Time for my yearly survivor’s guilt. They are always watching us, and woe betide us to fuck up the gift of life we have been given. Truly believe that when we cross through the Pearly Gates, our betters will be there to debrief and an eternity of ass – chewing is not something I want to endure. Starting with my Great Uncle that was the only survivor of his reinforced company in the Pacific. First Shirt he was, they called him Gramps and Pops. He was 26 and Regular Army in a time that kids were lying about their ages to not only enlist, but help feed their families. Men indeed…
It’s a trip how we westerners have a reward/guilt based culture, whereas middle easterners is honor/shame based.
Also, yeah we as a nation seem to have lost the moral justification for war, which it seems you gotta have to get people to go out and kill other people for you. Speaking as a veteran who’s not been in combat…
“If my sons did not want wars, there would be none.” — Gutle Schnaper, wife of Mayer Amschel Rothschild and mother of his five sons. … World War One started, and it is important to remember that prior to the creation of the Federal Reserve, there was no such thing as a world war.
The Seven Years War was a World War. There was fighting in Europe, America, and Asia. The Napoleonic War was a World War, fighting occurred in the same places. We were just fighting the French not the Germans.
Seems there was a lot of crap going down during the 1910 era.
16th Amendment, Income taxes
17th Amendment, direct popular election (vs state selection) of US senators
Federal Reserve formed.
A plague on all of it!
If I had a time machine and could go back to one time period to change things……..
Fam is shitting on Pappy in his 80s and recovering from surgery.
Might have to road trip with cousin as they are still butthurt over some shit from 40 years ago and that IRS audit ruined the marriage which devastated me as a lil’ shaver.
Abandoning is no way to treat a 101st Airborne Ranger, not on my watch.
I think of those regiments crossing misty fields, all in a row, headed for life and death. I think of those Marines on Guadalcanal, abandoned by the Navy, getting pounded by IJN forces, in the dark and light, and living on short rations, while guys like Mitchell Paige held the back door shut. I think about the Marines at Khe Sanh, getting pounded and coming back for more. And the frozen Marines at Chosin Reservoir. And the guys in the 1st Cav. in Korea, getting a bad reputation because of one battalion, that guys like me in VN 20 years later were still trying to shake. And all those guys in the sand box, putting their lives on the line, and catching hell for it. What does it mean to be a vet? To lead a dogs life, and be treated like a dog thereafter. Ah well, such is the way of a warrior. Semper Fidelis, and Semper Paratus.
Wow, man I never hear Semper Paratus, since I was in.
Most civies don’t even know what the coast guard is!
“Puddle jumpers”, well the Bering Sea near Siberia, Yokosuka, and Guam are more than a puddle jump away, LOL!
We used to joke Semper Erectus!
Funny how I turned out super OCD about having to always be as far ahead of the game as possible (career, etc). So, yeah, always ready.
Weird.
40 years ago, i had a nearly 3 month hospital stay after being injured on duty. several years ago when i was at 20%, i told my VA service rep “i felt like a beaten dog”
well, he got to work for me… it took awhile, but he got me 100%. i still feel like a beaten dog but i was thrown a bone for my troubles.
apparently, the VA determined me at 20% after i was medically discharged in ’86. FUCKERS
i never once visited a VA, contested it, or used any benefits until ’07 after i retired from working. then i had to prove i was actually suffering from disability… after all, “you never complained before and you look pretty damn good for your age”. FUCKERS
it took more than a few years of traveling around the state to see a dozen specialists and evaluations until they finally believed me. FUCKERS
Exactly my experience. Got out (med. ret.) in 1999. 20% for a destroyed spine.
Didn’t go to the VA until 2006. Got it to 40%.
Is sat there until Gretchen came along in 2016 and kicked both MY ass AND the VAs ass, and now I’m within the final push (at 80 r/n)
My veterans day was spent test running emergency diesel generators in a cold rain, soaked and chilled. A far cry from standing feed pump watch 120F+ on a carrier in the Indian Ocean.
All gave some…
BC, have you ever considered, what with your knack for digging, offering a paid service for folks who want to know more about their veteran ancestors? Might be a way to help meet ends.
I think I know pretty much everything there is about both my grandfathers’ service in Europe but I wouldn’t mind throwing you a few shekels to see what you dig up
A time to remember friends and peers who are no longer here. I have a long list. Naz dravi!
Time for my yearly survivor’s guilt. They are always watching us, and woe betide us to fuck up the gift of life we have been given. Truly believe that when we cross through the Pearly Gates, our betters will be there to debrief and an eternity of ass – chewing is not something I want to endure. Starting with my Great Uncle that was the only survivor of his reinforced company in the Pacific. First Shirt he was, they called him Gramps and Pops. He was 26 and Regular Army in a time that kids were lying about their ages to not only enlist, but help feed their families. Men indeed…
Semper Fi
It’s a trip how we westerners have a reward/guilt based culture, whereas middle easterners is honor/shame based.
Also, yeah we as a nation seem to have lost the moral justification for war, which it seems you gotta have to get people to go out and kill other people for you. Speaking as a veteran who’s not been in combat…
“If my sons did not want wars, there would be none.” — Gutle Schnaper, wife of Mayer Amschel Rothschild and mother of his five sons. … World War One started, and it is important to remember that prior to the creation of the Federal Reserve, there was no such thing as a world war.
https://politicalvelcraft.org/2015/03/11/rothschilds-windbags-of-war/
tfA-t lives!
America, Fuck Yeah!
CavMedic
The Seven Years War was a World War. There was fighting in Europe, America, and Asia. The Napoleonic War was a World War, fighting occurred in the same places. We were just fighting the French not the Germans.
Seems there was a lot of crap going down during the 1910 era.
16th Amendment, Income taxes
17th Amendment, direct popular election (vs state selection) of US senators
Federal Reserve formed.
A plague on all of it!
If I had a time machine and could go back to one time period to change things……..
Fam is shitting on Pappy in his 80s and recovering from surgery.
Might have to road trip with cousin as they are still butthurt over some shit from 40 years ago and that IRS audit ruined the marriage which devastated me as a lil’ shaver.
Abandoning is no way to treat a 101st Airborne Ranger, not on my watch.
Sounds like a story worth writing down for family history.
Even if you never share it with anyone else.
I think of those regiments crossing misty fields, all in a row, headed for life and death. I think of those Marines on Guadalcanal, abandoned by the Navy, getting pounded by IJN forces, in the dark and light, and living on short rations, while guys like Mitchell Paige held the back door shut. I think about the Marines at Khe Sanh, getting pounded and coming back for more. And the frozen Marines at Chosin Reservoir. And the guys in the 1st Cav. in Korea, getting a bad reputation because of one battalion, that guys like me in VN 20 years later were still trying to shake. And all those guys in the sand box, putting their lives on the line, and catching hell for it. What does it mean to be a vet? To lead a dogs life, and be treated like a dog thereafter. Ah well, such is the way of a warrior. Semper Fidelis, and Semper Paratus.
Oorah!
Those that did their time in Hell shall be rewarded with Heaven.
Valhalla Awaits
HOOOAH!
A dog’s life, indeed.
ARF! ARF!
Wow, man I never hear Semper Paratus, since I was in.
Most civies don’t even know what the coast guard is!
“Puddle jumpers”, well the Bering Sea near Siberia, Yokosuka, and Guam are more than a puddle jump away, LOL!
We used to joke Semper Erectus!
Funny how I turned out super OCD about having to always be as far ahead of the game as possible (career, etc). So, yeah, always ready.
Weird.
yeah
40 years ago, i had a nearly 3 month hospital stay after being injured on duty. several years ago when i was at 20%, i told my VA service rep “i felt like a beaten dog”
well, he got to work for me… it took awhile, but he got me 100%. i still feel like a beaten dog but i was thrown a bone for my troubles.
I should do that.
apparently, the VA determined me at 20% after i was medically discharged in ’86. FUCKERS
i never once visited a VA, contested it, or used any benefits until ’07 after i retired from working. then i had to prove i was actually suffering from disability… after all, “you never complained before and you look pretty damn good for your age”. FUCKERS
it took more than a few years of traveling around the state to see a dozen specialists and evaluations until they finally believed me. FUCKERS
10%. at. a. time. FUCKERS
Exactly my experience. Got out (med. ret.) in 1999. 20% for a destroyed spine.
Didn’t go to the VA until 2006. Got it to 40%.
Is sat there until Gretchen came along in 2016 and kicked both MY ass AND the VAs ass, and now I’m within the final push (at 80 r/n)
My veterans day was spent test running emergency diesel generators in a cold rain, soaked and chilled. A far cry from standing feed pump watch 120F+ on a carrier in the Indian Ocean.
All gave some…
Hey BCE.
id you run into Hegseth in Gitmo???
Not to my memory… he was a Rakkasan too apparently. He’s got the regimental crest on his left shoulder… a BIG one. Watch for tonight’s update
BC, have you ever considered, what with your knack for digging, offering a paid service for folks who want to know more about their veteran ancestors? Might be a way to help meet ends.
I think I know pretty much everything there is about both my grandfathers’ service in Europe but I wouldn’t mind throwing you a few shekels to see what you dig up