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Most of you I’m sure don’t remember what happened on this day 49 years ago, but as a former member of VQ-1 I certainly do. It happened before my watch, but it was a tragedy nonetheless and should never be forgotten.
If you never saw our aircraft, our informal call sign was Peter Rabbit, and we had either the Black Bat and Lightning Bolt (because of our association with the Black Bat Squadron) on the tail or the infamous Playboy Bunny.
So today as you go about your busy lives, please take a moment and think of these brave 31 souls who gave their all for our freedom. The politicians won’t, they didn’t then during the Pueblo incident and they won’t now.
The full story is below…
At 07:00 local time of Tuesday, 15 April 1969, an EC-121M of the U.S. Navy’s Fleet…
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Not long after the daring Royce Raid occurred, the Allies would surprise the Japanese with another raid that wound up on the front page of newspapers across the U.S. With the anniversary of the Doolittle Raid next week, we wanted to share a couple of stories from The National WWII Museum’s interviews of two men who were there.
Vice Admiral William P. Lawrence, USN
This week our nation recognized April 9 as National Former Prisoner of War Recognition day. As with previous administrations, President Trump made the act official via presidential proclamation.
The declaration proclaims the day as an opportunity to pay homage to the courageous warriors who endured time in enemy hands and returned with honor to their families. As well, it reminds us of the continued active engagement former POWs have in their communities.
Though there were many to consider, we chose to highlight William P. Lawrence. He is the namesake of USS William P. Lawrence and embodies the concept of continued service to the utmost. As a former Vietnam conflict prisoner of war who went on to become one of the Navy’s highest ranking officers, Lawrence is the epitome of a true American hero. Vietnam War POW, Vice Admiral James B. Stockdale, evaluating…
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Torpedoman First Class Henry Breault
The Only Enlisted Submariner Ever To Be Awarded The Medal Of Honor Locked Himself Inside A Sinking Submarine
For those who sail beneath the surface of the sea, there are few greater fears than permanently descending to the depths alive. The movies would play this horror scene out time and time again as you watched the sailors press their faces to the ceiling of a room slowly filling with water.
But for one such man, that was the fate he chose for himself when he voluntarily locked himself inside a sinking submarine descending to the bottom. For his actions that day, Henry Breault would become the first and only Submariner ever to be awarded the Medal of Honor.
Torpedoman First Class Henry Breault was born in Connecticut at the turn of the century in 1900. Born to be a sailor, Breault would enlist in the…
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There’s a scene in the film, “Dave,” where the President, I mean the guy pretending to be the President, whose name is “Dave (played by Kevin Kline but Costner would have been better),” asks the real Vice President (played by Ben Kingsley) how he got started. He says to Dave:
“I was a shoe salesman. Not very happy about it. One day, my wife says to me, “why don’t you try running for office? You know, you talk about it all the time. Why don’t you just go do it?”
For at least three years, probably more, I have been talking about the great American Dream for myself, that is, to be my own boss and run my own business. And now that the proper opportunity has come along, I panicked and thought that I should do something else, anything else, until my wonderful wife reminded me that if I don’t take this chance, it may never come along again. Then I’ll spend the rest of my life wondering what might have been and whether or not I should have taken a chance and given it a shot. Read the rest of this entry
So the house is a mess as I started building my Home Office/Studio late yesterday. I have rearranged my various homes and apartments numerous times in my life, but this time it’s proving to be a challenge. With a four year old who is NOT at all happy with change, and with the idea that the other half of the space will now be his “bedroom,” to my knees and fifty-one year old back not remembering why I started getting rid of so many books a few years back, and it was not just because of the invention of the Kindle! By the by, the Kindle has now been declared bad. By bad, I mean that the Main Stream Media has decided that the device is both “uncool” and environmentally unfriendly. I’m serious. You can READ IT HERE. Read the rest of this entry
So it’s been a week since I quit my job as a Talk Radio Show Host. There were reasons why I quit that would be pretty obvious to anybody who has ever worked at a creative enterprise managed by disconnected and micro-management folks. Needless to say, it’s been an odd week, with moments of great stress and moments that feel like I dumped an 800lbs gorilla off my back. Its weird, since technically today is my first day unemployed. I have never been unemployed before, and frankly, it’s a weird feeling.
I had originally decided that I was going to spend “a few weeks” – however that is defined – going Mr. Mom, which would be great. Ben and I have spent the time doing things like going to Kanga Zoom, getting haircuts, and even going to Wendy’s to get chocolate Frosty’s.
I have a couple of writing projects and a home office/studio to get set up so that some projects, like CONSTITUTION THURSDAY can continue. I have been asked by some to do a regular podcast, and I have a plan for a few months from now to go into business for myself. But for now, I am going to actually relax a bit. Read the rest of this entry
By way of explanation, I attended two different schools in the 5th Grade. Not because we moved or anything like that, I was “bussed” as a result of Court ordered desegregation of Denver’s public schools. So for half a day I left Doull Elementary School and rode a bus to downtown Denver to Eagleton Elementary, which – at that time – still resided in a building built in the 1890s. It might have been one of the coolest things ever. Not only did we spend half the year in the original building, but we also got to break in the new building.
We formed the “Wolves of America” Club, but only for those of us that had winter coats with that bit of fake fur around the edge of the hood, and after the move to the new building, we were allowed to throw rocks and break windows in the old building. Stuff they’d never allow today – exclusionary clubs and rock throwing. School was great! Plus, we got to meet the legendary Pat Haggerty, who came to visit on career day, which was funny in that we were 5th Graders, and the only idea we had of “career” was that someday there would be a time when we would not be able to howl at each other like wolves or throw rocks at eighty-three year old windows.
I don’t say this lightly, it was probably my favorite year of school. Read the rest of this entry