Category Archives: Without Apology

Commentary, views and observations by Publisher, Jeffrey Bennett

Good morning America…

August 21, 2018 ~ What happened at UNC Chapel Hill last night is sickening. This memorial stands in memory of the 1,800 UNC students that were called to service by their State, many of whom lost their lives never returned home to their families. UNC is noteworthy for providing more students to the war than any other university in America. The front of the monument actually depicts a student dropping his textbooks while looking up to a woman symbolizing North Carolina calling him to duty. Continue reading

Seventeen Years and No More Counting

The Purge is 100% complete…

July 24, 2001: The Federal Observer was launched – a mere seven weeks before the tragedy of September of that year.

At that time, few websites of our type existed and there was a tremendous amount of gifted writings to be seen. Somehow we were able to draw from some amazingly unique and talented writers. Many have moved on to what are now BIGGER and maybe better blogs. And far too many of those who became good friends have passed on into the next life. Still others continue to submit their work to Kettle Moraine Publications for posting.

With 17 years of this publication behind us, and 24 years of short-wave, satellite and Network broadcasting behind us, the question comes to me each day – “What difference have we really made?”
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Life was good… I was 10: Jazz on a Summer’s Day (1958)

It’s summer time and I am back home at Coleridge – the place of my birth and my first three years on earth. Uncle Charlie and I are sitting on the grass listening to the (1957) World Series Champions battle it out for another National League pennant. Milwaukee County Stadium was only about an hour away, but we sat on the grass – getting bit by the ants.

Across the country, something else was taking place – something that I was not aware of, even though I knew of many of the “players” and singers. I was introduced to music at an early age – and seven decades later it is still an important part of my sanity.

Tonight – I struck ‘Gold’ – and wasn’t even looking for it. How simple life was back then. How beautiful, enjoyable and exciting – oh – and the America’s Cup trials were beautiful to watch as well.

THIS is our history. Enjoy a Summer’s Day from long ago.

Oh, and the Milwaukee Braves lost to the the New York Yankees in the World Series that Fall.

See you at Sundown…

Jeffrey Bennett

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A Whiter Shade of Stupid

January 26, 2009The subject matter of this column alone, should draw the attention of the NAACP, the KKK, Abe Foxman, Morris Dees, and a sundry of other ‘special interest’ idiots. Do a ‘Google’ search on the term, “white identity”, and 489,000,000 (updated 08.28.18) links will pop up, many articles, blogs and columns being ‘racist’ in nature. It seems that it’s ok to identify with ‘black identity,’ or ‘red identity,’ or ‘Mexican identity,’ or what ever – and that’s ok – but DO NOT identify one’s self as being white – ’cause you ain’t right!

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America’s body lies a-mouldering in the grave

The following was published on the Eve of the 2016 Presidential Election. It is worth the look back at this time. It would seem that we were well ahead of the curve here. See you at Sundown my friends. The Darkness approaches…. ~ J.B.

santafetrailmasseyhanging“I am only walking as God fore-ordained I should walk. All my actions, even the folly leading to this disaster, were decreed to happen long ages before this world began. But I cannot remember a night so dark as to have hindered the coming days, or a storm so furious as to prevent the return of warm sunshine in the country at peace. I, John Brown, am now quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land can never be purged away but with blood. I let them hang me. I forgive them and may God forgive them, for they know not what they do.” ~ Raymond Massey as John Brown, Santa Fe Trail, Warner Bros. Pictures, 1940
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June 5, 1968: ‘Is everybody OK?

Before the shots rang out…

12:15 a.m. (PDT); June 5, 1968: I was waiting in a holding barracks for the order to embark. Several hours earlier as I sat on a bunk bed I began to write a letter to Carole. I wrote to her regarding what I was seeing on the faces of many of my cohorts also waiting for the order – fear, trepidation, concern – and I guess that some didn’t even care.

Shortly after midnight, the word came on the radio that Robert F. Kennedy had been shot at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles after a campaign speech. It shook me hard that night for several reason. Bobby Kennedy had announced his running for the Office of the Presidency on April 1 of that year. Three days later, April 4 – Martin Luther King was assassinated. This was a tough way for a 20 year old to enter a war. Continue reading

Dustoff Medic Remembers Vietnam

On this day in 1968, some ten years after I sat in a bank in Mukwonago, Wisconsin – where I purchased my first silver coins out of a bag in a Vault – I landed in Viet Nam where I would experience a twenty-one month long adventure – one that would guide me for the next half century. Although I was not a Medic – I flew along side them on each flight that I participated in – as a ‘Patient Protector’ and assisted them in many  of their medical procedures – including one particular flight where we were transporting a wounded enemy combatant to a hospital – he grabbed for the Medic’s sidearm once too often, and thus the ‘patient’ learned to fly – from a 3,000 foot altitude. No apologies here – not even to this day so many decades later.

The following is a personal commentary of one of my Brothers. ~ J. B.
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A ‘King’ for a KING…

One of my favorite videos – of the best piece of music ever performed by Elvis Presley. I was going through  a page on Facebook about an hour ago, and the discussion of Presley came up. I had to post the following, and then reading through the viewer comments, what follows the video was well worth the read. I await the end of my Trials. Enjoy. ~ Ed.

As a son of The South, Elvis Presley well knew that “Dixie” is more than a lovely song; it was an anthem of The South and of the Confederate side of The Civil War. Likewise he well knew that The Battle Hymn of the Republic was an anthem of The Union, those who were ready to “die to make men free,” an anthem despised by Southerners (then and now). It was no accident that Elvis created this trilogy, and his meaning is clear. “All our trials will soon be over” when the triumph of the truth is acknowledged and the victory of righteousness is accepted. Elvis was the embodiment of the cultural blending of white and black American culture, a blending that is an important part of America’s greatness. In “The Trilogy” he makes his feelings clear: he loves The South, he is of The South, and he also sees that the victory of true equality for all Americans is The Truth that shall keep marching on in glory. So Elvis was delivering a strong message of reconciliation and racial equality by making the triumphant climax of the song, not Dixie, but The Battle Hymn of The Republic. ~ Rebob Bob

Preface: In the Garden of Eden

“Write drunk; edit sober.” – Ernest Hemingway

~ Preface ~
The Vietnam War in picture 03February 15, 1968 – Being the Chef, bartender and janitor at the off-post Officer and NCO club near the North Point, Germany home of the 619th Ordinance unit, I was cleaning up the club after the monthly combined wives club luncheon, when Holroyd informed me that I had a call from Division Headquarters which I needed to take. It was Frank (our former Company clerk) telling me that my tour of duty was nearly at an end, and asked how many days leave I wanted to take in the States. I told him that I had no desire to return home, “What’s up?” The answer was the one, which most of us dreaded at that time. TET had taken its toll that month in Viet Nam, and I was being called up. “Oh shit,” I thought to myself, but, what the hell? – I was ready for a new adventure anyway. After all – it was easy in the movies, wasn’t it, John Wayne and all? I told Frank that I would take 45 days and began to make my preparations. Continue reading

In the Garden of Eden: A Tribute… and thanks

~ Forewords ~
Several years ago on a reunion trip with several of my cohorts from the rice paddies, the boys went out for lunch, while I stayed behind at the hotel in Newport, California to make some notes and write a bit of remembrance. The three of us had spoken for several years about collaborating on a book about our time together over ‘there’ – but I began to realize that both of the guys were bullshit artists, and really had no desire to follow through, and so I decided to write a preface – to what I hope would become my story about the twenty-one months I spent in the Far East – VietNam. What came out of that several hours of peace, can be read HERE. I would highly recommend that you read it before you continue… but – at your discretion…

As for now – we pick up where we left off… ~ Jeffrey Bennett, Publisher and Veteran
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Do you believe?

There are times late at night and in the wee small hours of the morning, that I return to this song. It has great meaning to me. Whether you are a fan of country music or not – this video has to move you. We all had an ‘Old Man Wrigley’ in our life. Me? I have Granny. ~ J.B.

I raise my hands, bow my head
I’m finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there’s more to life than just what i can see