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 →
I’ve spoken of my grandfather before. He was the one who told me about my dad’s service in World War II.
We became close friends when he retired from the coal mines and bought a house in central Florida. My grandmother had moved down there a few months ahead of him, and he drove down in the summer of ’52. I was six, and he took me along, 3-4 days ahead of the rest of the family. It was a ... Continue Reading →
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 ... Continue Reading →