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Rule 5: Aliss Bonython

Remember Muammar

The usual anti-Trump screamers berating him for murdering the Iranian terror general are conveniently forgetting Bronco Bama’s murder of Muammar Gaddafi, who wasn’t just a general but a head of state—Libya’s dictator. And who was just coming around to aiding us in our terror fight.

Love Lives On

“This one of the best grief and mourning books around and I have read more than a score of them since my wife died of cancer in 2015. Louis LaGrand’s effort is remarkable because it blends the best grief and mourning advice with the latest understanding of life-after-death and reincarnation. Sort of a one-stop on the subjects that most pertain to each other. If you’re grieving/mourning anything or anyone and need not to spend money on a dozen such books this is your best bet. Thank you, Mr. LaGrand.”

And so I wrote in an Amazon review in May, 2016, and so I still contend after sending the book to my step-daughter who recently lost her alcoholic father. He sent her a gift of love in a radio play that her boyfriend wrote off as a coincidence but I think was one of LaGrand’s Extraordinary Experiences. And if she will remain open to them there will be many more in a new, actually better relationship than before.

As the author says: “Focusing on that source of everlasting care and support can give us great strength (and) energy to use in the restoration of life after loss.”

Unwarranted Fear

Bar, never one to pay too much attention to the news media (bless her heart) is suddenly hearing the screamers and is worried about what Iran may do to us for Trump’s assassination of the terror generals. Nothing, I say, at least not here in the relatively sparsely populated middle of the country.

Iran is a poor police state with little in the way of technology, no air force to speak of, no navy, and above all no intercontinental ballistic missiles. Even if they finally (after years of bluster) build a nuke, putting it atop an ICBM to withstand launch and flight is almost as hard as making the ICBM. So no worries, unless you live nearby. And we don’t.

Spengler has it right, though. The Iranian regime is mad. We’ve been at war with them since long before 9-11. Preemptive destruction of their nuclear facilities would be wise. And the sooner the better.

Via PJMedia

Rule 5: Royal Blue

Via Hips & Curves

The walking wounded

Steve Hamblin, a classmate in Infantry OCS, writes to the group after I posted the Second of the third:

“Still thinking about Wheat losing most of his platoon. My God that must have haunted him. There are no words. Vietnam is long over but there remain walking wounded among us and sometimes we learn too late who they are.”

Via OC-504-68 FtBenning at yahoo!.com

Second of the third

My friend Russell Wheat crossing a rice paddy on patrol west of Saigon sometime in 1968-69. A brave man doing his duty.

The leader of 3rd platoon, B Company, 2nd Battalion, 3rd Infantry of the 199th Light Infantry Brigade was wounded in both legs and sent to Japan where he recovered and was sent back to the field to complete his tour. He was the lucky one.

How this 2nd Lieutenant of Military Intelligence got to be leading an infantry platoon is a story worthy of our famous funnyman. He told it to me and a few others at breakfast at our Infantry OCS class reunion in San Antonio in 2005. I took notes.

It seems that in late 1968, after graduating from OCS and completing MI Basic, he got a cushy job in G2, division intelligence, 1st Logistical Command, Long Binh, north of Saigon. Sometimes he was a briefer to generals and other visiting dignitaries. He was, of course, known for his humor.

Sometimes it edged towards the smart-ass. The culminating instance was a briefing for a major general and his orbiting entourage of colonels, majors and captains. 2Lt Wheat closed out the strategic and tactical briefing by enumerating some weapons recently captured. One was an AK-54, the machine gun version of the AK-47. But the general didn’t know what it was and he interrupted Wheat to ask about it.

Wheat was in a mood. Obviously. “Sir,” Wheat recalled saying, “the AK-54 is an AK-47 with seven years of service.”

Silence. The humorless general visibly ground his teeth. His face got redder when someone in the back laughed.

And thus our Wheat reported for duty to Bravo Company, 2nd of the 3rd of the 199th, which operated west of Saigon to the Cambodian border. He was assigned to 3rd platoon. I asked him once how many of his men were killed. He stiffened. “Not an inordinate number,” he replied.

Two years after the reunion, I ran across a Google link to a pdf of the Methodist Children’s Home, a Waco orphanage. There I found that Wheat was a frequent donor and in 2007 had donated several thousand dollars “in memory of thirty-seven men of 3rd Platoon, B Company, 2nd Battalion, 3rd Infantry, killed in action in Viet Nam 1968-1969.”

In 2011, when I visited Israel for the first time, Wheat, a church-going Methodist whose father was a Methodist minister, asked me to place a prayer paper “memorializing” the 3rd Platoon in a crevice of the Western Wall of the Temple Mount in Jerusalem, a Jewish tradition for two thousand years. I had an Israeli friend take a picture of me doing it and sent the picture to Wheat.

Maybe the thirty-seven are the reason Wheat, a native Texan and graduate of the University of Texas, made a post-war career at the Veteran’s Administration hospital in Marlin, south of Waco. He had failed at medical school before he was drafted. He retired directing a lab at the hospital.

He was found deceased shortly before Christmas by a Methodist pastor making a wellness visit to his home in Canyon Lake. He was 81.