Winter arrived a bit early to Occupied Territory and the Scribe’s abode today:
So, as we stood at the front door contemplating the slate of reading and writing projects we could get knocked out over the course of the day, a voice frome the rear piped up:
“Sweetheart, today would be a good day to finish off the garage, don’t you think?”
Not the post I’d planned for today – received word late yesterday that our close friend and sister in Christ, Sarah, was back in the hospital this weekend for radiation treatment in her ongoing struggle mortal battle with cancer (now with lesions on the brain and one vertebra). Bob, her husband is also near total…
Franklin Roosevelt’s D-Day Prayer My fellow Americans: Last night, when I spoke with you about the fall of Rome, I knew at that moment that troops of the United States and our allies were crossing the Channel in another and greater operation. It has come to pass with success thus far. And so, in this…
I remember, a sky so blue it burned your eyes to look up . . .and smoke that scarred your lungs; I remember shipmates . . . and a piece of notebook paper listing for whom the bell had tolled; We remember that for one brief moment it wasn’t New Yorkers, or Washingtonians, or businessmen…
SJS note: Aircraft, like cars, stoves, televisions and Tickle-Me-Elmo ®, are products of assembly lines some more massive than others, but the premise is still the same. Build a lot of something to set standards with common assemblies and a uniform product results. Except when it doesn’t. Every one of us who have slipped the…
Panama. Two months into this endeavor and the novelty has worn off. Standing in the hangar at Howard AFB, the LCDR surveys the flight line – what little of it he could see through the sheets of rain, and does some mental calculations. ‘Do I make a mad dash for the plane and wait inside for…
I’ll be there — how about you? VAW 122 Alumni
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Nice zero lot line!