Monday, March 30, 2015
I just read the book Omon Ra by Victor Pelevin. This tragic and very funny book says Russia also faked a moon landing. Before reading this book I did not know there is a documentary that accuses Stanley Kubrik of faking the moon landings for the use government.
The documentary says Kubrik felt guilty about deceiving the world and confessed in the movie "The Shining."
Both times I was in Army, the 1970s and now, I have heard earnest young soldiers tell me how President Obama is going to take away their guns, the FBI introduced AIDS and crack into inner city America, 9-11 was an inside job, fluoride is a Commie plot, and many others.
So how did I miss this one? I knew from several sources that the moon landings were faked, but the confession, Wow!!
Recently I was on the phone for about a half hour with a reporter from Deseret News. The topic was soldiers and fitness. She is writing about how soldiers and sailors pork up after they leave active duty. Here's the article.
Well that is their right and privilege as Americans.
We were talking because I sent her an email about how going on active duty for training causes me to work out LESS, not more. She said I was the only soldier she spoke to with that experience.
If there is one vast difference between the military in the Viet Nam Era and now, it is the fat, out-of-shape soldiers. There was the occasional fat supply sergeant or cook in the 1970s Army, but when our Brigade did 4-mile runs in Germany, the vast majority of the soldiers, including us smokers, stayed in formation.
The information the reporter had said that half of the men in women in Guard and Reserve units could not pass the fitness test for their branch of the military. And every active duty unit has soldiers hanging on by a thread trying to pass the fitness test or just giving up because they are too short (of time left on their enlistment) to worry about their lack of fitness.
Currently the Army is forcing out soldiers who are out of shape. At least they are forcing out younger soldiers who are out of shape. The Guard still has master sergeants and warrant officers who are 50 pounds past meeting the height and weight standards, but are untouchable because they know their jobs so well and know how to get around the fitness standards.
And, of course, the vast majority of soldiers who are out of shape have as their first excuse, "I am good at my job." Great. Work for Boeing or Ford then. Soldiers should be able to Move, Shoot and Communicate. A soldier who is out-of-breath after running a mile in shorts and sneakers will never shoot straight after running three miles with full battle gear.
And because we are in the Guard, the high-ranking fat guys make of the PT Test. I have gone to official functions with fat guys performing a skit making fun of the PT Test. During the same month I saw the fat guys yuck it up about the PT Test, I talked to a sergeant I knew. He was getting out because he could not pass the PT Test the next month. He was a good armorer and supply sergeant, had 15 years in and will not be able to retire. He did not want to stay in the Army enough to lose the weight and he was not blaming anyone.
But the porcine performers making fun of the PT Test will retire with huge pensions and a Meritorious Service Medal.
And that is sad.
Here is the Duffel blog view.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
This post is a repost from Iraq. I haven't seen this post in years. It was fun to write and mimic Screwtape. But if you want to hear Screwtape at his best, the Audiobook is read by John Cleese!!! No one could be a better mid-level bureaucrat in Hell than John Cleese. The book is no longer available with Cleese as the narrator, but the letters are collected at the link above.
CLICK here for Screwtape in Iraq.
CLICK here for the book.
Sunday, March 15, 2015
28th CAB PAO at Camp Adder:
Me, SGT Matt Jones, SFC Dale Shade, SGT Andy Mehler
In September of 2009, I moved from the Echo Company motor pool at Camp Adder, Iraq, to Battalion Headquarters of Task Force Diablo. I took the job of writing, laying out and shooting the pictures for a monthly newsletter for the remainder of the deployment. But I knew that a monthly for four of five months would not get any attention.
So I asked to produce a weekly 8-12-page newsletter. The commander and my supervisor agreed. I had a job—and a half. But I got it done.
One big reason I could write that newsletter and shoot the pictures was SGT Matt Jones at 28th Combat Aviation Brigade with an office just 100 meters from mine. Over the next several months I spent a lot of time with Matt. I had not shot pictures since the late 1970s. I got a Nikon digital camera and Matt showed me how to use. And gave me feedback on the photos I took. He also edited my stories—quickly and accurately.
Matt had his own weekly newsletter to produce. And he worked in a much different environment than I did. Everyone in my office worked together really well. Better than most places I have ever worked.
To say that Matt worked in a hostile environment is like the temperature in Hell, if you have to ask. . .
So in between writing stories, shooting photos and producing a weekly newsletter, had to deal with more shit than a dairy farmer from a brigade command staff that did not understand or care to understand how public affairs worked.
But he kept going, quietly producing a great newsletter every week and shooting some award-winning photos along the way. Clearly, some of my best photos were the ones I shot just after Matt showed me something else I could do with shutter speed, ISO, lighting, or angle.
After we returned from Iraq, I worked with Matt while he was with 28th CAB and I still see him on drill weekends sometimes. And he still helps me shoot better pictures.
Most people I know in public affairs, military or civilian, are loud people that laugh, make jokes and are irrepressible gossips. Matt has the flattest affect of anyone I know in public affairs. After a few weeks of working with him he said, “Nice!” about a story I wrote. That was it. He went back to work. If I got that from Matt, I knew the Nobel in Literature was a possibility in the future.
Last summer, in what might be my last summer camp, I got to spend several days writing and editing in the Public Affairs Office at Fort Indiantown Gap. I wrote about how much I enjoyed that time last summer. I did not use any names in that post, but I can now say that part of the fun of the week was Matt laughing when I retold some of the same jokes I told in Iraq for a new group of people. And I am pretty sure Matt said “Nice!” about one of my photos.
Saturday, March 14, 2015
In the past week, I spoke with people who remember the Viet Nam War and what many Americans thought of soldiers back then. Many soldiers serving now don't like being thanked for their service. They think of it as insincere or shallow. They take for granted that the public loves us. That just shows how fast public opinion can change. When the young men in the photo below came home, they might have been greeted with "Baby Killer" instead of "Thank you for your service." I have heard both. I like the Thank You.
I enlisted in 1972, during Viet Nam, but never got closer to Viet Nam than Nevada. Even though I never went to Viet Nam, I was part of the military, so I was a "Baby Killer" in the eyes of many. It is certainly true that Lt. Cali and some others killed civilians, but the people who thought of the military as "Baby Killers" had to believe that more than two million Americans enlisted and suddenly became murderers of children. And they had to accept the word of Jane Fonda and others who were not soldiers about the character of soldiers.
In retrospect, it seems crazy that millions of Americans could have believed that about soldiers from their own towns and neighborhoods and that anyone could have accepted the word of Jane Fonda on military matters. But they did. Could anything be more ridiculous than thinking the children of World War 2 veterans were suddenly transformed to monsters?
As a matter of fact, yes.
People who deny man-made climate change must believe that more than a million people with advanced degrees in science are involved in a conspiracy to defraud America and the world. And on top of that, they have to accept the word of Senator James Inhofe, who knows as much about science as Jane Fonda knows about the military, on the science of climate change.
The other expert climate science deniers on Fox News are lawyers, not scientists. Like Inhofe they receive millions from oil-industry-backed groups, most notably Koch-brothers-sponored organizations.
I know many Americans accept the most idiotic conspiracies. They believe that the same government that lost the Iraq War by saying we "Would be greeted as liberators" and the war would "Pay for itself" is somehow involved in staging 9-11. Some Americans think fluoride is a Soviet Plot and have not noticed the fall of the Soviet Union. Others fight vaccination.
And in the late 60s and early 70s they accepted Jane Fonda's evaluation of our military.
James Inhofe believes he is smarter than all those striving, high achieving people who earn doctorate degrees in chemistry, physics, math, geology and related sciences.
Many members of my family have advanced degrees in physics, math and other fields. They all accept the work of people who work in climate science.
In the Army, I serve with many people who think Fox News is credible.
When Jane Fonda called American Soldiers Baby Killers, I was in High School and my Uncle Jack was on his second of three tours flying close air support in Viet Nam. Anyone who believed her was talking shit about a man I admired more than anyone else in the world except my Dad.
When someone says sincerely that all scientists are involved in a conspiracy, they are talking about my wife, my in-laws, one of my daughters and many of my friends.
I despise conspiracy theories for that reason. They are an excuse to dismiss or hate an entire groups. And like prejudice, they are an excuse to lump people together instead of dealing with them as they are.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
From beginning to its very sad end, the movie simmers with menace, but most of the time is a story of a happy family at their summer home.
At the beginning, tanks on maneuvers line up for an assault along the tree line next to a wheat field just abut ready to harvest. I knew this scene from the time I spent in Germany moving tanks across fields and farms. Sometimes, the tactics we were ordered to use required us to tear up a farm field. We had a German-American team following us who paid farmers for the damage, but the farmers were still upset when we tore up their land.
At the opening the movie, ten tanks line up side-by-side to attack a hill through a wheat field. The farmers yell and bang on the tanks with pitchforks. Colonel Kotov convinces the tank unit to move around the field.
Kotov is a hero. As the day progresses, Kotov becomes more and more vulnerable until a black car takes him away to his death.
As Nigel and I walked home from the movie I asked why he liked it. First we talked about the tanks. They were actually BMP Armored Personnel Carriers with turrets stuck on them.
But then he said he liked the family doing things together. We adopted Nigel several weeks after he was born. From the first day in our home, he had three doting sisters who were 9 to 11 years older. Until Nigel was seven he was surrounded by a big family a dog named Lucky and two cats: Athos and Porthos.
Then when he was almost eight, his two older sisters went off to college. A few months after his ninth birthday, I went to Iraq for a year. Then that fall, his third sister went to college. During the year I was in Iraq, it was just Nigel, his Mom and Porthos--by this time Athos and Lucky had died.
Nigel clearly misses the big family that he spent his first seven years in. Since then we adopted another son about Nigel's age, had another woman move in for a few year's who was about the age of Nigel's sisters, and we have another big dog.
It was clear when I got back that Nigel was very proud of me for going to Iraq, but not very happy that I left. This movie which I saw as wrenching tragedy he saw as a really nice family.
Sunday, March 1, 2015
During the February drill weekend, our Command Sergeant Major asked for a disc of 200 or so phots to send to the Army Aviation Training Facility at Fort Rucker, Alabama. We regularly send pilots and other aircrew there for training and the flight school asked for photos of 28th CAB.
Here are some I picked out of the 10,000 or so photos I have taken over the last six years. Now that I have actually looked through then, a large percentage are of ceremonies, mostly changes of command. None of those photos are included:
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