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In Remembrance

These seven men of 60th Company, OC 504-68, were killed in Viet Nam.

We graduates of that 1968 class at Infantry Officers Candidate School, Fort Benning, Georgia, commemorate the seven each Memorial Day.

One graduate:  1LT Jacob Lee Kinser, a Huey helicopter pilot.

Two Tactical Officers:  CPT Reese Michael Patrick and 1LT Daniel Lynn Neiswender, both infantry commanders.

Four class drop-outs:  SP4 Robert Chase,  SP4 Reese Currenti Elia Jr.CPL Sherry Joe Hadley, and PFC Jeffrey Sanders Tigner, all infantry riflemen.

Rest in peace.

China: suck the meat off, spit the bone on the table

An OCS classmate from Army days, recently returned from visiting in-laws in China, posted the following report on the class forum. He was impressed with the country, despite some incongruities, from a lack of refrigeration to rather primitive table manners:

“Vibrant economy with mega construction projects on-going. Infrastructure is impressive, with multiple lane expressways all over the place, but traffic is horrible. Chinese drivers are very aggressive, but don’t show anger when cut off. Turn signals are used occasionally, and horns frequently. If you want to pull into an adjoining lane, you simply pull over, even if there is a car beside you, Whoever gains a 1 inch advantage will win. It’s amazing that there aren’t more accidents. People driving BMW’s, Mercedes and Audis are the most aggressive, because they feel entitled.”

(We see this in Austin, as well, drivers of luxury cars are by far the most obnoxious. Especially the refugees from the terrible Democrat economy who still have their California plates.)

“Spent most of our time in Hangzhou, a city of over 8 million, which is a three hour express bus ride southwest of Shanghai….Got a real taste for how the Chinese urban middle class lives. Everybody has a cell phone, i-pad or equivalent, and cable TV. Appliances, however, are years behind us….In China, families are very important, and grandparents spend as much time raising children as the parents do. We did laundry, and went to market. Meals were interesting. Hot water for tea is available all day.

“Everybody has a bowl of rice at every meal. All the food is served in bowls in the center of the table, and everybody helps themselves, using chop sticks to take bite size pieces. Nobody has a plate. When you get a bone, you suck the meat off and spit the bone on the table. At the end of the meal, the table is wiped off. We were not allowed to help in the cooking or cleanup so as not to offend our hosts.

“Played tourist up in Beijing for four and a half days. Took a bullet train up there, cruising at 306 km/hr. Very impressive. Stayed at a hostel in a neat little hutong (neighborhood) about four blocks from Tienanmen Square. Toured Tienanmen, the Forbidden City, the Summer Palace, and the Great Wall. Incredible history, and all kept immaculate. At the hostel, where the help all spoke passable English, we enjoyed some western cooking and cold Tsingdao, a good Chinese beer.

(We can get Tsingdao at the local grocery, saving us a 13-hour airline flight. 😉 Bullet trains wouldn’t work here unless they had dedicated tracks which would require new right-of-way and many lawsuits. It’s easier in China’s dictatorship.)

“Very few cold drinks in China due to a lack of refrigeration and ice. The train and subways are all modern, clean and efficient. Signs and announcements are in both Mandarin and English.”

Later he added this to me in an email: “China is a huge, complex country. I wrote about the small piece of it that I saw. I was impressed, but then, today [back home], I read about the four human rights attorneys who were imprisoned and tortured, probably while I was there.”

Complex for sure, as most countries are. The English language signs remind me of Israel, where all the road signs are in Hebrew, Arabic and English. It’s not a compliment to Americans or Brits; English is the international language now. Lucky for Mr. B.’s generation. It was French when I was his age. I never could pronounce French well enough to be understood.

Ain’t Ready for Marines Yet?

A recent post by Darkwater on the Marines birthday, he being a proud former one (former only in the sense of a former FBI agent) reminded me of my encounter with the headline of this post.

I was wearing my ARMY cap one day at HEB soon after the Iraq invasion, in solidarity with the troops, you see, and a brash young cashier looked at it and said the words. I never knew ARMY could be treated as an acronym that way.

But, then, I was always a little slow. In Basic Training at Fort Knox the summer of 1967 I kept seeing FTA graffiti. I thought how interesting that the Future Teachers of America seemed to be everywhere on post. Finally learned, to my embarrassment, that FTA stood for F*** The Army.

The HEB encounter was likewise humiliating, until I remembered why I had avoided the Marines back when I was drafted and could have joined any one of the services to avoid the Army if I had wanted to: I had no interest in coming home in a bag and the Marines were/are well known for taking high casualties.

I found out why in OCS infantry training when our sergeant instructors said that we, unlike the Jarheads, did not, “charge hi diddle diddle, straight up the middle,” but hunkered down, called in an artillery prep and then worked the edges of the enemy position, if they still existed.

And that was, indeed, the way we operated in Viet Nam. Even when the enemy didn’t sit around and wait for the shells to arrive. They did often enough. When I came home I was surprised to discover the extent to which civilians held the Marines in awe, not needing to join, probably. And I began to realize that the Marines have always had better PR and advertising campaigns than the Army. Why that is I never figured out.

Then, many years later, one day at HEB, wearing an ARMY cap soon after the Iraq invasion, a brash young cashier looked at my cap and said: “Ain’t Ready for Marines Yet?” Cute. I should have replied (we always know what we should have said) “No, but I still have all my parts in reasonably good working order.”

The most common lie of the Vietnam wannabee

These weenies and scumbags, mostly Democrat politicians, university academics (uniformly Democrats), and white-haired streetcorner panhandlers, were mostly draft dodgers in the 60s and 70s who now crave special status in our pathetic victim culture.

So they cover themselves in the flag and pseudo-camo glory with bizarre tales of special operations, etc. And they come out of the woodwork like cockroaches on patriotic holidays like today’s Fourth of July.

They’ve done us immeasurable harm with their lies about their “service” and subsequent “remorse” and “rejection,” both mostly nonsense, though not entirely so for those of us who earned the label of Vietnam combat veteran.

The wannabees still outnumber us real Vietnam veterans by about 20 to 1, but they’re being exposed pretty regularly. Can you guess their most common lie? Find it here. Henceforth ye shall know them by their mendacity.

As they age and die off, I expect they’ll be replaced by Iraq and Afghanistan wannabees. Cockroaches multiple, you know.

Reprise: Or, the dramatic solution

Still a brilliant idea. Too brilliant for our Democrat bureaucracy, however.

“All we need to do is develop a booth that you can step into that will
not X-ray you, but will detonate any explosive device you may have
hidden on or in your body.  The explosion will be contained within the
sealed booth.

“This would be a win-win for everyone.  There would be none of this
crap about racial profiling and the device would eliminate long and
expensive trials.

“This is so simple that it’s brilliant. I can see it now:  you’re in
the airport terminal and you hear a muffled explosion.  Shortly
thereafter an announcement comes over the PA system, ‘Attention,
standby passengers! We now have a seat available on flight number…’”

Via OCS classmate Marshall Sapperstein.

On Memorial Day

These seven men of 60th Company, OC 504-68, were killed in Viet Nam.

We graduates of that 1968 class at Infantry Officers Candidate School, Fort Benning, Georgia, commemorate the seven each Memorial Day.

One graduate:  1LT Jacob Lee Kinser, a Huey helicopter pilot.

Two Tactical Officers:  CPT Reese Michael Patrick and 1LT Daniel Lynn Neiswender, both infantry commanders.

Four class drop-outs:  SP4 Robert Chase,  SP4 Reese Currenti Elia Jr.CPL Sherry Joe Hadley, and PFC Jeffrey Sanders Tigner, all infantry riflemen.

Rest in peace.

General Betray US

The resignation of CIA director David Petraeus, a retired Army four-star general, has the makings of a true Watergate repeat, with the proviso that no one died in Watergate.

Presumably Petraeus could, if he wished, if his loyalties are not entirely to the political figure of the moment, explain everything that happened in Benghazi, from the consulate’s reason for existence to the murders of Ambassador Stevens and the others.

But will he? “Betray US” was not invented by the Left, in their full-page ads in the New York Times, but by some of Petraeus’s fellow serving officers long before he won his stars. They felt that he was not a true leader, in that he did not look after his troops, that he put himself first, that he was a political soldier always.

At the time President Bush appointed him to save the bacon in Iraq, I  hoped they were wrong, the few of them I knew, merely bitter over old slights or differences of opinion. And the general did perform memorably well in the Surge.

Now we’ll surely see the truth of his character. There would seem to be nothing preventing him from testifying to Congress. He himself has publicized the fault (infidelity) that might have prevented him from being candid, if others wished to use it to blackmail him into silence.

Now we’ll see whether the general really is a true leader of more than a winning moment in an otherwise lost campaign, a campaign lost by the man who would seem to have the most to lose in the Benghazi affair, President Obama.

UPDATE:  PJMedia’s Michael Ledeen raises some obvious and not-so-obvious questions. For instance: “Don’t you love counterintelligence?  You start with the theory that he was blackmailed out of office, and you quickly move to a theory that he was blackmailed into remaining in office.  That’s why ‘wilderness of mirrors’ is such a good description…”

MORE:  Michael Yon, who knows and has worked with both Petraeus and his mistress, Paula Broadwell (herself a former Army officer) offers his positive thoughts about them here.