Author: Zero Ponsdorf

  • Memorial Day Melancholy – An Annual Re-post

    Two or three times a year some of us geezer types get a bit tangled up in old times. Late April and much of May include several dates that trigger memories here.

    Late April because my pop was declared KIA in Korea on April 25, 1951.

    Early May because years ago I was discharged on May 9, 1969 from the Navy after spending over a year around Vietnam. Flew back into SFO IN UNIFORM and got spit at and called a baby killer on arrival.

    And then there is Memorial Day. The advertisements for sales and off topic events make the day difficult to avoid, even if I wanted to. So I repeat this post with minor updates.

    Circa 1950 pix of me ‘n dad

    I was an Army brat the first few years of my life. I have vague memories (or memories of memories?) of several Army posts; in Georgia, in Arizona, and another place or two. Then my dad was deployed to some place called Korea sometime in 1950.

    Three additional memories are a bit more vivid – the day we were notified he was Missing in Action and, sometime later, that his remains had been recovered, and finally, his funeral. I wasn’t allowed to go – I was deemed too young.

    But, I have a Purple Heart.

    He is buried in our home town, and there’s a small memorial in the city park there with his name inscribed. I visit both as often as I can. Even though I was only five or six at the time and will be 72 in about a month I still miss him. I have pictures and memories, and…

    I have a Purple Heart.

    For many others, like myself, Memorial Day has a face.

    We’re past the 50 year anniversary of Vietnam and there is a wall FULL of my brothers and sisters who earned a Purple Heart

    With that – Please don’t wish me a happy Memorial Day because…

    I have HIS Purple Heart!

  • I Wanna Be A Navy SEAL!

    Haven’t posted here in a while, but I need some help from you folks so…

    The wife and I are wintering in Florida and this powerful urge is becoming to much for me to bear so I’ve decided to give in to it.

    I need help figuring out where to get all them pins and medals to put on my new uniform. Oh yeah, and I need to know where to get a uniform as well. I figure I’m going to be, at least, some retired officer level SEAL. And I’ll need help to fix my discharge papers to reflect my new status.

    I’m thinking I’ll need medals/ribbons for service in all those foreign wars and Secret Squirrel missions I seem to have participated in. I am open to suggestions from you, but I don’t want so many that my new uniform won’t fit right.

    BTW, I mentioned above that I’m in Florida. I’ve been here for a coupla months, but this nagging need only started a few days ago. I was reading on TAH about the phonies down here and something clicked. Or maybe it is something in the water? Also some of you can be a bit harsh when dealing with us Forida Phonies so I’ll ask that you save that until I post a picture here. I am certainly you will be impressed and not feel the need.

    Thanks folks. I’ll do my best to make you proud to have me around.

     

     

  • Memorial Day Melancholy – An Annual Re-post

    Two or three times a year some of us geezer types get a bit tangled up in old times. Late April and much of May include several dates that trigger memories here.

    Late April because my pop was declared KIA in Korea on April 25, 1951.

    Early May because years ago I was discharged on May 9, 1969 from the Navy after spending over a year around Vietnam. Flew back into SFO and got spit at and called a baby killer on arrival.

    And then there is Memorial Day. The advertisements for sales and off topic events make the day difficult to avoid, even if I wanted to. So I repeat this post with minor updates.

    Circa 1950 pix of me ‘n dad

    I was an Army brat the first few years of my life. I have vague memories (or memories of memories?) of several Army posts; in Georgia, in Arizona, and another place or two. Then my dad was deployed to some place called Korea sometime in 1950.

    Three additional memories are a bit more vivid – the day we were notified he was Missing in Action and, sometime later, that his remains had been recovered, and finally, his funeral. I wasn’t allowed to go – I was deemed too young.

    But, I have a Purple Heart.

    He is buried in our home town, and there’s a small memorial in the city park there with his name inscribed. I visit both as often as I can. Even though I was only five or six at the time and will be 71 in about a month I still miss him. I have pictures and memories, and…

    I have a Purple Heart.

    For many others, like myself, Memorial Day has a face.

     

    We’re past the 50 year anniversary of Vietnam and there is a wall FULL of my brothers and sisters who earned a Purple Heart

    With that – Please don’t wish me a happy Memorial Day because…

    I have HIS Purple Heart!

  • An Anniversary – A Gathering Of Eagles

    OWB posted this elsewhere. OWB also has a better way with words than I and handled security for the event, while I handled communications.

    Ten years ago this morning a group of patriots, mostly veterans, gathered in Washington DC to counter a disgusting assembly of lefty scum as they met at the Wall to recreate their 1967 march on the Pentagon. There are so many parts of that operation which are worthy of mention. But a few things continue to stand out in my mind.

    On both sides of the street were people of very different backgrounds who came together for a common cause. Only one group had folks they either paid or otherwise enticed to be there. Seeing the local area yellow buses unloading school children at the site was an eye opener.

    Perhaps the most graphic demonstration of the difference between the two groups came when they were literally facing each other across Constitution Avenue with the US Park Service mounted police between them. The whining children were loudly chanting, “What do we want?” followed by a garbled response most of us never identified, then, “When do we want it?” followed by, “NOW!” Meanwhile the Veterans were waving flags while chanting, “USA, USA, USA.” The children who can’t articulate a clear message but they want what they want and they expect someone to provide it right now vs the adults who know what is needed and have already proved their willingness to work hard to make it happen.

    What a day. While A Gathering of Eagles wasn’t solely responsible for the awakening of this country, we certainly were an important part of it. It took others also doing important things to get us finally to this point. But we who served in the military understand that it takes each of us doing our jobs to accomplish the mission.

    It was an honor to be a small part of the operation we called “A Gathering of Eagles.” Friends were made. Associations were cemented. But mostly, thousands of patriots were energized and given hope when they saw that many others shared their concerns.

    Ten years later we see the ripple effect of that energy being directed in positive ways. Thank you all.

    Jonn added: TAH was there, by the way.

  • File Under “Who Cares?”

    I never watch THE OSCARS. Simply not interested. I also haven’t seen any movies made in the past few years. Much like our current network TV options they are, at best, derivative anyway. At worst the are lousy re-makes.

    Our Pal OWB expanded on the subject elsewhere and I wanted to share with this illustrious lot:

    With all the news in the world, the media fixation on Hollywood and their never ending series of self-aggrandizing awards ceremonies is curious. While I don’t begrudge any group getting together to celebrate their craft, the disproportionate amount of glory and grandeur associated with entertainers congratulating themselves at their ability to pretend to be some character or another is unseemly. Among other things, it apparently gives them a sense that their opinions matter more than do the opinions of those they entertain. They don’t.

    It should really come as no great surprise that folks who make a living from delusional behavior frequently fall into the trap of coming to believe their own imaginations. Even that is not a problem until they insist that the rest of us congratulate them for their delusions. We won’t.

    Keep screeching, precious little snowflakes. You make yourselves less relevant with each of your self-absorbed public melt downs. Your media co-conspirators will dutifully continue to report your antics while the rest of us continue to laugh at your feelings, your filthy language, and your opinions. We just don’t care.

  • Immigration Simplified

    A take on immigration from OWB. Cross posted from elsewhere.

    The current problem that we face is complicated. No doubt about that fact. Illegal entry into this country has been ignored, obfuscated, and purposefully been made into the situation we now see.

    There are two main issues which we can address immediately that will help us sort through the confusion and chaos. We can and must stop adding to the problem and concurrently remove the incentives which contribute to the problem.

    Just as we lock our household doors, not to keep out our friends, but to make access more difficult for whatever bad guy out there might or might not try to enter our home for unfriendly reasons, a sovereign nation has not only the right but the obligation to provide the same for the country. Our front doors are substantially made with heavy locks to control who gets into our homes. Why should our borders and other ports of entry be different from our homes?

    Lefties tend to repeat the mantra that our borders should be open. Perhaps in some ways that is true. But, they should only be as open as we are willing to maintain our homes. If I leave my front door open and people I don’t know take up residence in my living room am I really obligated to invite them to dinner? How many rooms should I add to my home to accommodate the strangers now living in my home? By securing the perimeter I can avoid having to deal with any of this.

    But what about those folks already living in my home? How do we get rid of them? One thing the lefties do get right is saying that deporting the multiple millions of illegal aliens would be expensive and nearly impossible to accomplish. Can we somehow get them to remove themselves?

    Eliminating the rewards that people receive when coming here illegally will cause some of them to self-deport. Perhaps many will do so. Maybe even most would. We do not know how many will leave on their own, but we know that at least some would prefer to be at home with their families than in a foreign country with no rewards for remaining. However many that is, it reduces the number of illegal aliens with which we must deal later. Every one that self-deports us saves us money immediately.

    None of us can say exactly what is needed much less how much it will cost to solve the illegal immigration problem. Anything we can do to make it a smaller problem should be a priority. But first we need to keep it from becoming worse. Better yet, reduce the scope of the problem as we are developing ways to get rid of it altogether. Too many people have been killed by illegal aliens. Too many illegal aliens are being paid with our tax dollars for things they have not earned. It is past time to lock down the revolving door.

    No, I don’t care who they are, where they came from, or with whom they associate. Until we control entry into this country we have no national security. Since that is one of the few legitimate functions of our national government, it would be nice if they did their job.

    The dirty secret in the middle of all this is the drug trade. It will never be seriously addressed until our national security is taken seriously. Drugs have weakened our ability to defend ourselves individually and collectively. They are perhaps nearly completely responsible for the lawlessness we see on streets and country roads across the country. It is a national disgrace, one which could be corrected if we had the will to do so. But it will never be fixed with porous borders and other ports of entry.

    The time for hand wringing is long past. Many around the nation have finally awakened to the reality of this and other problems too long ignored as is evidenced by the election of a political neophyte as our president. With the pace of his work this week toward fulfilling his campaign promises, it would appear that President Trump will come closer to solving this and other serious issues than has anyone of the political chattering class. We can only hope that he succeeds. With our help, he just might do it.

  • Our two cents..

    OWB posted this elsewhere and I opted to share it here:

    Against my better judgement, a few thoughts are proffered on whatever that display was yesterday in Washington, DC.

    What many are asking first is, “What was the point of the exercise?” I would be among those who question if there was any at all. The visuals are certainly obnoxious, so disgusting that we wonder if the only point to it all was to garner negative attention to something which no one has yet articulated. When left to ponder what message we were to get from it, with no sense of direction from the participants, we are given little choice but to make up something. We sane members of society try to make sense of things around us, but sometimes there is no sense to be made. This looks like one of those times.

    If the point was to show that women are as capable as men of using crude language, then they succeeded. Most of us already knew that. Name calling and use of dirty words can be heard in any school yard around the country.

    If the point was to show that somebody somewhere can design a silly hat and knit it up, again, they succeeded. And again, most of us already knew that, but had hitherto given no thought to it. Walk down any street during winter in any town or city in the country when the temperature drops below zero and you will see silly head coverings, many perhaps hand knitted by someone’s grandmother.

    Maybe the point was to show that girls look cute in pink? And what do you call that color which is darker than pink but not really quite red? Raspberry? Claret? Purplish, sorta bluish kinda pink? I dunno, and still don’t care.

    Seriously, about all I got out of all this is that there are a bunch of females in this country who could be manipulated into appearing in public in really stupid looking hats screaming obscenities. Only guessing, but were those same females required to learn to knit to attend this thing? Somebody had to make them. Maybe the males in attendance did the knitting.

    My usual default position is to find something positive or a lesson learned in every situation in life. Still working on how this foolishness contributes anything to our lives other than morbid entertainment.

    Only in America do we so proudly display our loons in public. Makes you wonder if perhaps someone should be criminally charged with abuse of the mentally ill. Putting so many of them in front of TV cameras just seems cruel.

  • If You’ve Jumped Out of Army Aircraft – With a Parachute!

    Preface: Some time ago I did a post here about my late father-in-law. In WWII he was one the first airborne soldiers that went to war. He participated in Operation Market Garden although in a glider. He told me a story or two that his family had never heard. Like being warned to pick up his feet before the glider landed, etc.

    Point of this post is that the family has decided to offer what we have to the museum at Fort Bragg. We are collecting pictures and documents, etc. What we do not YET have is a contact point willing to help us organize the material for presentation to the museum.

    We are just beginning this process and it occured to me that some here might be able to offer clues and insight to help the process along.

    Coupla pix: dan1a_1 dan1a_2