Category Archives: War Without End

Emilie Parker and the butterflies

If ever there was a poster child for armed security in elementary schools, this little one (lower right) is she. Murdered in her first grade classroom by the Newtown maniac.

I’m a firm proponent of armed security like the good guy whose prompt response stopped the latest school shooting. I would personally tear down all those “gun free campus” invitations to the insane currently posted oh-so-righteously by self-centered idiots whose vision stops at the ends of their noses.

For all I know, though, the kiddo’s mother disagrees with me. Lots of people do. But she writes a simple, poignant essay about her lost child that’s worth reading. I’d quote from it but it’s under all-rights-reserved copyright. So click the link, please.

The badge gang, of course, was johnny-on-the-scene-at-Newtown—as always, just in time to clean up the blood and fill out the forms. And strut around in their version of security theater. I’m sure they  felt just like the fools they looked. Armed security in the school is the only way to stop these travesties.

UPDATE:  Instead, the good guys in Connecticut have to register their guns. Criminals, of course, will not obey the law and the insane? You can imagine.

In at the creation

Going through my late father’s old Air Force flight logs, I see that he was training to fly the B-29 at Alamogordo, New Mexico from June to September, 1945.

So he was probably there when the first atomic bomb was exploded at the Trinity Site, a few hundred sixty miles northwest of the base,  about 5:30 a.m. on July 16.

The surrounding mountains were lit up “brighter than daytime,” one scientist reportedly said, but as the mushroom cloud apparently only reached about eight miles high, dad probably couldn’t have seen it, assuming he was even awake at the time. The rumbling thunder might have awakened him but it had been thunderstorming in the week before the blast. If he was up, in time for an early flight, he never mentioned it to me. But it was Top Secret.

Paul Tibbets and the Enola Gay were already at Tinian in the Mariana Islands training to drop one on Hiroshima. Which they would have installed in their bomb bay by August 6 when they launched for the Empire’s rendezvous with the Atomic Age.

Interestingly, that first bomb was blooded like a Samurai’s katana sword.

The Navy captain who armed it high over the Pacific enroute to Japan badly cut a finger on its sharp tail fins, getting blood on his uniform and on the bomb, according to Robert F. Dorr, author of last year’s excellant Mission to Tokyo: The American Airmen Who Took The War To The Heart of Japan.

If you’re in the market for new details on an old subject, Dorr’s book is a fine read.

UPDATE:  Another book I like is a much-praised historical novel The Green Glass Sea, by Ellen Klages, which includes the fascinating detail that in the first year after the blast, the Trinity site was covered with thin sheets of pale green glass which the fireball had created from the white sand.

Rule 5: Pacific Princess

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B-25 Mitchell nose art, courtesy of Planes of The Past. It’s relatively tame compared to some of the full frontal pix of the pre-PC era.

I’ve been reading Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo, then-Army Captain Ted Lawson’s 1943 tale of the training, launching, bombing and aftermath of the April, 1942 retaliation for Pearl Harbor. The language is quaint (probably scrubbed for a general audience), except when he calls the Japs inhuman. But the description of them bayoneting hospital patients in their beds justifies it. And other books I’ve read about what their Navy did to downed American pilots, i.e. interrogating them and then throwing them overboard.

On the other hand, it’s easy to spot the propaganda in the official news release in the appendix—especially the claim that their bombs fell only on military targets. The Air Force can’t do that now. I know they couldn’t then. The so-called greatest generation was no less adept at lying than we are. Still it’s a good read, and a good look at the WW2 era. I recommend it.

B-25 Mitchell bomber

B-25

Proof, in case any was needed, that World War II was not fought in black-n-white by aged segregationists, homophobes and sexists masquerading as “the greatest generation,” but actually by the young and middle-aged in Kodachrome color.

The rest, unfortunately, is true, except the “greatest generation” twaddle invented by a biased television news reader who has, mercifully, retired. Not that I ever watch his former employer’s contemporary nonsense anyhow.

Via Shorpy