Freedom
War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself. -- John Stuart Mill
Jimmy Carter, you just need to shut the fuck up. You weren't much of a president, but for years, I admired the things you did. But lately, every time you open your mouth, stupidity rolls out. And that goes for Kanye West, Eric Dyson and the rest of the idiots who think any criticism of Obama is racially driven. Just because we don't like his political views, doesn't mean it's racial. Just because we don't want socialized medicine, doesn't mean it's racial. Just because we don't want to pay more taxes to pay for those who won't work, doesn't mean it's racial. What IS racial is millions of you ghetto scum voting FOR Obama just because he's black. THAT is racial. Threatening white voters trying to get into vote, THAT is racial. Martin Luther King would roll over in his grave at that. In his 'I have a dream' speech, he talked about a society where a man is judged on his character, and not the color of his skin. Obama got elected BECAUSE of the color of his skin. THAT is racial. And if any of you idiots think I'm racist, remember, I supported Colin Powell. I supported Condileeza Rice. I'd vote for them in a heartbeat, and I'd have Powell/Rice bumper stickers on my pickup truck. So. Just, shut the fuck up.
I lot has happened over the last five months. I got married to a very beautiful, very sexy, very wonderful lady. I'm trying to make some moves in my military career, specifically, trying to find either a sergeant major or command sergeant major slot somewhere. I started writing my military experiences on Together We Served. So maybe this will go back to being a personal website. Hopefully, I'll have time to take care of it.
I ran across an article the other day that got me to thinking about what I wanted to do with this blog. I wanted a ‘Now and Then’ about my military career. To talk about what I’ve done, and what I’m doing. This follows that theme, sort of.
I was there, taking pictures for OMC-A. It was cold, snow covering everything outside. That winter, Afghanistan had more snow than they had in the previous eight years combined.
Of the 120 selected, only about 106 showed up. I may not be remembering the exact number right, but it’s what I remembered.

It was a very big affair. Minister Wardak, and other Afghan dignitaries attended the festivities. The cadets passed in review.
Even the Turkish band played. Here’s the post I sent to the Castle back then.


Then last week, I read this. 84 of the original Cadets graduated in January. It’s been four years. Four hard years of studying and learning. Four years of living with other ethnic groups, and hopefully, learning that they are all Afghans first. I’m sure there were conflicts. You don’t put 100 young men together and there not be some conflicts. But you know what, 84 graduated.

84 of Afghanistan’s smartest. The next generation of Afghans. The NEW generation of Afghans. Maybe a generation that doesn’t need the Taliban. Maybe they won’t need the radical, militant side of Islam. Maybe they won’t need the backward, stifling mentality that still drags Afghanistan down. They say it takes a couple generations to change a nation. Maybe this generation will be the start. I wish I had been there to see them as they begin that change…
(Portions of this post were borrowed from an article written by Lt. Col. Susan Meisner, OMC-A PAO.)
My lovely bride to be, AFSis, tagged me. Here are the rules of the 'tag'...
Why is going out and rounding up 7.9 million redneck white trash to register and vote against Obama because he's black is racist, but going out and rounding up 7.9 million ghetto welfare scum to register and vote for Obama because he's black is not racist?

WHAT THE FUCK DO THESE HAVE TO DO WITH THE ECONOMIC BAILOUT????
Wow. Imagine that...
No one likes war. War is a horrific affair, bloody and expensive. Sending our men and women into battle to perhaps die or be maimed is an unconscionable thought.
… is such an ugly word. One would think that after three years of trying to get it done, after years of wanting more in a relationship, that when it finally happens, you’d be happy. It doesn’t quite work that way. The day finally got here, and it wasn’t that happy of an occasion. I could hear the pain I caused at the other end of the phone. The pain I am sorry for causing.
Not just in my ex-wife, but also in my two daughters. Hearing the disappointment in their voices, and seeing it in their eyes, when the man they held up on a pedestal hurt them, was the hardest part. When I said that I had been unhappy for a long time, they took that to mean that I had been unhappy with all of my family life. Nothing could be further from the truth. There were happy times, a lot of them. Most involved family things. The birth of my daughters was indescribable. Watching Aimee get her first hit in a Little League game right after we got her new glasses. Watching Katie catch her first fly ball in left field at practice. Watching Aimee walk across the stage to get her high school diploma, her bachelor’s degree and her Master’s. Looking with surprise at Katie at her senior awards ceremony when she got an award for graduating with a 3.1 gpa. Saluting her as she marched by as she graduated from Air Force basic training, Getting to pin on her wings when she graduated from AWACS school. Walking both down the aisle so they could start their own journeys. Walking around the Smithsonian Museums. Throwing tennis balls at them as they rode their ATCs at my mom and dad’s. Watching them hammer countless nails in the hurricane straps on our house, or pulling cable through the walls. And I’m sure there are things I’m forgetting. I was never unhappy with them. I hope someday that they realize that.
Are there things I could have done to improve my married life? Probably. And I don’t put all the blame on my ex. I’m not the easiest person to live with. But I needed more. That’s why I thought finalizing it would be different. I was wrong. I am ready for the next stage in my life, but that’s the topic for another day. I think I need a beer…or three….
Someone sent this to me. It's pretty cool. It is how most of us in the military feel at times. Just watch it. Oh, the girl in the 'aunt' page is an Air Force public affairs officer I was in Afghanistan with.
I posted this a couple weeks ago or so, but decided that it should stay up at the top for a while. If you want to see the words, go to www.badassmarine.com. It gives me chills every time I watch it. Good kind of chills.
Go watch this video. I tried to post it, but it made my right column go all wonky...
In case you haven't heard, The Library of Congress is collecting stories and memorabilia about war veterans. It's been going on a few years. With only a few World War I veterans left alive, and World War II veterans dieing at a rate of about 1800 a day, it won't be long before there won't be any left to tell their story. Ken Burns has put together a program about World War II, along the same lines as his Civil War series. Click on the link to check out "The War." If you have any family members, friends, neighbors who are war veterans of any war, look for someone recording stories. The Veteran's History Project website has a list of organizations participating. I'm trying to get my reserve unit involved. Since we are print and broadcast journalists, it will give them more experience doing their jobs, and let them hear about how war was fought the old fashioned way. And maybe we'll get a few more stories recorded before they aren't available anymore.
Hey everybody. Nope I haven’t fallen off the edge of the world. With serious knee surgery, powerful drugs, painful physical therapy, a pending divorce, and the holidays, I just haven’t had the time or inclination to do much posting. But I found out something the other day that pisses me off.
On 9 October, the US Army rolled out it's new campaign, Army Strong. It comes with a VERY cool video. Gave me goose bumps..... Here's the official release:



granddaughter's 1st birthday. It's hard to believe she's a year old already. Seems like yesterday I was holding this tiny little thing two weeks old. Now she's one. Next thing you know, she'll be graduating college or getting married or something like that. But for now, she's still my cute little E. She's really a happy little kid. She was up late the night before her birthday because Daddy and Grandma Gordon were heading to San Antonio to watch Daddy's sister graduate from basic training at Lackland Air Force Base, but that's the subject of another post. She had cake, and lots of presents, and cake, and some books from her Papa (that's me...), and...cake... Great Aunt Louise sent her one of those 'Killer Clowns'. She does have a way of winning one's heart. I'm gonna miss the little munchin when I go home. A lot.
It is amazing to me what these guys did. What makes Benavidez do what he did, injured like he was, while others with lesser wounds could do nothing? I'm willing to bet he didn't feel like he was a hero. You have to wonder what was going through his head at the time, or Bellavia's, or Sgt 1st Class Paul Smith's, or Sgt. 1st Class Randy Shughart's or Master Sgt. Gary Gordon's, or... or...
True heroes. Not sports stars, or actors, or singers who are wrongly considered heroes. But truely heroes. The kind that a lot of American families are glad stepped up so that their Soldiers were able to come home, alive. And because of the actions of these MOH recipients and others, a lot of guys did come home alive. And I haven't seen one single article about Staff Sgt. Bellavia in the MSM. Imagine that...