Category Archives: Infantry OCS

Frozen New River

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Claude Cooper, our OCS alumni group’s president-for-life, took this shot because he lives nearby. It’s the North Carolina source of the very old New River which flows north to become one of West Virginia’s major water ways. Too many rapids for it to freeze there, but not here in NC with its recent record freezes. Could be the start of a new mini-Ice Age. In which case, bye-bye AGW.

Brrrr

Gad, it’s cold. Hovering at 30 degrees at the Rancho and headed down to 22 overnight. I know it’s worse in most places north and east of us. Tom Higdon, an OCS buddy in southwestern Missouri, emails that it’s 4 degrees where he is, with minus 6 expected. We’re not used to this kind of weather. At least we can anticipate being done with winter by Valentine’s Day.

The “live axle” Morgan

Chatter on our OCS email group not so long ago turned to one fellow’s ownership of a forty-nine-year-old Austin-Healey. Reminded me of what I did on our Xmas break in 1967.

After discovering I had been dumped by my college girlfriend for a civilian, I spent the time sleeping in the bath tub of my sister’s one-bedroom D.C.  apartment (the couch was occupied) and driving around town with a friend who had a Morgan. The “live axle” one. No springs. Jar your teeth right out of your head. As the experts used to say: you hit the first bump in a Morgan, missed the second one and hit the third one.

Feeling like Jeremiah Johnson

Meaning the mountain man of the old movie, not the running back for the Houston Texans. That’s how our OCS class president-for-life, Claude Cooper, is feeling after several days without power at his rural home in the North Carolina mountains. First the blizzard buried them, then an ice storm blew in and down came the power lines.

He’s emailing our happy group via his Blackberry on an unknown somebody’s stray wireless signal and recharging periodically at a child’s home a few miles away where power has been restored. Fortunately, he has a fireplace and plenty of wood. And a gas grill to cook and boil water on. It not being the height of summer, even the refrigerated foodstuffs may be able to hold out a while longer.

UPDATE:  After 3.5 days, the power was restored, and Claude is kicking himself, once again, for failing to follow-through on his old plan to invest in an emergency propane generator. Still happy, however, to live out in the quiet boonies with the deers and the bears.

Leaving Afghanistan

Fellow OCS grad Tucker Smallwood, who I have known and argued with since college days, opined the other day on our class email list that Barry should withdraw all the regulars while sending in the advisers, accompanied by air, artillery and medevac. Just as he and I did it in Viet Nam. I agreed but, probably, for different reasons.

I also see no reason to keep regulars in that briar patch with the Taliban tar baby but, moreover, I suspect Barry is going to be another LBJ, as this indicates, another micromanager all the way to defeat. The worst problem of course is that we’re really there for us, not for them. And they don’t want to fight in sufficient numbers to make advising worth while. But we could just go back now and then to clean out the Taliban rat’s nest. Annually, if necessary. It would certainly be cheaper in money and American lives.

Aurora

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Don’t recall where I got this, but it’s in honor of David Nelson, an old OCS classmate in MA, who awoke this morning to thirty-four degrees and heavy snow. As he says: "Good infantry weather!"

Via AlphaInventions.

Leaving The Alamo

My self-published book of short stories, available for free in pdf in the upper part of the sidebar on the blog’s main page, or for a mere eleven bucks in paperbook at the link above it, has a new fan. Lucky for me, he even posted an appreciation on his own blog. Thank you.