Every Veteran who has joined the American military since 1973 volunteered.
The 16-18 year-olds you will speaking to, from groups as small as a dozen, to classroom sized, even auditoriums as you get better known, may not be there voluntarily. Their parents probably sent them.
We’ve all been students in a class room. Think back. We had to be there. Certain rules applied as to how we could behave. But just like a horse to water, they couldn’t make us drink.
From middle school through ... Continue Reading →
VeteransTales.org is the current home of The Veterans USA 15:13 Foundation.
The Foundation awaits application and approval by IRS as a 501c3 non-profit, while VeteransTales.org is a growing site for veterans to share stories and photos, primarily from the Vietnam era and post-911 era, with memories extending as far back as World War II.
The Veterans 15:13 Foundation has primarily an educational purpose; to enlist and train, and develop venues for veterans all over the country, to be able to relate to ... Continue Reading →
So that backward glance to the 1960s reveals that what we thought was just a blip in our history— Yankee imperialism, force-feeding Christianity on non-Christian cultures (trust me, I heard it all), and the best gag of all, our warmongering being forced on a culture of youth who only wanted to groove and get in touch with whatever visions peyote buds could produce. Yeah, man!
Fifty years later, we’ve seen those innocent children of the sun morph into the most vicious cultural ... Continue Reading →
(This is a set-up piece, a prelude, as to why we need a corps of veterans out there teaching young kids about America. Like any military exercise, we have to 1) know the objective and 2) and know the size and power of the obstacles out there laying out there to keep us from reaching it.)
Recently we published a piece calling for national service, suggesting that every high school graduate be required to attend a boot camp of sorts, where, among other things, they ... Continue Reading →
We began this conversation a couple of weeks ago, when we pointed out that 90% of Americans have invested none of their own skin in this game that is called “Keeping America Alive.” Even my generation, the last to know the military draft, which was never natural to the American scheme of warfare anyway, and which accounts for about half of the “skin in the game” citizenry today, are now in our 60s and 70s, and will soon pass away.
Most college-aged ... Continue Reading →
I must begin by apologizing for my long absence, unlike the rest of the world the northern prairie only has two seasons. Winter’s Here and Winter’s Coming. During Winter’s Coming you must expend all your energy preparing for Winter’s Here. It’s a genetic, instinctual action, by September there will be a killing frost and then or shortly after then will come snow asshole deep to a tall giraffe. If your not ready you die and that is Winter’s goal, to ... Continue Reading →
A word from the Garritrooper, just so you’ll know where we intend to go with VeteransTales.org. and the Veterans 15:13 Foundation
A Little Background
In the mid-80s, when I was in industry, a second-shift floor mechanic came up to me and said, “If you’ll put me on first shift and give me a little raise, I’ll work harder.”
No, really. He said that.
Yet here we are begging for a raise, without a proven product, or for that matter, any indication we can actually ... Continue Reading →
This is a theme with us at VeteransTales.0rg.
When more veterans with skin in the game have checked in, this will be a running topic, and within two years, a working project on the ground. (Check our Mission statement for the longer game.)
At the heart of this inquiry is hearing from veterans about what it is in the hearts and minds that causes an American to go down and enlist when he or she don’t have to, and when more than 95% of Americans ... Continue Reading →
Bet you didn’t know it was called Decoration Day for close to a 100 years before it was a national holiday (1971), but the government gave the unions and working folks a day off on Monday, so as to keep them at the beach, full of beer, instead of in church. Since Decoration Day was always on Sunday fewer showed up.
Because the 9/11 wars aren’t over, we don’t yet have a name for those wars, or a national monument for our dead or their ... Continue Reading →
In the mid 90s, before I began traveling to the Soviet Bloc regularly, and finding out what their outhouses looked like, I taught a few semesters at a small business college in Cincinnati.
The students were all black, mostly young women, and from the looks of the nursery across the hall, mostly all young mothers.
This was during the period when Newt Gingrich took over the House, and among other things, forced Bill Clinton to sign into law the ending of AFDC (Aid to Families ... Continue Reading →