We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
This was written by a former POW in Hanoi, Mike Benge. To know more of his astonishing survival, read his POW bio.
Every one of our servicemembers must know that we will never forget nor abandon them. The punks in the Obama administration are the only ones who deserve to be abandoned. Their cowardly perfidy will not be forgotten.
Christmas Lights over Hanoi
The lighting of the Christmas trees in Washington, DC and New York are beautiful sights. And the Christmas lights in Denver and other cities are outstanding. However, the most beautiful Christmas lights of all were those of the Christmas bombing of Hanoi in '72. The flash of the Sam missiles, the flares dropped from the plane, the arclights hitting the city, and yes, even when a Sam hit a plane, it was all spectacular, for this gave us all hope and we knew we were soon going home.
Bless that noon time reccie who flew up the train tracks blowing past our camp for the past year with a sonic boom while gaining altitude and turning across the Red River heading for home. It gave us hope, and we knew that when the bombs started falling, we wouldn't get hit, for Uncle Sam knew where we were.
When the bombs started falling, we all cheered, and for a minute the guards threatened to shoot us if we didn't shut up, but they soon were crouching in their hidey-holes and shitting in their mess kits as the bombs started falling and they were too scared to say anything more.
I was 8 years old when this event happened, and quite frankly I was never told at any time while growing up about this conflict...not to my satisfaction, anyway. I guess the political winds blew and shifted a bit too much to the left then, as now. No matter what anyone thinks of the reasons we were in that conflict, once again the fighters of our once great country did us proud. They, these boys , made men in Vietnam gave us their full measure and were never given the full measure of our thanks. Merry Christmas, and thank you to the survivors, and departed, and may God hold the traitors in our government ( especially one horse-faced ex-senator from Massachusetts) accountable.
Sorry I'm a bit late to the party here. These guys make me feel inadequate. I don't think I could've made it through what Stockdale, McCain and the others suffered, and my hat's off to them all.
May we all live as though we appreciate the liberty of which these guys were deprived for so long.
Bruce, I thank you.