How I spent Sunday Afternoon.
It was fun!
In this Centenary year of the start of the First World War. The colour photograph shows the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Westminster Abbey.
Keen eyes may just spot the American Congressional Medal of Honor placed on the Tomb in the black and white picture. In 1921 the US Congress made the symbolic gesture of a posthumous award of their highest military honour.
The British Government reciprocated the following month by awarding the American Unknown Warrior, at Arlington National Cemetery, with The Victoria Cross.
Even in shaky weather, old airplanes can bring out the little boy in all of us……………………………………
Never, never, never in my life would I ever, ever, ever consider being disrespectful to the Commander In Chief of the United States Armed Forces. Ever.
But today, enough is enough. Bozo Number One insulted the Marines. He’s a jerk.
A coffee cup salute for those rendering honors.
This looks like a Saturday Night Live skit. But it isn’t.
I invite your comments. Civility or kindness is not expected. You can’t excuse this person. Ever.
I reported to the reception station in Oakland for induction into the US Armed Forces.
At the height of Vietnam I was told you would count off by 2s – half for the Army; half for the Marines. I was in the 2nd to last group to be drafted – Sep 72.
I can remember my father getting up at 03:00 to take me to the central post office where a bus would take us to Oakland.
We were welcomed by a horde of draft protesters in the darkness all screaming that “we didn’t have to go”.
That 2 hour bus ride through the darkness was the quietest drive I ever had – each man in his own private thoughts.
At the Oakland Station, a Marine Lt gave us advice that has stuck with me for those 42 years.
He told us about the “10% Rule”.
That is, in any population sample, in any endeavor, 10% f*** it up for the other 90.
Seems to have held true, in my subsequent observations of life.
A few hours later, we were on a bus for Ft Ord, near Monterey.
It is funny where the road takes you. At the time I thought it was a rough patch but looking back – a little over 2 years of Army service – even as a lowly Spec/4 – I am proud of that service.
The bureaucracy sometimes drove me nuts – but the camaraderie – I think about it every day.
And miss it.
Among The Joshua Trees
Arrived at Via Christi Saint Francis Medical Center at 0530.
Got admitted. Went up to the surgical floor.
Out of the clothes and into the gown.
Belly was shaved.
Warm up shot.
Rolled to Pre Op.
IV in each arm.
Second warm up shot.
The last thing I remember was going through the double doors into the OR.
Woke up in the rolling bed going down a passageway surrounded by people.
Got to the room.
Doc and a small squad of nurses doing checks.
One nurse said that I needed to get up and walk!
The answer is not repeatable in mixed company. I assure you of that.
The surgery started at 0800. It was all done by 0945.
Left Kidney had been removed. The Fancy word is nephrectomy.
When I was released 4 days later, Doc Farha told me the pathology said that it was cancer.
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