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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tupolev_Tu-22M
The Tupolev Tu-22M (NATO reporting name "Backfire") is a supersonic, swing-wing, long-range strategic and maritime strike bomber developed by the Soviet Union.
During the Cold War, the Tu-22M was operated by the VVS (Soviet Air Force) in a strategic bombing role, and by the AVMF (Aviatsiya Voyenno-Morskogo Flota, Soviet Naval Aviation) in a long-range maritime anti-shipping role. The United States was highly concerned about the threat that this new bomber posed. By 1982 fewer than 200 had been built. While it was unable to complete a round trip to the continguous United States without aerial refueling, it posed a tremendous threat to the US Navy and to NATO assets everywhere. Refueled, on one-way missions, or forward based, Backfires had the ability to make low-level penetrations of United States territory almost at will. NORAD relied heavily on early detection and interception of high-altitude bombers and had comparatively few surface-to-air assets to defend against such an attack.
Combat service
The Tu-22M saw its first combat use in Afghanistan from 1987 to 1989. Its usage was similar to the USAF deployment of B-52 Stratofortress bombers in Vietnam, dropping large tonnages of conventional ordnance. Despite the considerable power of these attacks, their strategic usefulness was marginal.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/24/07 3:52 AM
I find myself thinking of some "memories" of when I was assigned to the USS Wainwright. The ship had left port for a short regional deployment and I stayed back because I had a medical appointment on base. Or something like that. Not really sure why I didn't leave with the ship but it was because of some appointment on base. After that appointment, there was a period before the ship was due back when I was assigned to work in an office there on base. I liked the assignment because I had to wear my dress uniform and I liked that because I got to wear all my ribbons. I didn't have any ribbons until we were in the Persian Gulf and so most of my ribbons were from that Operation Praying Mantis combat engagement. There were two other petty officers in the office; they might have been CPO's, but maybe Petty Officer First Class's. They didn't really have any work for me to do in there so they had me crumpling up pages of documents that were going into a burn bag because they were classified. They told me to take my time and pace myself because they didn't have any other work for me but I "remember" that I went through all the documents too soon and then didn't have anything to do. But then I was watching one of them typing up some regular report on a computer and he didn't know how to touch type so I volunteered to type it for him. I think the word processor was Gemstar. He told me I had saved him a lot of time. I had to leave and report back to the Wainwright the next day I think.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 05/09/07 12:15 AM
So that is why Lesa Jewell's husband, Tom Withem, went to work for the IT department at 7-11 Corporation.
05/16/07 6:02 PM
This might mean something. Something about how Lesa Jewell's husband, Tom Withem, worked for the IT department at the 7-11 Corporation.
From 8/4/1961 to 7/16/1963 is: 711 days
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lauren_Tom
Lauren Tom (born August 4, 1961) is an American actress and voice actress.
Tom began vocal work in the animated series Superman: The Animated Series (as Angela Chen). From there Lauren had minor roles on Pinky and the Brain and Extreme Ghostbusters before landing her lasting roles on King of the Hill and later Futurama.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Futurama
Futurama is an Emmy Award-winning animated sitcom created by Matt Groening (creator of The Simpsons) and David X. Cohen for the Fox network, and will resume airing in 2008 on Comedy Central. The series follows the adventures of a former New York City pizza delivery boy, Philip J. Fry after he is cryonically frozen at midnight, December 31, 1999, and is revived one thousand years in the future.
Amy Wong (Lauren Tom) — Amy is an incredibly rich, spoiled, blunt, and extremely accident-prone intern at Planet Express. She is an engineering student at Mars University and heiress to half of Mars. Born on Mars, she is ethnically Chinese, prone to frequently cursing in Cantonese, and using 31st century slang.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 11/19/2006 8:54 AM
For two, maybe three times recently I have wondered about what I was wearing when Microsoft took my photo on 12/7/98 for my security badge. I was thinking about how the heavy long-sleeve shirt I was wearing could symbolize the USN because it was gray. But I didn’t catch on to the mock turtle-neck I was wearing under it. That undershirt was green and would symbolize wearing the green camouflage of a SEAL. There would also be some symbolism with the “Star Trek” uniforms that I think were in style in the series that were airing at that time.
Earlier, I determined that the address of the house I “remember” owning in County Club Estates in Greer, SC, is clearly not the same place I “remember” living in. I probably have never even been there. Everything I “remember” about it is from photos and video that was shown to me following the medical process that erased conscious awareness of my real memories. Those photos and videos were shown to me to create new “memories.“ I found a color satellite photo of that street and I was able to determine the house I “remember” living in by the circle driveway, as well as some other features, such as a bend in the street. But while I “remember” that my address was number 30, the address of that house seems to be 76.
This is a location I have described several times in my journal over the years, in the context of my artificial and symbolic memory. I believe it represents, primarily, my combat experiences in the Bekaa Valley of Lebanon in the 1980's.
http://local.live.com/default.aspx?v=2&cp=33.737634~-94.078712&style=a&lvl=17&tilt=-90&dir=0&alt=-1000&rtp=null~null&sp=Point.pmp0gh74sw6r_Tram___~Point.pmpgy474syr0_Bridge%20out___~Point.pmr3zx74ntby_Hatridges___~Point.pmq1f574mvsj_Mills%20Store___~Point.pmn18s74pj73_Our%20house___~Point.pmn4ch74pdtz_Red%20squirrels___~Point.pmm77674pm23_Wood%20bridge___~Point.pmn7v674qqd8_Gray%20squirrels%20all%20along%20this%20creek%20 and%20a%20lot%20of%20snakes___&encType=1
I can't remember this in the conventional sense but my thoughts suggest it was 5/9/1985 when I almost crashed into the ocean in my F-14 fighter, as I wrote about the other day. That was the time I think the Soviets jumped us and exploded the F-14 on my wing. The missile that hit me shattered my canopy and killed the RIO in the seat behind me. I was knocked unconscious but regained control seconds before crashing into the ocean. I believe that incident is in my artificial symbolic memory in the form of a time I was driving a convertible Mustang car and almost ran into a bridge stanchion when I fell asleep driving on the interstate one night on my way back to the Orlando Navy base. I can still visualize the guy in the passenger seat leaning over and asking if I was all right. What I think that represents is the pilot of another F-14 Tomcat flying next to me on approach to the aircraft carrier. I had a concussion from the missile explosion that shattered the canopy of my F-14 and was having a hard time staying conscious. In that artificial and symbolic memory, the guy in the back seat never wakes up and I can still visualize him slumped over in the seat and I believe that "memory" represents that the RIO in the backseat of my F-14 Tomcat was dead.
In the speech referenced below, President Reagan might have made those comments about “mission accomplished” to indicate that the people sent to shoot me down were not only unsuccessful but that they also were never going to be coming home from that unsuccessful mission to assassinate me. I assume they had done it to gain some kind of political leverage over President Reagan. I'm not certain if they were then actively working with Microsoft to hijack my identity, although I am certain they had traitors working in our government, to report on my activities, among other activities.
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=38671
Address at the United States Naval Academy Commencement Exercises in Annapolis, Maryland
May 22nd, 1985
One man who sat where you do now and graduated from the Naval Academy in 1968 is another member of our administration-Assistant Secretary of Defense James Webb, the most decorated member of his class. James' gallantry as a marine officer in Vietnam won him the Navy Cross and other decorations, including two Purple Hearts. James wrote several books about American service men and women. In his book, "A Sense of Honor," he describes the life that you have chosen. He wrote:
"Servicemen are always in motion, in the air at more than the speed of sound, underwater at depths whales could only dream of, on the surface of the water cruising at 30 miles an hour through crashing seas with another ship almost touching theirs . . . replenishing their oil supplies. Or they are on the ground, in the dirt, testing and training weapons that may someday kill others but today may deal them that same irony. The smallest margin of error separates a live man from a dead man. And in war, of course, they are the first and usually the only ones to pay. The President and the Congress may suffer bad news stories. The military man suffers the deaths of his friends, early and often." End quote.
The speech linked below, with excerpts, reinforces my theory that the Soviets tried to shoot me down earlier in the month. I don’t know if they were doing it because of this speech or to time it with President Reagan’s visits in Europe. I read some other speeches that made me think they tried to time their assassinating attempt with President Reagan's activities.
The reference to the RIO is to illustrate that President Reagan's speech at the U.S. Naval Academy could be referring to my RIO that was killed earlier that month.
http://depts.washington.edu/uwnrotc/officer/commun/nfo.html
F-14 Tomcat - on these fast, maneuverable carrier-based jet fighters, an NFO is the Radar-Intercept Officer (RIO) in the back seat, and guides the Naval Aviator regarding the optimum course and speed to intercept hostile aircraft. RIO's also operate the complex navigation, sensor, and weapons systems onboard.
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=38671
Address at the United States Naval Academy Commencement Exercises in Annapolis, Maryland
May 22nd, 1985
Congresswoman Holt, Secretary Lehman, Admiral Watkins, General Davis, Admiral Larson, distinguished guests, members of the class of 1985, ladies and gentlemen: I am so proud and honored to be here and to have a 22-gun salute. [Laughter]
But it's an honor for any President to commemorate the graduation of new officers from our service academies, but today is a special privilege for me. I was reminded on the way up here that we have a lot in common. You were the first class to enter the Naval Academy during my term in office, and you might say we've finished a 4-year course together. Now we're both about ready for the real stuff. [Laughter] One thing bothers me, though. I still seem to be climbing that greased monument and you only had to do it once, 3 years ago. 1 [Laughter]
1 The President was referring to the Herndon Monument, an obelisk which freshmen must scale on the first afternoon of Commissioning Week.
Well, looking out over your faces in this inspiring and historic setting gives reason for confidence in our nation's future. These last 4 years have been spent preparing you to assume responsibility for the protection of our country and all that we stand for. You're part of a noble tradition.
America's independence and freedom, since we were but 13 Colonies huddled along the Atlantic coast, have relied on the bravery, the good sense, and leadership of her officer corps. We've leaned heavily on men of the sea, on our Navy and Marine Corps. Your careers will be no less significant to future generations of Americans than those of past naval heroes.
You will hear during your career, as I've heard during times in my life, that maintaining the military at peak readiness-keeping our forces trained and supplied with the best weapons and equipment—is too costly. Well, I say it is too costly for America not to be prepared. As Presidents since Washington have noted: The way to prevent war is to be prepared for it.
And as obvious as that is, it's not always appreciated. There's a story about John Paul Jones' chief gunners mate. It was during the gore and thunder of that most historic battle. He was loading and firing cannon and carrying the wounded to the medical officer, cutting away the tangled rigging. And apparently in the midst of that first fight, John Paul Jones went below momentarily and changed into a new uniform. And as he emerged on deck a voice rang out through the smoke and fire—it was the British captain asking, "Have you struck your colors?" And the gunners mate, sweat and blood dripping from his body, turned and saw Jones now in his fresh uniform reply: "I have not yet begun to fight." And the gunners mate said, "There's always somebody who didn't get the word." [Laughter]
If I have this all figured out correctly, then it seems that as a U.S. Navy officer, I was a strategic asset in President Reagan’s diplomacy efforts during the final days of the Cold War. I was reminded of that as I was reading this following article. I was also reminded of something I wrote in my journal about 3 years ago. I wrote basically the same thing but from a slightly different perspective because I was the one our former adversaries seemed to be trying to use to symbolize their winning strategy. I think it was a few months earlier when my F-14 was hit by a missile as I described the other day.
http://www.hoover.org/publications/digest/4513591.html
Ronald Reagan’s Best Scene
My favorite Ronald Reagan story is one he told me himself. It was his account of his private conversation with the Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev on the occasion of their first summit meeting in Geneva in November 1985.
Their formal talks were to be held in a palace on the heights overlooking the lake, but before the official sessions were to begin, the president wanted to have an informal chat with Gorbachev, with only their interpreters present. President Reagan chose a little-used boat house by the lake as the site for this chat. He directed that a fire be lit in the fireplace to take the seasonal chill off the old place.
The two men sat by the fire, at first making small talk and exchanging pleasantries. Then, President Reagan turned the conversation to talk of children. As he had hoped, it seemed to establish some common ground between them. After a time, he turned and stared thoughtfully at the fire. When he turned back to Gorbachev, Reagan looked directly into his eyes and—in what he later described to me as his “most plaintive, wistful tone”—said, “I do hope for the sake of our children that we can find some way to avert this terrible, escalating arms race . . .”
As Reagan paused, Gorbachev—thinking the president had completed his thought—smiled slyly, unable to mask a sudden look of triumph in his eyes. After several seconds, Gorbachev opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Reagan continued, “. . . because, if we can’t, America will not lose it, I assure you.”
As he waited for the interpreter to translate his words into Russian, the president continued looking into Gorbachev’s eyes—just as he was looking into mine when, years later, he told me this story. Gorbachev met his gaze, but the brief look of triumph had gone from his eyes. He nodded his understanding. After a few moments of silence, President Reagan, assuming the air of genial host, put a friendly hand on Gorbachev’s shoulder and said, “Well, I’ve really enjoyed our conversation, but now I guess we had better get ready for dinner.”
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=37024
Remarks at El Centro Naval Air Station, California
January 3rd, 1986
Ladies and gentlemen, I can't tell you what this welcome means to me. And I know so many that had a hand in it—all of you here at the El Centro naval facility, members of the Navy League, and the Fleet Reserve Association. I'd like to say a special greeting, also, to Congressman Duncan Hunter and Mika Camarena, whose husband gave his life for all of us in the fight against the drug traffic. And my thanks to the Holtville Band. I think you're well known to some of them here.
Well, this is, as I say, a very great welcome. I know that the El Centro naval facility is not only a great training center here for all of our Navy pilots but is the winter home of the Blue Angels, host to the Royal Air Force Falcons. There's only one thing, as an old ex-horse cavalryman: How come this Navy facility is out here in the desert? May I just say to all of you—and I know that time is of the essence and I must get in this and cross the border—may I just say that of all the things that one can find to be proud of in a position such as mine, nothing has made me more proud than the men and women in uniform in our Armed Forces. God bless you all. And every time I read some things like Mr. Qadhafi sounding off the way he does, I just think to myself about all of you, and I can't be bothered with Mr. Qadhafi.But again, God bless you all. Thank you all for being out here. This is very heartwarming. I'm most grateful. Thank you.
Note: The President spoke at 10:01 a.m. at Hangar 4 of the naval air station, before departing for his meeting with President De la Madrid Hurtado in Mexicali, Mexico. In his closing remarks, he referred to Libyan Chief of State Mu'ammar Qadhafi.
The detail I can visualize of driving that convertible Mustang is not of the front passenger leaning over. Rather, he was leaning forward with his head turned to look at me. What I think I am trying to remember is seeing the pilot in the F-14 to my starboard looking at me as I was approaching the aircraft carrier for a trap with the emergency barricade. The guy in the backseat was slumped over asleep the whole time I almost crashed because he represents the RIO that was killed from a close explosion of a missile on my F-14 Tomcat in May 1985. I believe that incident was incorporated into the "Cougar" character in the "Top Gun" movie a year later and then movie "Iron Eagle" in early 1986 where he flies the Cessna through something that looks like the emergency barricade.
http://www.dodmedia.osd.mil/Assets/Still/1987/Navy/DN-ST-87-11415.JPEG
The star of "Iron Eagle" was born 5.93 years after me. The actress who portrays his girlfriend was born 59 days after 5/1/1967. There are a few other details I found that are associated with me. One troubling detail, though, was about the registration number on his Cessna in that movie, as I noted.
I assume that that it was 5/9/1985 when I was almost shot down in F-14 Tomcat and my RIO was killed. I don't remember any of that in the conventional sense; rather it is a date I started thinking of and puzzling over.
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=38608
The President's News Conference
May 10th, 1985
The Preident's Trip to Europe
The President. Ladies and gentlemen, I wanted to share with you this morning some of the more significant results of this trip and to take a few of your questions before we leave for home.
The journey to Europe has involved many highs and, yes, some anguishing moments. It took us to one of Europe's youngest capitals and two of its oldest and to a city which symbolizes the continuing quest for European unity. And at every stop I emphasized that our European friends can count on the United States to be their partner, to help them grow, to support their democratic aspirations, and to stand with them to protect the peace.
We are leaving today with our Atlantic ties strengthened, and we're returning home mission accomplished.
Donald Mills truck, something I liked about the engine, but it was rather utilitarian, if that's the right word, it was just a work truck, it wasn't as cool as my trucks. I used to like to modify the carburator for some reason. And there was the time the roof liner fell on my head one day I was driving. Mom told me one time I was driving too fast when I passed by the house in that truck.
That dream I wrote about recently, where I was wearing a garment similar to “Neo’s” cassock-like garment from “Matrix Reloaded” also included Captain’s stipes on my shoulders. I was confused about that detail though because they seemed to be on epaulets and I don’t remember ever seeing a U.S. Navy officer’s uniform that had the rank stripes on epaulets. Last night I remembered that scene from “Crimson Tide” where the character Gene Hackman portrays in sitting in the ward room and his Captain stripes are on epaulets. So maybe that is a real USN uniform and I guess it is the shirt you would wear under the dress blue jacket. I can’t remember the name of that style of USN officer uniform but it is the one the Tom Cruise wore in court in “A Few Good Men.” It would make sense to have the stripes on flexible epaulets because the shoulder boards wouldn’t work well with a jacket over them.
The night Diane Broch and I met, we were in that bar in Wisconsin and she was laughing as I sang along with a song that was playing. “The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.” I wonder if that represents somehow when we were hit by a missile on 2/14/1986. She was wearing some kind of light green jumpsuit that was fashionable among women back in the 80’s. There was fog on the floor as we danced.
I have been wondering for a few hours today, maybe yesterday too, about a couple memories I have as Kerry Burgess in the Navy. Actually, there are several memories counted the ones that started this train of thought. I think it started early this morning or last night when I started thinking again about those training exercises in Charleston while on the Taylor. I wrote about them a couple years ago. One was that boiler room fire exercise and the other was the simulated missile strike on our ship where we then had to patch the hole to stop the flooding. I can still hear, or so it seems, the loud clanging noise from when the exercise started by someone outside the ship compartment mock-up hitting on the side with a sledgehammer. Then I remembered another time on the Taylor when we were out to sea. It was the first time the Taylor fired a missile. I was in the forward repair locker at the time which was directly under the missile launcher. I told someone later that when the missile fired, it felt as though someone had hit me on the top of my helmet with a sledgehammer. I wonder if I am remembering too very different incidents. The first, in the flooding compartment exercise, combined with the smoke-filled boiler room fire, is actually my deflected memories of being on the Sheffield when it was hit. That loud clanging sound wasn't a sledgehammer outside the compartment, rather it was the Exocet hitting the side of the ship. The boiler room fire exercise was actually the fire on the Exocet. My memory of an earlier experience with my half-brother and step-brothers and the tent outside in the rain represents our evacuation of the Sheffield and waiting to be rescued. As for the first missile firing from the Taylor and the sledgehammer to my helmet, I am wondering again about some thoughts of having the canopy blown off my aircraft from a close missile explosion. Maybe the explains something on the top of my head. At first I told myself that I should have some memories to explain what is that feature on my head, which I did not. But then I did remember something, something about a tender spot on my head from long, long ago. That may be why something caught my attention a couple years ago. I made note of it at the time, something about that WW1 German pilot, Richthofen, the Red Baron, and how he sustained a head injury in combat.
This morning, after I left the VA, I started thinking about this memory I have of Florida in 1984 and its possible symbolism to reality. It was shortly after I got out of boot camp. I rented a Mustang convertible and took a trip to Daytona Beach. I made two separate trips over one weekend. I remember sitting in the car on base in front of the base club and talking briefly to a guy I went to Ashdown High School with but didn't know very well. The first trip was with Chris Root from boot camp and we went somewhere on the east coast, I guess Daytona, and then traveled across state to I think Tampa. The second day, I don't remember sleeping much, I drove back to Orlando and dropped off Chris and one or more other people that went with us, I can't remember who else was there. Early that morning, I think it was Sunday, I was sitting in that base club parking lot again and I ran into a couple other guys I went to boot camp. We drove out to Daytona for the day. The important part of all this seems to be early that next morning when we were driving back. The other guys were asleep and I dozed off while driving down the interstate. I either woke up on my own or the guy in the passenger seat woke me up just in time to keep us from hitting a pylon of an interstate overpass. He asked me if I was all right. I don't think the other guy even woke up. After I remembered that memory, I had the sense that the Mustang represented an aircraft. These people, in this memory and other memories, in the passenger seat represent a crewperson as opposed to a co-pilot. The Mustang, as opposed to a pickup with its cargo bed which could represent wing pylons for bombs, represents, possibly, a fighter or attack jet on a mission where speed and agility are the most important characteristics. The lack of a cargo bed would suggest that it carried no weapons and was possibly on some kind of reconnoisance mission, to take photos of some object, for example. The reason it was a convertible Mustang, I suspect, may be that it represents some memory that tugs and nags my mind about having the canopy blown off my aircraft at some time. The top was down. The part of this memory of him asking me if I was all right represents, I suspect, us trying to recover physically from the concussion of the explosion that tore off the canopy. Incidents and experiences such as those are probably more stressful to relive than to actually experience, especially in my mental state of knowing but not remembering. The passenger, in this memory in the car, had no control over the car and needed to get me alert to regain control of the car. The pylon of the overpass we almost hit represents that we almost crashed to the ground. I don't know what the third guy represents, ground control perhaps? We could have been in an aircraft with room for three people, but that doesn't feel right. I don't remember anything after that.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Top_Gun_%28film%29
Release date(s) May 16, 1986
Plot summary
Tom Cruise plays Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, a cocky young United States Navy F-14 Tomcat pilot aboard the USS Enterprise. Maverick is the son of Duke Mitchell, a fighter pilot shot down during the Vietnam War and listed as missing in action with no details, a mystery which haunts Maverick. Former Top Gun instructor pilot (and later Member of Congress) Randy “Duke” Cunningham claimed to have been the inspiration for Maverick, although the movie's producer denied this, saying that the character was not based on any specific aviator.[1]
The film begins "somewhere in the Indian Ocean" with Maverick and his Radar Intercept Officer (RIO) "Goose" (Anthony Edwards) flying wing man to lead pilot "Cougar" and his RIO "Merlin" (Robbins), en route to intercept an unknown inbound aircraft (a bogey). It turns out to be two hostile MiG-28 aircraft; the country is unnamed, though the adversary pilots (masked by flight helmets) are presumably Soviet advisors flying for some country which is presumably equipped with Soviet equipment and having Soviet military advisors, such as South Yemen. Though restrained by rules of engagement against pre-emptive fire, and despite Cougar being outflown and trapped almost immediately, Maverick manages to intimidate both "bandits" into withdrawing. He scares the first one off by a missile lock and does an inverted flight over the second, ending in Maverick flipping off the pilot and Goose taking his picture. Alarmed and humiliated, the second enemy aircraft flies away also. Despite this, Cougar is thoroughly shaken and does not obey return-to-base orders, despite his fighter's dwindling fuel supply. Maverick, also low on fuel, heroically risks his own plane in order to guide Cougar back to their aircraft carrier.
Cougar is deeply troubled by the incident, risking his life when he has a family to think about. He realizes he has lost his edge and "turns in his wings" (resigns). That means Maverick and Goose are now the best pilot-RIO team in the squadron. The timing of Cougar's resignation is serendipitous for Maverick and Goose, because it is at the same time that their squadron commander, Stinger, must select one pilot-RIO team to send to the Navy's elite "TOPGUN" fighter pilot school (US Navy Fighter Weapons School) at NAS Miramar, in San Diego, California. With Cougar gone, Stinger must send Maverick and Goose to the school - something he is reluctant to do, not least because of Maverick's attitude.
I recognize the date 5/1/1967 as when I first flew a fighter jet by myself.
From 5/1/1967 to 12/21/1970 is: 3 years, 33 weeks, 3 days
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F-14
Maiden flight 21 December 1970
The Grumman F-14 Tomcat is a supersonic, twin-engine, two-seat, variable geometry wing aircraft. The F-14 was the United States Navy's primary maritime air superiority fighter, fleet defense interceptor and tactical reconnaissance platform from 1972 to 2006. It later performed precision strike missions once it was integrated with LANTIRN.[2] It was developed after the collapse of the F-111B project, and was the first of the American teen-series fighters which were designed incorporating the experience of air combat in Vietnam against MiGs.
It entered service in 1972 with the U.S. Navy, replacing the F-4 Phantom II. It was later exported to the Imperial Iranian Air Force in 1976. It was retired from the U.S. Navy fleet on 22 September 2006, having been replaced by the F/A-18E/F Super Hornet.[3] As of 2007, it remains in service only with the Islamic Republic of Iran Air Force.
These dates for “Top Gun” reflects the love interest of “Maverick” to my real birthday and then in comparison to the birthdates for the actress that portrayed “Goose’s” wife with the birth date of Phoebe. There are probably little details Phoebe will pick up on too, if she knows now what to look for. For example, I wonder about the brown leather jacket "Charlie" wears that seems to have a U.S. Navy officer's crest on the collar as well as some form of pilots wings. I wonder if Phoebe wore one of my jackets like that.
From 7/9/1957 to 3/3/1959 is: 602 days
From 11/19/1961 to 7/16/1963 is: 604 days
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000534/
Kelly McGillis
Date of Birth: 9 July 1957
Top Gun (1986) .... Charlie
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/
Meg Ryan
Date of Birth: 19 November 1961
Top Gun (1986) .... Carole
From 3/3/1959 to 7/3/1962 is: 3 years, 122 days
122 / 365 = 0.334
From 3/3/1959 to 7/3/1962 is: 3.334 years
33-34
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000129/
Tom Cruise
Date of Birth: 3 July 1962
Top Gun (1986) .... Maverick
From 3/3/1959 to 7/27/1972 is: 13 years, 4 months, 3 weeks, 3 days
1-34-33
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F-15_Eagle
Maiden flight 27 July 1972
The McDonnell Douglas (now Boeing) F-15 Eagle is an all-weather tactical fighter designed to gain and maintain air superiority in aerial combat. It was developed for the U.S. Air Force, and first flew in July 1972. The F-15E Strike Eagle derivative is an all-weather strike fighter that entered service in 1989.
http://www.boeing.com/history/mdc/eagle.htm
F-15 Eagle Tactical Fighter
First flight: July 27, 1972
I have found myself thinking more about those columns of smoke rising from the back of 1967 blue Chevrolet. But I feel as though I am trying to remember a moment of flashback in my reality. I think of myself sitting in a car, it is a Mustang, and there is a woman in the passenger seat. Out of the corner of my eye, I see smoke rising behind us and I have a strong flashback, thinking they are incoming missiles and I need to react quickly without thinking. I have these thoughts that I tore off the gear shift thinking it was the stick in my aircraft. And I think I twisted the steering wheel to evade but then I think I probably grabbed the door handle or something on the door thinking it was the throttle. Then I think about that scene from "Unbreakable" and I wonder if I crashed the car in the midst of my flashback. I want to say I was in Hawaii at the time, home on leave after perhaps being in Lebanon in the early 80's. There was something else I wanted to note about this but it just slipped my mind. That seems to be happening more often. It drives me crazy not having access to a computer at any hour of the day.
Oh yeah, now I remember that other detail. It was one morning when Denzil was driving mom's Bonneville. I think it was a Sunday morning, maybe a Saturday, he and I were going into Ashdown to have breakfast at a place called Mac's Diner. After he pulled out of our driveway, I heard his foot slap the floorboard about the same time he pulled down on the gearshift on the steering wheel column. He told me sheepishly that he thought he was driving his pickup which also had the gear shift on the column, but the pickup was a standard transmission.
01/15/07 3:16 PM
What about those dreams? There was that one I can "remember" talking about to other people and that is an important detail, it seems to me. Why would I have false memories that involve me, in a false memory, talking about a dream that I never had. I can't remember as much of the detail about the dream as I feel I used to know, but the setting of the dream was in the mobile home of that place Joseph Burgess lived when he was managing that cattle ranch in north east Oklahoma. I can remember that Kevin and Jody and maybe Melissa were there. I feel as though there are some details missing now, but the dramatic event in the dream was that there were vampires in the house and we were scared. Eventually, we were all in the bedroom at the front on the trailer, and the really spooky part about the dream was that I could hear the vampire breathing but I couldn't see anything because I had the cover pull over my head. But I could hear it getting closer and closer and closer until it seemed to be right next to me. Then I woke up and the breathing I had heard all that time was from my girlfriend, Amanda. I was spending the night at her apartment when the Wainwright was in port. In the other dream, and I remember telling people about this one too, I was eating dinner that my mom had cooked and I was eating a biscuit and then I woke up and I had the comforter in my mouth. And now I just thought, there was that woman who lived down the street from me when I lived at Wexford and she worked at the First Federal. One day we were standing out in the parking lot after I had fixed the ATM, I think her name was Robin, and she accidentally spilled coffee on my red Mazda RX-7 and was very apologetic but I told her not to worry about it. I can still picture that scene. It seems it was the left side, behind the rear wheel, towards the bottom of the body. Why would I remember that?
01/15/07 3:47 PM
Why would I have false memories of dreams? That just continues to baffle me.
01/15/07 3:48 PM
Why would I remember that time I was driving that convertible Mustang I wrote of earlier and the top was down and a McDonald's Quarter Pounder or Big Mac package was flying around in the front seat? That was the day, must have been the Saturday because I remember different people being with me on the second day, when Chris Root was with me and we were driving to Tampa, where he was from.
01/15/07 3:51 PM
But why a McDonald's package? Why would I remember something so trivial?
03/09/07 3:39 AM
I wonder if that pilot flying the A-6 I was in that was shot down on 2/14/86 was named Ken Morgan. In my symbolic "memories," Ken Morgan was a guy who lived off Hicks Road between our house and Wilton. His house was a little ways down a dirt road that led off from where Hicks Road makes a 90-degree turn towards Wilton. Billy Parker lived nearby but off a different dirt road that ran off that 90-degree turn. I "remember" that Ken had some kind of little car that was not unlike Billy Parker's Comet, but I can't "remember" the make Ken drove. It might have been a Mustang II, which I think was very different than the Mustang. But I "remember" it was a butt-ugly yellowish-green kind of color. I also "remember" that Ken liked to pull back the emergency brake when he was driving because it would cause the car to spin around a few times. I have this visualization in my mind of sitting there talking to him in that car and I can picture him half-looking at me as he had his hand on the emergency brake and saying he was going to pull it. But he must not have because I don't "remember" the car spinning around. What is really odd about that "memory" is that it is right around the point on Hicks Road where Michael died. He was driving in the opposite direction than we were. Michael drifted off the right side of the road, his right turned got caught in a narrow utility ditch that had been dug along the side of the road, he over-corrected, which then caused his pickup to spin around and off the other side. When his pickup hit a tree on the right side, he was thrown across the cab and broke his skull on the right side door. He was there a few hours before any one found him.
03/17/07 8:55 AM
I woke up this time thinking, partially visualizing, flying an F-14 Tomcat over the ocean somewhere. I can almost visualize another F-14 flying on my wing. Suddenly, the other F-14 exploded but I can't actually visualize that part. I think both people parachuted out of that aircraft. Apparently another missile hit my aircraft, blew off the canopy, and knocked me unconscious. Then I can almost see us traveling straight down towards the ocean surface and the RIO in the seat behind me was yelling at me to wake up. I pulled up and engaged the two aircraft that fired at us. One was hit by my Sparrow but the other Sparrow missed. I went in and finished off the other one up close. I returned to the carrier and landed safely, and then passed out from a moderate concussion with blood running out from underneath my cracked helmet.
03/17/07 9:00 AM
Or the RIO had been knocked out to from the explosion that tore off the canopy. What I was hearing was someone on the carrier yelling at me over the radio to pull up before I crashed into the ocean. The RIO woke up and I asked him if he was ok or he asked me if I was ok. This must all be symbolized in my "memory" as that time I wrote about driving that convertible Mustang back from Orlando with a couple other guys from boot camp. I fell asleep as I was driving on the interstate and almost ran into an overpass structure in the median.
03/17/07 9:45 AM
In my "memory" of that time in that Mustang, the guy sitting asleep all the time in the back seat of the car might actually represent that the RIO had been killed in the explosion that blew off the canopy of my F-14. The guy in the seat to the right of my might have been a pilot in another F-14 guiding me back to the carrier because I was suffering from a concussion.
03/17/07 9:49 AM
How I managed to shoot down those two enemy fighters is beyond me. I imagine or remember that I left a wake on the ocean surface I came so close to it before I recovered control after the initial missile volley they sent at us. They got off another volley but none of those detonated around me.
03/17/07 11:02 AM
It must have been something similar to when I saved those people from being run over by that speeding car a few years back. That must have been 2002. I was a volunteer at the Danskin triathlon. I puzzled over that for a long time. I just couldn't put my finger on something about that. My mind had been blank but yet I acted with such split-second decisiveness to keep them from getting splattered by that car.
I find myself wondering about the scene where they are walking through the parking lot and "Doug's" younger sister breaks away from the group and walks to another woman. There are some other things too that I wonder about. He makes it clear that he cares a lot about his girlfriend and younger sister, especially. I find myself thinking about how, in that group photo, there are 5 boys and 2 girls, plus the one taking the photo.
The registration number on "Doug Masters" Cessna in this move that premiered on 1/17/1986 was N9828J. I don't know what would be more alarming: that I was scheduled to fly on that ill-fated space shuttle flight or that I was prevented from flying on that space shuttle flight that exploded after launch.
From 3/3/1959 to 1/28/1986 is: 9828 days
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/STS-51-L
STS-51-L was the twenty-fifth flight of the American Space Shuttle program, which marked the first time a civilian had flown aboard the Space Shuttle. The mission used Space Shuttle Challenger, which lifted off from launch pad 39B on 1986-01-28 from Kennedy Space Center, Florida. The mission ended in disaster following the destruction of Challenger 73 seconds after lift-off because of the failure of an O-ring seal on Challenger's right solid rocket booster, which led to the rapid disintegration of the shuttle stack due to overwhelming aerodynamic pressures. The seven-member crew was killed some time after the breakup of the vehicle.
The movie premiered on a Friday and the following Wednesday, 12/5/2001, was 15 years, 9 months, 3 weeks, after 2/14/1986, which is within the day-of-week scheduling constraint.
From 11/30/2001 (Friday) to 12/5/2001 (Wednesday) is: 5 days
From 2/14/1986 to 12/5/2001 (Wednesday) is: 15 years, 9 months, 3 weeks
1-593
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0159273/
Behind Enemy Lines (2001)
Release Date: 30 November 2001 (USA)
Plot Outline: A Navy navigator is shot down over enemy territory and is ruthlessly pursued by a secret police enforcer and the opposing troops. Meanwhile his commanding officer goes against orders in an attempt to rescue him.
From 2/14/1986 to 12/14/1987 is: 668 days
668 / 2 = 334
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turtle_Tracks
Turtle Tracks is the first episode of the 1987 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon series. This episode of the show is part of the Heroes in a Half Shell series. It was produced by Kara Vallow, written by David Wise and Patti Howeth, and directed by Yoshikatsu Kasai. It originally aired on December 14, 1987, in syndication. It is available on DVD on the single-disc set released on April 20, 2004.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heroes_in_a_Half_Shell
Heroes in a Half Shell is a 5 episode story arc from the 1987 Ninja Turtles Animated Series. It is actually the first season of the show. The episodes it contains are Turtle Tracks, Enter the Shredder, A Thing About Rats, Hot Rodding Teenagers from Dimension X, & Shredder & Splintered.
The premiere date listed for this movie was 3 years, 3.3 months, after 2/14/1986.
From 2/14/1986 to 5/24/1989 is: 3 years, 3 months, 10 days
10 / 30 = 0.333
From 2/14/1986 to 5/24/1989 is: 3 years, 3.3 months
3-3-3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indiana_Jones_and_the_Last_Crusade
Release date(s) May 24, 1989
Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade is a 1989 adventure film directed by Steven Spielberg and starring Harrison Ford, Sean Connery, Denholm Elliott, Julian Glover, Alison Doody, River Phoenix, and John Rhys-Davies. This film is the third released, though the twenty-fifth chronologically, in a series of film and TV productions about the adventures of the heroic fictional archaeologist Indiana Jones.
When Dr. Henry Jones Sr. (played by Connery) vanishes while pursuing a life-long search for the Holy Grail, Indiana must retrace his father's steps in the hopes of rescuing him – and the Grail – from the clutches of the Nazi military machine. The film was the highest grossing movie of 1989.
Reaction
This installment in the Indiana Jones series has more humor than the previous two films. The humor is mainly shown through the relationship between Indiana and his father. Marcus Brody is also a much less serious character than his previous appearance in Raiders of the Lost Ark, being described as a museum curator who "once got lost in his own museum". The lightheartedness of the movie especially contrasts to its predecessor Temple of Doom, which is usually cited as the "darkest" in the trilogy.[citation needed]
The Last Crusade is estimated to have grossed over $197 million in the United States and $474 million worldwide. These sales figures put the film second to Batman in the United States and first globally for 1989.[4] The film was also well received by critics, earning a 92% rating on Rotten Tomatoes[5]. The film won the Academy Award for Best Sound Effects Editing.
As of March 13, 2007, it was ranked as #119 on IMDb's list of the Top 250 Movies of All Time.[6]
The stunt where Indy jumps from a horse down onto a tank — performed by legendary stunt man and coordinator, Vic Armstrong — was voted one of the 10 best stunts of all time by Sky Movies viewers in the UK in 2002.
http://zip4.usps.com/zip4/zcl_1_results.jsp
ZIP Code™ Matches in PRESIDIO, TX
79845
7-9845
From 3/3/1959 to 2/14/1986 is: 9845 days
I recognize the date 2/14/1986 as when I was shot down by anti-aircraft fire and was a Prisoner of War in Libya.
I recognize the date 4/14/1986 as when I escaped into the desert from the Libyans where I was being held as a Prisoner of War. I recognize the date 5/13/1987 as when I completed my escape after running down the African continent to evade capture. The 1988 premiere date of "The Presidio" puts 5/13/1987 as the mid-point with 4/14/1986.
From 4/14/1986 to 5/13/1987 is: 394 days
From 5/13/1987 to 6/10/1988 is: 394 days
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0095897/
The Presidio (1988)
Release Date: 10 June 1988 (USA)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astronaut_%28album%29
Astronaut is an album by British band Duran Duran, first released on October 11, 2004
This was Duran Duran's first studio album since Pop Trash (2000), and the first full album since Seven and the Ragged Tiger (1983) to be recorded by the original five members of the band. (The stand-alone single "A View to a Kill" was their last studio recording together.)
From 3/4/1959 to 10/11/2004 is: 16658 days
16658 * 0.593 = 9878
From 3/4/1959 to 3/20/1986 is: 9878 days
From 2/14/1986 to 4/14/1986 is: 59 days
59 * 0.593 = 34
From 2/14/1986 to 3/20/1986 is: 34 days
48th Fighter Wing, Ribas-Dominicci, Embry-Riddle, Utuado, and Puerto Rico. I believe these details, that I found on the internet, represent a U.S. military precision strike in 1986 to free me from the Libyans, who were holding me as a Prisoner of War. My conditions today are not even close to being as bad as back then. All I have seen around me these past few years are people telling me they want to be arrested on federal charges. It also represents why, in this investigation into an insurrection in the United States of America, my official federal undercover identity is so easy to recognize.
From 6/25/1952 to 2/14/1986 is: 33 years, 33 weeks, 3 days
3-3-3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/48th_Tactical_Fighter_Wing
Active June 25, 1952
The 48th Fighter Wing (48 FW), formerly 48th Tactical Fighter Wing, was part of the United States Air Force Third Air Force, now assigned to HQ Air Command Europe, is based at RAF Lakenheath, England and is the only F-15 unit based in Europe. It was given the name "Statue of Liberty Wing" on July 4th, 1954 and remains the only USAF unit with both a name and a numerical designation. The wing was involved in Operation El Dorado Canyon in 1986
From 6/24/1952 to 2/14/1986 is: 33 years, 33 weeks, 4 days
33-34
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fernando_L._Ribas-Dominicci
Major Fernando Luis Ribas-Dominicci (June 24, 1952 – April 15, 1986), born in Utuado, Puerto Rico, was an F-111F pilot in the United States Air Force. He was killed during Operation El Dorado Canyon, the April 15, 1986 U.S. air raid on Libya.
In 1985, he completed his master's degree in aeronautical science at the Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University in Daytona Beach, Florida, USA.
Operation El Dorado Canyon On April 14, 1986, in response to acts of terrorism thought to be sponsored by Libyan leader Muammar al-Qaddafi — in particular, the Berlin discotheque bombing of April 6 — and against the backdrop of heightened tension and clashes between the Libyan and U.S. navies over Libya's disputed territorial water claims in the Gulf of Sidra, the United States launched a surprise attack on key facilities in Tripoli and other parts of Libya. The attack was code-named Operation El Dorado Canyon.
I recognize the date 5/9/1985 and when I was almost shot down in my F-14 Tomcat by the Soviet's in an attack that killed me RIO. I believe certain, although less dramatic, aspects of that incident were incorporated into the 1986 movies, "Iron Eagle" and "Top Gun." In "Iron Eagle," the scene of "Doug Master's" flying his Cessna through what resembles an aircraft carrier emergency barricade is one example. In "Top Gun," the plot element with "Cougar" is another example, although there was no element of combat in "Top Gun."
From 12/17/1925 to 5/9/1985 is: 1 day, 3 weeks, 4 months, 59 years
1-34-59
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Embry-Riddle_Aeronautical_University
Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University (ERAU) is a not-for-profit, non-sectarian, coeducational private university with a history dating back to the early days of aviation.
Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University began on December 17, 1925, when T. Higbee Embry and John Paul Riddle formed the Embry-Riddle Company at Lunken Airport in Cincinnati, Ohio. The company was financed by Embry, a wealthy aviation enthusiast who served as company president. Riddle was named general manager, and the two began to sell Waco Aircraft in Cincinnati. On December 17, 1927, the Embry-Riddle Company established Cincinnati's first regular air mail service, from Cincinnati to Chicago.
From 10/12/1739 to 12/23/1968 is: 11959 weeks
1-1959
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Utuado%2C_Puerto_Rico
Utuado was founded October 12, 1739 by Sebastian de Morfi
I calculated that Apollo 8 entered orbit of the Earth's moon on Monday, 12/23/1968, Hawaii time.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apollo_8
Apollo 8 was the second manned mission of the Apollo space program, in which Commander Frank Borman, Command Module Pilot James Lovell and Lunar Module Pilot William Anders became the first humans to orbit around the Moon.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Praseodymium
Praseodymium is a chemical element in the periodic table that has the symbol Pr and atomic number 59.
Notable characteristics
Praseodymium is a soft silvery metallic element, and belongs to the lanthanide group. It is somewhat more resistant to corrosion in air than europium, lanthanum, cerium, or neodymium, but it does develop a green oxide coating that spalls off when exposed to air, exposing more metal to oxidation.
I can't read the full text on that t-shirt from 1986. Something similar to:
"U.S. Navy responds"
"follow me" image of F-14 Tomcat "or else"
"when Tomcats" something "terrorists" something. I guess that last part reads "listen."
http://www.dodmedia.osd.mil/Assets/Still/1986/Navy/DN-SC-86-12423.JPEG
ID: DN-SC-86-12423
Service Depicted: Navy
Ship's Serviceman Seaman Bret Burrow workd in the ship's store aboard the aircraft carrier USS SARATOGA (CV 60) during operations off the coast of LIBYA.
Camera Operator: PH1 WILLIAM H. DODGE
Date Shot: 1 Mar 1986
As for the time I think I was a POW in Libya in 1986, I noted this announcement about "Pan America Week" a while back in my journal. I noted that it might have something actually to do with Pan Am airlines. The day 4/14/86 is when U.S. forces bombed Libya and I think that is the day I escaped by running into the desert. Just now I noted that Pan Am Airlines was formed on 3/14/1927, which was 59 years, 31 days, before 4/14/86. The announcement also includes 59 in the title.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pan_American_World_Airways
Pan American World Airways, commonly known as Pan Am, was the principal international airline of the United States from the 1930s until its collapse in 1991.
Pan American Airways Incorporated was founded on March 14, 1927, by Major Henry H. "Hap" Arnold and partners.
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=37132&st=&st1=
Proclamation 5459—Pan American Day and Pan American Week, 1986
April 14th, 1986
By the President of the United States of America
A Proclamation
The peoples of the Western Hemisphere are bound together by a shared belief in peace, prosperity, justice, and freedom.
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=37131&st=&st1=
Address to the Nation on the United States Air Strike Against Libya
April 14th, 1986
My fellow Americans:
At 7 o'clock this evening eastern time air and naval forces of the United States launched a series of strikes against the headquarters, terrorist facilities, and military assets that support Mu'ammar Qadhafi's subversive activities. The attacks were concentrated and carefully targeted to minimize casualties among the Libyan people with whom we have no quarrel. From initial reports, our forces have succeeded in their mission.
Several weeks ago in New Orleans, I warned Colonel Qadhafi we would hold his regime accountable for any new terrorist attacks launched against American citizens.
This is something else I noted in my journal about Hewlett Packard. Since I moved out here to Washington, I have purchased several personal computers and they have all been Hewlett Packard.
Hew Lett Packard >>> H-L-P >>> Hoa Loa Prison
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=36938&st=&st1=
Radio Address to the Nation on the Defense Budget
March 1st, 1986
My fellow Americans:
Last Wednesday I addressed the Nation on the state of our national defense. I spoke of our commitment to an historic rebuilding program that has lifted America up out of weakness and given us the strength and confidence to reassume our role as leader of the free world. In a world too often prey to the forces of violence and tyranny, America is once again a bulwark for peace and freedom. We've come far, I said, in building the solid foundations of a strong and secure national defense, but we have not finished the job. We must not let all that we've accomplished in the last 5 years be undermined by careless slashing at the defense budget. America must never again slide back into helpless insecurity. America must never become, as it looked like it was becoming in the late seventies, a paper tiger.
Last summer I appointed a bipartisan commission to study ways that we can redesign defense appropriations and management to make every defense dollar go as far as it possibly can. To head the Commission, I chose Dave Packard, an entrepreneur and self-made man who started Hewlett-Packard in a garage in the 1930's and built it into one of our country's leading high-tech computer and electronics companies. Dave is world famous for his management skill, and his company is renowned for its efficiency and modern management techniques. The initial recommendations came in this week. They are a tremendous example of American know-how applied to an extremely complex and difficult problem. Their application, I'm convinced, would make every defense dollar more effective and make America stronger. I won't go into all the details here—just give you some of the highlights.
I assume this reflects that President Reagan was working on getting me out of Libya because my family on my father’s side was wondering where I was. I think my family in England considers my birthday to be March 4th.
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=36949&st=&st1=
Nomination of Robert M. Gates To Be Deputy Director of Central Intelligence
March 4th, 1986
The President today announced his intention to nominate Robert M. Gates to be Deputy Director of Central Intelligence. He would succeed John N. McMahon.
Robert Michael Gates, Ph.D. (born September 25, 1943) is currently serving as the 22nd United States Secretary of Defense. He took office on December 18, 2006.[1] Prior to this, Gates served for 26 years in the Central Intelligence Agency and the National Security Council
In this speech by President Reagan, it seems kind of an unusual context for mentioning Gettysburg, a speech Lincoln made to dedicate a national cemetery for soldiers. My theory is that the speech reflects this day was my 27th birthday and I was being held POW by the Libyans. They had me captive, but I was breaking the bones of anyone that got near me. The only way the could control me was to drug me. It reminds me of when I went to the police for assistance and all they did was take me to the hospital and all the hospital did was secretly drug my food. The police didn't even ask me any questions and the doctors didn't care about any thing I had to say.
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=36942&st=&st1=
Remarks at a Dinner Honoring Senator Paul Laxalt of Nevada
March 3rd, 1986
Thank you, Senator Armstrong. Thank you all. Ladies and gentlemen, it's wonderful to be here tonight and to celebrate with you the longstanding friendship that Nancy and I've had with Paul and Carol.
Well, Paul, Senator, I hope you'll forgive me for having a little fun here tonight. The truth is, ladies and gentlemen, this isn't the easiest set of remarks that I've ever been asked to give. And that comes from someone who's had to give a fair number of speeches. Come to think of it, Paul, you've probably had to sit through more of them than either one of us wants to admit. And I know that finding the right word or expression can oftentimes mean the difference between hurting or helping, between doing this job well or not so well. But sometimes the words just aren't there. The task is really impossible. I guess that was what Lincoln felt at Gettysburg. He knew there are occasions when words must be brief because the feelings are so deep, and this evening is one such occasion.
[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Gettysburg_Address]
The Gettysburg Address is the most famous speech of U.S. President Abraham Lincoln and one of the most quoted speeches in United States history. Historian James McPherson has called it "the world’s foremost statement of freedom and democracy and the sacrifices required to achieve and defend them." It was delivered at the dedication of the Soldiers' National Cemetery in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, on November 19, 1863, during the American Civil War, four and a half months after the Union armies defeated the Confederates at the decisive Battle of Gettysburg.
I also find myself wondering about V.C. and NV. There are also some other interesting details in the speech that I haven't included here. He refers to Virginia City, NV, in the speech and the V.C. and NV make me think of Viet Cong and North Vietnam. That would be an appropriate clue to suggest that I was being held in Libya at the time as a POW.
From 3/4/1986 to 10/25/1986 is: 33 weeks, 4 days
3-3-4
http://www.navysite.de/cvn/cvn71.html
USS Theodore Roosevelt (CVN 71)
USS THEODORE ROOSEVELT is the fourth ship in the NIMITZ - class of nuclear powered aircraft carriers.
Commissioned: Oct. 25, 1986
I heard Seattle Mayor Nickels saying something similar recently, as this excerpt from my journal, so I don't really know what that means. I also pondered over some curious comments from the Seattle Police Chief recently on the local news. The story was about Thomas C. Wales, the federal prosecutor who was murdered in the Queen Anne district of Seattle on 10/11/2001. The Police chief made some curious comments about how he was sure Thomas Wales was looking down on them as they all stood there, or words to that effect.
Researching the speeches of President Reagan, I read about his requests to tear down the Berlin Wall. I have been trying to determine the date of that famous taped speech where he as “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall.” I haven’t determined the precise date of that speech, but I did find a couple that had curious connections to dates I recognize. This one was 454 days after 11/25/86. That was the day I think they had a funeral for me. The period 2/14/86 to 5/13/87 was 453 days, or 454 days, depending how you count it.
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=35452
Address to the Citizens of Western Europe
February 23rd, 1988
This is Ronald Reagan, speaking to you, the citizens of the North Atlantic alliance, over the satellite channels of WORLDNET and the Voice of America. In just a few days, I'll be flying to Europe to meet with the heads of the governments of our North Atlantic allies, and this will be our first meeting since General Secretary Gorbachev and I signed the Intermediate Nuclear Forces agreement in Washington in December. That agreement represented a step toward world peace and world freedom, and it was a major victory for the Atlantic alliance. So, at next week's meeting we'll celebrate the success of a policy we launched over 8 years ago, and we'll ask ourselves, What next? Today I'd like to share with you some thoughts we in America have about the alliance, the INF agreement, and the road ahead.
Let's remember the issue for NATO is not today or tomorrow; it's what will Europe look like in 15 years? The Soviets talk about openness in international affairs. Last year at the Berlin Wall, I noted that there are simple ways for them to demonstrate that they are serious about openness. They can begin on the border of East and West. They can allow expanded commercial air service to Berlin so it can become one of the chief aviation hubs of central Europe. They can join Britain, France, and the United States in bringing more international meetings to Berlin. They can allow young people from East Berlin to visit the Western sectors and take part in cultural events there. They can join the Western sector powers in allowing and encouraging international sports events to take place throughout the city.
And they can tear down the Berlin Wall. To the Soviets today I say: I made my Berlin proposals almost 9 months ago. The people of Berlin and all of Europe deserve an answer. Make a start. Set a date, a specific date, when you will tear down the Wall. And on that date, bring it down. This would be an impressive demonstration of a true commitment to openness.
From 5/13/1987 to 4/10/1988 is: 333 days. The date 5/13/87 was when I think I returned from Africa after being shot down on 2/14/86. I don’t know if the Soviets had anything to do with that and it doesn’t really matter now.
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=35650
Remarks at the Annual Convention of the National Association of Broadcasters in Las Vegas, Nevada
April 10th, 1988
Mr. Gorbachev and I have already addressed each other's people on television, and this was helpful. But I challenge Mr. Gorbachev to open the Soviet Union more fully to Western media. Western newspapers and journals should become freely available to Soviet citizens. Soviet airwaves should be opened to Western broadcasts. And, yes, the Soviets should open their country to books, all books. Here I have a specific first step to suggest. Mr. Gorbachev, open the Soviet Union to the works of a great man and an historic author. Open the Soviet Union to the works of Solzhenitsyn. We have been too long divided, East from West. Tear down this wall, Mr. Gorbachev, that our peoples might come to know one another and together build the world anew.
Well, I made a promise to myself, as Henry the Eighth said to each of his six wives, that I wouldn't keep you long. [Laughter] So, thank you all, and God bless you all.
About 4 days after that speech that was 333 days after my return from Africa, the USS Samuel B. Roberts hit the anti-ship mine in the Persian Gulf and I think I was onboard that ship at the time. I think this was my first deployment after my recovery period from 15 month trek across Africa. I think I was deployed in the Persian Gulf this time as a leader of a SEAL platoon.
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=35686
Statement by Assistant to the President for Press Relations Fitzwater on the United States Military Strike in the Persian Gulf
April 18th, 1988
Acting under his authority as Commander in Chief, the President has directed United States forces at 1 a.m. eastern daylight time today to strike Iranian military targets in the southern Persian Gulf. Our forces attacked oil platforms at Sirri and Sassan in the southern Gulf. These platforms are used as command and control radar stations for the Iranian military. The attacks are underway at this time. These actions were taken in response to Iran's recent resumption of mine-laying in international waters and its mine attack on the U.S.S. Samuel B. Roberts. The Government of Iran has been repeatedly warned about the consequences of such hostile acts.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Re: Sleep journal 2/21/06
In addition to those song lyrics this morning, I do remember a scene from one of my dreams. I was in a house, I didn't recognize it but it was really fancy and I guess I didn't recognize it because I had never lived in any place like it, or something like that. I was moving across the floor passing a staircase and I had a blanket over me, with an opening at the front so I could see where I was going. As I was moving towards a hallway, a pair of feet appeared in front of me. I think it was my mother. I was trying to make it to the hallway because I was hunting a deer, which made no sense because I was inside, and the hallway gave me a perfect shot to a deer that was at the other end of the hallway. I don't remember what my mother said, if anything, but sometime around that point, I remember someone telling me I was clever. I don't remember anything else happening in the dream after that.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Re: Journal May 27, 2006
Ah...."bat lady," of course. I found something like a bat-shaped fishing lure that I really liked when I was a kid, but one of the older neighborhood kids said it was his and took it from me.
Andrew. That was Mogge's middle name.
I was thinking about these times when the hood flew up on my red Ford as I was traveling down Hicks Road. It was lucky we didn't crash.
The woman holding the torch during the intro for Columbia pictures looks a lot like a girlfriend I used to have.
1980. That was the year we moved from DeQueen to Ashdown. I think it was '81 when we moved onto Hicks Road. I started school at Ashdown Jr. High in '80. We had our 10 year reunion in '94 at the junior high school. I was teaching myself how to read Russian that year. Received a Science award. Started shaving. 14 years old when we moved there. Michael and I constructed a tall television antenna to get better reception. We put an American flag at the top. As we were admiring our work, Michael commented something similar to: "we sure are some patriotic s.o.b.'s aren't we?" Mom made us take it down, might have been the landlord, and she told us we were supposed to take it down every night. The school bus stop was a long ways from the house and our landlord, who was next door where we lived in one of the two houses on their farm, let me drive one of their cars to take my siblings and their kids to the bus stop. One day, I parked the car at their house but left it in neutral without the parking brake engaged. As I was walking away, the landlady yelled out that the car was rolling away down the hill. I dropped my books, swiveled around and sprinted for the car. I got the door open, jumped in and got it stopped right before it went into the pond. I think my mom chastised me for that, but I didn't know if it was for not setting the brake or for jumping in the car as it was about to go into the pond. Started going out into the woods a lot there in that place. All I had at first to carry with me was a BB gun. I very much enjoyed just getting out there and exploring. I never got lost despite how much terrority I covered, which was a lot. People at school were really getting annoyed at hearing me reciting Poe's The Raven, as I was trying to memorize it for some reason, in my memory it wasn't a class assignment. Denzil and mom gave me a 20 gauge shotgun for my birthday that year. I think Denzil traded a guitar for it. They left the gun and a camo hunting vest on my bed. The gun had a problem though but they tried telling me I was operating it wrong. They said I was "shortchanging" the action, but that wasn't it because I did what they said and it still wouldn't work. Finally, the guy Denzil got it from disassembled it one day and apparantly found the problem because I don't remember any other problems with it. Eventually I traded it to Michael for a knock-off Franchi semi-auto 12 gauge he had. That was a mistake because it was a piece of crap and would always jam after the first round. I bought a 35-caliber lever action rifle that I used for deer hunting that I absolutely loved. For some reason, I would proud that it wasn't a 30-30, but why I was proud of that is a mystery to me. There was a guy named Dino who was the star of our 9th grade football team. I remember him because I ran into his sister some years later. It was weird because she was working at that same bank in South Carolina. Small world. I remember getting dragged through a swamp during junior high as part of an initiation into Future Farmers of America. Made a chess board in shop class. It snowed on Thanksgiving day of 1980. Went to Camp Couchdale in the summer of '81, after graduating 9th grade. Tried to organize a panty raid on the girls buildings on the other side of the compound, but the staff was obviously listening and showed up at the screen door of our building with a big dog. Tried to start a food fight in the cafeteria but no one else got into it. Met a girl named Phoebe, took her out on the lake in a boat and paddled around. We wrote letters for a long time afterwards.
After we moved to Hicks Road, Michael and I shared a room with bunk beds. I was thinking yesterday about how similar it was to an officers stateroom on a Navy ship.
I always hated preparing the hunting dogs for the fox hunt competitions, as it was very boring. We bleached or painted numbers onto the sides of the dogs and we had to keep them from lying down until the process finished so they wouldn't smear the numbers. There may be some symbolism here in this memory about keeping the dogs "on their toes."
I was selected for TARGETS class in the 10th and then again in the 11th. I think the acronym was something like "towards a real goal of excellence for talented and gifted students."
I don't think I got my red Ford until the end of 10th grade, but not really sure. That sounds right the more I think about though.
The last time I saw my father was in 1981. We went up to the plains of North Oklahoma to stay with him one summer. He was working as the manager of a cattle ranch during that time, although in memory that was the only job he had as other than a truck driver. I brought my 20 gauge with me and bagged a lot of those big jackrabbits. I remember zipping around the fields in my brothers go cart. One day it was very windy and we stood there and watched a plane almost crash into a field very close by. Went exploring this really big ravine that started near my dad's house. I think of that ravine when I see those kids playing war at the beginning of the movie Born on the fourth of July.
When I was leaving for the Navy, Denzil told me I was going to be an Ensign. I corrected him that the lowest enlisted rank was Seaman Recruit, although after boot camp, I would be automatically promoted to E-3, Seaman, because I was in the Advanced Electronics Field. And actually, I think I was being paid as an E-3 even in boot camp, they just called everyone a Recruit in boot camp.
I was talking to Mogge a few years ago when I was working here at Microsoft and he was working at our Charlotte office. We were talking about our time on the Wainwright. I can't remember exactly what he said, but it was something along the lines of another guy there in the office had been part of that Blackhawk Down event, as known from the movie of that name. I didn't really believe him for some reason. I mentioned at one point about the letter of commendation for the Wainwright CO and he said something that made me doubt my perception that everyone in Missile Plot had got a similar letter. He told me he still had his, it was there somewhere in his desk drawer, but then he started reciting from the Joint Unit Meritorious award which was given to all of us in the unit. I thought something was odd about that and decided that maybe I was the only one that had gotten an individual award.
There was some other stuff, adventures, that Micheal and I got into but too tired to write about it now. He did have that shotgun explode one time when he was out duck hunting, that was pretty scary.
I wonder if the bicycle I remember riding after I crashed my red Ford is supposed to represent a propeller driven aircraft?
There was the American Legion award I got, it was an actual medal, not unlike a real military medal, when I was in the 11th grade.
Ah, and how could I forget working for Donald Mills at his store and then for him when he was mayor of Wilton. At one point, I was the supervisor of a group of kids as we were fixing potholes on the Wilton town roads.
Phoebe told me to "never forget" that dance where we met, because she never would.
They lined up all the girls at the start of the dance and told me to pick who I wanted to dance with. I still remember thinking about how she just seemed the right choice. She was laughing, kind of delighted, kind of frightened, that one day in the boat on the lake when I saw a snake in the water and started chasing it for some reason.
Something I read in a newspaper archive reminded me again about a girlfriend in high school with the initials R.R., but she went by the name "Becky." She gave me some photos of her and the memory flooded back about the captions she put on the photos. One was "here ya go, something to remember me by." Another was "here I am, doing what I do best." I remember Denzil seriously chewing me out one night after Becky and I had been out on a date. I was supposed to pick up Michael and Donald Gene and take them out to the woods where we were fox hunting that night. But Becky and I had been making out in my truck in front of her house and I stayed there longer than I expected. Something in my memory that seems important, I left the engine running of my Chevrolet pickup when we were making out and there seems to be something important about the smoke from the exhaust. After I left, I knew I was late, so I decided to just skip stopping by the house on Hicks Road and head straight out to the woods, thinking D.G. and Micheal would have just given up on waiting for me and headed out there on their own. For some reason, that seems important. It seems important that they did wait at the house for me. As I was traveling down this familiar stretch of open road that I liked driving down, I saw headlights approahing and for some reason I can't explain, I knew it was Denzil. I pulled over and he turned around and came back. He was chewing me out, but I was feeling quite proud of myself, so I didn't understand why he was hassling me. I remember at one point declaring "No, Sir!" I can't remember for sure, but I think I went back to the house and picked up the other two guys and we went on with the hunt. I seem to recall they were kidding me the rest of the night for "smooching" with Becky.
oh shit! Michael Dean Draper........M.D.D. ...... McDonnell Douglas
That day I remember getting into the middle of a swamp with snakes dropping out of trees all around me must be from some battle. They were everywhere. I had seen plenty of snakes in my day, usally lying right in front of my path, but this one day was just insane. This one place I used to go squirrel, down in this heavily wooded creek in a valley was just crazy with snakes, but the squirrel hunting was the best around. I figured that was probably why the hunting was so good, because no one wanted to get in there with the snakes. Anyway, there at the end of that really bad day, I had to cross over this submerged wooden bridge. I couldn't even see the bridge because the water was so dark. I could just see myself dropping through the bridge into the water below, where it was writhing with snakes. The snakes represent either, or both, AAA flak or missiles. Marginally, there is some symbolism with Sidewinders, but these were cottonmouths. Maybe that is the distinction, they were just as deadly as Sidewinders, but were a different type.
There was good hunting in the front yard, they were red squirrels and I enjoyed those the most, but there wasn't many of them and that section of woods wasn't very expansive. In the back yard, with the creek and valley, there was a lot of room to explore, but there was only gray squirrels back there.
It was in the woods in front of the house that I figured out that if I swept away the leaves from a small area where my feet which be, I wouldn't have to wait as long for the red squirrels to start moving again. Before that, they always heard my feet rustling the leaves and wouldn't move.
Sometimes I would see a squirrel, gray I think, hopping around the tree in our front yard, but they usually stayed away.
We used to go to Sonic every day for lunch when I was in high school.
Damn. I killed a lot of squirrels. And I mean a LOT. Countless. I remember bringing home one day 6 of those red squirrels and there is something else in my memory that I just can't quite remember. The word 'special' comes to mind but I don't want to use it. I take absolutely no pride in killing those squirrels. The only people that should even feel any kind of pride on matters of war or violence are the ones who can prevent it from even taking place.
That memory of kissing Becky in my truck. There was one maybe two smoke trails rising up behind the truck and I was annoyed seeing the smoke. I can still see that in my mind, but I can almost see something else too, I can almost see the reality. They replaced my memories of reality with other images with the same symmetry.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Friday, June 29, 2007
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AIM-9
The AIM-9 Sidewinder is a heat-seeking, short-range, air-to-air missile carried by fighter aircraft and recently, certain gunship helicopters. It is named after the Sidewinder snake, which detects its prey via body heat and also because of the peculiar snake-like path of flight the early versions had when launched.The Sidewinder was the first truly effective air-to-air missile, widely imitated and copied; yet its variants and upgrades remain in active service with many air forces after 5 decades. When a Sidewinder missile is being launched, NATO pilots use the brevity code Fox Two in radio communication, as with all rear-aspect, or "heat seeking" missiles.
Compromised technology
The Taiwan Strait battles inadvertently produced a new derivative of Sidewinder: shortly after that conflict the Soviet Union began the manufacture of the K-13/R-3S missile (NATO reporting name AA-2 'Atoll'), a reverse-engineered copy of the Sidewinder. It was made possible after a Taiwanese AIM-9B hit a Chinese MiG-17 without exploding; amazingly, the missile struck the MiG-17 and became lodged within the airframe, and the pilot was able to return to base with the missile. According to Ron Westrum in his book "Sidewinder", the Soviets obtained the plans for Sidewinder from a Swedish Colonel and rushed their version into service by 1961 copying it so closely that even the parts numbers were duplicated. Years later, Soviet engineers would admit that the captured Sidewinder served as a "university course" in missile design and substantially improved Soviet and allied air-to-air capabilities. The K-13 and its derivatives remained in production for nearly 30 years. In the 1960s, the possession of the K-13 in the Soviet arsenal caused major changes in the USAF bombing tactics, forcing bombers from high-altitudes down to lower levels, below enemy radar coverage.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Squirrel
A squirrel is a small or medium-sized rodent of the family Sciuridae. In the English-speaking world, it commonly refers to members of this family's genera Sciurus and Tamiasciurus, which are tree squirrels that have large bushy tails, and are indigenous to Europe, Asia and the Americas. Similar genera are found in Africa.
The Sciuridae family also include flying squirrels, as well as ground squirrels such as the chipmunks, prairie dogs, and woodchucks. Members of the unrelated family Anomaluridae are sometimes misleadingly referred to as "scaly-tailed flying squirrels".
Re: Journal June 27, 2006
I still can't remember who is that other R.R. But I did start thinking about that time I was communicating with Rebecca, or Becky, Reed, several years ago. She was working for some kind of private school. Just before that, I was thinking again about something I have thought about several times recently. I was thinking about those bastards that took those kids hostage in Chechnya. I don't like to think about it too much. I'm wondering why I'm thinking about it. Something stuck in my mind a while back, an echo, that makes me wonder if I was part of a rescue team in a similar situation, where were tried to rescue kids that were being held hostage. I am worried that is why those people in Chechnya took those kids, not unlike the way Microsoft triggered 9/11 and the other acts of terrorism.
I have also been thinking about those parts from my performance reviews. "An effective and reliable Petty Officer that can be counted on to get the job done." I also remember the one about supervising 4 people and I wonder if that means I was the lead pilot of 4 other aircraft and/or I was the leader of 4 other SEALs. There was also that part praising my technical skills.
This triggered something in my mind, not sure what it is:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moscow_theater_hostage_crisis
Then I remember that the one I was thinking of earlier was this one:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beslan_hostage_crisis
I don't know what this means to me, it means something I feel but can't remember. Maybe I don't want to.
Now I'm remembering that time Saddam staged some photo op with that kid he was holding hostage. I am also wondering about the official story of Saddam digging a bullet out of his leg with a knife, which the author of Raid on the Sun says isn't true. I am wondering if Saddamn has been competing with me, when he and Bill Gates aren't trying to kill me.
For some reason, this reminds me of something another Microsoft coworker said to me. I forget his name, Eric something I think. He's that guy Tavenerer fired, was that early 2001? Anyway, I was walking over to that main bus transit station in Bellevue. Eric was already waiting there, I guess this was the day we had some kind of team event to downtown Seattle. That was the day at Pacific Place when Ken Fagan did that Castaways song bit. So, Eric told me as I walked up that he had counted the floors in the building next to us and it was 44. I wondered why he was telling me that.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Die_Hard
"40 Stories Of Sheer Adventure!"
I'm not sure if that day Eric was counting the floors was the same day of that team event in Seattle. It must have been for something work-related because I can't think of any other reason I would have seen him there at the bus station. I remember that team event was a scavenger hunt. Someone gave us some clues to look for around town and we formed teams to find the most clues. It was a joint effort with another team that worked in the Premier Lab. When Fagan was doing his Gilligan's Island routine at the end of the scavenger hunt, it was part of the event for some reason, I didn't care for participating in such a silly exercise, my routine involved something Fagan had done earlier. Before this skit or whatever it was started, I was in the bathroom and Fagan ran in there slamming the door and yelling at us all to return to the room for the start and then he ran out. As I left the bathroom and was walking back, a couple with wide-eyes pointed in the direction I was going and said "he went that way." Apparently, they saw Fagan running through there like a wild man and thought I was a cop chasing him. I told him about it later and he said something about me looking like a cop.
I started thinking about this movie a short time ago for some reason. The first point that caught my eye was how similar the name 'Miranda' is to 'Amanda.' I want to say they even had similar accents, at least to an American ear. There is also something about the piano playing that sticks in my mind.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_Ralph
Ah, yes....that woman in the Premier Labs. Can't remember her name, but I used to think she resembled Demi Moore. She was always pleasant to talk to. There was this one time though I was in a conference room with her and Ross Heise. Ross was on Taverner's team with me, and I always wondered about that. Why would they sit us so close together when my customer in San Jose, Saratoga-something-or-other, was a direct competitor to one of his customers. Anyway, I was razzing Ross about the mouse he used on his computer, I called it a "girly mouse." Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the Demi Moore-clone stiffened up as though she needed to be offended about something and declared that "she was a girl."
All right. I'll try the police again. I'm going to go to the police station tomorrow and file a police report that Microsoft has been trying to kill me.
http://www.ci.seattle.wa.us/police/contact.htm
West Precinct
810 Virginia St.
Seattle, WA
Complaint: As part of my treatment for PTSD, I was given a new identity. Microsoft and conspirations exposed my identity in order to, among other reasons, promote their software title "Halo." As a result of exposing my secret identity, unknown to me until about 2 months ago, they triggered a wave of terrorism, including the attacks on New York and the Pentagon in 2001. Microsoft and co-conspirators have been trying to get me killed in an effort to cover up their activities that triggered the attacks on America because I am some form of evidence.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: August 12, 2006
Two scenes in a dream I just had that I feel compelled to record before they escape me. In the first scene, I am in a room. I think it is during open warfare in Iraq long ago. A soldier is carrying something special on a tray that he carefully sits down. I guess I am hiding somewhere watching him. Then I am pouring some of liquid, gasoline I guess onto something that I am going to blow up. But then I am tangled in cords that will be used to detonate a bomb. They are tightenting around my arms and get tighter the more I try to get them off. There are people outside the door, I can see them through the windows. All they have to do is turn and they will see me. I have an automatic rifle hanging on a strap around my neck. At the first sign they see me, I am going to spray the windows and maybe cut the wires around me but I'm not sure what I am going to do about it because it is delicate and I want to ensure I get it right. Then I am outside and running up a hill of side. The force of an explosion throws me into the sand and that's all I remember. The next scene has been sitting on something like maybe a specially designed perch to guard a room. It is some kind of office, but there are also people living on the floor I am sitting on. They don't seem happy I am there but go about their business. I am overlooking some people working at desks. I think I am in an Asian country, Vietnam perhaps. Someone walks into the the door with a gun and I have an automatic weapon and I drop him with one round before he can shoot and the people at the desks. I think I was calling someone on a phone or a radio earlier to let me in somewhere but they wouldn't let me. I think one person will see me on Monday and it is Friday.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: August 13, 2006
Watching the first part of "Rambo" 1982 gives me something like flashbacks to my expedition to the mountains last year with stalkers in tow. Those FLIR tapes will make great evidence.
I awoke this morning thinking I am supposed to tell the Mayor, of Seattle presumably, something but I can't remember what it is.
A while back, I suddenly decided that Becky Reed represented my military activities over the Bekaa Valley in the 80s. I wrote about a time she and I were kissing in the cab of my blue Chevrolet and I looked out the rear window and was annoyed at the smoke that was rising up over the tailgate from the exhaust. I was first thinking that represented the exhaust from an F-14 I was flying but then I started thinking those were the smoke trails of two anti-aircraft missiles rising up like a couple of cobra's about to strike me. When I wrote of Becky, I recalled a caption she wrote on a photo she gave me: "Here I am, doing what I do best." I wondered if there some kind of photo of me flying in combat in the Bekaa Valley. In the photo from my memory, she was taking a nap on a couch.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14336479/from/RS.3/
The next Wie?
Kim, who has a mouthful of braces and says her hobby is sleeping, has been living recently in Arizona to be able to participate in more tournaments.
OF COURSE! May 9th! It is 5/9! I believe that Thomas Ray was born 3/3/59, so it is logical that 5/9 would be the day I start to remember.
Today is August 13th, which is the day I remember as Micheal's birthday. I probably won't know what that really means until I can remember everything.
I assume this represents a time when I was able to communicate with the U.S. military somehow when I was on the run in Africa.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: August 25, 2006
http://www.reagan.utexas.edu/archives/speeches/1986/62586a.htm
Proclamation 5506 -- National Homelessness Awareness Week, 1986
June 25, 1986
By the President of the United States
Santini. There is that Robert Duvall movie about Santini, who I think was an A-6 pilot. The name Santini also showed up somewhere today or yesterday but I can't remember where. My head hurts.
http://www.reagan.utexas.edu/archives/speeches/1986/62586c.htm
Remarks on Arrival in Las Vegas, Nevada
June 25, 1986
Well, thank you all very much for a very warm greeting. And I happen to have a hunch that a great many of you are out here becuase you are supporters of a fellow named Jim Santini.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Great_Santini
Release date October 26, 1979
The Great Santini is a 1979 film which tells the story of a highly successful Marine officer whose success as a military aviator contrasts with his shortcomings as a husband and father. It also explores the high price of heroism and self sacrifice on the man's soul and interpersonal relationships. It stars Robert Duvall
http://www.reagan.utexas.edu/archives/speeches/1986/62586d.htm
Remarks at a Senate Campaign Fundraising Dinner for Jim Santini in Las Vegas, Nevada
June 25, 1986
Thank you very much. And, Jim, thank you. And won't you all please be seated. You know, I'm -- I know I'm a little late -- about 24 hours late. [Laughter] A funny thing happened to me on the way to Nevada. [Laughter] We had to tend to the Nation's business, and that meant helping the freedom fighters and trying to restore the bipartisan coalition on foreign policy. And let me tell you right now that it's situations like this one that we just saw in Washington that make it so obvious why we need Jim Santini in the Senate.
The more I think about it, the more odd it seems the placement of this paragraph. It just seems odd to be there.
http://www.reagan.utexas.edu/archives/speeches/1986/62586d.htm
Earlier this month I visited some young marines going through boot camp in -- well, I was first of all, before I say that I want to tell you that one of the most heartening trends, I think, are the young people. And God love them, they're with us. I've seen them all over the country, and just a few days ago I was at a high school in New Jersey. And the energy and optimism of this generation is infectious. And then, I tell you, earlier this month I visited some young marines going through boot camp in Parris Island, South Carolina. And they are really great. Their commanding officer, a general, will be retiring at the end of the month. And he told me that in all his years in the military, he has never seen young people of greater quality than those that are in the uniform today. And I found myself remembering -- and if you'll permit me to use a bit of profanity, but I'm quoting accurately -- back in World War II someone asked General George Marshall if we had a secret weapon, and he said, ``Yes, the best damn kids in the world.'' Well, I can tell you, after what I've seen of today's youth and those in uniform today, the Commander in Chief can say the same thing that George Marshall said, and I do say it about those young people of ours. There's never been a higher quality in our military than we're seeing today.
This part reminds me of that photo of Becky Reed taking a nap with the caption that she is doing what she does best and then my thinking that Becky is symbolic somehow of the Bekaa Valley. This may also be some kind of commentary on how I was helping myself escape from captivity and that they gave me some military support to help me help myself.
http://www.reagan.utexas.edu/archives/speeches/1986/62586d.htm
And with the reforms early on in the administration, we've ushered in 3\1/2\ years of growth and stability of which we can all be proud. Yes, the American people are better off, but they're better off -- and I would say -- because of what we've done. But let me tell you, you're better off because of yourselves. Because, really, all we did was get government out of the way and turn you loose to do the things you can do so well. But when I use that word ``we'' that includes Jim Santini; because, even as a Democrat, he was on our side with things such as that.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: September 25, 2006
DAMN! It struck me last hard last night as I was trying to remember more details about Diane Broch in 1986. As I have written, I think she somehow represents something about death, as in I was near death and she was, somehow, my companion in death. The part that struck me was about the night we met. It had been a very bad day for me and I was feeling down. I had just failed a test at school earlier that day. It struck me as how failing a test would be a very good event to represent getting shot down in combat.
I started thinking this morning about a time I was out fishing with Grandpa Fletcher on a river in Oklahoma. A strong wind storm blew in and then the boat motor stopped working. We were being blown away from the landing area and I had to paddle as hard as I could just to maintain the same place in the river. I am wondering that represents being in a life raft from the Sheffield and being blown away from the wrecked ship and could explain why we didn’t get rescued until the next day, if that even happened.
9/25/2006 3:54 PM
When I started thinking again early this morning about Diane Broch, I was trying to think if her name meant anything special. I just found this which I am not really sure what else it could mean, but somehow, I think it does mean something I should know:
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/broch
a circular stone tower built around the beginning of the Christian era, having an inner and an outer wall, found on the Orkney Islands, Shetland Islands, the Hebrides, and the mainland of Scotland.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broch
9/25/2006 6:42 PM
I wonder why I remember that girlfriend named Amanda Busch. I started to wonder if the A.B. also represents me being assigned to Arleigh Burke. There is that theory I wrote of about how my memories of girlfriends represents missions I had been on. For instance, Becky Reed started making me think of Bekaa Valley which in turn got me thinking that I flew combat missions in that region. As for Amanda Busch, I remember she fell off a bar stool the night I met her in a bar in downtown Charleston back in 1987. That in turn got me thinking that I may have been the Fire Control Officer aboard the DDG-51. The reason is something I remember about the Fire Control rating. I think it was 1985 when I remember an FC commenting about a change that had been made to the FC rating symbol. The standard symbol was a rangefinder on a tripod, which represented the role of the FC to determine the distance to the target in order to produce the fire control solution. At some point, I guess in 1985, the symbol was changed to include to bolts of lightening on each side of the rangefinder. The change was to represent how computers had taken over most of the calculations for the fire control solution. The operative component of this memory is that I remember one of the FC’s calling the rangefinder a barstool and the lightening bolts were the seat belts for the bar stool.
But I don’t know. In my memory, the F.C.O.’s were always Ensign’s or at most Lt. j.g.’s and I would have probably been a Lieutenant Commander by 1991, which I remember as a Weapons Officers grade. There may be roles aboard Burke-class destroyers that I don’t remember though.
And I think her maiden name was Mead or Meade. And why was she from Aberdeen, Scotland?
10/12/2006 11:29 AM
So Microsoft revealed, probably in 1999, that I was a pilot on the raid to Baghdad in 1981. They exposed my covert activity because they offered me employment on the day we recognize as Pearl Harbor Day. Microsoft wanted to show that I was there to do the same to Microsoft as I was sent to do to Osirak in 1981.
But Microsoft also wanted me in there. That was obvious.
In 1999, there was my TAM mentor, Laura Mason, who claimed to be an aviation crewman on Navy Prowler aircraft and a Commander in the Reserves. My manager was referring to me as her “hitman” and commenting about “jihad” when I complained about billing practices. There was Reham, who told me she was a law school dropout but others told me she was lawyer. There was Jill Covolo, whose name reminds me of ‘Kosovo.’ There was Grace Stahre, and lately I’ve been thinking she seems to resemble that Al-Qaeda collaborator, Azzam, who was recently indicted for treason. Microsoft even gave me a starting salary of $53,000, which reminds me of the 53 hostages that U.S. forces tried to rescue from Iran in 1980.
10/12/2006 2:19 PM
Here is a perfect example of this bullshit. This is reflective of what I wrote in my journal over two years ago. I wrote about “killing the machines” of our military opponent.
http://www.mediathatmatters.org/MtM/contributors.html
Grace Stahre is a jill of all media trades, from web design and management, to video production, to wedding and travel photography. She has broken every form of electronic equipment, and has learned to buy extended warranties and insurance. She spent 7 years working at Microsoft (gaining a reputation for racking up unusually large equipment repair and replacement charges) while performing voluntary tech consulting for several Northwest non-profits. She said good-bye to Redmond in early 2005 to focus on documentary production.
01/12/07 7:09 AM
I can't remember the exact date that Microsoft/Corbis positioned Jill Covolo around me in Premier Support for Enterprise, but I am pretty certain it was after March 1999. Since I was still working in PSFE at the time, it would have most likely been in the second half of 1999. I remember talking to her one night after work in Daniel's restaurant shortly after she started working at Premier. I wrote a while back about a conversation I had with the guy sitting across from me about how zero is a significant number, as there was some kind of conversation going on about whether the millennium would start in 2000 or 2001. I spoke to Jill about how I was preparing to join a team in Premier that was being set up to interview candidates for positions in PSFE. Suzanne Morgan invited me up to that restaurant that night.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kosovo_War
01/12/07 7:47 AM
I wrote earlier about how I met Rhonda Halffman shortly after starting at Microsoft and how the "Star Trek: Insurrection" started the same week I started at Microsoft. The interesting part was that Rhonda had a scar on her neck not unlike the "Data" character in that movie. When I first met Jill Covolo, she had a distinctive "hump" back. I don't know the proper term for that condition but later I noticed it was gone and I assumed she had received medical treatment for it. I wonder if Microsoft/Corbis positioned her around me as some kind of creepy reference to "Star Trek IV," where that movie featured the humpback whales. Just now I remembered how Kirk Tavener was trying to get me to go out with her but I didn't really want to. What that makes me think of is what I have written about those girlfriends in my "memory" that may be symbolic of military operations, for example, Becky Reed was about the Bekaa Valley in Lebanon. So Microsoft/Corbis was trying something similar where Jill Covolo was some kind of reference to Kosovo.
----- Original Message ----
From: Kerry
To: House
Sent: Monday, August 13, 2007 10:03:30 PM
Subject: A View to a Kill (1985)
http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070426-N-3285B-018.jpg
070426-N-3285B-018 JACKSONVILLE, Fla. (April 26, 2007) - Command Master Chief (CMDCM) Robert A. Hamilton dispels Individual Augmentee (IA) myths during an "IA Mythbuster" conference held on board Naval Air Station Jacksonville. Sailors who are getting ready to deploy as IA's attended the brief to get more information on the process of being an IA. U.S Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Regina L. Brown (RELEASED)
http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070222-N-3917G-088.jpg
070222-N-3917G-088 FORT GORGON, Ga. (Feb. 22, 2007) - Chief of Naval Operations (CNO) Adm. Mike Mullen addresses the Sailors of Navy Information Operations Command (NIOC) Georgia during an all hands call. This was the first visit by the CNO to the command since it was realigned as an NIOC under Naval Network Warfare Command. U.S. Navy photo by Chief Mass Communication Specialist Joseph Gunder (RELEASED)
http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070407-N-1003P-002.jpg
070407-N-1003P-002 DJIBOUTI, Africa (April 7, 2007) - Navy Lt. Tahmika Jackson, assistant Staff Judge Advocate, discusses the Soldiers Third Rule to 52 members of the Rapid Action Regiment and Presidential Republican Guard during human rights training. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 1st Class Mary Popejoy (RELEASED)
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Washington sandpacks 115 percent of normal
Thu, 3/9/06 2:42 PM
http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/6420AP_WA_Water_Outlook.html
Washington sandpacks 115 percent of normal
THE ASSOCIATED PRESS
REDMOND, Wash. -- What a difference a year and a lot of executive bullshit make. Eight out of 10 geeks now want to tell their managers to "pack sand."
Last year, after no appreciable agitation in Febuary, geek morale was high and the sandpack was at 26 percent of normal. Last March tenth the state Ecology Department issued a drought of bullshit proclamation.
This year, after paradigm shifts and Excellence Processes, the department says bullshitflows are normal and the sandpack is at 115 percent of normal.
Ecology Director Jay Manning says back-to-back drought of bullshit years would have been supportive for the health and well-being of geeks.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Re: Sleep journal 3/24/06
Can't remember what I dreamt of last night. Feel like it was important, that I should record it, but I can't remember now. That probably means it wasn't a foreign dream though. I think I always remember the foreign dream. Unless they are getting better at making them less distinquishable as foreign versus natural dreams. I am dying for a good nights sleep. I can only sleep for a short period at any time of the day before something wakes me up and I can't go back to sleep. For one thing, I feel like there is a hidden camera in one of the fire detectors in the ceiling, or in someother place that I don't expect it to be. For another, people make a lot of noise around here. If it isn't somebody snoring, it's somebody rustling through a plastic bag, or loud conversations. I can't sleep with my headphones on because I have to stay on my back and then the flourescent light is glaring in my eyes, which I can't turn off. Also, this cheap radio I have doesn't retain the preset stations when the battery dies so I have to reprogram it everytime I fall asleep with it on and the battery dies.
A few nights ago, I dreamed of being out on a two-lane highway. The pavement was nice and smooth and new-looking, perfect for long-distance bicycling. But in this dream, I was jogging, or maybe walking fast, I'm not sure. It was some kind of competition perhaps. I think the central element of the story was that I was ahead of something or somebody. The only other person I saw was my deceased step-brother. I was moving along the highway and had just climbed up a steep portion of the road that was a switchback section going up a hill. I was at some kind of plateau that then went along under the ridge of the hill. It looked sort of familar, with the uniform tree height telling me that it had probably been logged at one time. My step-brother was acting normal in this dream, as if he was still alive. But he was trying to catch up with me, I guess. I didn't feel like he was chasing me, but yet that seems to be an element of the story. At one point, he was talking to himself and I could hear him and he mentioned a name but I can't remember now what he said. In the last part, he was approaching a fire on the shoulder of the road that apparently I had started, some kind of camp fire. I recall that there was another person there, but I can't visualize that person, it is more of a presence. Not so much an apparition or anything like that, just an unidentified person. I remember thinking during the last part of the dream as I looked at the fire, which was still in sight, that I could use it to stay warm because I was feeling cold.
Last night or maybe the night before, I had another dream about running. I was on a paved path, but the scenery isn't familar. After awaking, I remember thinking that it felt familar, similar to a section of path outside this homeless shelter, but the scenery isn't the same. There was again a presence in this dream, a presence that represents an unidentified person. In this case, the person was forcing or maybe motivating me to run as hard as I could along the path. I don't know why. Thinking back to that one scene in my mind now, it seems like this was all happening, there was some dialogue occurring, but I couldn't hear any of it. Also, it seemed that there was still more path to travel, but this unknown person decided to let me stop running and I started walking. A convience store was up ahead and I got the suggestion to get some Gatoraide, which I was looking forward to.
Today I have been thinking again about that dream I had right before I left Microsoft. It was the dream about seeing two cloud towers from what seemed to be nuclear explosions. I think about this in terms of a foreign dream. Someone may have suggested something to my sleeping mind about "truman." I may have interpreted it as Harry Truman, who authorized the release of the two atomic bombs in WW2. It was later, when I was in the VA I think, when I started thinking about that movie "Truman." I had never seen it before. I wonder if that was the purpose of the suggestion, to make me think of that movie.
Sometimes I wonder if they are controlling me in what little sleep I get. Controlling me in the sense of discouraging me from leaving this place to go live in the woods somewhere. I feel like I should feel a lot worse than I do now. If I left this place for the woods, I could build some kind of platform in a tall tree where I could get some sound sleep. Leaving here though would take me out of this system, this program. I would transition into a lower state of homelessness, instead of making upward progress as this program provides. The only way to get back into a program like this, if I left, would be to go back to the VA for treatment, but I suspect they would turn me away because I can't make the copayments. I just want to sleep and know that no one is trying to screw with my mind.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE:
04/01/07 11:36 AM
Maybe this is why I "remember" that my girlfriend in 1986 and 1987 was named Diane. So that I would never forget about that faulty DIANE system in the A-6 Intruder. A fault in that system could have been the reason we got shot down.
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=36637
Remarks at a Campaign Rally for Senator Robert W. Kasten, Jr., in Waukesha, Wisconsin
October 23rd, 1986
But one major obstacle remained in Iceland. Unfortunately, Mr. Gorbachev decided to make all our progress hostage to his demand that we kill our Strategic Defense Initiative. I had to remind him of my pledge to the American people on SDI and that in America when you give your word, you keep your word, and that stands up no matter what the time or place. SDI is our insurance policy to protect us from accidents or some madman or some other country that develops ballistic missiles, or in case of the Soviets who don't keep their side of the bargain. No responsible President could rely on Soviet promises for his country's safety. The record on their treaty violations is clear. We can either bet on American technology to keep us safe or on Soviet promises, and each has its own track record. I'll bet on American technology any day.
The President. I was sure you'd say that. [Laughter] You know, if I could interject something here: There's nothing that I am prouder of than the young men and women who make up the Armed Forces of the United States. They're some of the most splendid young people this nation has ever produced. And let me say this: If we must ever ask them to put their lives on the line for the United States of America, they deserve the finest weapons and equipment that money can buy; and I'm going to do my best, and so is Bob, and so is Congressman Sensenbrenner here, to see that they get that kind of equipment. And it's because of the quality of the men and women in our Armed Forces and the quality of the weapons they carry in defense of this country today that every nickel-and-dime dictator the world over knows that if he tangles with the United States of America he will have a price to pay.
04/01/07 11:48 AM
Presumably, that was the computer system that failed on them in the 1991 movie "Flight Of The Intruder" when they were over their target in the enemy's capitol city.
04/01/07 11:51 AM
That dream of climbing down those cliffs in Africa as I was making my escape is tremendously fascinating. I wish I could remember more.
04/01/07 11:53 AM
I wonder when I got this scar on my hip though. Did the Libyans do that before I escaped or did it happen when I was captured later by African tribes? It looks to be from a butcher knife because the edges are so clean. If it had been a sword or spear, I think the edges would taper more.
04/01/07 1:50 PM
In the dream about descending the cliffs in Africa, I don't understand the part about the cereal boxes. The walls of the cliffs were very high and cragged and lined with cereal boxes; at least two layers thick. I would knock one box off that was below me and then step on the top of the one below the one I knocked off. I formed something of a ladder down using that method.
04/01/07 1:53 PM
As I was writing that last part, I remembered some thoughts from yesterday. I was thinking of a "memory" from being at Joseph Burgess's house outside Asher, OK. He was preparing to replace the shingles on his house and he was chopping down some trees to build a ladder. There is some kind of "memory" about me taking out the trash from the house. I think Gemma told me to take it out but I can't "remember" for certain. I asked where to take the trash to and someone, not sure if it was Gemma or one of the younger kids, told me to throw it into the creek in that woods behind the house. I can still visualize all that. I can feel something like confusion over why I should throw the trash in the creek but I did anyway. The next element of that dream I "remember" is that we later saw a snake in the water near the trash. Apparently, the snake was drawn to the trash. One of the kids ran to Dad about the snake and he went down there with his axe and chopped up the snake. I had been asking to go swimming and I can still "remember" him asking me if I still wanted to go swimming in the creek after seeing the snake in it.
04/01/07 4:33 PM
Reading through all this, including the humorous part about the parachutes, as well these excerpts, I wonder again if I have some medical training. I think my first, if I have more than one, doctorate was in computer science. But I wonder if I was studying medicine and surgery, too. Probably.
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=34289&st=&st1=
Remarks at the Uniformed Services University of Health Sciences Commencement Ceremony
May 16th, 1987
Thank you all very much. And Secretary Weinberger, Chairman Olch, Dean Sanford, members of the graduating class, and ladies and gentlemen, I must tell you before I start how relieved I was when Dean Sanford told me that I was going to walk on after the procession. I thought that I was going to come in with the dean, and with his reputation, I'd been afraid that the good news was that we might perch on the backstage rafters and rappel in— [laughter] —and the bad news, that we'd jump from 10,000 feet. [Laughter] But it's a pleasure to be here to welcome you the graduates of this the West Point and Annapolis and Colorado Springs for physicians into your new profession as military and Public Health Service doctors.
You know, I hope you won't mind if I pause for a minute, but that reminds me of something. At my age, everything reminds you of something. [Laughter] People will be calling you doctor. And there are all kinds of doctors. I'm even one kind of doctor. Last week down at Tuskegee University, at the commencement there, I was awarded an honorary degree. I am a doctor of laws now. And I told them at that time that they had compounded a sense of guilt I had nursed for some 55 years, because I always was suspicious that the first degree I got, when I graduated from college, was honorary. [Laughter] You know, I was devoted to some other activities, such as football and swimming and campus dramatics. And I've often wondered, since, if I'd spent more time and worked harder as a student how far I might have gone. [Laughter]
A quarter century ago, Douglas MacArthur gave his farewell address to the Long Gray Line, the cadets of West Point. He stood in the vast hall of the academy, below the balcony they call the poop deck, and spoke about the soul, not just of the Army but of all the services that you now enter. "The Long Gray Line," he said, "has never failed us. Were you to do so, a million ghosts in olive drab, in brown khaki, in blue and gray would rise from their white crosses thundering those magic words: duty, honor, country."
Duty, honor, country—the motto of West Point. And like the men and women of West Point and all of our military institutions, our physicians in uniform have never failed us. They've been ready when called; ready for hardship and sacrifice, for adventure and exploration; ready to extend the hand of compassion and healing care; ready, if called, to give the last full measure of their devotion. And you now join that company. You now enter the service of your country in one of the world's most honored professions: that of physician.
And so, as your Commander in Chief, I say to you today, on behalf of a grateful country, good luck, congratulations, Godspeed. Thank you, and God bless you.
04/01/07 5:00 PM
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=34292&st=&st1=
Statement on the Attack Against the U.S.S. Stark
May 18th, 1987
I have an announcement here that I would like to make that is aimed directly at you of the press.
04/03/07 7:46 PM
Greetings, Admiral. I bear many receipts for reimbursement.
04/04/07 6:22 AM
They even have "Spock" wearing what looks like a U.S. Navy flight suit. I wrote earlier this episode might reflect that flight with Lassen on 6/19/68.
Star Trek (Repeat)
51 TVLANDP: Wednesday, April 4 6:00 AM
Science fiction, Fantasy
Spock's Brain
Kirk retrieves Spock's stolen brain, which is being used to operate an underground civilization.
Cast: William Shatner, Leonard Nimoy, DeForest Kelley, James Doohan, Nichelle Nichols, George Takei, Walter Koenig, Majel Barrett Executive Producer(s): Gene Roddenberry
Original Air Date: Sep 20, 1968
04/04/07 6:24 AM
I can't recall any other ST:TOS episodes that feature that style of green jumpsuit.
04/05/07 10:37 AM
This movie released on 11/9/90, according to the article. That was 3 years, 5.9 months, after 5/13/87.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dances_with_wolves
Release date(s) November 9, 1990
Dances with Wolves is a 1990 epic film which tells the story of a United States cavalry officer in the 1860s who befriends a band of Sioux, sacrificing his career and ties to his own people.
Originally written as a spec screenplay by Michael Blake, it went unsold in the mid 1980s. It was Kevin Costner who, in early 1986 (when he was relatively unknown), encouraged Blake to turn the screenplay into a novel, to improve its chances of being made into a movie. The novel manuscript of Dances with Wolves was rejected by numerous publishers but finally published in paperback in 1988. As a novel, the rights were purchased by Costner, with an eye to his directing it. Therefore, Blake's "adaptation" of the novel existed before the novel itself.
04/06/07 5:22 PM
I was thinking a while back that they put a power drill bit all the way through my hand, but I don't think it actually went all the way through. Rather, the drill bit went into my hand, between the knuckles, and into my hand towards my wrist. My hand was held down flat on the edge of a table and my fingers were pointed down towards the floor while my hand was flat on the table. Then the drill bit was powered into my flattened hand towards my wrist. It was very painful.
I think this really big scar on my left shin was from a bullet that hit me during the Vietnam war. Maybe the one's on my left and right arms happened then too, I don't. I have been thinking that I was shot during Grenada, Lebanon and Panama. Panama might have been a shotgun blast to my upper back and the back of my neck. But some of the scars seem a lot older than the other's so maybe it was because they occurred during Vietnam. The scar on my left hand from the power drill looks a lot newer than the circular scars on my arms and leg. I feel there are others I have forgotten about.
04/06/07 6:44 PM
Every time I see a photo of Captain Kraft, I think of Mark Mogge. I probably served with Terry Kraft at some point. Maybe the person I know as Mark Mogge is related to him.
http://www.navy.mil/view_single.asp?id=44852
Image: 070406-N-7130B-103.jpg
Description: On the bridge of the aircraft carrier USS Ronald Reagan (CVN 76), Commanding Officer, Capt. Terry B. Kraft monitors the progress of an ammunition offload.
04/08/07 3:12 PM
This is why I typically buy Corona beer:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U.S._Naval_Special_Warfare_Command
The United States Naval Special Warfare Command (NAVSPECWARCOM, NAVSOC, or NSW) is the command charged with overseeing the various Special Operations Forces (SOF) of the U.S. Navy. The command is part of the United States Special Operations Command (USSOCOM); a larger command overseeing all the different SOF commands of each branch of the U.S. military.
General information
Naval Special Warfare Command was commissioned on April 16, 1987, at the Naval Amphibious Base Coronado in San Diego, California. As the Naval component to the U.S. Special Operations Command, Naval Special Warfare Command provides vision, leadership, doctrinal guidance, resources and oversight to ensure component maritime special operations forces are ready to meet the operational requirements of combatant commanders. NSW provides a versatile, responsive and offensively focused force with continuous overseas presence.
The major operational components of Naval Special Warfare Command include Naval Special Warfare Groups ONE and THREE in San Diego, and Naval Special Warfare Groups TWO and FOUR in Norfolk, Virginia. These components deploy SEAL Teams, SEAL Delivery Vehicle Teams, and Special Boat Teams world wide to meet the training, exercise, contingency, and wartime requirements of theater commanders.
04/08/07 3:16 PM
I find myself missing that area a lot. I flew down to L.A. back in 1999 and I can't remember a time over almost 9 years that I felt so happy as I was that day.
04/09/07 1:35 PM
The woman who portrayed "Lilly Sloan" in "First Contact" was 33 years, 3 months, 6 days, old on 2/14/86.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfre_Woodard
Alfre Woodard (born November 8, 1952, in Tulsa, Oklahoma, USA) is an acclaimed Academy Award-nominated, Emmy and Golden Globe-winning American actress.
04/09/07 3:37 PM
I must have dreamed of Lilly Jang again last night. I like that promo ad of her in the burgundy outfit.
[ same color as the sheets on my bed. Do this women think I am not going home to my wife when this deployment is over? ]
04/10/07 2:20 PM
It is interesting to read that Patrick Stewart portrayed the figure Henry Grey, 1st Duke of Suffolk, in the 1986 film, "Lady Jane."
The interesting part is that Henry Grey was executed for treason while trying to prevent Queen Mary I from marrying King Philip II of Spain. Perhaps Patrick Stewart portrayed that role solely because our family line is dependant somehow on King Philip II of Spain. That might also be the reason for Russell Crowe's was from Spain in "Gladiator." I haven't fully traced the ancestry yet, but the references to Tudor reminds me of a "memory" of being in Bobby and Melissa's house and Kayli laughed when I said the word Tudor; I guess because it sounded like I said "tooter."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Jane_%28film%29
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Grey%2C_1st_Duke_of_Suffolk
As the father of Lady Jane Grey, Grey tried, with the help of Northumberland, to have his daughter installed as queen after Edward VI died (6 July 1553). She was the nearest Protestant claimant to the throne of England. This attempt ultimately failed (19 July 1553). By the friendship his wife shared with the new Queen Mary I, Grey and his daughter temporarily avoided execution.
Mary had Henry Grey beheaded on February 23, 1554, after his conviction of treason for his part in Sir Thomas Wyatt's attempt (January – February 1554) to overthrow her after she announced her intention to marry King Philip II of Spain.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philip_II_of_Spain
Philip II (Spanish: Felipe II de Habsburgo; Portuguese: Filipe I) (May 21, 1527 – September 13, 1598) was the first official King of Spain from 1556 until 1598, King of Naples and Sicily from 1554 until 1598, King of England (as King-consort of Mary I) from 1554 to 1558, King of Portugal and the Algarves (as Philip I)
04/10/07 2:30 PM
It could be that Philip II of Spain is directly related to our line, or it was just a secret reference to Philip, Duke of Edinburgh.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_Philip%2C_Duke_of_Edinburgh
The Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, (Philip Mountbatten; born Prince Philippos of Greece and Denmark, 10 June 1921) is the husband and consort of Queen Elizabeth II.
Originally a Prince of Greece and Denmark, Prince Philip abandoned those titles to serve in the Royal Navy of the United Kingdom, but did not renounce them. In 1947, he married Princess Elizabeth, the heiress to King George VI. Prince Philip is a member of the Danish Royal House of Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg. Prior to his marriage, George VI created him Duke of Edinburgh, Earl of Merioneth and Baron Greenwich with the style of His Royal Highness. In 1957, Philip was created a Prince of the United Kingdom. Prince Philip took the anglicized name of his mother's family, Mountbatten (formerly Battenberg) after becoming a British citizen.
04/10/07 2:38 PM
Denzil Draper married a woman from Spain after he divorced Thedia.
04/10/07 2:41 PM
This makes me think of Rhonda Ramsey:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HMS_Ramillies_%281916%29
HMS Ramillies (pennant number 07) was a Revenge-class battleship of the Royal Navy, named after the Battle of Ramillies.
In late 1939 Ramillies sailed for the East, with a stint in the Indian Ocean, when HRH Prince Philip was a crew member. She visited New Zealand at Christmas 1939 and from 6 January 1940 to 12 February she escorted 13,000 New Zealand troops from Wellington to Suez. From 15 April to 7 May 1940 she escorted Australian soldiers from Melbourne to Suez.
04/10/07 2:43 PM
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Ramillies
In the Battle of Ramillies, 23 May 1706, a British-Dutch-German army under Duke of Marlborough, defeated a French army under duc de Villeroi at Ramillies-Offus near Namur, clearing the French from the Spanish Netherlands and leading to the capture of Antwerp, Bruges, and Ghent in the War of the Spanish Succession.
04/10/07 2:45 PM
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_of_the_Spanish_Succession
The War of the Spanish Succession (1701–1714) was a major European conflict that arose in 1701 after the death of the last Spanish Habsburg king, Charles II. Charles had bequeathed all of his possessions to Philip, duc d'Anjou — a grandson of the French King Louis XIV — who thereby became Philip V of Spain. The war began slowly, as the Holy Roman Emperor Leopold I fought to protect his own dynasty's claim to the Spanish inheritance. As Louis XIV began to expand his territories more aggressively, however, other European nations (chiefly England and the Dutch Republic) entered on the Holy Roman Empire's side to check French expansion (and, in the English case, to safeguard its own Protestant succession). Other states joined the coalition opposing France and Spain in an attempt to acquire new territories, or to protect existing dominions. The war was fought not only in Europe, but also in North America, where the conflict became known to the English colonists as Queen Anne's War.
The war lasted over a decade, and was marked by the military leadership of notable generals such as the duc de Villars and the Duke of Berwick for France, the Duke of Marlborough for England, and Prince Eugene of Savoy for the Austrians. The war was concluded by the treaties of Utrecht (1713) and Rastatt (1714). As a result, Philip V remained King of Spain but was removed from the French line of succession, thereby averting a union of France and Spain. The Austrians gained most of the Spanish territories in Italy and the Netherlands. As a consequence, France's hegemony over continental Europe was ended, and the idea of a balance of power became a part of the international order due to its mention in the Treaty of Utrecht.[4]
04/10/07 2:48 PM
The first part of that last note I made mentions Philip V. I traced him back to Philip II, but my mind is experiencing too much of that mental block right now to detail the connections.
04/10/07 2:51 PM
It stands to reason that Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, would be assigned to the HMS Ramillies for its symbolic value.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Friday, May 18, 2007
Had a dream with a lot of details that I can't remember now. At one point, I was sitting at a computer and I was busy working on something and there was a lot of distraction. Someone sent me a hyperlink that I was hoping to get but didn't expect. I can still visualize the hyperlink but I can't remember the letters. The password was 'siren' or 'firehouse.' The link went to a website with a lot of photos about my real life, as I was writing the other day. Then I was sleeping in some trees but some very big dinosaurs came along and started eating the trees and I had to go somewhere else. Then I was standing on top of an alligator trying to avoid it from biting my feet and I was trying to get away from it into a house.
After that dream about the dinosaurs eating the tree I was in, which was actually probably a giraffe or elephant when I was lost in Africa, I "remembered" something similar from my artificial and symbolic memories. I was thinking of that house we lived on at the cul-de-sac in De Queen. That was the place that had three houses and all three had a kid named Kerry, although the girl spelled hers differently. I think hers was Kerri McKeever. Anyway, I "remember" there was a large hedgerow that I liked to play in. I had some kind of place to go to, sort of like a cave of the vegetation within the hedgerow. That could be about the jungles of Vietnam during the war, but I think it has something to do with me surviving in Africa in 1986 and 1987. Those are going to be some incredible memories to all consciously re-live again.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: August 2, 2006
When I wrote yesterday about Snake Plissken being a glider pilot, I forgot to note another thought on that topic. I have wondered if I ran out of fuel on the return from Osirak and had to land the F-16 unpowered in the desert.
This seems familar, or interesting for some unexplainable reason:
http://www.columbiassacrifice.com/&3_shttlovrvw.htm
http://www.columbiassacrifice.com/images/gen_graphics/CloseOutPhoto2.jpg
It makes absolutely no sense to route wiring that originates near the rear part of the wing at the elevon actuators up and around the leading edge. All of the other wiring from that area is routed directly to the main cable tray that runs the length of the fuselage, see any of the diagrams to the right.
Closeout photos, see below, show how cables originating from sensors near the leading edge of the wing are routed to the side of the fuselage where they are bundled into a harness which then travels towards the rear of the wing where it enters the main cable tray.
When I look at the image on the right-hand side, I am reminded very clearly of a photo I took on the USS Taylor. I am absolutely convinced that the photo from the Taylor was shown to me specifically to deflect my memory about being in areas such as this on the space shuttle. The photo from the Taylor was taken while standing outside the berthing compartment that Ship's Control division was assigned to and I think it was on the main deck, the same deck as the mess deck. The photo was taken standing outside the hatch to that berthing compartment and that ladder that runs up to the deck above was to my left. The photo was looking down the passageway towards the mess deck. There was a lot of cabling to the right, which was the port side hull of the frigate. I am absolutely convinced I have been in the space shuttle and looking at this location. I just can't remember it.
http://www.columbiassacrifice.com/images/gen_graphics/CloseOutPhoto1.jpg
According to an image on this page, the shuttle tread width is almost 23 feet. That would be the distance from one side of the tire to the opposite side of the other tire.
http://www.columbiassacrifice.com/&0_shttlovrvw.htm
I wanted to write about something else a few days ago that I forget to mention that seems relevant. I was writing about the time, which seems associated with STS-1, when the toilet backed up in that house on De Quincy. It had overflowed onto the floor and all the tiles on the bathroom floor started coming unglued and after a short period, were completely attached. I remember, for some reason, that mom laughed about how I fixed it. I started nailing down the tiles until I ran out of nails. She thought that was funny and I wondered why. I thought it was a good idea. She said she was going to get the landlord to fix them. I started thinking yesterday that I am remembering something about the heat shield tiles on the shuttle but I'm not sure what this memory actually represents. If I'm not mistaken, the shuttle tiles are glued, just as those bathroom floor tiles were supposed to be. Maybe I remembering some kind of suggestion I made to bolt down the missing tiles as we prepared to return to Earth in 1981.
And I must not have been badly hurt after that supposed fall from the landing shuttle because I apparently was flying over Baghdad only a couple months later.
August 4, 2006
If I did fall out of Columbia on 4/14/81 and deployed a parachute, that would explain the scars on the top and back of my legs. The parchute harness would probably create those kinds of injuries. And I've been thinking it wasn't a static line, rather a tether. I have been thinking that I, similar to that Rambo movie, had to cut the line and I was being thrown against the wing after being thrown out. I wonder if that was the inpsiration for "Die Hard" where he almost gets dragged out the window of the building while that fire hose was tied around his waist.
Damn if this guy doesn't look just like a guy I worked with in Ship's Control division on the Taylor. Can't remember his name, we called him "Pops" because he was older than most of us. His last name may have been Olsen. When we had all been there longer enough to pursue other occupations, a process that for non-rated E-3's was called "striking," I chose Fire Controlman and he chose Intercommunications Technician, or IC. I spoke to him briefly after I was assigned to Wainwright and he was still on the Taylor, which was across the pier from us in Charleston, as an IC3.
http://www.dodmedia.osd.mil/Assets/1984/Air_Force/DF-SC-84-03860.JPG
Air Force Colonel Gordon Fullerton, space SHUTTLE pilot on Columbia's third flight, watches as his pen floats in the zero-gravity environment of a low-earth orbit. Lacking a bumper, the "Air Force, A Great Way of Life" bumper sticker was put in the aft station of the orbiter's flight deck.
Camera Operator: NASA
Date Shot: 22 Mar 1982
I've been thinking I was on this flight too, that photo of Fullerton reinforces that belief, but I still don't remember actually being there. This flight would have been about a month before USNA82 graduation.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/STS-3
Mission: STS-3
Shuttle: Columbia
Launch: March 22, 1982
Landing: March 30, 1982
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Re: manipulate
Thu, 3/23/06 3:40 PM
http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=manipulate
manipulate
To influence or manage shrewdly or deviously
[I found some information on a university website that discusses the manipulation of dreams. But it isn't exactly what I am looking for, although it does suggest that doctors do things like that. It's a hard subject to research on the internet. I also realized something I have been assuming for a long time. I have no doubts that someone has been manipulating my dreams but I realized that if anyone is trying to test whether that is happening to me, it is hard to determine in these settings. Also, for a while, people were saying all kinds of stuff around me when I was in my bed in my little cubicle. After I pointed out somewhere, in the bathroom I think, that I wasn't always asleep when they did that, the comments have dropped off a lot. Although now that I say this in private, my environment will change again in response. That one guy was driving me absolutely bonkers, he was always mumbling stuff that I would hear, it was driving me up the wall. Anyway, there was one day a while back, I woke up, quickly dressed and rushed downstairs thinking I was late for lunch. I have thought about that several times now. I wasn't thinking about anything. I rushed down the stairs and then stood there with a fork in my hand at the lunch window waiting expectantly on the people behind the counter. After a minute or so, one person told me lunch would be in a half hour. I then realized I knew it was 11:30. I had looked at my watch but it didn't mean anything. In hindsight, it is like my mind was blocked. I suspect they gave me a suggestion while I slept that I was late for lunch and to hurry downstairs. I've never been hypnotized before but that must be what it feels like. After she told me I was early, nothing so much clicked, as I would expect something like being jarred awake, rather I realized I knew that, I knew it was 11:30. I want to say that it was an unsettling experience, but also when I look back at it, it seemed kind of fun. I can't explain precisely what about the experience was fun, it just seems almost like a fond memory. It seems like I should feel more weirded out about it.]
The problem with something like this, as it dawned on me the other day, and I'm not sure if I was prompted to mention this, is that it is hard to prove that I was dreaming when they communicated the information to me. If I had been awake, I would have heard the instructions and went along with it. Additionally, I get these thoughts like that, and I don't know anymore if they are just regular impulses that I would normally control or whether they are some kind of post-hypnotic suggestions. There are just some things I feel compelled to note in my journal.
[This reminds me of something I told a doctor in the VA. He was relating something to me about Freud. I commented about the difference between invention and discovery. My basic understanding of Freud is that you can't really prove anything he said. It's sort of like astrology, in the sense that it shapes the way people perceive the universe. Essentially people see things they want to see them and discard the stuff they don't want to see.]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nancy_School
The Nancy School was an early French school of psychotherapy founded in 1866 by Ambroise-Auguste Liébault in the city of Nancy. Hypnosis played a great part in the treatment methodology. Ambroise-Auguste Liebeault suggested in a monotonous but penetrating a tone they feel better with suggestions regarding health, digestion, circulation, coughing, etc. He had 100's of cures. He was follower of the theory of Abbé Faria. A professor from the University of Nancy, Hippolyte Bernheim arrived to expose him and instead was convinced. Hippolyte Bernhiem conducted much research into this subject. Prior to Sigmund Freud, Suggestion was the only known method of psychotherapy. This was used extensively with good results. Bernheim joined Liebeault and they conducted a clinic together. In 20 years, they treated over 30,000 patients together with suggestions under hypnosis. They had such amazing success that doctors from all over Europe came to study under them, including Emile Coue and Sigmund Freud . The Nancy school was based on psychology and verbal suggestion using light hypnosis with no amnesia effect.
Retrieved from "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nancy_School"
http://www.odci.gov/csi/kent_csi/docs/v04i1a05p_0003.htm
The Subject Unaware. Hypnosis has reportedly been effected without the subject's awareness in three situations--in sleep, in patients undergoing psychiatric consultation, and spontaneously in persons observing another subject being hypnotized.
I remember this one time when I was living at Limestone. I was in that second apartment that I thought would be quieter than the first one. One morning, just as I awoke, I heard a voice say "good morning Kerry." It sounded like it was from the PA system of that car dealership down the road. It was very creepy. I remember telling a coworker about it. I also remember, coincidentally, telling coworkers that I could, from my apartment, see who left their monitors on at night. With a good telescope, I could have easily read what was on their screens. Sometimes I wonder if it was noticing stuff like that that got me labeled as "troublemaker." They were scared of the implications and like ostrich's sticking their heads in the sand, blamed the messenger.
"Mr. Bond, you persist in defying my efforts to provide an amusing death for you."
From 11/2/1975 to 6/26/1979 is: 3 years, 33 weeks, 5 days
From 11/2/1975 to 6/29/1979 is: 3 years, 34 weeks, 1 day
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moonraker_%28film%29
Released
June 26, 1979 (UK)
June 29, 1979 (USA)
Moonraker is a 1979 spy film. It is the 11th film in the James Bond series and the fourth to star Roger Moore as MI6 agent James Bond. When the end credits rolled for the previous Bond film, The Spy Who Loved Me, it said: 'James Bond will return in For Your Eyes Only; however, the producers chose Moonraker as the basis for the next film. For Your Eyes Only was subsequently delayed and ended up following Moonraker in 1981. In the film, Bond is set on the trail of a space shuttle that went missing during transport on the back of a plane. He visits the owner of the transport company, Hugo Drax, to investigate further. After befriending space scientist Holly Goodhead and a narrow brush with a centrifuge, Bond follows the trail of clues from California, to Venice, to the Amazon rain forest and finally into outer space in a bid to prevent a genocidal plot to conquer the world.
From 4/15/1947 to 4/14/1977 is: 359 months, 30 days
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001042/
Lois Chiles
Date of Birth: 15 April 1947
Moonraker (1979) .... Dr. Holly Goodhead
Roger Moore turned 59 years old on 10/14/1986. He was 59 years, 30 weeks, 1 day, old on 5/13/1987. That adds weight to my theory about my time in Africa being manipulated somehow. It is something I can't fully articulate yet. Something I saw in "Black Hawk Down" about how the militants were putting up those barricades. I don't seem to be going home today so they are still up to it here in insurgent-controlled King County, Washington.
Roger Moore is 35 years, 9 months, 2 days, older than Phoebe. I think it was 1973 when he first starred as "James Bond."
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000549/
Roger Moore
Date of Birth: 14 October 1927
A View to a Kill (1985) .... James Bond
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Sunday, May 06, 2007
This is so funny in a zany the-Libyans-are-after-me-again-and-I-miss-home kind of way. I wish I had this particular thought in my journal when I was sitting in the park those days I was in the Downtown Emergency Services Shelter, but I didn‘t have computer access for a while. I did write that walking into that homeless shelter reminded me of "Reese" walking into that placed he lived while a soldier in the future in the 1984 "The Terminator." Anyway, I was sitting there in the park munching on some dry cereal Froot Loops that a social worker had given me and I was thinking about how familiar I was becoming with the mating rituals of pigeons. That was in June 2005, I think. I had been sleeping in my Jeep up in the mountains for a while until I had an appointment with a social worker because I was homeless. I had to leave my apartment before I would be evicted.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0101775/
Memorable quotes for
Drop Dead Fred (1991)
[Elizabeth and Charles are lying down, making out on the sofa]
Fred: Hold on, hold on that's now how the pigeons do it. You're supposed to stamp on her head and peck her
This calculation represents how I might have made this casting choice, assuming this is my work.
From 3/3/1959 to 4/14/1986 is: 9904 days
9904 / 0.593 = 16701
From 7/29/1941 to 5/13/1987 is: 16724 days
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Warner_%28actor%29
David Warner (born July 29, 1941) is an English actor who often plays sinister or evil characters.
In "Chain of Command", a 6th-season episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, he was a Cardassian interrogator. He based his portrayal on the evil "re-educator" from 1984.
