Category: We Remember

  • The poppies of London’s Tower

    The poppies of London’s Tower

    London Poppies

    Gravel sent us the picture above from his friend in London of this “modern art” display in the UK and I guess it’s had a bigger impact than even the artist, Tom Piper, imagined, if we are to believe Stephen Pollard who writes in the UK’s Express;

    In my near 50 years on the planet I can’t think of anything that has come close to the impact of the sea of poppies at the Tower of london.

    Earlier this week I saw for myself the astonishing spectacle of another sea – the sea of men, women, boys and girls who have queued up in vast numbers to see the poppies with their own eyes.

    But even the majority of us who have seen the poppies only on TV and in the newspapers are awed by the majesty and the beauty.

    Tom Piper, the theatrical set designer behind the genius idea – it’s an over- used word but surely merited – has managed something astonishing. He has created an artwork that is both breathtakingly beautiful and redolent with meaning.

    There are more pictures at the Tower of London’s website. The Telegraph says that workers are already dismantling the display. Of course, you probably know that the display was meant to mark the centenary of World War I.

  • New Monument to be unveiled at Camp Pendleton

    New Monument to be unveiled at Camp Pendleton

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    The folks at Hope for Warriors write to tell us about a new monument that will be unveiled Wednesday at 2PM at the Marine Corps’ Camp Pendleton at the entrance to the Wounded Warrior Battalion (West). The monument is styled after the photo taken by combat photographer Lucian Read in Fallujah, Iraq;

    On November, 13, 2004, as battle raged, then 1st Sgt. Bradley Kasal, USMC, risked his life for the lives of his Marines. Kasal pushed through enemy fire to shield a wounded Marine from a grenade explosion. In turn, two Marines ran into the house without weapons to rescue Kasal. The photograph depicts Chris Marquez and Dane Shaffer, both lance corporals in the U.S. Marine Corps, carrying a bloody Kasal out of the house to safety.

    The sculpture was created by artist John Phelps, a man who understands firsthand the weight of war. His son, Lance Corporal Chance Phelps, USMC, was killed in action in April 2004. The HBO® movie, Taking Chance, chronicled the journey of the Marine escort who brought Lance Cpl. Phelps home. Since the loss of his son, Mr. Phelps has become an advocate for wounded service members and other Gold Star families. He is heavily involved with both Hope For The Warriors® as an Ambassador of Hope® and coordinator for the Outdoor Adventures Program.

  • What Veteran’s Day Means To Me

    My favorite book is To Kill a Mockingbird.  Close to the end of the book, after Scout has walked Arthur (Boo) Radley home is this passage;

    “Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them, just standing on the Radley porch was enough.”

    I was sent the essay below by someone very close to me.  It offers a different perspective, one that is shared by all too many people. In short it offers us the chance to stand on her porch.

    What Veteran’s Day Means To Me

    Holidays are always hard on me.  I dread them with a passion.  If it weren’t for giving my 8-year old son memories and teaching him what they are about, I would disregard them altogether.

    I have never served in the military, but my brother did.  He was killed in an accident while serving aboard the USS Coral Sea in 1988.  He died on my 14th birthday.  Even though it has been 26 years, that pain is still very real and very raw.  Especially on holidays.

    Most people enjoy Veteran’s Day for many reasons.  Some of those reasons are selfish, such as a paid day off of work, or going to a parade, or even the great Veteran’s Day sales.  Very much like Christmas, the true meaning is lost on many.

    I live in a small community.  We only started having Veteran’s Day parades in the past few years.  I took my son for the first time last year because he was in the Boy Scouts and they were part of the ceremony.

    Going to a Veteran’s Day ceremony is torture for me.  I see all these fine men and women in their uniforms and listen to the speeches about time served and lives lost.  I have yet to hear Taps played and a 21 gun salute without totally losing every ounce of dignity I have left and bawling like a little girl.  Luckily, a retired Navy man who knows my circumstances saw me last year and came to basically hold me up while I tried to keep from making a total fool of myself.  Even though I would never disrespect those who have served in any way, I go somewhere else in my mind while all of this is going on, so that I don’t have to think about my tremendous loss.  I leave as quickly as humanly possible so I can go home and mourn in private.

    There are two ways I look at Veteran’s Day.  First, I am eternally grateful to all who have served and continue to serve.  I have many, many friends who are veterans.  My boyfriend is a veteran.  His son is currently serving. Two of my best friends are veterans. I am friends with at least fifty of my brother’s shipmates.  I honor them and all veterans on this and every day. To me, there are few things in this world more honorable than defending this country.

    The second way I view Veteran’s Day is it yet another day of mourning and remembering what I have lost. To be honest, I hate it like I hate all other holidays and days of significance.  Yes, it has been almost 27 years.  But I have lost much more than a sibling.  I lost my protector, years of spending time with him, his wedding, his children, his contribution to our family and society.  And yes, he was my hero, but he was much more.  I have not read ONE negative word about him on any blog or website. He was known to be a hard worker, a great guy, a comedian.  But he was so very much more.  He was my only brother. He was my hero. He was my defender. He was my world.  And he is gone.

    So every time these fake pieces of shit put on a uniform and medals they didn’t earn, they are disrespecting him and everything he lived and died for.  I have no doubt there is a special place in hell for them, along with the Westboro Baptist Church members. All I can say to them is karma is an evil bitch with PMS.  May God not have mercy on their souls.

     

    The lady that wrote this is one of the kindest and most honest people I have ever known.

    I have seen the pain and anguish that the loss of her brother has caused.  I have seen the genuine passion that she has in supporting all  current and former members of the military.

    I cannot think of a better example of true strength and real courage than that of a Gold Star Family.

  • Purple Hearts Reunited Does Good – Again

    This time, the medal involved is a Purple Heart awarded posthumously to a US soldier killed in Vietnam in 1966 during an ambush.  The linked story gives the details.

    The lady was just a toddler at the time of her father’s demise.  Her mom initially received her father’s Purple Heart – but gave it to her when she turned 18.

    Years later it disappeared.  Soon she’ll have it back – courtesy of Purple Hearts Reunited.

    Well done, Zachariah Fike and Purple Hearts Reunited.  Damn well done.

    If you have some spare dollars – IMO you could do far worse than to send a few of them Purple Hearts Reunited’s way.

  • A Legend Has Passed

    Jack Bruce has passed.  He died on 25 October 2014 of liver disease, aged 71.

    Yeah, I’m guessing that his admittedly heavy use of chemicals may well have been partly to blame.  That was his choice in life.

    If you’re thinking you recall the name, you should.  If you ever heard anything by Cream – Bruce was the one that provided the bass, and probably wrote most or all of the song.  He was a damn talented and innovative musician and a groundbreaking bassist for popular music.

    Bruce was also one helluva songwriter.  Reputedly, the one featured below was mostly his – as were most of Cream’s songs.  It all evens out, I guess; though a guy named Eric gets the kudos for his guitar work thereon, Bruce ended up with more of the royalties.

    RIP, Jack.  We hardly knew ye.


  • Guest Post; September 11, 2001 – Timeline

    The following was written by MCPO USN NYC (Ret) and posted at his request;

    Lest we forget 13 years ago today . . .

     

    7:59 am – American Airlines Flight 11, a Boeing 767 with 92 people aboard, takes off from Boston’s Logan International Airport en route to Los Angeles.

    8:14 am – United Airlines Flight 175, a Boeing 767 with 65 people aboard, takes off from Boston; it is also headed to Los Angeles.

    8:19 am – Flight attendants aboard Flight 11 alert ground personnel that the plane has been hijacked; American Airlines notifies the FBI.

    8:20 am – American Airlines Flight 77 takes off from Dulles International Airport outside of Washington, D.C. The Boeing 757 is headed to Los Angeles with 64 people aboard.

    8:24 am – Hijacker Mohammed Atta makes the first of two accidental transmissions from Flight 11 to ground control (apparently in an attempt to communicate with the plane’s cabin).

    8:41 am – United Airlines Flight 93, a Boeing 757 with 44 people aboard, takes off from Newark International Airport en route to San Francisco. It had been scheduled to depart at 8:00 am, around the time of the other hijacked flights.

    8:46 am – Mohammed Atta and the other hijackers aboard American Airlines Flight 11 crash the plane into floors 93-99 of the North Tower of the World Trade Center, killing everyone on board and hundreds inside the building.

    8:47 am – Within seconds, NYPD and FDNY forces dispatch units to the World Trade Center, while Port Authority Police Department officers on site begin immediate evacuation of the North Tower.

    9:03 am – Hijackers crash United Airlines Flight 175 into floors 75-85 of the WTC’s South Tower, killing everyone on board and hundreds inside the building

    9:08 am – The FAA bans all takeoffs of flights going to New York City or through the airspace around the city.

    9:21 am – The Port Authority closes all bridges and tunnels in the New York City area.

    9:24 am – The FAA notified NEADS of the suspected hijacking of Flight 77 after some passengers and crew aboard are able to alert family members on the ground.

    9:37 am – Hijackers aboard Flight 77 crash the plane into the western façade of the Pentagon in Washington, D.C., killing 59 aboard the plane and 125 military and civilian personnel inside the building.

    9:59 am – The South Tower of the World Trade Center collapses.

    10:07 am – After passengers and crew members aboard the hijacked Flight 93 contact friends and family and learn about the attacks in New York and Washington, they mount an attempt to retake the plane. In response, hijackers deliberately crash the plane into a field in Somerset County, Pennsylvania, killing all 40 passengers and crew aboard.

    10:28 am – The World Trade Center’s North Tower collapses, 102 minutes after being struck by Flight 11.

    5:20 pm – The 47-story Seven World Trade Center collapses after burning for hours; the building had been evacuated in the morning, and there are no casualties, though the collapse forces rescue workers to flee for their lives.

    8:30 pm – President Bush addresses the nation, calling the attacks “evil, despicable acts of terror” and declaring that America, its friends and allies would “stand together to win the war against terrorism.”

    . . .

    Editorial Note: At approximately 0100 on May 2, 2011, a 79 member joint team, including MWD Cairo, delivered by the Night Stalkers and operating with Naval Special Warfare Development Group (DEVGRU aka SEAL Team SIX) RED Squadron raided a compound in Abbottabad, Pakistan and killed Osama bin Laden with one shot to the head followed by another shot to the chest. Mission Commander of OPERATION NEPTUNE SPEAR and DEVGRU RED Squadron OIC on scene reported, “for God and country … Geronimo, Geronimo, Geronimo”, and then, after being prompted for confirmation, “Geronimo E.K.I.A.” (enemy killed in action). Within 24 hours of his death, the lifeless and soulless body of bin Laden was unceremoniously dumped in to the Indian Ocean by a lone junior Sailor from the USS Carl Vincent for the sharks and sea snakes to feed upon.

  • The Traveling Enigma

    The Traveling Enigma

    Since this time last year I have been to 20 some odd states. I love to travel. I love being on the road and meeting new people. I have learned that no matter where I go. I can always find someone who is proud to be from wherever I am. I have seen the human race at it’s best and at it’s worst. There are many time I rediscover someplace that I have already been and in a few cases lived. Norfolk Va and the surrounding area is a perfect example of that. I thought I knew Norfolk, it was my home port.

    I was fortunate enough to spend some time there again over Labor Day Weekend. I went on a harbor tour aboard the Victory Rover I saw a sight I have not seen in 2 decades, pier 12 at Norfolk Navel Base from the water. The last time I saw it I was manning the rails as we pulled into port. This time I was standing on the bow of the boat as a pod of dolphins swam around us. A big shout out to the Captain and crew of the Victory Rover, it was a very informative and fun trip. The Captain knew his business and it was well worth the very reasonable cost.

    While in Norfolk I spent some time at Nauticus There are two Museums there as well as the USS Wisconsin (BB-64).
    The Hampton Roads Naval Museum is operated by the US Navy. I was hoping to be awed but sadly it fell short. I noticed several discrepancies in displays and the in my opinion it failed to tell a story. The admission was free and I did enjoy seeing the exhibits but it could have been so much better.

    My experience touring the Battle Ship was less than stellar. So much so that I reached out to Nuaticus about it. They were very concerned and took the time to to listen to my complaints and respond. What I learned opened my eyes. Its no secret that I am not a big fan of Museum Ships. I feel like most of the places that have them let them run down to the point that they are no longer safe. Norfolk and Nauticus learned from other ships and are taking the time to make sure that the spaces that are opened are ready for the public. They spend a great deal of time and money on preservation, as they should. They get very little funding from the State of Virginia, none from the government and a little help from the city of Norfolk. Yet they have been able to maintain the condition of the ship. They open it free of charge to Military and Veterans groups for Celebrations and events such as retirements and other services. They are constantly trying to find better ways to educate the public. My complaints were heard and acted on. I will visit again.

    I also went to the Mariners Museum. It was great. I felt like I had stepped back in time. I highly recommended anyone going to the area see it. The admission price is very reasonable and well worth it. This is also the USS Monitor Center. Seeing the artifacts and the Herculean efforts put into preserving them was incredible. I could write pages on what I saw but to keep it short I can only say I was fascinated. I could spend days there.

    There was one place that really kind of got to me. I will admit I had to wipe a tear or two away. It was the Armed Forces Memorial There are letters written home from service men cast in bronze, They look like they have been scattered by the wind across the paving stones. It was only as I got ready to walk out that I saw inscribed on the wall at the entrance gate these words “We leave you our Deaths Give them Meaning”
    I have seen so many War Memorials that were good. This one is great because of its simplicity.

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  • John Walker Dies in Prison

    The     traitorous bastard     convicted Soviet spy named John Walker has died.  Though scheduled for release next year after serving 30 years of a life sentence, he did not live long enough to see another day as a free man.

    For those of you who are unfamiliar with Walker’s treachery – and the results of same – a short version can be found here.

    Rot in hell, Walker.  Hopefully this means Zarkman now has a 2nd roomate.

     

    (Hat tip to TAH reader ohio for posting the link regarding Walker’s demise in comments.)