Author: TSO

  • Still probably the saddest day of my life

    Fairly good article about the history of K9 Veterans Day that I found:

    A lot of things changed after the bombing of Pearl Harbor in 1941. Oil, leather and rubber were rationed. Men were drafted. Women rolled up their sleeves and built war supplies.

    And dogs were called to duty. During the first world war, the United States took notice of the European use of canines as sentries, message carriers and several other functions.

    Dogs for Defense was a program initiated by a private citizen by the name of Mrs. Alene Erlanger. Along with the American Kennel Club and a handful of breeders, the group aimed to train the dogs for military use.

    By November of 1942, the first Dogs for Defense were prepared for duty in North Africa. While at first they were gun shy, they proved to be well trained.

    As the war progressed, Dogs for Defense was unable to keep up with the demand and the Remount Branch, Service Installations Divisions took over training of the dogs.

    Over the years the military, police and rescue have developed a variety of training methods for K9 units. Their training is tailored to meet the demands of the job and each animal and handler carries out his or her duties to the fullest.

    When I was a soldier in Afghanistan I didn’t have a wife or kids.  I carried two pictures in my wallet, 1 was of the barstool I “lived” at at Murphy’s in Old Town Alexandria Virginia, and the other was my mutt, Forrest, who was the light of my life.  When I can home, Forrest was sick and the doctors were worried that the trauma of seeing me might kill her, so I spent 2 weeks in a hotal before I went home.  I’ve never cried half as hard as when I saw her.  She meant everything to me.

    I think that’s common with military guys.  You don’t have to explain your moods to dogs, they just don’t care.  Good mood, bad mood, all they care is that you are home, and then never want to be apart.  Until a few days ago, this was the saddest story I ever heard:

    And then this…..

    These tear-jerking pictures show the moment an Air Force dog handler cradled his dead cannine partner draped in the US flag.

    Sergeant Kyle Smith, from North Carolina, bid an emotional farewell to four-legged companion Bodza after the German Shepherd was put down.

    Thousands have shared the picture since it emerged on social media.

    Kyle said the decision to put down Bodza was one of the hardest he has ever had to make.

    Man.   I’ve been that guy.  I wanted one last weekend with Forrest as I knew she was dying.  It was Thanksgiving and I intended to do all the things she wanted to do.  But it wasn’t meant to be.  She faded quickly and couldn’t walk.  So I took her in.

    I will say this, the vet couldn’t have been more kind.  She game me time with my little girl, and then she injected her.  To my dying day I’ll never forgot how she picked up her snoot and gave me a little kiss on the nose, and then she was gone.  I sat there sobbing for a few monutes, and then they took her away.  I didn’t get out of bed for about a week.

    To Bodza, thank you for your service.  For Kyle, you’ve been in my prayers.  The pain never goes away, but may you find the strength to remember the happy moments.  I wish dogs had the life expectancy of people, it’s so unbelievably hard to say good bye to an animal you loved with all your heart, and knew that the feeling was recipirocated.

     

  • Can someone help me find where this Dog Tag should go?

    Someone found a dog tag at a flea market or something of that nature in Michigan, and would like to get it back to whoever it belonged to. I know we have some amateur historians, anyway you could help?

    This is what the dogtag reads:
    CLIFFORD
    GEORGE
    SUMMERFIELD
    946-97-91
    USNR-B
    T-3-45-P

  • Oh, by the way……

    See you guys again next year.

    /HatersUnite!

    About a year ago my wife and I had a disagreement about our house, because everything in it is hers. I literally have no room. So, my wife, being kind and wanting me to have something of my own had this painting framed and sits above my couch in the living room.

  • Chester Howard West and where he should rest in hallowed glory

    It’s unlikely that many people have ever heard of Chester Howard West, which is perhaps unsurprising given that he died in 1935.  But he was a hero with very few peers.  As a lawsuit (that I will discuss in a minute) said of him:

    Mr. West was a 20 year old first sergeant in an automatic rifle section of the 363rd’Infantry Regim.ent, U. S. Army’s 91st “Wild West” Division. On September 26, 1918, the opening day ofthe Allies decisive, war ending Meuse-Argonne Offensive, West approached German lines near Bois-de-Cheppy, France. “While making his way through a thick fog, his advance was halted by direct and unusual machine gun fire from two guns,” according to West’s Medal of Honor ·citation. ”Without aid, he at once dashed through the fire and, attacking the nest, killed two of the gunners, one of whom was an ~fficer. This prompt and decisive hand-to-hand encounter on his part enabled his company to advance farther without the loss of a man.”

    Note that first line, he was a 20 year old First Sergeant.  That is astonishing.  Guy couldn’t legally drink now at 20, but in 1918 he was a first sergeant, responsible for perhaps 140 men.  Astonishing.

    But now Mr. West will be the focal point of a West Virginia Supreme Court decision, coming next week.  

    Mr West was subsequently murdered by his boss and buried in a family cemetery located within the Chief Cornstalk Wildlife area owned and managed by the state of West Virginia.  Visiting Mr. West is no easy task. The road to the site has a fence around it, and is in such disrepair that most vehicles can’t even make it down there.  

    According to a court decision in Mason County West Virginia:

    the real estate surrounding the cemetery was acquired by the State in the 1970s and a road providing access to the cemetery was gated and the road was closed, thus making it difficult to access the cemetery to visit or maintain the same.

    Further:

    Petitioner [more on him in a minute] found the cemetery had been cleared by a Boy Scout as his Eagle Scout project. Petitioner found Mr. Wesfs burial monument was broken and d~teriorated by time and weathering….A newspaper article submitted into .evidence revealed that Eagle Scout Derrick: Jackson reclaimed Mr. West’s gravesite and re-erected the headstone as part ofhis E~gle Scout project in May, 2015.

    Now, what makes this even more compelling is that the Petitioner in this case is Herschal Woody Williams, himself a Medal of Honor recipient, and quite possibly the nicest person to ever walk the planet.  (In fact, my wife told me when I proposed to her that she would only marry me because Woody hadn’t proposed to her yet, despite the roughly 50 years age difference.)  Not only is Woody the nicest guy ever, he’s also a proud Legionnaire, and in fact spoke at our Annual Convention last year, and even discussed people like Mr. West:

    Now some of Mr. West’s family (by marriage, not lineal descendants, don’t want him moved.  So they appealed the lower court decision, and it goes before the West Virginia Supreme Court next week.

    I’m hoping to make the drive out to listen to the oral arguments.

    Medal of Honor recipients are my heroes, and I suspect that is true of everyone.  For all I joke about Tom Brady being my hero, the reality is he tosses a football, and he brings me happiness doing it.  (More so the last two days.)  But for actual heroes, for those I want to discuss with my daughter and the twins I am expecting, it is the Woody Williams, the Ryan Pitts, and the Sal Giuta’s of the world that I want to tell my kids about.  Mr. West is no different.  And I would visit his grave if I could.  But with a closed road in such disrepair that just isn’t possible.  He’s a national treasure, truly, and I hope the Supreme Court of West Virginia agrees, so that generations of soldiers and citizens can come and pay homage to a man who saved the world from the evil that could have stemmed from a loss in World War I.

  • ABOUT JONN

    I know next to nothing except that he is in a hospital, which seems a lot better than the alternative.  As soon as I know more I will update you, but right now I just know he is under medical care.

  • What’s up peeps?

    Got an email this weekend from our good friend Dallas Wittgenfeld who was concerned we haven’t held a Stolen Valor tournament lately, and he was clearly traumatized by the fact I haven’t been posting as much.  He thinks it’s because my lawyers have a gag order on me.

    So, to clarify a few facts for the mentally and factually deficient intoxicated clown:

    1. It takes a lot of work to do the SVA Tourney, and I have a small child at home.  The only time she’s quiet is during Wheel of Fortune, and that’s not enough time to sift through thousands of names and get the tourney set up.
    2. I hurt my back doing Santa stuff, so I’ve been bed ridden for basically 3 weeks, so I’ve done nothing.
    3. I found out the other day that my wife is expecting twins.  I’ve been in the fetal position questioning why a deity has it in for me ever since.
    4. Our lawsuit against a disgraced and disbarred attorney continues unabated.  For those wondering why we hadn’t sought to have him declared a vexatious litigant, that is now accomplished.  Additionally, the court ordered him to pay some of our legal fees.  That’s just a start.  I’ll be sharing at some point, but if you have PACER, you should go read the vexatious motion, because I think it is the best motion ever written.
    5. Wittgenfeld will get his.  He’s claiming he’s going to sue me for some unexplained reason.  To say I am unconcerned is to overstate it.  I’ve literally never written anything about him untrue, and he can’t cite to anything.  He just makes generic statements that I “lied” but can’t actually cite to a single statement of fact that is not accurate and which is defamatory.  He has as good a chance of succeeding as the Browns do in winning this years’ Superbowl.
    6. The aforementioned numbnuts updated his website this morning to say he is suing:

    Schantag-Robbins-North-Shipley-Oliver-Seavey-Davis-Mason-Lilyea-Blowers-Hanson-Tibbetts-Hughes-Cabarle-Bugler-Hegseth-Hawke-Bell-Greene-Marley-Robertson-Waterman-Bailey-Robinson-Caffrey-Burden-Lockett-Waymon-Amundson-McCartney-Cummings-Haina-Wilson-Weir-Burkett-Whitney-Sterner-Holzer

    I don’t know at least 1/2 those people, but it should be fun.

    NONETHELESS, yes, I will be having a Stolen Valor Tournament.  I think Dallas wants to be included, but alas, it will be all new contestants, so he won’t make the field.  But it make be a few weeks or even a month, as I have a TON of stuff going on, and I’ve been out of the office for 3 weeks, laying in bed, crying softly into my pillow and watching 11 seasons of Supernatural.  Back injuries are no joke.  And pain pills make me not poop.  So all kinds of non happiness going on.

    But, my basic point to this post is yes, I am okay, no I have not disappeared.  Anyone with small kids will understand, but I just honestly had a ton of work stuff, and not a lot of time.  By the time I get home, I play with my kid, watch Big Bang Theory and go to bed.  There’s no friction between Jonn and I (in fact, if I have a boy his middle name will be the same as our Supreme Potentate) and everything is good.  My lawyer does not have me on some gag order which these morons seem to think.

    That should cover it.

    Twins.  I am so screwed.  If you are the praying type, please throw some up for the love of my life, who is suffering some pretty bad morning sickness, which (despite the name) seems to last all day long.

    I liked the look on Violet’s face when I tried to explain that she’s going to be a big sister to not one, but two little ones:

    violet

  • Some on the left are not taking this well (gasp!)

    I may hate Info Wars, but this is damned funny.

  • Medals for private killed in Normandy awarded to family 72 years later

    Been traveling and dealing with a certain person that a person in a black robe the other day described as “Contumacious” which is my newest favoritest word.

    Anyway, wanted to share a story from my paying home which I am sharing in full, because people should know who Elmer Wall was, and that the Army, though fallible, does the right thing when it can.

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    Elmer

    On May 6, 1942, Pvt. Elmer D. Wall of Jamestown, Ky., did what many other men around the country were doing, he joined the United States Army with the intent to fight the fascists in Germany. Enlisting as an infantryman, he was assigned to Headquarters Company, 1st Battalion, 33d Armored Regiment of the storied 3d Armored Division. He left behind a wife, a mother, and a 9-year-old son as he embarked first for England and then landed on the Normandy beaches several days after D-Day.

    Despite the initial beachhead, it would take months to secure all of Normandy, owing to the massive hedgerows that the troops and their armored support had trouble penetrating. On Aug. 9, 1944, while running munitions back and forth to the mortar men of his unit, Pvt. Wall was struck by artillery fire and killed just outside the city of St. Lo, France, where he was temporarily buried. The 33d Armored Regiment would eventually be the first unit to cross into Germany.

    For several years, the family sought to have his belongings returned, with limited success. Eventually they would receive his meager belongings: a ring, a fountain pen, a penny, a personal picture of his family, a copy of the New Testament, and few other items he carried with him into battle, like his dog tags. Initially buried in St. Lo, it wasn’t until four years later that he was disinterred and brought home to find eternal rest in Jamestown.

    But in the bureaucratic chaos that was the war department at the time, one thing never made it to the family, or even into his official records: medals for his service. Now, 72 years later, that has been corrected thanks to the hard work of Legionnaire Glen Philips of Liberty, Ky., who worked with the Army to correct this oversight.

    During a Veterans Days ceremony at Post 205 in Franklin, Ind., Philips, Post Commander Randy Weathers and Post Adjutant Dave Rook awarded the medals to the four remaining grandchildren of Pvt. Wall.

    “We’ve been working on this for over a year,” said Philips, a retired Army staff sergeant. “Private Walls nephew, Earl Wilson [a combat infantryman with service in Vietnam] came to me and he wanted to give his uncle a simple bronze marker for his grave. Through that process, we requested from the National Personnel Records Center his casualty report and got a reply back that it had been burned in the 1973 fire.”

    Philips went to the state of Kentucky, which had some files, and then back to Army historians to reconstruct the records. “The first thing I noticed,” said Philips, “he was killed at Normandy, but his awards and decorations on his death report listed ‘none.’ I knew we had a problem right then, so we turned to the Army. It is really humbling, and it’s really nice to know, that with all the things we see that are wrong in the world, sometimes we lose trust in the institutions of the United States. Sometimes we lose faith in ‘will the United States do the right thing?’ I’m here to tell you that all branches of service, especially the United States Army, will do what’s right. [The Army] human resources command in Kentucky left no stone unturned in trying to fix this.”

    Weathers noted that Phillips considered Franklin a second home, “and in light of that, and in light of his dedication to veterans, something we pride ourselves on here at Post 205, we have given Staff Sergeant Phillips a 2017 membership here at Post 205, and welcomed our newest member.”

    Elmer’s son, Marvin, had moved to Franklin where he married and raised a family. Marvin’s surviving children, Dennis, George, Judy and Patty, were all present for the awards ceremony. Sadly, Marvin passed away several years before the oversight was corrected. While George and Dennis live in Franklin, Judy drove up for the event from Kentucky, and Patty flew in from Florida.

    At the ceremony, Weathers presented the family with the long awaited awards which were listed by Rook: Purple Heart Medal, Good Conduct Medal, American Campaign Medal, European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal with two Bronze Service Stars, World War II Victory Medal, Honorable Service Lapel Button for World War II, and a Gold Star lapel button for the family.

    Rook read the Purple Heart award before a rifle team conducted a 21 gun salute and a bugler played Taps in Wall’s honor. “To all who shall see these presents, greeting: this is to certify that the President of the United States has awarded the Purple Heart established by General George Washington at Newburgh, New York, August 7, 1782 to Private Elmer D. Wall, Army of the United States for wounds received in action resulting in his death on 9 August 1944 in France. Given under my hand in the City of Washington this second day of September, 2016. John M. McHugh, Secretary of the Army.”

    Judy, Elmer’s granddaughter, is a four-year veteran of the United States Marine Corps, making the event especially poignant for her. “We didn’t know a lot about my grandfather growing up, of course we never met him,” she said. “My father was only 9 years old when he was killed, and it was always like a mystery because it was such a horrible thing in my father’s life, and my grandmother never wanted to speak of it. So we didn’t really know the details, it was only that picture on the wall of him in his boot camp uniform and we knew he had died in France. But that was all we knew. I always wondered about it, but I was always afraid to ask, and it was never discussed.

    “It really is closure for me to find out. One moment he was there, and the next moment he wasn’t, and I always wanted to know exactly what had happened. This [event] makes it a more public forum for my family.”

    Nearly 150 people attended the event.

    “Freedom is never free,” said Phillips in closing. “It comes with a price. And great men, and great ladies too alike, they pay that price every day, every year, every conflict, every war and not one needs to ever be forgotten. That’s all a veteran ever asks for. As The American Legion, a great organization, we’re not out here for glory for each other, but we want to be remembered. That’s all we ask. Private Wall, he deserves to be remembered, and his service deserves to be acknowledged.”

    “I can’t even describe how emotional it is to have this event” said Judy. “The 21 gun salute, everything, it’s just a recognition and I am so appreciative of it. The only down side to it is my father passed away five years ago, and it would have been so sweet for him to be here and see it.”