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 →
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.
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 ~
February 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 →
~ 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 Continue reading →
While searching for specific information earlier in the week, I came across the following. To say the least – it left me in shock for several reasons – the first of which because Memorial day is upon us. Secondly because, next week – June 5, 2018 I will look back exactly 50 years ago to my first landing in Vietnam, where within a week I would be assigned to the 498th Medical Co. (Dust Off) – the company for which a part of the following story took place. Although I do not specifically remember David Hertle, our stories overlapped during the same time frame, to the point where we both left the company and Vietnam within two weeks of one another – but there are others….
One final note: The author makes reference within the following about his story having taken place some 30 years before his writings, which now makes this piece 20 years old.
To all of my Brothers who served in the 498th out of Lane Army Heliport – our time and story is nearing its end… I’ll see you at Sundown.
As veterans we see the empty places in our ranks where friends once stood. We see shadows when we remember something funny with them and start to laugh realizing only you will be laughing. And we look across the table or the bar stool next to you and realize that it’s filled with another you don’t recognize because your brother hasn’t been there for a while.
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
~ Foreword ~
While doing some searching on how we are TRACKED by the government (cell phones, etc.) I came across this item I wrote in 2002 that provides more info on how the government goal of TRACKING and controlling American citizens really got started. I had forgotten I had written this but in finding it today and reading it over I thought some on WGEN might like to review the history of how the *massa’s* devised ways to track us and how to use us as collateral for that national debt – mostly owed to China. When China calls in the debt we owe to them how many of us will then be placed in Chinese custody to do their bidding? ~ Jackie Juntti (Granny)
Are we “Federal Children,” owned by the Government?
I was young and was watching TV in the mid to late 70’s and Jane Fonda came on the TV and my dad happen to walk by in the living room and I heard the words “Traitorous fucking Bitch ” as my dad continued to the bedroom. I was very young but smart enough not to ask my dad what all that was about. My Dad did 2 tours in Vietnam and lost friends over there and he was really bitter about how things turned out after the “Peace with Honor”. I finally asked my Dad in the early 80’s right after Jane Fonda “workout Craze”, when I heard him muttering something really ugly ..something about burning in hell with the devil’s pitchfork jammed up her…….Well you get the picture. I asked him and he took a deep breath and explained what the deal was. He knew that I knew a lot of history so I knew a lot of background and would grasp the particulars of what he said. Since then, I and many people my age have said the same thing, talk about generational hate. ~ Mr. Garabaldi Continue reading →
July 24, 2001 – the day that Federalobserver.com was launched. Much has transpired in these nearly seventeen years – and little of it has been good – maybe other than the births of my two eldest granddaughters and the acceptance of the older granddaughter by Arizona State University into the Bio-Medical Engineering program , and yet…
The Federal Observer has limped along these past many years, declining from its high of 6 million (yeah – that magic number) views per month beginning shortly after 9/11. There were few web-sites of its type around then – they are a dime a dozen today – each one copying the other. Continue reading →
Remember the USS Forrestal. There is an old adage that says, “It’s not polite to speak ill of the deceased.” So – I won’t. I will post this NOW – while he is hanging on and still causing trouble. I hope that he is buried with a R(h)INO horn, for it befits him. As a 21 month Veteran of the Viet Nam “war” – I have never had any use for him, nor have I ever voted for him – and had even less respect when he spearheaded the movement to establish relations with his buddies – his captors – who housed him so well and took such good care of the Admiral’s son in Hanoi. He and Senator Ted Kennedy will soon be reunited – in Hell. May his journey be swift. ~ Ed. Continue reading →
What’s happened to our moral compass? When did we lose our sense of direction? The assertion that this country as not based on Judeo-Christian values is simply not true.
Consider the phrase “In God We Trust.” It clearly indicates that this country trusts and bases our very existence on a Higher Power: that was the intent, anyway. Try as we might to deny it, we cannot survive without something, a code, to guide us. It seems apparent that the founders of this country knew that without a solid foundation we would be like a rudderless ship in the ocean at the mercy of the prevailing winds. Something tells me that these foresighted people envisioned our modern age and somehow knew what we would face. They didn’t necessarily know the date or time, but they knew that we would face this crisis of direction and division and that our only hope would be a strong moral compass: that being our trust in that Higher Power. I believe that the founders were well schooled in world history. They understood it. They learned from it. They applied it as they created this country. It’s truly amazing how immutable the truth really is. Continue reading →
Turning 65, my relative is about to retire from her job as a Baltimore City transit bus-driver. She said she is extremely tired of having to deal with black people with entitlement mindsets. Self-preservation has taught her not to argue with thugs boarding her bus, refusing to pay the fare.
Upon asking a gentleman to pay his bus fare, he exploded in anger, ranting about how a black man can’t catch a break in this f****** country. He excoriated my relative for being a black woman unwilling to give a black man a break.
My relative wisely kept silent as not to escalate the situation. She angrily retorted in her brain, “A black man needs to work! Why do you think someone owes you something? I do not like to work. But work is what I must do to enjoy the life I live — my home, car and etc. It is called being a responsible adult, doing what one has to do.” Continue reading →
Lenin is said to have declared that the best way to destroy the capitalist system was to debauch the currency. Lenin was certainly right. The process engages all the hidden forces of economic law on the side of destruction, and does it in a manner which not one man in a million is able to diagnose.
In the latter stages of the war all the belligerent governments practiced, from necessity or incompetence, what a Bolshevist might have done from design. Even now, when the war is over, most of them continue out of weakness the same malpractices. But further, the governments of Europe, being many of them at this moment reckless in their methods as well as weak, seek to direct on to a class known as “profiteers” the popular indignation against the more obvious consequences of their vicious methods. Continue reading →
It matters not what the problems of the nation are – illegal immigration, gun (read, “people“) control, employment, abortion, health, education, welfare or anyone of a hundred or a thousand different issues – the problems will NEVER be resolved by those who we have been repeatedly sending over back to Washington, D.C. – some of them for many decades. Continue reading →
For those regular readers of the Kettle Moraine Publications family of web-sites/Blogs – whatever you wish to call them you’ll note that with one exception, Metropolis Café we have been away for several weeks. Have we been fishing? In a round-about way, I guess so – but not for my usual desirable ‘catch’ – that is only for a past life. I’ll not bore you today with what I have been up to, other than to say it has also affected my daily broadcasts. I have been on extended hiatus there as well. I will return to the airwaves soon, however consider the following… Continue reading →