he could hardly stand it.  Their government took all their guns away, then one idiot went on a rampage with a sword and they outlawed them also.  Britian’s crime rate is out of control because you are severly restricted on the ability to defend yourself in any matter (you open yourself to prosecution or lawsuit).  Makes sense don’t it?

    Well hell I’m either preaching to the congregation or people with wax in their ears –  Either way it is a waste of time.  So Adios!


A Empty Minded Ramble

May 4, 2007

     Like I said in the title, I have nothing in mind to write about. This blogging is kinda addictive, but when nothing  comes to mind to write about, it is sort of frustrating.   I am surprised by the response I have received on my last outing, ” Gals Of The Old West”.  Seems like I have had more than several hits a day since I posted it.  Just a short time ago I dug out the other books that have the necessary material in them to continue.  While I know the women I want to write about, many of the dates and  associtated names elude me.  The two I wrote about Annie Oakley and Belle Starr, are  familiar because I have read and studied them both many times in the past.  Several of the others I intend to cover are Calamity Jane,  Little Charlie Parkhurst,  Pearl Heart, and the youngsters Cattle Annie and Little Britches.  There also are the Ladies of the Evening in the wings, along with some of the Calvary Wives.  Lord  you better hope that I don’t get started on the gun hands and lawmen, I might never find a stopping point.  As you can see along with the Civil War I have a deep interest in the Old West, it’s people and equipment.

     To change the subject now,  Something jogged my memory the other day on censiorship.     In the mid sixties I remember some damn old Bi#@hwas trying to get the Edgar Rice Burrows book about “Tarzan removed from the City of Downey city Library because Tarzan and Jane were living together unmarried.  Apparently she did not read the book because in the first book delt  with Tarzan’s birth and upbringing, adding to the improbability he discovered his father and mother’s tree house where he found his knife which he named the big tooth.  He also discovered some books and figured out their purpose, and taught his self to read (huh).  Yes,, he rescues Jane and considered her personal property for a time but not as a wife.       And in old Edgar’s day sex was not mentioned at all.  In the second book Tarzan follows Jane and her father, a New York Judge, to America and tries to live as a civilised person.  However as the criminals of the streets of New York soon finds out muggers beware (they never have had their throats ripped out by someones teeth before).  The mob kidnaps Jane to force the Judge to throw out a case against the mob boss.  Taking Jane to the Catskill Mountains where our tree swinger strips off his clothes and is in his element to effect Jane’s rescue.  The Judge, Dad, marries Tarzan and Jane before they return to the jungle for a number of adventures in more books.  I read most of these as a bored United States Marine in 12 Area on Camp Pendelton, in California.  the Area Library was adjacent to my barracks and I was a frequent visitor to the establishment.   I believe it was run by civilians or Marine wives.  Next door was a small theater where I watched “My Sister Ilene” preformed by a theater trope of young officers and their women.  Also while in this area I served on Mess Hall Duty and set penn’s at the four lane bowling alley one Sunday afternoon for a couple of the Cook’s and their dates (it never hurts to have a “in” with a cook, as a previous chapter explains in my desert Field exercise at Twenty Nine Palms shows). (more…)

Well I Guess I’m Disturbed

April 13, 2007

     No I know for sure I am disturbed.  I received a E-mail forwarded on my my oldest son yesterday.  It was a series of color photos taken of a large group of students at  a local high school, located in Montelbello, Ca..  In the pictures they were shown  attaching a Mexican flag to the pole on the front lawn of the school.  What is is even more disturbing is they then attached the American Flag upside-down below it and raised them to the top of the pole in front of a large cheering mob.

     Now what bothers me are these few thoughts.  Where were the adult teachers and administrators while this was going on?  Do they not know there are laws governing this type of action?  On American soil no flag is allowed to fly superior to the American Flag.  The American Flag does not fly upside-down in any instance other sever distress.  This was clearly not a act of freedom of speech but a act of civil disobedience and contempt.  Are the teachers so frightened of their students that they will allow them to act in such a manner?  Or did they agree with their feelings? 

     I bothers me greatly that our country has allowed the act of illegal immigration to get so far out of hand that we now can seemly not have any control over it.  How can our President stand on a platform with a leader of another nation and listen to them lambaste him and our country about the issue and demand, DEMAND, we grant their citizens entry and citizenship for illegal behavor. 

     I will not rehash the things I find distastefull about this whole illigal immigrant mess again, you can go back and read the earlier soap box tirades, I have not changed my mind any at all. (more…)

November 10th & 11th

November 11, 2006

If you have read some of my previous submissions you know I am a former United States Marine and proud of it.  If you do not want to read more of my reminiscent about the Marines then just scroll on by this one.

     On November 10, 1775 Captain Samuel Goodwin sat at a table in Tunn’sTavern in Philadelphia and began requiting for the newly formed United States Marine Corps.  The Marine Corps was not a new concept they were already in effect in the British Navy and some form of Marine served in most early navies of history.  The Marine was not a ordinary seaman who sailed the ship or worked the sails but a fighting man who was a seaborne warrior.  This is not to say he lounged around and did nothing in times of peace.  He had duties at all times that included guard duty and cleanup duties that included swabbing decks with the sailors..  But in combat they had stations as fighting men.   They served as marksmen in the rigging and as cannon crews.  To this day the officers of the Marines Corps have a braid on the tops of their caps and hats denoting their ranks a single braid for lieutenants , double for captains and so on up the ranks.  This allowed the Marines in the rigging to identify the officers on the decks quickly.  At this time fighting often entailed sword work and the Marines had a leather collar on their uniform to protect the neck.  This in in-turn led the sailors to start calling them leathernecks, and to today the term sticks.  The first amphibious landing on foreign soil was in the Bahamas in 1876.  And lieutenant Presley O’Bannin led a contingent of Marines across the desert       to Capture Tripoli in I forget the exact date and raised the American flag over  foreign soil for the first time, unknowingly after America had reached a agreement with the Pirates who were capturing American shipping and holding American Seamen for ransom. (more…)

Memorial Day 2006

May 28, 2006

     I hung our flag this morning like I do most days.  The American flag with a slightly small version of the United States Marine Corps flag attached just below it.  Later my wife wanted me to go out and grab some doughnuts, which we two diabetics really needed.   It is probably only a half a mile to the shop we prefer, the only other flag I saw out to day was about five blocks away.  Some old guy like me lives over there, and he has a pole in his front yard, he also flys the American flag and his Marine Corps flag.  It’s a sad state  that on the day set aside to honor our war dead there was only two flags out in that large an area.  But let a Mexican Socker team win a game or a fighter win a match and those damn red, white and green rags are flown all over the place.  It boils my blood.  I have one remaining Uncle out of four that served in WWII, Three have been buried in the last three years.  The one still alive as a kid won a Purple Heart on Iwo Jima.  The last to die served on a little eighteen plane aircraft carrier named the Macon Island.  He was in for the duration serving in all the Pacific campains.  His carrier was hit by Kamazie Planes on two occasions.  he fought fires on deck and effected repairs while still under fire so the planes in the air could land before they ran out of fule.  His primary job was to service the planes and clean the weapons and load it for their next mission.  My Dad’s youngest brother was in the 223rd infantry division of the US Army.  He was a rifle Man in the infantry.  He walked all over France and Germany.  He marched one hundred miles in the dead of winter thru a blizzard to relieve (more…)