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U.S.S. Gorge Bush Deploys to Middle East
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Off topic....just a rant as the talk about deployment got me thinking about my time in service and what its like to have family in the military. It helps sometimes just to write. I try to make it a habit not to reveal to much personal information...so no names, addresses etc., just generalities. I find it funny when some posters reveal everything personal about themselves and then get pissed accusing others of stalking them as the only way they could know such personal information.
As a teen.....my first real employment other than part time work while in school....was when I actually worked on the USS Nimitz while it was still under construction in the Newport News Ship yard, as a painter. But...the job was not long lasting, after I had been employed by the Ship Yard for a little over a month...I received another invitation from my rich Uncle Sam, for a quick tour of Asia. One of the last draftees...If I could have held out just another year or so, by enrolling in college as my father desired.....but fate can't be changed..it is what it is.
The service was the best thing that could have happened to me....I retired at the age of 39 with a college education thanks to Uncle Sam. When I retired it was under the Montgomery GI Bill....get your 20 in and you get an instant retirement, no waiting until you are 55...65...etc., whatever the new GI Bill looks like. After 20 I am now retired under the CRPD program (concurrent retirement and disability pay) due to service connected wounds upgraded to 50% after I retired. I then used my VA benefits to get my MBA as it went hand in hand with applied science....applying science to business. Its worked out ok.
But I would never want...I started to say ALLOW.....either of my 2 sons to go into the military. The one is in his 30s...I talked him out of going into the Air Force...but my youngest is something like me...hard headed that needs to find out for himself about things. I suppose its true, apples don't fall far from the tree, I spent the first 30 years of my life playing cowboy to stop from being Indian, then I embraced my heritage after the military in remembrance of my PAP....it must be the blood from my grand pap who was full blooded Cherokee straight off the reservation in Oklahoma. Or it could be that he did not come along until I was close to 50...I was in my late 40s, and I seem to have more patience with him than I did with my 1st son while I was still in the military. My wife is about 10 years younger than me...she came home one day from work and said, I think somethings wrong with me. I said, probably just the change overtaking you...WRONG. It was Change overtaking both of us...starting over. Little League, etc., all the games that little boy's enjoy...and guess who got hooked into helping with the community little league teams?
Indeed.... He has some blood line....Cherokee, German, and Irish on my wife's side. No wonder he's so hard headed. My grand pap migrated back to the south east during the 20s and hooked up with my Granny, both were school teachers...but farmers at heart.
I just hope after he, my son gets his state certified diploma (he is home schooled by his mother, who has a teaching certificate...and works full time at the family pharmacy, I don't know how she manages but she does) ....as I started to say I hope he does not actually follow though on his stated desire to enter a military school...having to promise 6 years of his life for a butter bar. I went into the service as a private...and finished as a W-2 thanks to my college degree...I was offered WO-3...but I retired when they were still rattling sabers for the first gulf war....in the early 90s. One combat tour was enough for me. I don't see how the kids these days manage...some having served 4 full tours of combat. Talk about stress. Makes one wonder why they don't just start the draft again. My younger gets so pissed because I refuse to talk about any combat deployments...or where did you get that scar or that one....as he did come along well after I left the military. I overhead him talking with his older brother one day when he came home for a visit....my oldest said, 'might as well forget it.....he won't say crap about such things.'
The truth? I never wanted to aggrandize anything....I did not want them thinking that it was some kind of game that rewarded you because you were on the right side. Its the worst thing that could happen to any parent....or wife, or now days husband, getting that letter. I have nothing against the military...I guess that I am just a coward at heart...I don't think I could handle out living either of my 2 sons...especially if I thought it was something they done because they thought I wanted them to. So...I lock my mouth on such subjects...not just to them, but everyone. Its nothing to be proud of....I simply wanted my friends who shared in that experience to come home, I was there for them not for God nor country...some did, others did not, and its the one's that did not make it home that come to visit in the middle of a sleepless night. Any little thing can get you thinking about things that you thought you had long buried....the smell of aviation fuel, or fuel oil, the smell of a well oiled hunting rifle...things you can't control or know when they will overtake you. You never forget....it lives with you forever. I don't want my sons exposed to such things if its not necessary.
I know this is somewhat off topic....just thinking out loud..and growing bored with all the left wing gossip. I don't get much time to think as I have a ranch/farm to work...some retirement. So much rain over the past few days...can't get much accomplished other than feeding the stock. And working inside the shop doing some much over due equipment servicing. That's one thing my pap left me....a great piece of land that he worked his ass off to pay for...beginning in the depression era. I remember every time he thought he was about to be square with the bank..something would brake that required another note on the land. But finally...it was his after about 40 years of hard work....it was his. He left the school system because he could not tolerate the open prejudice....he was far more qualified than many that were moved into management positions, he actually had a masters degree....he simply told them what they could do with the school board one day, and started farming full time. My granny taught school well into her 60s.
But enough rambling. I have an early day coming up...and a late evening to follow...so far behind. If this offends anyone...simply consider the source.....from someone attempting to scare off the ghosts from a foggy memory.
As a teen.....my first real employment other than part time work while in school....was when I actually worked on the USS Nimitz while it was still under construction in the Newport News Ship yard, as a painter. But...the job was not long lasting, after I had been employed by the Ship Yard for a little over a month...I received another invitation from my rich Uncle Sam, for a quick tour of Asia. One of the last draftees...If I could have held out just another year or so, by enrolling in college as my father desired.....but fate can't be changed..it is what it is.
The service was the best thing that could have happened to me....I retired at the age of 39 with a college education thanks to Uncle Sam. When I retired it was under the Montgomery GI Bill....get your 20 in and you get an instant retirement, no waiting until you are 55...65...etc., whatever the new GI Bill looks like. After 20 I am now retired under the CRPD program (concurrent retirement and disability pay) due to service connected wounds upgraded to 50% after I retired. I then used my VA benefits to get my MBA as it went hand in hand with applied science....applying science to business. Its worked out ok.
But I would never want...I started to say ALLOW.....either of my 2 sons to go into the military. The one is in his 30s...I talked him out of going into the Air Force...but my youngest is something like me...hard headed that needs to find out for himself about things. I suppose its true, apples don't fall far from the tree, I spent the first 30 years of my life playing cowboy to stop from being Indian, then I embraced my heritage after the military in remembrance of my PAP....it must be the blood from my grand pap who was full blooded Cherokee straight off the reservation in Oklahoma. Or it could be that he did not come along until I was close to 50...I was in my late 40s, and I seem to have more patience with him than I did with my 1st son while I was still in the military. My wife is about 10 years younger than me...she came home one day from work and said, I think somethings wrong with me. I said, probably just the change overtaking you...WRONG. It was Change overtaking both of us...starting over. Little League, etc., all the games that little boy's enjoy...and guess who got hooked into helping with the community little league teams?
Indeed.... He has some blood line....Cherokee, German, and Irish on my wife's side. No wonder he's so hard headed. My grand pap migrated back to the south east during the 20s and hooked up with my Granny, both were school teachers...but farmers at heart.
I just hope after he, my son gets his state certified diploma (he is home schooled by his mother, who has a teaching certificate...and works full time at the family pharmacy, I don't know how she manages but she does) ....as I started to say I hope he does not actually follow though on his stated desire to enter a military school...having to promise 6 years of his life for a butter bar. I went into the service as a private...and finished as a W-2 thanks to my college degree...I was offered WO-3...but I retired when they were still rattling sabers for the first gulf war....in the early 90s. One combat tour was enough for me. I don't see how the kids these days manage...some having served 4 full tours of combat. Talk about stress. Makes one wonder why they don't just start the draft again. My younger gets so pissed because I refuse to talk about any combat deployments...or where did you get that scar or that one....as he did come along well after I left the military. I overhead him talking with his older brother one day when he came home for a visit....my oldest said, 'might as well forget it.....he won't say crap about such things.'
The truth? I never wanted to aggrandize anything....I did not want them thinking that it was some kind of game that rewarded you because you were on the right side. Its the worst thing that could happen to any parent....or wife, or now days husband, getting that letter. I have nothing against the military...I guess that I am just a coward at heart...I don't think I could handle out living either of my 2 sons...especially if I thought it was something they done because they thought I wanted them to. So...I lock my mouth on such subjects...not just to them, but everyone. Its nothing to be proud of....I simply wanted my friends who shared in that experience to come home, I was there for them not for God nor country...some did, others did not, and its the one's that did not make it home that come to visit in the middle of a sleepless night. Any little thing can get you thinking about things that you thought you had long buried....the smell of aviation fuel, or fuel oil, the smell of a well oiled hunting rifle...things you can't control or know when they will overtake you. You never forget....it lives with you forever. I don't want my sons exposed to such things if its not necessary.
I know this is somewhat off topic....just thinking out loud..and growing bored with all the left wing gossip. I don't get much time to think as I have a ranch/farm to work...some retirement. So much rain over the past few days...can't get much accomplished other than feeding the stock. And working inside the shop doing some much over due equipment servicing. That's one thing my pap left me....a great piece of land that he worked his ass off to pay for...beginning in the depression era. I remember every time he thought he was about to be square with the bank..something would brake that required another note on the land. But finally...it was his after about 40 years of hard work....it was his. He left the school system because he could not tolerate the open prejudice....he was far more qualified than many that were moved into management positions, he actually had a masters degree....he simply told them what they could do with the school board one day, and started farming full time. My granny taught school well into her 60s.
But enough rambling. I have an early day coming up...and a late evening to follow...so far behind. If this offends anyone...simply consider the source.....from someone attempting to scare off the ghosts from a foggy memory.
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Far from offensive Ralph. You have lived (and are living) a full life dealing with a wide variety of circumstances, pleasure, pain and experience. Much more than any life long politician could ever attempt to understand. You represent the majority of men of a certain age in our country who have lived through the horrors of war, dealt with it as best you could, worked hard, raised a family and simply want to live in peace. You represent a majority of Americans in that sense. Thank-you so much for sharing a slice of your life. 
I don't give half a farthing what you entertain, ignorant cretin.
oh jeese...lol..is that Jimmy Page remastered cuts we posted before that sounded so good?
PS. Ralph , thanks for sharing.
Oh geeeez, I screwed up that link, try this......................
I don't know if this was the one of the remastered cuts.
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I was being ironic.
my bad Mott. sorry
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Don't bother, you will just get a load of bullshit from him.
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