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By An Angel’s Kiss, Crew, Marine Corps CH-53E Super Stallion Helicopter, US-Mexico border

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Kissed by an Angel, Where Violins are the Angels’ Voices, and the Cello Sings Harmony.

The Crew of a US Marine CH-53E Super Stallion Helicopter:

CPT Samuel A Shultz, 28, of Huntington Valley, PA, and

1st Lt Samuel D Phillips, 27, of Pinehurst, NC, and

Gunnery Sgt Daniel R Holley, 33. of Dayton, OH, and

Lance Cpl Taylor J Conrad, Baton Rouge, LA

They were of Marine Heavy Helicopter Sqd 465, 3rd Marine Aircraft Wing, Miramar AS, San Diego

Rest in peace, Marines

Job well done.  

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The Masters, the Military, and the Racial Curve in America in the 60s

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In Richmond, the old capital of the Confederacy, there’s a famous street called Monument Avenue, where stands Virginia’s great generals from that war. They’ve been much in the news the past several months for many people would like to see them removed.

But among those statues is one dedicated to Arthur Ashe, a Richmond native, who was the son of the resident handyman of a segregated park for black children, which contained, among other things, four tennis courts. Showing aptitude for a ...

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Remember When “We Own The Night” Ended With a ?

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I got to my first unit in July of ’88, 4th Battalion 27th Infantry “Wolfhounds.”  I spent four years humping sleestack-ridden gulches in the dark of night with nothing but a set of cat-eyes from the man in front of me to guide on.  By the time I left in ’92 the phrase “We own the night” was normally uttered while being helped back to your feet after a particularly heinous slip, trip or fall.  Often involving multiple Soldiers.

Team Leaders ...

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Golfers and Aviators

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I hope y’all enjoyed Easter.  I apologize for the dearth of tales over the holiday.  Of course y’all could have jumped in and helped me out…

I saw in the news that the Masters golf thing is coming up.  They played a PGA Tournament in Southern Pines NC in the late ’90s.  I was with the 325th AIR then, we were doing a major training exercise.  I’d been working with the powers that be for months to get this planned and ...

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Is Our Red-White-and-Blue Patriotism Dying Out? A Discussion for Veterans

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My father was a WWII veteran, leaving college as a freshman after Pearl Harbor, enlisting, embarking for North Africa about the same time his daughter, my sister, was born, and not coming home to see his daughter until just before VE Day. He liked to brag, after he’d had a few, that I was born nine months to the day after he came home.

Everything I knew about my dad’s service in North Africa, Sicily and Italy, I heard from my ...

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Turning Blue

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I was “On The Trail” from ’94 through ’96.  It was rewarding and challenging, two years was as much as I could bear.  It wears on you, the rewards don’t balance against the challenges.  But they do say that every so often the sun shines, even on a black dog’s ass.

We were training Infantrymen in Charlie, 1/38 Infantry, that was our job, our job included a bit of “weeding out the non-hackers” as R Lee Ermey so aptly put it.  ...

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My 60-Year Affair With The World’s Oldest Profession; Betty, Part I

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Allen’s Airborne enlistment poster (Skit Nite) is an art form I never get tired of admiring, especially leggy women. It also put me in mind of a story that’s been dancing around in my head for a long time. It actually started on a military note, World War II, well sort of, then swerved way back to Mexico, then back to the Army and Korea, then ending up in Russia and the Balkans, with short stops in a host of other countries.

And it was ...

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Doo Doo’s Demise

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I mentioned “Doo Doo” Brown yesterday.  I got his measure the day after I reported.  One of the squads was going to the Bn Aid Station for training, I tagged along and got the tour on the way.  By the time we’d walked the whole half a block to the aid station, Private “Doo Doo” Brown was on my last nerve.  With both feet.  Part of the Ness Impersonator’s skit was when I told Doo Doo, “Shut your pie hole ...

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