Wednesday, November 13, 2019

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To All,

A bit of history and some tidbits.


This Day in Naval History

Nov. 13

1776 The Continental Navy ship Alfred, commanded by John Paul Jones, along with Continental sloop Providence, commanded by Hoysted Hacker, capture the British transport Mellish, carrying winter uniforms later used by Gen. George Washingtons troops. Three days later, Alfred captures the British brig Hetty off the New England coast.

1942 Cmdr. Herbert E. Schonland, Rear Adm. Norman Scott, Boatswains Mate First Class Reinhardt J. Keppler, and Capt. Daniel J. Callaghan courageously fight enemy forces during the Naval Battle of Guadalcanal. Schonland later receives the Medal of Honor for his actions, while Scott, Keppler, and Callaghan posthumously receive the Medal of Honor for their actions.

1942 Gunners Mate Third Class Kenneth J. Spangenberg is killed on board USS San Francisco in the Battle of Savo Island and posthumously awarded the Navy Cross.

1942 All five Sullivan brothers are lost when the USS Juneau (CL 52) is destroyed during the naval Battle of Guadalcanal.

1944 Aircraft from Carrier Task Groups 38.1, 38.3, and 38.4 attack Japanese shipping and port facilities at Manila and central Luzon.

1952 During the Korean War, USS Toledo (CA 133) carries out Operation "Counter-Punch against Kojo gun emplacements. Three direct hits are reported.

1957 The first firing of a Regulus II bombardment missile takes place at Edwards Air Force Base, California.

1976 The lead ship of the newly created Los Angeles-class submarine, USS Los Angeles (SSN 688), is commissioned.

1980 VFA-125 at NAS Lemoore, CA, is established as the first squadron to train Sailors and Marines to fly and maintain F/A-18 Hornets.

2017 Retired Navy Capt. Thomas J. Hudner Jr., who earned the Medal of Honor during the Korean War, passes away. On Dec. 4, 1950, Hudner crashed his own plane in order to aid downed fellow aviator Ensign Jesse L. Brown, who had been shot down by enemy anti-aircraft fire.

Thanks to CHINFO

Executive Summary:

Executive Summary:

• After completing three months of electrical repair work, USS Harry S. Truman is expected to deploy soon, reports Defense & Aerospace Report.

• Guided missile cruiser USS Chancellorsville transited the Taiwan Strait on Tuesday, multiple outlets report.

• Breaking Defense reports the Marine Corps held a new exercise, called Marine Air-Ground Task Force Warfighting Exercise, that implements the Commandant's Planning Guidance.


Today in History November 13


In the Swiss-Burgundian Wars, Swiss infantry shatters the army of Charles the Bold at Hericourt near Belfort, countering his march to Lorraine.


Texans officially proclaim independence from Mexico, and calls itself the Lone Star Republic, after its flag, until its admission to the Union in 1845.


The London-to-Paris telegraph begins operation.


South Carolina's legislature calls a special convention to discuss secession from the Union.


Lewis Carroll writes in his diary, "Began writing the fairy-tale of Alice--I hope to finish it by Christmas."


New Mexico Governor Lew Wallace offers amnesty to many participants of the Lincoln County War, but not to gunfighter Billy the Kid.


The first metal dirigible is flown from Tempelhof Field in Berlin.


Paul Corno achieves the first helicopter flight.


The brassiere, invented by Caresse Crosby, is patented.


New York's Holland Tunnel officially opens for traffic.


U.S. Supreme Court rules in Hansberry v. Lee that African Americans cannot be barred from white neighborhoods.


A German U-boat, the U-81 torpedoes Great Britain's premier aircraft carrier, the HMS Ark Royal. The ship sinks the next day.


Lt. Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower flies to Algeria to conclude an agreement with French Admiral Jean Darlan..


Charles de Gaulle is elected president of France.


Harvard's Paul Zoll becomes the first man to use electric shock to treat cardiac arrest.


The U.S. Supreme Court unanimously strikes down two Alabama laws requiring racial segregation on public buses.


Anti-war protesters stage a symbolic "March Against Death" in Washington, DC.


A powerful tropical cyclone strikes the Ganges Delta region of East Pakistan (now Bangladesh), causing an estimated half-million deaths in a single night; the Bhola cyclone is regarded as the worst natural disaster of the 20th century.


The Vietnam Veterans Memorial dedicated in Washington, DC.


Some 23,000 people die when the Nevado del Ruiz erupts, melting a glacier and causing a massive mudslide that buries Armero, Columbia.


Compact of Free Association: the Federated States of Micronesia, the Republic of the Marshall Islands, and the Republic of Palau—places US troops wrested from Japanese control in WWII—become sovereign nations, associated states of the United States.


Hans-Adam II becomes Prince of Liechtenstein (1989– ) upon the death of his father, Franz Joseph II.


Articles of impeachment passed against Philippine President Joseph Estrada.


US President George W. Bush signs an executive order allowing military tribunals against foreigners suspected of connections to planned or actual terrorist acts against the US.


This week in Naval history from NHHC

Click on the highlighted items for much more information

On Nov. 13, 1942, all five Sullivan brothers were lost when USS Juneau was destroyed during the Naval Battle of Guadalcanal. In commemoration of this tragic event, this week's webpage of the week is The Sullivan Brothers, located in the disasters and phenomena section of NHHC's website. On this page are links to a number of resources, including blogs, transcripts of the brothers' service, U.S. Navy policy regarding family members serving together at sea, Juneau and Battle of Guadalcanal information, digital resources about the battle, and information on ships named in honor of the Sullivans. Check out this page today and learn more about what happened on this day in history.

On Nov. 12, 1942, Lt. Cmdr. Bruce McCandless displayed superb initiative by assuming command of USS San Francisco during the Naval Battle of Guadalcanal after all other personnel on the navigating and signal bridges were rendered unconscious, killed, or wounded. McCandless boldly continued to engage the enemy, leading San Francisco to victory. For his "conspicuous gallantry and exceptionally distinguished service," McCandless received the Medal of Honor on Dec. 12, 1942. Soon after the battle, he was promoted to commander.


Thanks to Mighty Thunder at

Arlington Cemetery – Tomb of the Unknown Soldier – Tribute to the Sentinels


Thanks to Micro

Just a reminder: While politicians hold their positions in the safe confines of our nation's capital, protected by these same men and women, and receive full-pay retirement after serving five years.

It's not true. Federal elected officials are Federal employees and have exactly the same benefits as every other Federal employee. If they're eligible for retirement, they may receive something when they retire, no sooner than age 55 and then only if they've served a total of 30 years in the government. Otherwise, they get a small amount, dependent on their salary and years of employment, when they reach full retirement age.

The last time I looked it up, the average retirement income from Members of Congress and Senators was about $35,000 a year, as I recall. Of course, some receive more, but most receive less.

Should military get more? Of course. At the very least, our military retirement should not be taxed, either Federally or by the States. But that's a dream, not a reality.



A bit of Humor

thanks to CS and Dutch

~ When one door closes and another door opens, you are probably in prison.
~ To me, "drink responsibly" means don't spill it!

~ When I say, "The other day" I could be referring to any time between yesterday and 15 years ago.
~ Interviewer: "So, tell me about yourself." Me: "I'd rather not. I kinda want this job."
~ Cop: "Please step out of the car." Me: I'm too drunk. You get in."
~ I remember being able to get up without making sound effects.
~ I had my patience tested. I'm negative.
~ Remember, if you lose a sock in the dryer, it comes back as a Tupperware lid that doesn't fit any of your containers.
~ If you're sitting in public and a stranger takes the seat next to you, just stare straight ahead and say, "Did you bring the money?"
~ When you ask me what I am doing today, and I say "Nothing" it does not mean I am free. It means I am doing nothing.
~ Age 60 might be the new 40, but 9:00 is new midnight.
~ I finally got eight hours of sleep. It took me three days, but whatever.
~ I run like the winded.
~ I hate when a couple argues in public, and I missed the beginning and don't know whose side I'm on.
~ I don't remember much from last night, but the fact that I needed sunglasses to open the fridge this morning tells me it was awesome.
~ When you do squats, are your knees supposed to sound like a goat chewing on an aluminum can stuffed with celery?
~ I don't mean to interrupt people. I just randomly remember things and get really excited.
~ When I ask for directions, please don't use words like, east.
~ It's the start of a brand new day, and I'm off like a herd of turtles.
~ Sometimes, someone unexpected comes into your life outta nowhere, makes your heart race, and changes you forever. We call those people cops.
~ The older I get, the earlier it gets late.


Thanks to John…There are never enough thoughts that we can share to honor our veterans

Where Did The Country Go Wrong

He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.

And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Joe has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Veteran died today.

He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Veteran died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.

Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young,
But the passing of a Veteran
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?

The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.

While the ordinary Veteran,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.

It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever-waffling stand?

Or would you want a Veteran
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Veteran,
Who would fight until the end.

He was just a common Veteran,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his likes again.

For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Veteran's part,
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:

If you are proud of our Vets, then pass this on.



I really could really relate to a lot of this; I was an Air Force Brat in every sense of the word and spent most of my early years on Air Force and Army bases. I was introduced to many Air Police and MPs. My little bow and Arrow set started early when we played Cowboys and Indians at Camp Hood (they later changed it to Fort Hood) (I was in the 2nd and 3rdgrades) and made our own Bows and Arrows. Once when a Cowboy would not "die" after I said I got him he said I could not have hit him so I shot him. That of course started a whole string of problems. Later At McDill AFB I graduated to a real Bow and Bow fishing. Do you know how much trouble you can get into with a bag of 12 gage shotgun shells at Loring AFB At Vandenberg AFB my friend and I hooked up a movie camera to a set of binoculars and used to sneak up close to get shots of the missiles launching. Once we had snuck up to an Atlas launch and realized we were looking at the exhaust port. Great film but a close call and got to meet some more Air police. Dad was not happy.


thanks to Doctor Rich

A bit of excitement during those 'formative' years that most of us amazingly survived!!

Two rural kid stories, or HOW NAVAL AVIATORS ARE MADE.


There, but for the grace of God and lots of luck, go I...

Chemistry set? Made own gunpowder, natch. Experimented with nitroglycerine. Why? Blow stuff up! A step up from the flaming death of Kraut and Nip model aircraft...

I early on discovered that a cigarette slipped over an M-80 fuse was an effective safe separation device.

I doodled fuse mechanism when I should have listening to stuff like Long Division....

In high school, with help from a friend who had access to several hundred feet of very thin telephone wire, I constructed a waterproofed Bomb made of reloading powder, fused by a flash bulb with the glass cut off and those wires soldered on.

We went south of town to sewer settling ponds, threw in the apparatus as far as we could, and ran the wires back to the waiting car battery.

KA—BOOM!!!! A waterspout blew turgs hunnert feet in the air! Luckily, with all that pilfered wire, we had enough safe standoff to admire the Eniwetok A-

Bomb simulation without radiation or flying sewage. Very satisfying.

Later, I learned about dino-o-mite fuse that burned under water. That led to some adventures at UNM wearing black and burnt cork facial cammo. Not sure the statute of limitations has run out yet (just good Animal House fraternity fun).

Amazing YP avoided the minions of the law, not amazing he became a Navy Attack Pilot, whose job was to blow stuff up. Big Bomb school, learning how them things crammed nasties together for critical mass, yield, and Mach Y stems was most satisfying.

Got to actually use lots of kaboom toys that didn't leave mushroom clouds.


Most satisfying.


On Nov 9, 2019, at 06:45, Lonny wrote: "Get your kids into archery …" [author unknown]

Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little ****** compound bow beginner kits. Of course, the first month I went around our land sticking arrows in anything that could get stuck by an arrow. Did you know that a 1955 40 horse Farmall tractor tire will take 6 rounds before it goes down? Tough sumbich.

That got boring, so being the 10 yr. old Dukes of Hazard fan that I was, I quickly advanced to taking strips of cut up T-shirt doused in chainsaw gas tied around the end and was sending flaming arrows all over the place. One summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard.

I looked over under the carport and see a shiny brand new can of starting fluid (Ether). The light bulb went off in my head.

I grabbed the can and set it on the stump. I thought that it would probably just spray out in a disappointing manner. Lets face it, to a 10 yr old mouth-breather like myself, (Ether), really doesn't "sound" flammable.

So, I went back into the house and got a 1 pound can of Pyrodex (black powder for muzzle loader rifles).
At this point, I set the can of ether on the stump and opened up the can of black powder.

My intentions were to sprinkle a little bit around the (Ether) can but it all sorta dumped out on me. No biggie, a 1 lb. Pyrodex and 16 oz (Ether) should make a loud pop, kinda like a firecracker you know?

You know what? Screw that I'm going back in the house for the other can.

Yes, I got a second can of pyrodex and dumped it too. Now we're cookin'.

I stepped back about 15 ft and lit the 2 stroke arrow. I drew the notch to my cheek and took aim. As I released I heard a clunk as the arrow launched from my bow. In a slow motion time frame, I turned to see my dad getting out of the truck...OH ****! He just got home from work. So help me God it took 10 minutes for that arrow to go from my bow to the can.

My dad was walking towards me in slow motion with a *** look in his eyes. I turned back towards my target just in time to see the arrow pierce the starting fluid can right at the bottom. Right through the main pile of Pyrodex and into the can.

Oh ****.

When the shock wave hit it knocked me off my feet. I don't know if it was the actual compression wave that threw me back or just reflex jerk back from 235 fricking decibels of sound. I caught a half a millisecond glimpse of the violence during the initial explosion and I will tell you there was dust, grass, and bugs all hovering 1 ft above the ground as far as I could see.

It was like a little low to the ground layer of dust fog full of grasshoppers, spiders, and a worm or two.

The daylight turned purple. Let me repeat this... THE FRICKING DAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE.

There was a big sweetgum tree out by the gate going into the pasture.

Notice I said "was". That son-of-a-***** got up and ran off.

So here I am, on the ground blown completely out of my shoes with my Thundercats T-Shirt shredded, my dad is on the other side of the carport having what I can only assume is a Vietnam flashback:


His hat has blown off and is 30 ft. behind him in the driveway. All windows on the north side of the house are blown out and there is a slow rolling mushroom cloud about 2000 ft. over our backyard. There is a Honda 185 3 wheeler parked on the other side of the yard and the fenders are drooped down and are now touching the tires.

I wish I knew what I said to my dad at this moment. I don't know – I know I said something. I couldn't hear. I couldn't hear inside my own head. I don't think he heard me either... not that it would really matter.

I don't remember much from this point on.

I said something, felt a sharp pain, and then woke up later. I felt a sharp pain, blacked out, woke later....repeat this process for an hour or so and you get the idea.

I remember at one point my mom had to give me CPR. and Dad screaming "Bring Him back to life so I can kill him again".

Thanks Mom.

One thing is for sure... I never had to mow around that stump again, Mom had been bitching about that thing for years and dad never did anything about it. I stepped up to the plate and handled business.

Dad sold his muzzle loader a week or so later. I still have some sort of bone growth abnormality, either from the blast or the beating, or both.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, get your kids into archery. It's good discipline and will teach them skills they can use later on in life.

~Author Unknown


Monday morning Humor from Al


Submitted by Mike Ryan:

I AM A VETERAN by Andrea Christensen Brett

You may not know me the first time we meet

I'm just another you see on the street

But I am the reason you walk and breathe free

I am the reason for your liberty


I work in the local factory all day

I own the restaurant just down the way

I sell you insurance, I start your IV

I've got the best-looking grandkids you'll ever see

I'm your grocer, your banker

Your child's schoolteacher

I'm your plumber, your barber

Your family's preacher

But there's part of me you don't know very well

Just listen a moment, I've a story to tell


I joined the service while still in my teens

I traded my prom dress for camouflage greens

I'm the first in my family to do something like this

I followed my father, like he followed his

Defying my fears and hiding my doubt

I married my sweetheart before I shipped out

I missed Christmas, then Easter

The birth of my son

But I knew I was doing what had to be done

I served on the battlefront, I served on the base

I bound up the wounded

And begged for God's grace

I gave orders to fire, I followed commands

I marched into conflict in far distant lands

In the jungle, the desert, on mountains and shores

In bunkers, in tents, on dank earthen floors

While I fought on the ground, in the air, on the sea

My family and friends were home praying for me

For the land of the free and the home of the brave

I faced my demons in foxholes and caves

Then one dreaded day, without drummer or fife

I lost an arm, my buddy lost his life

I came home and moved on

But forever was changed

The perils of war in my memory remained

I don't really say much, I don't feel like I can

But I left home a child, and came home a man

There are thousands like me

Thousands more who are gone

But their legacy lives as time marches on

White crosses in rows

And names carved in queue

Remind us of what these brave souls had to do

I'm part of a fellowship, a strong mighty band

Of each man and each woman

Who has served this great land

And when Old Glory waves

I stand proud, I stand tall

I helped keep her flying over you, over all


Submitted by Dave Harris:

Military friendships are ordinarily based on certain foundations:


A sarcastic and depraved ability to laugh at anything and everything

Common experiences of high adrenaline situations

A dislike of superficial people

The ability to meet again after years apart, having had no contact, and carry on exactly where you left off


Sam Elliot relates the story of WWII Sgt Ray Lambert at

Submitted by Skip Leonard:

A powerful tribute to our generation of Vietnam veterans narrated by Sam Elliot at

Submitted by Jim McDevitt:

"Most of us, most of the time, lie in a blissful ignorance of what a small, elite, heroic group of Americans are doing for us night and day. As we speak, all over the globe, American sailors and submariners and aviators are doing something very dangerous. People say, 'Well, it can't be too dangerous because there are no wrecks.' But the reason we don't have more accidents is that these are superb professionals; the fact that they master the dangers does not mean that the dangers aren't real.

Right now, somewhere around the world, young men are landing high-performance jet aircraft on the pitching decks of aircraft carriers—at night! You can't pay people to do that; they do it out of love of country, of adventure, of the challenge. We all benefit from it, and the very fact that we don't have to think about it tells you how superbly they're doing their job—living on the edge of danger so the rest of us need not think about, let alone experience, danger"

--George Will

Submitted by Mark Logan:

A wonderful interview of a child and a veteran at

The story of a veteran who is trong with a positive attitude at

Submitted by Bob King:

A great story of a Vietnam veteran at

Submitted by John Hudson:

Charles Plumb was a US Navy jet pilot in Vietnam. After 75 combat missions, his plane was destroyed by a surface-to-air missile. Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy hands. He was captured and spent six years in a communist Vietnamese prison. He survived the ordeal and now lectures on lessons learned from that experience!

One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table came up and said, "You're Plumb! You flew jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down!"

"How in the world did you know that?" asked Plumb.

"I packed your parachute," the man replied.

Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude.

The man pumped his hand and said, "I guess it worked!"

Plumb assured him, "It sure did. If your chute hadn't worked, I wouldn't be here today."

Plumb couldn't sleep that night, thinking about that man. Plumb says, "I kept wondering what he had looked like in a Navy uniform: a white hat; a bib in the back; and bell-bottom trousers. I wonder how many times I might have seen him and not even said 'Good morning, how are you?' or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor."

Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor had spent at a long wooden table in the bowels of

the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he didn't know.

Now, Plumb asks his audiences, "Who's packing your parachute?" Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day. He also points out that he needed many kinds

of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy territory — he needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his emotional parachute, and his spiritual parachute. He called on all these supports before reaching safety.

Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important. We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason.

As you go through this week, this month, this year, recognize people who pack your parachutes. I am sending you this as my way of thanking you for your part in packing my parachute. And I hope you will send it on to those who have helped pack yours!

Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word. Maybe this

could explain it! When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes. And to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get? A forwarded joke.

So, my friend, next time when you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile — just helping you pack your parachute.

My deep gratitude to my shipmates and all who served,



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