I’m going out on a limb and posting my first F-117 story from Desert Storm. This is no shit. I was taking my turn as NCOIC of the EOR. For civilians and Nonners, this means I was in charge of the End of Runway Crew. EOR is where we get one last look at the [...]
Joint Base Charleston had it’s airshow today. We planned to have a fun filled family day with kids and grandkids. That lasted about 30 seconds. The eight mile trip to the base took two hours and 20 minutes. Bumper to bumper in the left lane. Why we didn’t use the right lane that was moving [...]
When I was 11 or 12 (1970ish) Boy Scout Troop 159 went to camp in Pico Blanco. Shit got weird.
“We have to tear down those Confederate statues because their racist.” At first look that sounds fairly reasonable. There are those in America that may well feel offended by the statues of Southern Generals. But put that in historic perspective. The last veteran of the Civil War died in 1959. My grandfather died in [...]
The number of homeless veterans in the Low Country is hard to determine. We know one personally. We call him “Forest Brian”. Just like countless of veterans, Brian lives in the woods and forests which line the roads and highways in the Charleston area. Officials claim a recent drop of the homeless vet population of 35%. Many question this statistic.
You send them to school, pay them big bucks and they still act like boys (and girls) on bikes.
Yes Virginia, dinosaurs are alive and well. Mokele Mbembe, Le’Kela-mbembe, N’yamala, Jago-Nini and Amali are some of the names given by natives to a large aquatic animal living in the remote regions of the Congo.
I was issued at Fort Lee, Virginia. After that, I was stationed in Orleans, France and Fort Carson, Colorado. We retired to Fort Ord, California. Then I joined the Air Force and made two Brats of my own. By the time I was nine, I could polish combat boots to a glass finish, jump a [...]
This post should have probably been titled “Facebook Bullshit”, but I didn’t want to violate their “Community Standards”.
I was in Turkey on a TDY when the Wall dropped. I called my Dad.
“Dad! We’re all patting each other on the back, smoking cigars and celebrating. Was this what it was like on VE Day?”