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Brothers at Family Reunion this summer
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In our house, you never knew who was going to be there when you got up in the morning. We lived in a farming community and it wasn't as dangerous then as it is now.
My Dad would often pick up hitchhikers or anyone walking by the road, especially if he didn't know them.
Dad would ask, "What are you doing here, Who are you, etc. My Dad was always asking questions: sounds like someone else we know, right? And, the amazing thing about Dad is that he would not take "No" for an answer. So funny.
Anyway, one morning, I get up(about 12 years old)and there is this black (African American) guy sleeping on the floor. Now, this was in a era when people were much more prejudice than today. But, my Dad was color blind; what color someone was didn't make any difference to him. This was pretty advanced thinking in those days.
Dad had found this guy walking by the road and picked him up and brought him homebecause he didn't have anywhere to go. The guy didn't have anything but the clothes on his back and they were pretty ragged.
My Mom got pretty mad at my Dad, which she often did; but, if it bothered him, he never showed it. Mom was not quite as tolerant as her other half so Dad made him a little place to sleep out in the barn and he started working with us on the farm. My Mom wouldn't let him eat at the table with us and so I was in charge of taking the food to him.
Our guest almost never spoke, but was good at drawing. He drew these great pictures on everything and when we were on break from working in the field , he would draw amazing pictures in the dirt. He stayed with us for about ten months until the war started in Korea. He join the military and we heard that he was killed in the battle for the Chosen Reservoir. It made us all very sad, especially my Dad.
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Last month 776 soldiers were wounded since the assault to retake the city of Fallujah in 2004 and the fourth largest month since the war began in March 2003.- news credit: Ann Scott Tyson
Washington Post
photo credit: (AFP/Graphic)
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(AP Photo/Paul Sakuma)
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Recently, I read a story about a former pro football player, who earned three super bowl rings, but his career was marked by violence and often questionable play.
He actually settled a lawsuit brought by a teammate for about 500,000 dollars. What did the football player do? He slugged and permanently injured the teammate. After retirement, he started coaching a youth football team on which his son played.
Almost immediately, he was accused of questionable behavior. Duh!!
This story immediately reminded me of an incident growing up. My Dad came to all of my sporting events. I will never forget one baseball game I played in during the 7th grade. Our opponent beat the socks off us. I was upset and threw my glove a couple of times. My Dad made me walk all the way home-five miles- and he drove the car right beside me all the way. He would tell all these stories while driving as though someone was sitting in the seat next to him and then just guffaw(laugh loudly) while I was walking and mumbling and I'd say, "Come on Dad, I want to ride." "No Way." he said. "This car is only for good sports." KT
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Last month 776 soldiers were wounded since the assault to retake the city of Fallujah in 2004 and the fourth largest month since the war began in March 2003.- news credit: Ann Scott Tyson
Washington Post
photo credit: (AFP/Graphic)
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| From E-mail: The Quality Of Troops
 The Quality of troops. For the most part, it seems to me like the troops are great; however, you know they have lowered the standards; and with that, I believe there are some trends.
For example, I believe there is a percentage that have what I refer to as the “street mentality”. I think the syndrome shows itself in several areas...ie., disrespect for life, authority, …sort of survival of the fittest concepts… at least that is what I gather from discussions with commanders, and some of the leaders. They are a drag on the unit because many of them are pushed out administratively...
Because of the pressures of being politically correct many of those in leadership positions believe that is a real kick in the butt. The age of the Stockade for the most part is no more…meaning that commanders don't put soldiers in jail like they use too. They simply throw them out of the service.
Name withheld by request
Referenced Articles:
Quality of the Troops;
Steven Green; Misfits in The Army
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| From E-mail: The White House and Spin
 These guys in the White House just don't get it. They are so used to living in a lie; they don't even realize they're lying or at least not dealing in reality. Everything is reduced to a "spin" in an effort to call a spade anything but a spade.
The latest example, which really epitomizes the situation and which really yanked my chain was Bush denying that the US tortures prisoners. He said that we use "alternative interrogaton procedures." Can you believe it? "Alternative interrogation procedures?" I mean he treats it just as casually as saying
"I've elected to use alternative medicine, or I've chosen another weight loss alternative." Unbelievable. And so insulting to us. And so lacking in class. That whole crew disgusts
me.
Name Withheld
Referenced Articles:
Stryker Brigade; Chain of Command; Casualty of War
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American Casualty Report in Iraq
Thanks to Keyvan Minoukadeh
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