http://www.governor.wa.gov/contact/form.asp
Thank you for contacting Governor Christine Gregoire. The Governor values your views and opinions. We want to assure you that the Governor's Office reads these messages and, when appropriate, refers them to relevant agencies, staff, or the Governor herself. Because of the volume of e-mail we receive daily, however, we are unable to respond to every message. Thank you again for contacting the Governor.
October 20, 2007
To: Governor Gregoire
From: Kerry W. Burgess (official United States federal undercover identity, an identity completely compromised by forces hostile to the United States of America)
Governor,
I have communicated these details and more to the Office of the Inspector General, Department of Justice, and I wanted to also inform you of my observations.
I currently maintain an official United States federal undercover identity and I began that assignment on 12/7/1998 to investigate Microsoft Corporation sponsored terrorism. My deployment start date is recorded as 3/15/1998 and 3/16/1998 and I have been 100% deployed since then without even being able to visit with my family. I have not yet been granted permission to resume my true identity. And there is predictability to the terrorists attacks I have survived to this point.
From 4/14/1977 to 10/23/1983 is: 3 days, 340 weeks
'334'
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1983_Beirut_barracks_bombing
The 1983 Beirut barracks bombing was a major incident on October 23, 1983, during the Lebanese Civil War. Two truck bombs struck buildings in Beirut housing U.S. and French members of the Multinational Force in Lebanon, killing hundreds of servicemen, the majority being U.S. Marines. The blasts led to the withdrawal of the international peacekeeping force from Lebanon, where they had been stationed since the Israeli 1982 invasion of Lebanon.
From 7/1/1961 to 8/31/1997 is 30 days, 433 months
'34-33'
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Princess_Diana
Diana, Princess of Wales (Diana Frances[2]; née Spencer; 1 July 1961 – 31 August 1997) was the first wife of Charles, Prince of Wales.
From 3/16/1998 (deployed) to 4/2/2007 is: 3304 days
'334'
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2003648679_uwshooting03m.html
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Months of stalking end with 2 dead at UW
From 5/9/1942 (John Ashcroft) to 4/10/1972 is: 1 day, 359 months
'1-3-59'
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Ashcroft
John David Ashcroft (born May 9, 1942) was the 79th Attorney General of the United States. He served during the first term of President George W. Bush from 2001 until 2005. Ashcroft was previously the Governor of Missouri (1985–1993) and a U.S. Senator from Missouri (1995–2001). He is the author of several books, including: On My Honor: The Beliefs that Shape My Life, Lessons from a Father to his Son, and most recently, Never Again: Securing America and Restoring Justice.
From 4/17/1968 (William Moschella) to 4/10/1972 is: 3 years, 359 days
'33-59'
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Moschella
William Emil Moschella (born April 17, 1968), a United States lawyer and political appointee as Deputy Attorney General in the administration of President George W. Bush.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dismissal_of_U.S._attorneys_controversy
Dismissal of U.S. attorneys controversy
From 11/8/1954 (Michael Brown) to 3/4/1959 is: 3 days, 3 weeks, 3 months, 4 years
'33-34'
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_D._Brown
Michael DeWayne Brown (born November 8, 1954) was Undersecretary of Emergency Preparedness and Response (EP&R), a division of the Department of Homeland Security (DHS), a position generally referred to as the director or administrator of the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA). He was appointed in January 2003 by President George W. Bush and resigned September 2005 following his controversial handling of the devastation wrought by Hurricane Katrina.
'1970: 7 & 11'
From 5/4/1975 (Laci Peterson) to 4/14/1977 is: 711 days
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laci_peterson
Laci Peterson, born Laci Denise Rocha (May 4, 1975–ca. December 24, 2002),[1] was the subject of one of the most discussed missing-person cases in United States history, after she went missing while eight months pregnant with her first child. Laci was last seen alive on December 23, 2002. Her husband, Scott Peterson was eventually convicted of her murder and is currently on death row at San Quentin Prison.
By December 1996, they were engaged, and they married on August 9, 1997
From 7/16/1963 to 8/9/1997 (Laci Peterson married) is 34 years, 3 weeks, 3 days
'34-33'
From 9/11/2001 to 4/30/2005 (Wilbanks wedding date) is: 33 weeks, 3 years
'333'
From 8/25/1973 (Wilbanks) to 4/14/1977 is: 1 day, 33 weeks, 3 years
'1-333'
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jennifer_Wilbanks
Jennifer Carol Wilbanks, CMA (a.k.a. "The Runaway Bride") (born August 25, 1973) is an American who ran away from home on April 26, 2005, in an effort to avoid her wedding with John Mason, her fiancé, on April 30. Her disappearance from Duluth, Georgia, sparked a nationwide search and intensive media coverage. On April 29, she called Mason from Albuquerque, New Mexico, and falsely claimed that she had been kidnapped and sexually assaulted by a Hispanic male and a white woman.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jennifer_Wilbanks
May 17 — Wilbanks officially canceled her engagement to her fiance.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_17
May 17
1987 - An Iraqi fighter jet fires two missiles into the U.S. warship USS Stark (FFG-31), killing 37 and injuring 21 of her crew.
[ begin examples I recognize as my work or legitimately associated with my interests ]
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098300/
Shag (1989)
Release Date: 21 July 1989 (USA)
Summer of 1963. Carson is getting married to her boyfriend so her friends Melaina, Pudge and Luanne take her to Myrtle Beach for one last irresponsible weekend.
Phoebe Cates ... Carson McBride
From 3/3/1959 to 9/20/1965 (Robert Rusler) is: 2393 days
From 7/16/1963 to 9/20/1965 (Robert Rusler) is: 797 days
797 / 2393 = 0.333
'333'
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0750852/
Robert Rusler
Date of Birth: 20 September 1965
Shag (1989) .... Buzz Ravenel
http://zip4.usps.com/zip4/zcl_1_results.jsp
ZIP Code™ Matches in RAVENEL, SC
29470
29470 >> 29 4 70 >> 4/29/1970
From 3/4/1959 to 4/29/1970 (postal code 29470) is: 133 months, 3 weeks, 4 days
'1-33-34'
As I noted earlier, the USS Stark FFG-31 was attacked on 5/17/1987 probably as another attempt to assassinate me and to prevent me from going back home to Phoebe. She and I had a wedding ceremony on 7/21/1987 but I was still in pretty bad shape after the injuries I endured during that extended test of survival in Africa in 1986 and 1987. There are other pointers to that date that I haven't included here.
http://zip4.usps.com/zip4/zcl_1_results.jsp
ZIP Code™ Matches in CARSON, NM
87517 (PO BOX)
87517 >>> 1987 May 17
From 7/21/1987 to 10/19/1990 ("Dances with Wolves") is: 1186 days
1186 = 593 + 593
'59-33'
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099348/releaseinfo
Release dates for
Dances with Wolves (1990)
USA 19 October 1990 (Washington, D.C.) (premiere)
A couple of interesting details about this drawing are that Neil Armstrong didn't have the red stripes on his space suit. I was thinking of that when I was thinking of the uniform Phoebe's character wears at work in "Fast Times At Ridgemont High." I was especially interested in that when I found a draft script on the internet that indicated she worked at an ice cream store, where the U.S. Navy tropical white uniform has similar slang associated with it. I bought a copy of the movie later though and it has her working at "Perry's Pizza" which reminds me of the U.S. Navy Oliver Hazard Perry-class of guided missile frigates. So anyway, there was also not a lunar rover on the Moon when Neil Armstrong was there. And of course, Jupiter wouldn't even be that large in the sky of any Jupiter moon that a human could survive a visit on the surface, such as the Jupiter moon Callisto, as the closer moons would have too much radiation for a human to survive in for very long.
http://www.dodmedia.osd.mil/Assets/Still/1982/Air_Force/DF-SC-82-03552.JPEG
The U.S. Air Force Presidential Honor Guard Drill Team poses near a depiction of astronaut Neil Armstrong's first moments on the moon. The depiction is inside the National Air and Space Museum of the Smithsonian Institute.
http://www.snpp.com/episodes/7F22.html
Blood Feud
Burns: Hello, young fellow. I haven't forgotten you. Here.
Bart: Wow, a crowbar!
Lisa: It's to open the crate, stupid.
-- Burns gives the Simpsons a gift, ``Blood Feud''
From 4/30/1982 (USNA82) to 7/11/1991 ("Blood Feud") is: 3359 days
'33-59'
http://www.tv.com/the-simpsons/blood-feud/episode/1320/summary.html?tag=ep_list;title;21
Blood Feud
Episode Number: 35
Season Num: 2
First Aired: Thursday July 11, 1991
http://www.snpp.com/episodes/7F22.html
Blood Feud
Marge: Homer, you don't do things like that to be rewarded. You do them because a fellow human being needs a helping hand.
Homer: Marge, you're my wife, I love you very much, but [condescendingly] you're living in a world of make-believe! With flowers and bells and leprechauns and magic frogs with funny little hats.
Bart: Yeah, Mom, we got hosed.
-- When Bart saves Mr. Burns' life with his donated blood, ``Blood Feud''
This link has a photo of the uniform Phoebe's character wore in the movie, which I might have selected for her, as I wanted to document that Phoebe is very important to me. I was also pondering over Phoebe's dialog in that movie and I noted that her friend, whom I think she is the only talking to for much of her dialog, and it is basically what I guess would be considered girl talk, is beginning to understand that Phoebe's character is not speaking from experience.
For example, she is telling her friend it is all right to call a boy she likes and that it is "just sex." I associate that line of thought with an artificial and symbolic memory of Thedia being angry because someone had been calling a phone sex line from our home telephone and that was showing up on the telephone bill. She questioned me and Michael about it but I didn't know anything about it and she was angry when I could prove with documentation that I was in Texarkana for a meeting with the Navy recruiters office when one of the calls took place. I think she told me later that Michael had made the calls. So anyway, assuming I wrote those lines for Phoebe, that could have been based on an observation of someone, perhaps even one of my young children, hearing about something called "phone sex" and then thinking that calling a girl on the telephone, assuming it was my son this observation was based on, was considered having sex with that girl.
http://gallery.phoebe-cates.com/v/movies/fast_times/fast_times064.jpg.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apollo_14
Apollo 14 was the eighth manned mission in the Apollo program and the third mission to land on the Moon.
Shepard's moonwalking suit was the first to incorporate red bands on the arms and legs and a red stripe on the top of the lunar EVA sunshade "hood", so as to allow easy identification of the commander while on the surface; on the Apollo 12 pictures, it had been almost impossible to distinguish between the two crewmen, causing a great deal of confusion. This feature was on Jim Lovell's Apollo 13 suit, but because of the accident, this was not used. It was used on the remaining three Apollo flights and is used on both the U.S. and Russian spacesuits on both the Space Shuttle and International Space Station.
From 3/3/1959 to 7/20/1969 (Apollo 11 lunar landing) is: 3792 days
From 7/16/1963 to 9/16/1994 ("Timecop") is: 11385 days
3792 / 11385 = 0.333
'333'
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111438/
Timecop (1994)
Release Date: 16 September 1994 (USA)
Jean-Claude Van Damme ... Max Walker
Mia Sara ... Melissa Walker
'1970: 7 & 11'
From 7/20/1969 (Apollo 11 lunar landing) to 3/6/1983 ("Baby Sister") is: 711 weeks
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085207/
Baby Sister (1983) (TV)
Release Date: 6 March 1983 (USA)
Phoebe Cates ... Annie Burroughs
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burroughs_Corporation
Burroughs Corporation
Burroughs B205 hardware has appeared as props in many Hollywood TV and movie productions from the 1960s onwards. For example a B205 console was often shown in the TV series Batman as the Bat Computer; also as the computer in Lost in Space. B205 tape drives were often seen in shows such as The Time Tunnel and Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea.
Those towers are more prominent to the Seattle skyline than is the Space Needle. How many hours did I sit there near the Seattle P-I building and in perfect alignment with 3rd and Thomas?
http://local.live.com/default.aspx?v=2&cp=47.621323~-122.355133&style=h&lvl=16&tilt=-90&dir=0&alt=-1000&scene=3695542&rtp=null~null&sp=Polyline.ry4tdy4t3fkf_ry2x1j4t2wb5_Antenna____%230000FF_%23008000_2pt_Single_Solid_ry3vr94t34yv~Polyline.ry4s3h4t3p2z_ry2x0g4t2w9n_Antenna____%230000FF_%23008000_2pt_Single_Solid_ry3v224t3869~Polyline.ry4y8n4t37qg_ry2x354t2wbh_Antenna____%230000FF_%23008000_2pt_Single_Solid_ry3xpx4t3210~Point.ry348h4t2ync_3rd%20%26%20Thomas___~Point.ry2v2q4t311m_Seattle%20P-I___&encType=1
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Rise Above Fri, 3/3/06 3:22 PM
This was a pleasant surprise. I was disappointed though when I first saw them that they were preparing to leave. I think this is the one at the link below. I love these ships. Who needs a parade when you can watch a U.S. Navy warship getting underway? If I could choose any ship I wanted for a personal yacht, it would be a Burke-class destroyer.
http://www.momsen.navy.mil/
From 4/14/1981 (STS-1 landing) to 6/12/1981 is: 59 days
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=43941&st=&st1=
Remarks on Signing a Resolution and a Proclamation Declaring National P.O.W.-M.I.A. Recognition Day, 1981
June 12th, 1981
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to what I think is a very important and worthwhile little signing ceremony here in the Rose Garden. I am pleased that I'm going to sign a joint resolution and a proclamation designating July 17th, 1981 National P.O.W.-M.I.A. Recognition Day.
The brave men and women who fought for our country should all know that America does remember and is grateful and will always be proud of their courage and honor on the battlefield. And it's fitting that we pay this special tribute to those who so heroically endured the hardships and torture of enemy captivity—unusual in any war in our history, because it was the longest period that American fighting men have ever been held in captivity. Just the thought of the terrible pain that they suffered and endured should be seared in our memories forever. And let us remember, too, that 6 years after American involvement in Vietnam, in the war, we still don't have a full accounting of our missing servicemen from that conflict, an accounting that was guaranteed in the Paris peace accords that brought the fighting there to an end, an agreement which has been violated.
Recently there have been reports that Americans are still being held captive in Indochina. None of these reports, I'm sorry to say, has been verified, but the world should know that this administration continues to attach the highest priority to the problem of those missing in action. We intend to seek the fullest possible account from the governments involved.
I'm grateful that we have with us here today one of America's outstanding heroes from the Vietnam war, one of the former prisoners of war, and now the Senator from Alabama, Jeremiah Denton, accompanied by his lovely wife Jane. July 17th, it is just 16 years—or that will be—to the day that he was shot down over Southeast Asia. Now, lest someone think that there's a little confusion there, he was shot down on July 18th, 1965, but when it was the 18th there, on this side of the dateline it was the 17th. Jeremiah Denton. Who will ever forget on that first night in that first plane that arrived at Clark Field in the Philippines, and he was the first man we saw come down the ramp from the plane, salute our flag, ask God's blessing on America, and then thank us for bringing them home.
From 7/15/1924 (Jeremiah Denton) to 3/3/1959 is: 34 years, 33 weeks
'34-33'
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeremiah_Andrew_Denton
Jeremiah Andrew Denton Jr. (born July 15, 1924 in Mobile, Alabama) is a retired U.S. Navy admiral and a former U.S. senator of the Republican party. He spent almost eight years as a prisoner of war in Vietnam and later wrote a book about his experiences.
Navy Cross Citation
"The Navy Cross is presented to Jeremiah A. Denton, Rear Admiral, U.S. Navy, for extraordinary heroism while serving as a Prisoner of War in North Vietnam from February 1966 to May 1966. Under constant pressure from North Vietnamese interrogators and guards, Rear Admiral Denton (then Commander) experienced harassment, intimidation and ruthless treatment in their attempt to gain military information and cooperative participation for propaganda purposes. During this prolonged period of physical and mental agony, he heroically resisted cruelties and continued to promulgate resistance policy and detailed instructions. Forced to attend a press conference with a Japanese correspondent, he blinked out a distress message in Morse Code at the television camera and was understood by United States Naval Intelligence. Displaying extraordinary skill, fearless dedication to duty, and resourcefulness, he reflected great credit upon himself, and upheld the highest traditions of the Naval Service and the United States Armed Forces."
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=36890&st=&st1=
Remarks to Citizens in St. George's, Grenada
February 20th, 1986
Thank you very much, Prime Minister Blaize, Governor-General Scoon, distinguished Prime Ministers, and my dear Grenadian friends. I bring you the good will and affection of the people of the United States. It is my honor to be on this platform with these Caribbean leaders. We stand before you as friends who share a fundamental belief in democracy. Our commitment to humane and representative government is stronger than any tyrant's chains. And I'm certain that my colleagues approve when I say to you, we are grateful to God, today, that Grenada is once again safely within the ranks of free nations.
There is a story, perhaps it's a legend, that in 1933 a group of young boys were in a swimming race across your harbor. And in the midst of the race, according to the story, to the horror of the crowd that watched, a shark appeared and surfaced directly under one young swimmer. For a few terrorizing minutes, the boy was carried on the back of the shark until the shark hit a wharf, and the boy was knocked to safety and pulled out of the water by his friends and neighbors. Well, dear people of Grenada, for a time it appeared that you were like that boy riding on the back of a shark. Your friends held their breath hoping and praying for you. And it was our honor to help you get off the shark. And we're—all of us up here—we're just glad we got here before it was time for his supper.
http://www.reagan.utexas.edu/archives/speeches/1986/22686b.htm
Address to the Nation on National Security
February 26, 1986
One cannot sit in this office reviewing intelligence on the military threat we face, making decisions from arms control to Libya to the Philippines, without having that concern for America's security weigh constantly on your mind. We know that peace is the condition under which mankind was meant to flourish. Yet peace does not exist of its own will. It depends on us, on our courage to build it and guard it and pass it on to future generations. George Washington's words may seem hard and cold today, but history has proven him right again and again. ``To be prepared for war,'' he said, ``is one of the most effective means of preserving peace.'' Well, to those who think strength provokes conflict, Will Rogers had his own answer. He said of the world heavyweight champion of his day: ``I've never seen anyone insult Jack Dempsey.''
I noted in my journal several times the relationship of 2/14/1968 and 2/14/1986. I noted President Reagan’s message about Brotherhood/Sisterhood dated 2/14/1986, the day I think I became a POW in Libya. I noted the date 12/23/1991 was Admiral Stockdale’s 68th birthday and how that date seems to have been cleverly encoded into the DD-214 of my cover identity. That was also the day in 2001 when I had the first of two suspicious accidents riding my bicycle.
That clue that seems to suggest Admiral Stockdale’s 68th birthday is in the form of a typographic error on that form. And there is also the fact that the military education courses listed there represent almost entirely the period I recognize as being missing in Africa. Specifically:
14. Military Education (Course title, number of weeks, and month and year completed)
Fire Control Technician “A” School 23wks 86Nov; Terrier MK 152 Computer Complex 91wks 87 Jun; BE&E SSC 12wks 86Apr;
23wks - 91wks - 12wks
If you arrange those values in the order of attendance at those schools, then it becomes:
12wks, 23wks, 91wks
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?month=02&year=1986
Listing Public Papers for: February 1986
February 14th, 1986 Message to the House of Representatives Returning Without Approval a United States Coast Guard Bill
February 14th, 1986 Executive Order 12548—Grazing Fees
February 14th, 1986 Message on the Observance of Brotherhood/Sisterhood Week, February 16-22, 1986
I recently purchased a copy of "The Reagan Diaries" and this is an excerpt, as I believe it represents my captivity in Libya at the time:
Excerpt, "The Reagan Diaries": 1986 Wednesday, February 19
Watched two short films - one on my unfavorite actor, Quadafy & one on how C.I.A. officers are made. [...]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Made
Made
Being made (or read) is having one's real identity detected. This applies to undercover law enforcement officers (by criminal targets)
From 5/13/1987 to 4/23/1992 (Thursday) is 59 months, 10 days
10 / 30 = 0.33 month
From 5/13/1987 to 4/23/1992 (Thursday) is 59.33 months
'59-33'
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105813/
White Sands (1992)
Release Date: 24 April 1992 (USA)
Tagline: The most dangerous way to solve a murder... Become the victim.
Willem Dafoe ... Deputy Sheriff Ray Dolezal
From 4/14/1986 to 9/4/1992 (UK "White Sands") is: 333 weeks, 4 days
'33-34'
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105813/releaseinfo
Release dates for
White Sands (1992)
UK 4 September 1992
From 11/25/1986 to 5/4/2000 (Thursday) is: 13 years, 5 months, 9 days
'1-3-59'
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gladiator_%282000_film%29
Release date(s) May 5, 2000
Gladiator is a 2000 historical action/drama film directed by Ridley Scott, starring Russell Crowe and Joaquin Phoenix. Crowe portrays the loyal General Maximus Decimus Meridius, who is betrayed when the Emperor's ambitious son Commodus (Phoenix) murders his father and seizes the throne. Reduced to slavery, Maximus rises through the ranks of the gladiatorial arena to avenge the murder of his family and his Emperor.
http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,841559,00.html
Friday, Jan. 31, 1969
Modern times have placed new emphasis on the P.O.W. In wars gone by, a man taken prisoner was considered to be out of the war. Often enough, he was killed on the spot; if he lived, he was often mistreated. As far as his superiors were concerned, he had proved himself on the field; they were happy if he did not defect to the enemy. But in this century of total war, the prison camp has become an extension of the battlefield. Totalitarian nations are not content merely to extract information from a P.O.W. They often hound and harass a man for months and even years in order to win his mind and soul, to reduce him to an instrument of propaganda. It is, of course, a tactic that the Soviet Union devised for use against its own political prisoners, as dramatized with terrifying realism in Arthur Koestler's Darkness at Noon and George Orwell's 1984. In this sense the prisoner of war has become a symbolic stand-in for all men in this century who are subjected to
the relentless pressures designed to capture and transform their minds.
The techniques used on prisoners by the Communists today have become painfully familiar, even though the beatings, threats and psychological pressures given Bucher and his crew were so horrifying as to stun the world anew last week. To some extent, the techniques consist of old-fashioned torture protracted and refined, in a mixture of mental and physical ordeals. The P.O.W. may be kept in utter isolation or thrust into a cell group without a shred of privacy. He may be forced to sit or stand in the same position for hours on end until his bodily functions go awry. His interrogators may keep him constantly unnerved, preventing him from sleeping, exploiting his normal feelings of guilt by focusing on painful events in his life. The interrogator may alternate kindness with brutality; a strange bond, which does not exclude a measure of affection, develops between captor and captive. Write Psychiatrists Lawrence E. Hinkle Jr. and Harold Wolff: "The interrogator is dealing with a man who might be looked upon as an intentionally created patient; the interrogator has all of the advantages and opportunities which accrue to a therapist dealing with a patient in desperate need of help."
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092925/quotes
Memorable quotes for
Dragnet (1987)
Joe Friday: I don't care what undercover rock you crawled out from, there's a dress code for detectives in Robbery-Homicide. Section 3-605. 10. 20. 22. 24. 26. 50. 70. 80. It specifies: clean shirt, short hair, tie, pressed trousers, sports jacket or suit, and leather shoes, preferably with a high shine on them.
The scene in the movie with "Doug Masters" flying through the finish line reminds me of the emergency barricade on an aircraft carrier. I don't think this is a photo of me but I believe I did have to hit the emergency barricade in 1985 after the Soviets hit us with a surprise attack. My RIO was killed and the F-14 Tomcat on my wing exploded. I regained consciousness from the concussion of the missile hit on my Tomcat just in time to restart my engines and avoid hitting the ocean. I have artificial and symbolic memories of something similar where I was driving a convertible Mustang and almost crashed when I feel asleep. The guy sitting in the backseat never woke up during that incident. I believe this incident was featured in the 1986 "Top Gun" where "Cougar" is having trouble getting back to the carrier. In my case, I believe the canopy on my F-14 Tomcat had been shattered and I had a concussion from the missile that hit me and killed my RIO. I have been thinking that this incident occurred with my Tomcat being attacked on 5/9/1985 and it might have been timed to influence some kind of negotiations that President Reagan was involved in at the time overseas.
I have noted that the zombies following me around town in Seattle and other places are taunting me with these details.
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]
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.
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.dodmedia.osd.mil/Assets/Still/1987/Navy/DN-ST-87-11415.JPEG
ID: DN-ST-87-11415
Service Depicted: Navy
An F-14A Tomcat aircraft enters a barricade during an emergency landing aboard the aircraft carrier USS KITTY HAWK (CV 63). The recovery was successful; no injuries were sustained.
Camera Operator: PH3 HALL
Date Shot: 30 Jun 1984
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=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.
From 6/24/1952 (Fernando Luis Ribas-Dominicci) 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.
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.
I was watching the 1991 "Flight of the Intruder" again recently on DVD and I started thinking that I had a great deal of creative input into that movie and I am writing now of one particular scene. There is a scene where "Grafton" is trying to restart the jet engines of his A-6 Intruder and I am thinking that actually represents me in some kind of death spiral over the ocean on 5/9/1985 as I was the pilot of an F-14 Tomcat. I find myself thinking that the scene is his darkened helmet is that I had been knocked unconscious when an anti-aircraft missile hit my aircraft, killing the RIO in the backseat. I have been thinking our backup was a long ways away but they could view my Tomcat with the long-range television camera that is built into the nose of the F-14 Tomcat. I wonder if this dialog represents what someone said as they observed me on 5/9/1985 as I was in a death spiral in my F-14 Tomcat:
"The engines are coming alive.
Yeah, we got restart."
I believe that scene in the 1991 represents that I almost hit the surface of the ocean before I regained control of my F-14 Tomcat. I made it back to the aircraft carrier and I have been thinking I was left with a minor concussion from the missile explosion. I believe elements of that experience were also incorporated into the 1986 "Top Gun," among various other references I make here, in the form of the "Cougar" character. As for my personal experience, it was a photo of my family on the instrument panel that got to regain awareness of where I was and what those voices over the radio were saying to me.
From 9/17/1946 (Shirley Tilghman) to 9/10/1948 (Thedia "Mom" Newman) is: 1 year, 359 days
'1-3-59'
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shirley_Tilghman
Shirley Marie Tilghman (born Shirley Marie Caldwell, September 17, 1946) is the president of Princeton University (the first woman to hold the position).
A leader in the field of molecular biology, Tilghman served on the Princeton faculty for 15 years before being named president. She is renowned for her pioneering research in mammalian developmental genetics, her national leadership on behalf of women in science and promoting efforts to make the early careers of young scientists as meaningful and productive as possible.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Its_a_wonderful_life
It's a Wonderful Life is a 1946 American film produced and directed by Frank Capra and based on the short story, "The Greatest Gift" written by Philip Van Doren Stern.
The film takes place in the fictional town of Bedford Falls shortly after World War II and stars James Stewart as George Bailey, a man whose attempted suicide on Christmas Eve gains the attention of a guardian angel, Clarence Odbody (or Oddbody) (Henry Travers) who is sent to help him in his hour of need. Most of the film is told through flashbacks spanning George's entire life and narrated by Franklin and Joseph, unseen Angels who are preparing Clarence for his mission to save George. Through these flashbacks we see all the people whose lives have been touched by George and the difference he has made to the community in which he lives.
The film is regarded as a classic and is a staple of Christmas TV around the world, although due to its high production costs and high standard of competition at the box office it failed to return a profit on release and financially was considered a flop.[2] Although not an Oscar winner at the time it has been since named by the American Film Institute one of the best films ever made and was placed number one on the AFI's 100 Years... 100 Cheers list of the most inspirational American films of all time.
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0430604/
Jackie Joseph
Date of Birth: 7 November 1934
Gremlins (1984) .... Sheila Futterman
Gremlins 2: The New Batch (1990) .... Sheila Futterman
This must be that Clark Gable film that was featured in "Gremlins" and that I believe represents my sentiments for Phoebe:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0043052/
To Please a Lady (1950)
Release Date: 13 October 1950 (USA)
User Comments: Car racing at its best, and good actors add much to the story
Clark Gable ... Mike Brannan
Barbara Stanwyck ... Regina Forbes
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0043052/quotes
Memorable quotes for
To Please a Lady (1950)
Regina Forbes: It's like the Fourth of July and the heavyweight fight and the World Series all rolled into one.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087363/quotes
Memorable quotes for
Gremlins (1984)
Kate: What're they doing?
Billy Peltzer: They're watching Snow White. And they love it.
Kate: Now I have another reason to hate Christmas.
Billy Peltzer: What are you talking about?
Kate: The worst thing that ever happened to me was on Christmas. Oh, God. It was so horrible. It was Christmas Eve. I was 9 years old. Me and Mom were decorating the tree, waiting for Dad to come home from work. A couple hours went by. Dad wasn't home. So Mom called the office. No answer. Christmas Day came and went, and still nothing. So the police began a search. Four or five days went by. Neither one of us could eat or sleep. Everything was falling apart. It was snowing outside. The house was freezing, so I went to try to light up the fire. That's when I noticed the smell. The firemen came and broke through the chimney top. And me and Mom were expecting them to pull out a dead cat or a bird. And instead they pulled out my father. He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit. He'd been climbing down the chimney... his arms loaded with presents. He was gonna surprise us. He slipped and broke his neck. He died instantly. And that's how I found out there was no Santa Claus.
From 7/2/1976 to 6/27/1981 (USS Kidd) is: 59 months, 3 weeks, 4 days
'59-34'
From 3/3/1959 to 12/24/1968 (Apollo 8 at Moon) is: 9 years, 9 months, 3 weeks
'993' (hull number)
http://www.navysite.de/dd/ddg993.htm
USS Kidd (DDG 993)
USS KIDD was the lead ship of the KIDD - class of guided missile destroyers. These ships were a modified version of the SPRUANCE - class destroyers. Originally built for Iran, the ship was first named KOUROUSH, but after the destroyer's takeover by the U.S. Navy the ship was renamed KIDD, becoming the second ship in the Navy named after Rear Admiral Isaac Campbell Kidd.
Commissioned: June 27, 1981
http://www.nvr.navy.mil/nvrships/details/DDG993.htm
KIDD (DDG 993)
GUIDED MISSILE DESTROYER
Commission Date: 06/27/1981
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apollo_8
Launch: December 21, 1968
Landing: December 27, 1968
Apollo 8 was the second successful 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 the Moon.
The first mid-course correction came 11 hours into the flight. Testing on the ground had shown there was a small chance that the Service Propulsion System (SPS) engine would explode when burned for long periods unless its combustion chamber was 'coated' first. This could be done by burning the engine for a short period. This first correction burn was only 2.4 seconds and added about 20.4 ft/s (6.2 m/s) prograde (in the direction of travel). This was less than the 24.8 ft/s (7.5 m/s) planned, and the shortfall was due to a bubble of helium in the oxidizer lines causing lower than expected fuel pressure, requiring the crew to use the small Reaction Control System (RCS) thrusters to make up the shortfall. Two later planned midcourse corrections were cancelled as the trajectory was found to be perfect.
Eleven hours into the flight, the crew had been awake for over 16 hours. Prior to launch, NASA had decided that at least one crewmember should be awake at all times to deal with any issues that might arise, and Borman proceeded to start the first sleep shift, but between constant radio chatter and mechanical noises, he found sleep difficult.
About an hour after starting his sleep period, Borman requested clearance to take a Seconal sleeping pill, but the pill had little effect. He eventually fell asleep. Borman awoke feeling ill. He vomited twice, and had a bout of diarrhea that left the spacecraft full of small globules of vomit and feces. The crew cleaned up as best as they could. Borman decided that he did not want the world to know about his medical problems, but Lovell and Anders still wanted to tell the ground. They decided to use the Data Storage Equipment (DSE), which could be used by the crew to tape voice recordings and telemetry, which were then dumped to the ground at high speed. After recording a description of Borman's illness they requested that mission control check the recording, as the crew "would like an evaluation of the voice comments".
A conference between the crew and medical personnel was held using the unoccupied second floor control room (there were two identical control rooms in Houston on the second and third floor, of which only one is used during the course of a mission). During a private communication with the crew, it was decided that there was little to worry about and that it was either a 24-hour flu as Borman thought, or just a reaction to the sleeping pill. In fact, it is now thought that he was suffering from Space Adaptation Syndrome, which affects about a third of astronauts during their first day in space as their vestibular system adapts to weightlessness. It had never arisen on previous spacecraft (Mercury and Gemini) as they had been too small for astronauts to move freely in, which is a known cause of "spacesickness".
The only thing left for the crew now was to perform the Trans-Earth Injection or TEI, which would occur 2½ hours after the end of the television transmission. This was the most critical burn of the whole flight. If the SPS failed to ignite, then the crew would be stuck in orbit around the Moon, with only about 5 more days of oxygen and no chance of escape. Once again, the burn had to be performed while the crew was out of contact with Earth, on the far side of the Moon.
The burn occurred perfectly on time. The spacecraft telemetry was reacquired as it re-emerged from behind the Moon at 89 hours, 28 minutes, and 39 seconds, the exact time predicted. When voice contact was regained, Lovell announced, "Please be informed, there is a Santa Claus", to which Ken Mattingly, the capcom, replied, "That's affirmative, You are the best ones to know". It was Christmas Day, 1968.
From 1/14/1948 (Carl Weathers) to 3/3/1959 is: 133 months, 17 days
30 * 0.59 = 17.7 days
From 1/14/1948 (Carl Weathers) to 3/3/1959 is: 133.59 months
'1-33-59'
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001835/
Carl Weathers
Date of Birth: 14 January 1948
Rocky (1976) .... Apollo Creed
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0080684/quotes
Memorable quotes for
Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980)
Darth Vader: Yes, Admiral?
Admiral Piett: Our ships have sighted the Millennium Falcon, Lord. But it has entered an asteroid field and we can not risk...
Darth Vader: Asteroids do not concern me, Admiral. I want that ship, not excuses.
C-3PO: Sir, the possibility of successfully navigating an asteroid field is approximately 3,720 to 1.
Han Solo: Never tell me the odds.
[Amid the violence of colliding asteroids]
Princess Leia: [to Han Solo] You don't have to do this to impress me.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087363/quotes
Memorable quotes for
Gremlins (1984)
Ruby Deagle: I want your dog.
Billy Peltzer: Barney?
Ruby Deagle: Give him to me. I'll take him to the kennel, they'll put him to sleep. It will be quick and painless compared to what I would do to him.
Billy Peltzer: What could you do?
Ruby Deagle: I'll catch the beast myself. He'll get what he deserves, a slow painful death.Maybe I'll put him in my spin-drier on high heat.
Mr. Anderson: That would do it all right!
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/eagles/lifeinthefastlane.html
EAGLES LYRICS
"Life In The Fast Lane"
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120591/quotes
Memorable quotes for
Armageddon (1998/I)
Harry Stamper: Grace, I know I promised you I was coming home.
Grace Stamper: I don't understand.
Harry Stamper: [sighs] Looks like I'm going to have to break that promise.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foreigner_%28album%29
Released March 8, 1977
Foreigner is the self-titled debut album by rock band Foreigner, released in 1977.
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/f/foreigner/long+long+way+from+home_20054849.html
Foreigner
Long, Long Way From Home
It was a monday
A day like any other day
I left a small town
For the apple in decay
It was my destiny
Its what we needed to do
They were telling me
Im telling you
I was inside looking outside
The millions of faces
But still Im alone
Waiting, hours of waiting
Paying a penance
I was longing for home
Im looking out for the two of us
I hope well be here when theyre through with us
I was inside looking outside
Oh the millions of faces
But still Im alone
Waiting, hours of waiting
I could feel the tension
I was longing for home
Im looking out for the two of us
And I hope well be here when theyre through with us
Im coming home
Monday, sad, sad monday
Shes waiting for me
But Im a long, long way from home
Sad, sad monday
Shes waiting for me
But Im a long, long way from home
Sad, sad monday
Oh shes waiting for me
But Im a long, long way from home
From 6/9/1976 to 4/8/1980 is: 3 years, 43 weeks, 3 days
'34-33'
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Forest
A Forest is a song by British rock band The Cure. It was released as a single on April 8, 1980, and was the only single from their second album Seventeen Seconds.
The lyrics tell a vague story about a man looking for a girl in a forest. He hears her calling for him, and as he chases her, he suddenly stops and realizes that he is lost and that the girl is not there. The song is fairly upbeat compared to the other material on the album, and Lol Tolhurst's machine-like steady beat together with Simon Gallup's minimalistic bassline gives this nervous chase more depth and keeps the song on the edge of a frantic groove until the end.
Though not their biggest hit, it is regarded by many fans and critics as the best example of The Cure's sound. Also notable for securing the band its first slot on BBC's "Top of the Pops". Today, this song is a concert favourite, known to be stretched out of proportions. In fact, there are versions that have lasted up to 20 minutes.
From 6/9/1976 to 12/18/1982 (USS Hercules) is: 3 days, 340 weeks
'334'
http://www.nvr.navy.mil/nvrships/details/PHM2.htm
HERCULES (PHM 2)
PATROL COMBATANT MISSILE (HYDROFOIL)
Commission Date: 12/18/1982
From 7/2/1976 to 12/8/1979 is: 159 days, 3 years
'1-59-3'
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_wall
Released
November 28, 1979 (UK)
December 8, 1979 (U.S.)
The Wall is an album by the English rock band Pink Floyd, released in 1979. Hailed by critics and fans as one of Pink Floyd's best albums, the album is widely regarded as a rock classic, and its morbid anthems have inspired many contemporary rock musicians. The album is included in the book 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die.
From 3/16/1976 to 7/4/1976 is: 3 months, 18 days
30 * 0.59 = 17.7 days
From 3/16/1976 to 7/4/1976 is: 3.59 months
3-59
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0744091/
"Warship"
Divert with Despatch (1976)
Original Air Date: 16 March 1976
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/eagles/hotelcalifornia.html
EAGLES LYRICS
"Hotel California"
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,' said the night man,
'We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave!'
http://www.dailyscript.com/scripts/Space_Cowboys.pdf
SPACE COWBOYS
ANGLE ON FULL MOON - NIGHT
The sound of CRICKETS in the night.
EXT. FRANK'S HOUSE (YOUNTVILLE, CA) - NIGHT
Frank stares at the moon, deep in thought. He doesn't
notice Barbara joining him at his side.
BARBARA
You think he made it?
Frank slowly breaks into a pensive grin as "FLY ME TO THE
MOON" FADES SLOWLY UP.
FRANK
Yeah. I think he made it.
From 7/16/1963 to 10/15/1997 is: 13 weeks, 34 years
'1-334'
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cassini%E2%80%93Huygens
Cassini–Huygens is a joint NASA/ESA/ASI robotic spacecraft mission currently studying the planet Saturn and its moons. The spacecraft consists of two main elements: the NASA Cassini orbiter, named after the Italian-French astronomer Giovanni Domenico Cassini, and the ESA Huygens probe, named after the Dutch astronomer, mathematician, and physicist Christiaan Huygens. It was launched on October 15, 1997 and entered into orbit around Saturn on July 1, 2004. On December 25, 2004 the Huygens probe separated from the orbiter at approximately 02:00 UTC, with deployment confirmed by the Jet Propulsion Laboratory. The probe reached Saturn's moon Titan on January 14, 2005, where it made an atmospheric descent to the surface and relayed scientific information. It is the first spacecraft to orbit Saturn and the fourth spacecraft to visit Saturn.
"Gremlins" 1984:
"It's true. the suicide rate is always the highest around the holidays."
From 7/16/1963 to 3/8/1977 is: 13 years, 33 weeks, 4 days
'1-33-34'
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0744098/
"Warship"
Jack Fell Down (1977)
Original Air Date: 8 March 1977 (Season 4, Episode 10)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oxygen_evolution
Oxygen evolution is the process of generating molecular oxygen through chemical reaction. Mechanisms of oxygen evolution include the photolysis of water during oxygenic photosynthesis, electrolysis of water into oxygen and hydrogen, and electrocatalytic oxygen evolution from oxides and oxoacids.
From 11/26/1976 to 3/15/1977 is: 3 months, 17 days
30 * 0.59 = 17.7 days
From 11/26/1976 to 3/15/1977 is: 3.59 months
3-59
http://www.tv.com/warship/robertson-crusoe/episode/417299/summary.html?om_act=convert&om_clk=episodessh&tag=episodes;title;2
Warship
Robertson Crusoe
Episode Number: 43
Season Num: 4
First Aired: Tuesday March 15, 1977
The Hero discovers an occupant on a remote island that was considered uninhabited.
From 7/16/1963 to 12/10/1997 is: 3 days, 3 weeks, 4 months, 34 years
334-34
http://www2.jpl.nasa.gov/galileo/news2.html
Dec. 10, 1997
NEW JUPITER FINDINGS: OXYGEN AT CALLISTO'S SURFACE, SULFUR DIOXIDE SOURCES AT IO
From 3/3/1959 to 10/21/1998 is: 14477 days
14 4 77
14 April 1977
4/14/1977
http://www2.jpl.nasa.gov/galileo/news32.html
October 21, 1998
JUPITER'S MOON CALLISTO MAY HIDE SALTY OCEAN
Jupiter's second largest moon, Callisto, may have a liquid ocean tucked under its icy, cratered crust, according to scientists studying data gathered by NASA's Galileo spacecraft.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_R._Norris
Nickname: Tommy, Ratso
Place of birth: Jacksonville, Florida
Allegiance: United States Navy
Battles/wars: Vietnam War
Awards: Medal of Honor
Other work: FBI agent
Thomas R. Norris, USN (Retired) (born 14 January 1944) is a retired a U.S. Navy SEAL awarded the Medal of Honor for his ground rescue of two downed pilots in Quang Tri Province, Vietnam on April 10-April 13, 1972. At the time of the action, Lieutenant Norris was a SEAL Advisor with the Strategic Technical Directorate Assistance Team.
Medal of Honor citation
Lieutenant Thomas R. Norris
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apollo_16
Launch: April 16, 1972
Lunar landing: April 21, 1972
Landing: April 27, 1972
Apollo 16 was the tenth manned mission in the Apollo program and the fifth mission to land on the Moon.
Hewlett Packard >>> H-L-P >>> Hoa Loa Prison
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Journal June 12, 2006, Supplemental
There must be some reason to these thoughts I was having awhile back about the opening scenes to the upcoming movie HALO. I was thinking of how the story goes behind the military person that inspired Master Chief. It begins with the real MCPO arriving at his post on some planet. It is an isolated post in some kind of wasteland, desert, mountainous region. He arrives, talks with a few people, walks around. The structure is some kind of pre-fab building with a lot of walkways and observation positions, a lot of defensive positions. You can hear the clanking of deckplates and gratings as people walk around. MCPO finds a place to sit down his gear and look out over the land. He places a photo of an attractive blond woman, a weather forecaster, on a ledge in front of him and wistfully remembers better times. After awhile, he is sent on some kind of recon mission and climbs into an aircraft that is sitting on a landing pad a few levels above the other troops. The aircraft is some kind of advanced vtol craft and you can see some similarities in the window structure to a Seahawk helo. as MCPO pilots the craft up and starts moving out, he sees a large threatening group of one of the planets native species approaching. They move in a long, herd-like stream and he can tell that at their speed, they will definitely over-run the station. He immediately lands back on the pad and runs, with deckplates clanking, but leaving his weapon in the aircraft, and runs down to the main level and jumps over the ledge to the ground. He grabbed a couple of flares on the way out and starts trying to distract the herd towards him and away from the station. They are large cow-sized rat-looking creatures, that are fast, but at his peak speed, he can out run them but he isn't sure if they have greater endurance. He runs out and away for a while and then runs into a cave system that turns into a maze. He has some near-misses from the lead rats, but he manages to leap up onto a ledge and run in another direction although they manage to keep following him. He finds his way out of the cave and sees the station in the distance, thankfully he has bought them enough time to bring all the defenses online and there is a pretty chance they will be able to fight off the herd. As he run towards the safety of the station, he finds himself with one leg hanging over the ledge of a deep gorge, having almost run over the edge. He turns around that the herd is running flat out lemming-style towards him. He curses the rat-bastards just as the first one slams into him and drives him over the ledge along with all of them to their death a thousand feet below. Later, a group of marines venture out to dig him out from under that carcasses of the rats. One makes an off-hand comment about how he thought MCPO was invincible. The scene moves around MCPO as he is lying on the ground and you see a similarity in the shape of his helmet to the look of Master Chief in Halo. Then, the scene changes to the construction of Master Chief. I don't know what MC is constructed of, but if his smallest component are nuts and bolts, that is how this scene begins, of his smallest components being brought together through an automated process of construction. The musical theme is some form of classical music but I don't know of any work that would fit. It should match the crude start of his construction and them progress into some form of elegant theme, an artful dance. After MC is finished, he steps out of the construction chamber, the perspective changes to show that 11 other cyborgs, whatever they are, were being constructed at the same time. As the music score dramatizes the movements, they all step out, then the focus returns to MC. He turns his head to look into the camera and says "I need a weapon." Later, it is revealed that the camera recording all this construction of the cyborgs was actually one of the bad guys recording it all, a spy that had snuck in to the construction facility. The is a subtle difference to the scenes that can later be recognized as being seen through the eyes, or ocular devices, whatever, of the bad guy. It is only later that it is revealed that they special scenes were being seen by the bad guy and that you realize there were earlier scenes where he was watching. The scene changes to some military office. A company officer, I think that would be considered a Major, wants to see an Admiral. The Major appears to have just come from a battle or something, he has mud on him and his uniform isn't really presentable. He is arriving after enduring 12 hours of being trapped in an overcrowded, dark bunker with a blistering, fierce mortar barrage from the enemy outside trying to break the bunker and then he is on a transport, some kind of windowless conveyance that is also overcrowded and hot and filled with the maddening and endless quietly blaring Muzac while the civilians around him are blathering on with moronic idiotic conversations that he can't help but overhear no matter how much he wants to tune them out and there is a communication panel where he wants to send a message to his family because he can't remember the last time he talked to any of them but some moron is doing something moronic on it. He eventually barges into the Admiral's office and the scene is reminiscent in certain artistic elements to an ancient Admiralty environment, that type of environment that reminds me of HMS Pinafore, although I don't think I haven't actually seen that play. The Admiral and someone else are sitting around in some kind of stuffy, formal meeting, maybe even sipping tea with their pinky fingers extended, that seems to be a waste of time to the Major. He is frustrated because he lost several men in some kind of battle earlier. The Admiral doesn't want to be lectured because, as he points out to a machine across the room that is stamping his signature on death notices for next-of-kin, he is well aware of the loss. He tells the Major then that they are receiving a Master Chief unit in a few days to help turn the tide in their losing conflict. There are only 12 units so they are sent where they are most needed.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: homeless veteran of microsoft
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Chechaquo
This is an excerpt from To Build A Fire that made an impression with me early on and has felt especially relevant for the past few years:
But all this--the mysterious, far-reaching hairline trail, the absence of sun from the sky, the tremendous cold, and the strangeness and weirdness of it all--made no impression on the man. It was not because he was long used to it. He was a new-comer in the land, a chechaquo, and this was his first winter. The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances. Fifty degrees below zero meant eighty odd degrees of frost. Such fact impressed him as being cold and uncomfortable, and that was all. It did not lead him to meditate upon his frailty as a creature of temperature, and upon man's frailty in general, able only to live within certain narrow limits of heat and cold; and from there on it did not lead him to the conjectural field of immortality and man's place in the universe. Fifty degrees below zero stood for a bite of frost that hurt and that must be guarded against by the use of mittens, ear-flaps, warm moccasins, and thick socks. Fifty degrees below zero was to him just precisely fifty degrees below zero. That there should be anything more to it than that was a thought that never entered his head.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE:
10/1/2006 3:17 PM
June 8th must mean something to Thomas Ray, but I cannot remember what it is. I was writing, and still believe, that I did not make it back with the strike group on 6/7/81 and 6/8/81 was the day I made it back to the base. Or it was the day they determined where I was and launched a rescue effort, such as to fly in a helo to get me out or to bring me fuel to fly out from the desert. I keep thinking of that memory of me running out of gas in my red Ford when I was on my way into school one evening to supervise the construction of the class float for a parade. That was towards the end of my Junior year at Ashdown. I remember Jennifer Jones used to kid me about it for a while afterwards.
10/7/2006 1:34 PM
I have thought about this movie a couple times recently. I think it was also in my small collection of DVD’s that I lost control of as a result of this crime you are witnessing, so that probably means something. There are several elements of this movie that come to mind. One is that date, which according to the wiki article, was released on 2/18/00. I am thinking I was shot down over Libya or Chad on 2/14/00. There is also something about the date February 18th, but I am not sure what it means. The second element is about the plot element of the craft crashing in the desert and them trying to survive. There is also the element of the prisoner. And there is the title itself. It reminds me of what I wrote about when my red Ford was stuck in the mud and I had to walk in total darkness to find someone to tow it out. It was so dark that I only knew I was still on the road and not walking out into the trees was by the crunching sound of the gravel under my boots.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pitch_Black
11/4/2006 6:51 PM
I think these are two points that I have been writing about. One is where I got my pickup stuck that time and the other is where I shot that 9-point buck with my 35-caliber rifle. I can “remember” standing at that point several times. I am thinking that conceptually, with Michael standing further down that open area, it represents someone flying on my wing and the two of us dropping four bombs, where the forth bomb dropped the dome. It was a 9-point because there were 9 of us in F-16s. Since I was only a Midshipman though, that is why there is that clue I wrote about how one of the points on the deer’s antlers was small enough to question whether it was an 8-point or a 9-point. Ambrus Chauncey settled the debate by explaining that if a ring could hang from the point, then it could be counted as a point.
http://local.live.com/?v=2&sp=Point.pmqcf074cpjk_9-point%20maybe___~Point.pmqxqz74c787_67%20Ford%20stuck___
That one road is labeled as 66482 which reminds me of my theory that 1966 was my first class year at Princeton University and I also graduated USNA in April 1982.
I don’t know how old that overhead photo is, but I “remember” when I shot that 9-point that day, I was standing at a point where there was a separation in the trees. The separation was either from two different major types of trees, such as pine and oak, or one section was much younger than the other, as that was a logging area. The map does indicate such a distinction and it seems to be around the area I “remember” standing in. I thought I was closer to that dirt road to the right though as I seem to recall being able to see it from where I was standing.
01/09/07 9:08 AM
The time at the lake when some kids were trying to throw firecrackers in my red 1967 Ford pickup. There were too many mosquitoes in the tent so I was sleeping in my pickup. If that pickup represents an F-16 fighter jet, what does that "memory" completely represent? Anti-aircraft artillery? That is fascinating.
01/13/07 9:21 PM
The time I was out camping on the river with Michael and some people that worked for Denzil at the gravel pit. The starter on my red 1967 Ford pickup had failed; the Bendix spring needed replacement. I drove it for a while in that condition. Since it was a standard transmission, 3-speed shifter on the column, I could start it by getting it rolling and popping the clutch. This one particular day, I was unsure whether I should drive through a mud puddle in the road we were traveling down through the woods to the river camp site. Michael told me it was ok and when I went through it, it was a large hole and we more dived into it than drove through it. The battery in the engine compartment, as a result of the sudden stop, flew out of its stand and hit the fan, which almost chopped through the plastic case which would have caused all the fluid to leak out but it did not. The engine died as a result, and the "memory" I started this entry to write about was how I got the pickup started again. Another truck was going to pull me backwards and then I was going to pop the clutch to get mine started. That maneuver occurred but I slightly bumped his bumper as a result after I got mine started. Why do I remember that? What possible purpose could there be in having that "memory"?
August 20, 2006
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.
July 25, 2006
I was thinking this morning or last night about all that commotion in the Ironman community a few years ago about people racing under other people's name. That would seem to tie in with my theory about Tom Warren and Tom Watson. They are probably real people, but I think they know I was there. Not exactly clear on this, but it means something. I suspect that people were all talking about something along these lines and that produced the buzz about the "phantom" competitors.
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.
01/24/07 2:04 AM
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/hampshire/5197364.stm
The end of an era for naval legend
Sir Galahad was the first ship to sail into Umm Qasr during the Iraq war
Her name will always be associated with one of the darkest days in recent British military and naval history.
It was on the 8 June, 1982, that Sir Galahad and her sister ship RFA Sir Tristram came under attack in Bluff Cove at the height of the British operation to recover the islands from their Argentine invaders.
The captain of Sir Galahad, Phil Roberts, later gave his account of the day.
"It all happened very suddenly. The planes came out of nowhere and they bombed us and the ship was set on fire very rapidly," Capt Roberts said.
"We had to abandon ship fairly quickly. The scene was horrific."
02/06/07 7:35 AM
I woke up from a dream earlier that was Navy related. There were several images that I remembered from the dream that I cannot articulate though. But what I remember is that I was on ship, probably a CVN, and we were part of a group of Navy ships. We were out to sea but it seemed to be a small sea, or maybe a large bay off the ocean. Something about restricted maneuverability; part of the dream I can't articulate. The plot to the dream is that we were opposing an enemy force that was in the same area. It seems there was an enemy carrier there too. I somehow infiltrated the enemy carrier after leaving my carrier. At some point, I can remember trying to determine if two ships far off in the distance and approaching was the Perry-class FFG and Burke-class DDG part of our group. Then I might have been on one of our submarines that was trailing the enemy carrier but I can't actually visualize the submarine. What I can visualize is that I was underwater and I could clearly see 3 enemy submarines guarding the enemy carrier. It seems improbable the I could see such a configuration in real life though as I doubt that would be close enough, even if the water was clear enough, to see all of those ships together like that. I think I might have directed the Burke-class DDG to fire at the enemy submarines. I can't remember what happened after that but I do remember it was an important detail during the dream that the 3 enemy submarines had disappeared. Then I was on the enemy carrier. I planted two small but very powerful bombs and I actually stayed in the compartment where they exploded. I took cover behind something but that seems ridiculous considering that the explosions sunk the enemy carrier. I have some kind of image of a large ocean wave after the explosions. Then I dived out a screen window on the carrier, but the first one I tried going through was too narrow and I dived through the other one, knocking off the screen as I went out, which seems a quirky detail. Then I was falling feet first into the water that was a very long ways below. There were a lot of survivors from the carrier already in the water and I almost hit one as I entered the water. I started swimming and it seemed that it didn't take me very long until I could touch the bottom and I could walk up the shore. There were a lot of people around. It wasn't so much the kind of beach you would imagine, but it seemed to be the kind of crowd you would see at a beach, although I can't remember any people getting suntans. I remember talking to Thedia and her mother but it gets kind of fuzzy at that point. I want to say I was wearing the khaki uniform of a U.S. Navy officer and I had on an orange kapok lifejacket, although it seemed smaller than the kapok's I remember. I think Thedia asked me something about whether I had caused that enemy carrier to sink but I told her I couldn't talk about it. Then I might have activated a rescue beacon in the lifejacket and a USN Seahawk helo flew in and picked me up.
02/06/07 3:37 PM
Some time after I wrote about that dream this morning, I started thinking that what I was really dreaming about was when the troop carrier Sir Galahad was bombed. I started thinking later that I was standing on deck and watched two bombs drop from an Argentine jet and explode near me just before I dived behind a bulkhead or something. There is more to this than I can figure out how to articulate. I just can't put it into words because...I don't know. I guess that after the bombs exploded, I might have been knocked unconscious and by the time I came around, a lot of people had already jumped over board and then I jumped over board. The ship must have been near the shore so it didn't take me long to swim in. I wonder if there isn't something mixed into that dream with the events on the Sheffield and then the Roberts. The three submarines make me think about the Roberts. But, just as I was writing that, I thought, or was it 3rd Marines? Does such a unit even exist? But maybe that is why the submarines - it was actually the Marines, or whatever the British call them, I am not certain.
02/06/07 4:16 PM
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Marines
The Royal Marines (RM), are the Royal Navy's light infantry. They are also the United Kingdom's amphibious force and specialists in Arctic and Mountain Warfare.
01/24/07 10:09 PM
That's why I had those brown boots. I had a lighter pair that looked like a style of construction boots that were actually Nike boots. Then I had a really good pair of darker brown boots that I can remember wearing up until I lived at Redmond. I felt there was some kind of "buzz" around that, not unlike Lynn laughing at my "Buzz Off" bicycle seat, but I never could fully understand what it all meant.
Brown Shoe: An officer or CPO in the Naval Aviation community.
01/24/07 10:14 PM
This may be the source of the name of that character in "Forrest Gump." It reminds me of that scene where their officer asks if they are twins and Tom Hanks replies that they are no relation. I also found it humorous in an earlier scene with Tom Hanks lines about how it must be hard being brothers and that he wouldn't know.
Bubba: Affectionate term for someone who does what you do. In aviation, someone who flies the same type of aircraft as you (Ex. He's an H-53 bubba).
03/17/07 2:08 AM
God what a f---ed up dream. Makes me think of being tortured. They put you into a machine and you have to wriggle your way out, centimeter by centimeter and it is beyond claustrophobic and they look for your worst fears and every day they have a new day to exploit your worst fears and this g--damned doesn't even come close - not even g--damned close - to describing how bad it is.
03/17/07 2:12 AM
They don't torture you with primarily physical pain, such as beatings, etc. Physical torture is easy to resist. For a while at least. If you are good, you can resist it for a long time. Depends on how far they take it though. But the real bastards look to get in your head and really screw with you. And they have weeks and months and years to just screw with your head and screw with your head because they are lunatics and this doesn't come goddamned close to describing how bad it was.
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.
03/17/07 11:10 AM
There was just something else there that I could not explain. Maybe it is what people call deja vu.
03/17/07 1:13 PM
After I regained better consciousness, I responded over the radio by asking "Vector." My RIO was out so the carrier gave me tactical information about the incoming missiles plus a vector to the enemy fighters.
03/17/07 1:16 PM
I had a photo of my family on the instrument panel in the F-14 and it was that photo I first saw as I started to regain consciousness and that helped me to unsterstand what the voice from the carrier was saying over the radio.
03/17/07 1:39 PM
Is that connected to my "memories" of the hood flying up on my red 1967 Ford as I was flying down Hicks Road approaching that 90-degree turn? That happened twice but I can only visualize that one time near that turn. I can't "remember" where the other one occurred or which happened first.
There were also those times I wrote about with the wheels popping off my blue 1967 Chevrolet. That one time might represent catapault pulling off the front landing gear as I was launched off the carrier. It is also clever how I think my "memories" of where I parked near the house on Hicks Road represent launching from a carrier deck. One time I would pull straight up onto the road and I think that represents the forward catapault. Another time, I would pull up onto the road at an angle and I think that represents the waist catapault, which launches aircraft off to the side of the carrier.
03/17/07 3:58 PM
There was that one day in my senior year. Something about a group of us from my class was sitting in with the DJ at the Ashdown radio station. I "remember" Jimmi Anne Armstrong was there. She asked me something about whether I wanted to say something on the radio, as we were all reading something during breaks in the music. Can't "remember" what the point of it all was. Before I got there - and I can still visualize all this and where it was on the highway leading to the radio station; just past Ronnie Alexander's house I think - some kids in the woods hit my windshield with a water balloon. I stopped to get them but they ran off.
I have been trying to think of times when something hit my windshield. I felt as though I was about to "remember" something important and then I started thinking of this "memory."
03/17/07 4:04 PM
There was that time I was riding in the passenger seat as Thedia was driving and we had just crossed over the state line into Oklahoma. We had gone past where those beer joints are at the state line and we were right around that bridge going over a small river. I rolled down the window and tried to throw out a bottle of Coca-Cola that still had a lot of soda in it. But I threw it bottom first and as it went out the window, it drenched me with the soda in the bottle and left me and the car sticky from the soda. I wonder if that is really a "memory" about blood while flying in a fighter jet that was hit by enemy fire.
05/12/07 6:27 PM
Another one of those dreams I feel compelled to record but I am afraid I won't get all the details recorded.
In the first part, I was sitting in a room, seemed to be some kind of waiting room, as in it was a place I was waiting. Some other people, women perhaps, came in there and sat down. Then there seemed to be a bus driver and I realized I was on a bus but I didn't realize it was a bus until I walked out of the room that must have been in the front of the bus, judging by where I walked, and before I went into the area that was the regular area of the bus, I seemed to have heard the bus driver saying something about how those other people should have gotten off. Then I was in the regular area of the bus and there were a lot of people in the seats, some may have turned to look at me, and then I was looking at the front seat, which was empty and I was going to sit there. Then I was exploring a large mansion that seemed to be mine. I wish I could remember some scenes that occurred in that house before I started walking around. I might have been going somewhere specific but I'm not certain. There are some parts here that I want to remember but cannot. I vaguely remember going down some stairs but not sure. I do remember walking around outside in the yard and I sense there was a pool. I have some vague thoughts about swimming. I also have the vague sense of walls surrounding that location. It was nighttime. I remember opening some doors and I think there was something worrying about that but I cannot explain why and I also thing that part might be out of sequence. A couple women were approaching me on their way somewhere and I think they were asking me who I was or maybe I asked them first who they were. They said something about inspecting "greenery" but I couldn't get a straight answer from them as I followed them towards a gate they were trying to leave through. I wanted to know how often they came by to inspect whatever it was they were there for but I couldn't get a clear answer from them. Then they were gone and I was walking back towards the house and I think I could see my wife standing on one of the floors of the house. There seemed to be a lot of floors on the house and she was high up. Then a group of dogs was around me and I guess they were guard dogs. A doberman was very affectionate and was pressed tightly to me. There was something about how I had killed another dog. I think that affectionate doberman was my wife, in the sense of how I wrote about Randy Romine's Princess the other day. There was something about the other dogs but I can't remember those details now. But I remember that doberman wasn't going to let me get away or....something.
05/29/07 6:40 PM
This would have been the red 1967 Ford pickup I "remember" having as my first vehicle. I probably selected it because of a symbolic connection with F-100.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ford_F-Series
Fifth generation (1967–1972)
Another refresh came in 1967 along with a familiar name: the upscale Ranger trim line in addition to the base and Custom Cab trim levels. In 1968, the trucks received larger versions of Ford's FE engine family with the introduction of the 360 and 390 cubic inch engines. The 302 became an option in late '69. The top trim for 1970 was now named Ranger XLT with Ranger, Sport Custom and Custom rounding off the rest of the line. The fifth generation bodies were noted for durability and simplicity of design making them a favorite for restoration.
Some trucks came with an outer flush mounted bed side compartment/tool box on the passenger side only. It could not have one on the driver's side due to the fuel tank taking up the space behind the bed side panel.
The Explorer Special (a trim package), Camper Special (built heavier for a slide in camper), Contractor's Special, Farm and Ranch Special, and Heavy-Duty Special were offered.
The fifth-generation F-series was introduced in Brazil in 1971, which remained in production until 1991 with a slight redesign and changes in its motorizations.
The models are:
F-100: 1/2 ton (5,600 GVWR max)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pratt_%26_Whitney_F100
The F100 is an afterburning turbofan engine manufactured by Pratt & Whitney which powers the F-15 Eagle and F-16 Fighting Falcon.
05/29/07 6:45 PM
The red 1967 Ford was a short-bed model, which is probably because it represents a single-seat F-16 Fighting Falcon. The second vehicle I had was a blue with white cab 1967 Chevrolet pickup with a long-bed so that probably represents the F-14 Tomcat, which is a two-seater.
Re: Journal May 25, 2006, Supplemental
There was that Navy doctor telling me long ago that I have lousy reflexes and I remember thinking that he didn't know what he was talking about.
All of these are probably pointers to reality. Maybe they touch on the truth, but the truth is much different than exists in my memory.
On my DD-214, which obviously is fake, they transposed the numbers indicating how long I had attended Fleet Combat Training Center Dam Neck. It reads 91 weeks, but should be 19 weeks. 91 weeks is something like 22.7 months.
This struck my mind almost like a gentle slap: The similarities are to the movie Top Gun and Cast Away. My step-brother, Micheal, died the night of November 25, 1986. He had just dropped me off at our parents house and was driving back to his place. A few miles away, his ran off the road and his truck spun around so violently, it threw him across the cab and he hit his head on the passenger door. I blamed myself about that for a long time. That was right before I went to Dam Neck and it was a very gloomy time for me. I remember thinking that if I had been in the truck at the time, his head wouldn't have hit the door because he would have been thrown into me. I also have this memory which I used to think about a lot. We were going out to run around and for every day before that, I had been driving up to his place and he would usually drive from there. But this night, he told me to ride with him, which meant that he wouldn't have died if I had driven as usual that night because he wouldn't have even been on that road. I haven't had a dream about him in a long time, but they used to vary between him being awake in the dream with him sometimes being asleep. I was writing about more details about him a while back, but that is kind of cloudy now.
I crashed my '67 red Ford one day during an activity we called a fox hunt, which isn't very much like the British activity, or so I guess, I've never seen the British version. My passenger in the truck, whom I don't believe is a real person, was Donald Gene Chauncy, a family friend. I was a field judge in the exercise, working to get to the location where the dogs crossed a road so I could write down their numbers and score them on various attributes of the chase. I was driving too fast down a gravel road, the truck started fish-tailing, and I hit a stump that flipped the truck upside down. I can still remember seeing Donald Gene flopping around as the truck flipped. I had a box of shotgun shells on the dashboard although we didn't actually shot at the foxes. Then I'm trying to get out and there is gasoline pouring out next to me, I had an almost full tank having filled up not much earlier. I had a serious scrape on my arm that my step-father, D.D., poured alcohol over, and seemed surprised that I didn't cry in pain. So anyway, some time later, I sold that damaged pickup bought the '67 Chevrolet from one of the Chauncey's. One day, I was taking out the seat of the Chev. to clean the cab and my mother told me to remember what happened last time I took out the seat. Just before I crashed my red Ford, I had taken the seat out of it. I have this crazy notion in my head that this pickup's represent aircraft and the seat I took out of the Ford, was actually the ejection seat of a jet.
[lyrics from Coldplay I was thinking a lot about at the time]
And birds go flying at the speed of sound,
to show you how it all began.
Birds came flying from the underground,
if you could see it then you'd understand?
Re: Journal May 26, 2006
The fox hunt organizers and the adult field judges were complimentary about my performance because I really got out there and scored the dogs. Micheal laughed during my first fox hunt when I asked if we used a shotgun or a rifle to shoot the fox. I can remember early on after I started judging, when I was still traveling with an adult, I hauled ass across this open field to get the number of a dog out by itself. We hadn't seen much that day and I wanted to score something. The dog came over to lick my hand and I disqualified it. Another time, we were around a campfire one cold night and I was lying on my back on the cold ground and he told me I was going to get sick. We always wore coveralls when we were out there. I have kept a set of those coveralls in all the years since. I think even in my Jeep until I lost it last year, I had a set of those coveralls. I can almost remember feeling naked without them. At one event, the shocks failed on my blue truck and someone commented later he thought I was going to bounce off the road because the chassis was shaking so much from any pothole I hit. Another time something went wrong with the brakes and they were screeching incredibly loudly. I can think of a lot of things like that happening. The frustration of waiting for the gas station to open up, my step-father telling me about how he had almost run out of gas in his truck.
There was that dialog with Donald Gene after I wrecked my Ford. I said: You all right? He said: Yeah, you all right? Yeah, I said. Let's get the hell out of here! I think his door opened but I had to crawl through the window because mine wouldn't open and gas was pouring out next to me.
There was something about a time in my '67 Ford with the muffler. Someone, Micheal I think, told me I could make it backfire if I turned off the ignition at some point. Why that was cool, I don't know, I guess it was a 16-year-old thing. I did it a few times and the muffler exploded. As I was writing this earlier, I found myself thinking about how curious it was that I chose the word "explosion" to describe that event. Micheal told me when I got home that my truck sounded like a log truck coming down the road.
Denzil commented on what a good shot I made on that 9-point deer I killed, I think that was 10th grade, which would have been around 1982 in my memory. I had actually missed it three times before I gave up on using the scope. Since I had raised sights on my rifle, I just switched to iron sights and nailed it. It probably went no more than a body length before it dropped. My mother was bragging to another mother whose son had shot a deer with fewer points. As I thought more about this event, I remembered some other details that leave me confused about what this event represents. One of the hunters that was out with us that day told me he had been scared because I had been yelling, screaming was the word that came to mind later, so loudly. As I remember it, it seems unusal that I was behaving like that, although it makes sense when I consider what a trophy, a glorious trophy, that deer was. Later today I was remembering my History teacher commenting on the bruises on my neck that one day, and then I started thinking about a photo of that deer hanging from a tree, soon to be skinned, with me next to it. That was off Highway 108 if I'm not mistaken, in front of Ambrus Chauncey's house.
Some time soon after mom and Denzil got married, Denzil was teaching me to drive his gray Ford pickup, which was actually a company truck. I had some problems driving it, but my red Ford was much easier for me to operate. My mother commented on how well I operated the clutch, compared to problems I had in Denzil's truck. And thinking about it more reminds me of how much I did enjoy driving my Ford. I'm not sure if I touch on this later in my notes, but I think it is obvious that Ford's are representive of Fighter's. My second truck was a Chevrolet, but I think it still represents a fighter aircraft. I have this feeling it was an F-14 and my first one was an F-16. The -14 is dual-exhaust and the -16 is single-engine. When I first got my '67 Ford, I remember it staying in the shop for a frustrating long time because it had a pre-existing problem with the steering column and Denzil wouldn't let me drive it until it was fixed.
We always went to this truck stop diner in Ashdown called Macs before we went hunting. The place was a dive but the food was good.
Could Ashdown symbolize Academy? I was thinking earlier today about the way the name Amanda sounds kind of like Annapolis. There is also that history I discovered about the name Burgess and how the first Burgess in that line was a governor of Maryland and from what I remember established a place called Londontown, which I later read has something to do with Annapolis. That would be consistent with my memory of living on Wexford in Taylors.
I was thinking there is probably some symbolism to my memories of playing sports in school. I also get the impressive I must have excelled at varsity sports. My first year of school football was the 7th grade and I was a guard, left I think but not sure, and number 62. The next year, I was 72 and a tackle, on the same side as when a guard. The next year, we moved to Ashdown and I was on special teams as well as Tight End and then Defensive End, number 46. The next year I was on the baseball team. The next year was junior year I think but I didn't do anything. The senior year, I had to take PE and we had a mixture of basketball, tennis, and some others.
I remember one time, with my red Ford, driving to the junior prom. I had a problem with the shifting rods that I never got fixed. It was a 3-speed manual with the shifter on the column. Sometimes the shifting rod linkage under the hood got stuck and I couldn't shift gears. This one day, I was standing there in the middle of town at a busy intersection in my white tux with the hood up to get the linkage unstuck. It wasn't so much embarassing as just annoying.
Earlier this morning, I started remembering something from long, long ago. I had completely forget about this. For some reason, remembering this memory makes me think of two things. One thing it does is to remind me that I did have an iterest in flying as a kid. For some reason, if someone would have asked me if I had been interested in flying when I was younger, I would have responded that I never had an interest in flying. And the memory was about the Canadian Air Force. For some reason, I wanted to fly for the Royal Canadian Air Force. I have no idea what that means. There was this one jet I liked, but I can't remember which model it is. I have this memory too about the Saudi's flying it as their main fighter. Now I'm thinking it wasn't Canada, it was Saudi Arabia, as in I was associated with them somehow that I can't remember now. I also remembered that Sabre driver from Korea that was something like a hero to my when I was very young. They called him Mac I think, McDonnell or McConnell, would have to look it up. I think he was a triple-Ace from Korea.
I made some notes again about that one bad fight I remember from long ago. I have been trying to keep these thoughts in sequence I made the note, but this is kind of jumbled up as more and more details have been coming back to me today. The key part to note is the detail that came to me last, at about 2 pm today. The fight was a result of me getting shot down by a chick in a bar. It ended with me standing toe to toe with this one guy. I hit him square on the jaw and left him with a noticeable bruise and I knew he remembered it for a few days at least. But then he proceeded to beat the living crap out of me. I noticed in the mirror today that I still have some kind of scar, lumpy mass, whatever, under my right eye from that. I think that is from where I was kicked in the face after I was down on the ground. I remember now telling Liz, that chick that reminds me of Picards wife from that lost world, and she told me it was barely noticeable.
Later, I was remembering how my parking spot next to our house on Hicks Road could easily symbolize being lauched off a carrier. It was dangerous because I couldn't see if there was another car coming as I powered my way up and out onto the road and some of those other people really flew down that road. I pulled out at an angle to the road, although some times I went straight up and out, depending on the direction I was heading.
I wrote in my notes at this point, wondering what the code "winchester" meant in the Navy.
Donald Gene's father was named Ambrus Chauncey, or A.C. AC is the Navy rating designation for an Air Controlman, as I just looked up. That rating is also listed as Air Traffic Controller.
Before I got my red Ford and while we were living on Hicks Road, I got in trouble for driving my mother's Bonneville (also a 1978) too fast. That was a car that Randy Romine bought brand new for her when they were married. This car had some kind of alarm built into the dashboard. It you went above a certain speed, I believe it was over 80, the alarm would go off. I'm thinking I did that several times when driving my sister and Michael to church. In other words, I wanted to speed so they buzzer would go off. I suspect this is related to that catchphrase from Top Gun about the need for speed.
There is that song, by America?, about going through the desert on a horse with no name. That song features prominently in my memory from the time after I returned from the Persian Gulf, which was in 1988 according to my memory, but is probably some other time.
Today some station showed a clip from the first Terminator movie and it reminded me that Arnold S. in that movie resembles Mogge when he was younger.
That bad fight I remember occurred when we were away from our home port when I was on the Taylor. Oh yeah, I thought later that Taylor has a big number 50, or five-oh, on its hull. Anyway, I think this fight occurred in Fort Lauderdale. There had been some other fighting going on. Apparently a gang was luring sailors into fights and this one guy, I didn't know him well, but he was on my ship, had his face slashed with a knife after talking to a girl.
Could the U.S. Air plane crash I remember from Charlotte represent Micheal's crash? There are some common elements in my memory. One was the path of destruction, the trees that were knocked down or damaged. There was the sudden, heavy, violent thunderstorm that kicked up right before the crash. With the Charlotte crash, I wasn't that far away at a bar where, if I had been standing at the door way could have seen that plane coming in, and it also went right over my apartment at Whitehall. I could remember the precise time of the crash and what I was doing at the time.
All of this, All of this, it is my reality, I am absolutely convinced I was once, among other things, an aviator in the Navy. I just can't remember it. But I know these details I remember represents that time.
One day, I "launched" my '67 blue Chev. out onto Hicks Road. Earlier, I had been doing something with the front wheels and apparently, I forgot to tighten the lug nuts. I got about a half mile down the road and the front end started shaking violently. Just as I was about to cross over this small wooden bridge, I saw the left front wheel shot up and away down to the edge of the creek I was about to pass over. The truck dropped over to the left a little bit and I managed to keep it from running off the bridge where I stopped on the other side. I left a groove in the road from that incident.
That happened again sometime later on the way to school. Micheal had told me something looked wrong with the left wheel but I drove anyway. Shortly after that, I saw that familar sight of the wheel shooting up and away to the left as the front end slammed into the pavement. This time the spindle had broken off because it hadn't been greased. Mt future-brother-in-law went out into the field and got the wheel for me. Then a schoolbus came by. My buddy who was later an Air Force mechanic, gave me a ride to school in his midget car. Not sure what kind of car that was. Denzil was at home on vacation that day and he sent out a tow truck to get my truck.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Saturday, June 30, 2007
I just read this a few minutes ago after finding it on the internet and it sure sounds a lot like what I wrote about the front wheel popping off my blue 1967 Chevrolet in my artificial and symbolic memory. It also reminds me of something I wrote long ago about a visit I made to the USS Taylor FFG-50 in 1987 when the ship was in-port in Norfolk and I was attending school in Virginia Beach, having been previously assigned to the Taylor. Since those "memories" are all completely false and artificial, there must be a reason I "remember" them. In that "memory" of visiting the Taylor, one of my former coworkers was telling me about how a target drone missile had crashed into the superstructure of the ship and someone had to go up there with a fire extinquisher and put out the fire. When I wrote about how the wheel of my truck popped off just before I crossed over a wooden bridge, I believe that bridge is symbolic of the forward edge of the flight deck. I don't know if this description below was me, as this type of accident may be relatively common, if you understand the nature of a catapult launch from an aircraft carrier. That text also reminds me very clearly of a time at night when Micheal was in a tree in the yard and I was trying to find him. It was kind of game of hide-and-seek using walkie-talkies. It took him a while to figure out that I was turning off my walkie-talkie as he would speak and then I would hear where his voice was coming from.
http://www.ejectionsite.com/estories.htm
Broken Launch Bar Linkage
The USS Forrestal (CV-59) was on its last operational cruise in the Med in 1990. We were conducting night flight ops off the coast of Turkey in support of Operation Provide Comfort. I had just shutdown my aircraft and was walking across the flight deck when the sound of snapping metal amidst a Tomcat launch off the port waist cat caught my attention. I turned to see the F-14 sliding sideways towards the edge of the flight deck. Apparently a component of the launch bar had snapped midway through the catapult stroke sequence, giving the Tomcat only a gentle push (approx. 20-30 knots) instead of the huge kick in the butt required to get the aircraft up to flying speed. The pilot had immediately realized something was wrong, and in a split second reacted to attempt to hit the brakes and stop prior to falling off the edge into the ocean 80 feet below. As they approached the edge, a tire blew sending the F-14 sliding sideways, and the pilot judged they wouldn't stop in time and initiated ejection. As the pilot and RIO rode the seat rails up into the night, one of the F-14s main landing gear jumped the deck edge rail but miraculously stuck just over the edge, and the aircraft remained perched precariously partially over the deck edge. The RIO was soon sighted landing further aft on the flight deck, and although he received some bumps, bruises and scrapes from his ejection and rough landing on the flight deck, he was was happy to walk away from it with a good story to tell that night over midrats. Meanwhile, a full scale search was underway for the pilot. The airborne SAR helicopter had witnessed the ejection and was on the scene so rapidly that the image of the RIO floating down in his parachute canopy nearly filled their windscreen as they whipped across the fantail. They quickly set up for an approach to the datum, and commenced a hover search. Flight operations were suspended and all airborne aircraft were given instructions to hold overhead (or expeditiously recovered if low on fuel). Fifteen minutes later there was still no sign of the pilot. As the search proceeded with additional helicopters and ships in the area, the flight deck began to quiet down. An alert deck hand thought he heard a faint cry for help, but didn't see anything over the deck edge. The sound of yelling for help persisted, and suddenly the deck hand looked up, and with the aid of his flashlight, was able to make out the shape of the pilot hanging from his parachute 100 feet above him in the radio antennaes and masts at the top of the carrier's superstructure. Although the recovery of the pilot took an additional half hour, he was recovered uninjured.
http://www.dodmedia.osd.mil/Assets/Still/1987/Navy/DN-SC-87-06289.JPEG
ID: DN-SC-87-06289
Service Depicted: Navy
An MD-3A tow tractor is used to tow an F-14A Tomcat aircraft to the catapult track on the flight deck of the nuclear-powered aircraft carrier USS DWIGHT D. EISENHOWER (CVN 69).
Date Shot: 1 Mar 1983
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Sunday, July 01, 2007
Ah.... a cookbook. If that was me that was stuck in the aircraft carrier's superstructure after ejecting from a failed launch of my F-14 Tomcat, I created an artificial and symbolic memory of me sitting underneath the ships radar while reading a book. I almost got cooked by that radar so I symbolized that with me sitting under it reading a book to create a reference to a cookbook. I have other vague memories, artificial or real, I'm not certain, that support this notion.
My thoughts suggest that after I was injured while saving the space shuttle from crashing on landing on 4/14/1981 and was in a wheelchair for a while, I told people it was from a waterskiing accident. I also think a lot about a guy that was in the VA hospital with me that was in a wheelchair. I think it is all connected.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: July 17, 2006
This may explain some thoughts I have been having about the F-16 that I cannot yet fully explain. I thought of it when I saw a certain type of boat on tv the other day. I also remembered something I wrote last year about feeling as though I was trying to drive a boat that was still on the trailer. I think that was from a dream where John Connor jumped out of the boat and was running away. Anyway, something about the F-16 associates in my mind with sitting on the front end, the pointed end, of a boat, such as a large Bayliner on a lake, and trying to steer it from there.
http://www.reagan.utexas.edu/archives/speeches/1981/60481d.htm
Proclamation 4847 -- National Safe Boating Week, 1981
June 4, 1981
Those involved in recreational boating should always remember that the primary responsibility for safety rests with the individual. And while a cruise can be a wonderful experience for one person or an entire family, it can also result in tragedy.
Aware of the need for boating safety, the Congress enacted the joint resolution of June 4, 1958 (36 U.S.C. 161) as amended, requesting that the President proclaim a National Safe Boating Week.
Now, Therefore, I, Ronald Reagan, President of the United States of America, do hereby designate the week beginning on June 7, 1981 as National Safe Boating Week.
I noted earlier that scene from the 1982 "Fast Times At Ridgemont High" where one of them supposedly resembled Richard Gere. On the same day Phoebe's movie premiered nation-wide, Richard Gere portrayed a U.S. Navy aviation candidate in "An Officer And A Gentleman." That character in Phoebe's movie who supposedly resembled Richard Gere more resembled me, from my artificial and symbolic memory of 1982. I didn't start parting my hair on the side until 1987 and I can specifically "remember" Diane Broch making a comment about that when I was picking her up at that airport when she came to visit me, which seems an odd detail to "remember" so clearly. The character they said resembled Richard Gere ordered a meatball sandwich in "Fast Times At Ridgemont High" and I believe that was another clue to associate Phoebe with my career in the U.S. Navy as an aircraft carrier pilot. There is also that scene of her sitting on the diving board, which I described, along with the others that have symbolic connections with an aircraft carrier aviator of the U.S. Navy, which I was. I have also been thinking about how Phoebe was sitting on her hands on the diving board and I believe that is symbolic of me putting my hands under my legs as I was about to launch from the aircraft carrier so I wouldn't bump the throttles or stick. There is also an element of that scene where the floating pool chair is turned upside down and that is similar to the so-called "dilbert dunker" which was featured in "An Officer And A Gentleman."
http://everything2.com/index.pl?node=How%20to%20land%20a%20jet%20plane%20on%20an%20aircraft%20carrier
In some ways aircraft carrier landings are a zen experience. For the fifteen to twenty seconds you are on final approach, there are only three things in the entire universe you care about: Meatball, lineup, and angle-of-attack. Everything else fades into irrelevance. It's a very simple existence.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aircraft_Carrier
Landing system
Another British invention was the glide-slope indicator (also known as a "meatball"). This was a gyroscopically-controlled lamp (which used a Fresnel lens) on the port side of the deck which could be seen by the aviator who was about to land, indicating to him whether he was too high or too low in relation to the desired glidepath. It also took into account the effect of the waves on the flight deck. The device became a necessity as the landing speed of aircraft increased.
http://www2b.abc.net.au/science/k2/stn/archives/archive52/newposts/385/topic385636.shtm
From: bob(from black rock) ® 18/03/2003 12:33:35
Subject: Some aviation questions post id: 385636
On last nights 4 corners I noticed the following:
1, an F/A 18 doing a catapult carrier take off with what appeared only one engine at full afterburner, the other at partial a/burner, is this done if the T/O weight is low?2, on the other cat, another F/A 18 launched with the pilot holding his right arm fully extended in front of him, at or above shoulder height, this was maintained until the A/C was airbourne".Why is it so?" (J.S-M)
Subject: re: Some aviation questions post id: 386138
The 'extended arm' is quite normal for jet cariier take-offs.
The purpose is two fold.
Firstly, it is to stop the pilot accidently retarding the throttle when the aircraft accelerates down the catapult.
Secondly, the pilots tend to keep their hands off the flight controls for the same reason. As soon as the aircraft has cleared the deck, the aircraft automatically commences a gentle climb and bank. This is when the pilot will once again take hold of the flight controls.
http://www.flyingmag.com/article.asp?section_id=13&article_id=811&print_page=y
With the jet at full power, just shy of the afterburners, and a quick triple-checking glance, I look left at the catapult officer and give him a salute. Not really for him, he can’t even see me, it’s too dark. More so for my own familiarity. With my pinky finger on the throttles I click forward the exterior light master switch, and the deck comes alive with the light of the form lights, red and green nav lights, and strobes. This is the official salute that I’m ready.
Left palm open and pressed against the throttles (so I don’t inadvertently pull them back from the force of the cat shot), right hand up on the canopy grip, and I press my head back against the seat looking forward down the cat. The only light in front of me is the green cat status light. I’m about to be shot into a black rainy sky, why? With that thought the jet squats again and then it comes. WHAM! I slam the throttle to full afterburner and stare at the airspeed to make sure I see three digits by the end of the cat stroke. Over the span of the next 310 feet and roughly two seconds, myself and my jet have accelerated to over 175 knots. At least that was the last speed I saw prior to the jolt of coming off the front of the ship. It almost hurts. As the jet rotates itself to a nice climb attitude I grab the stick, raise the gear and pull the throttles out of blower. You know what? It’s freakin’ dark out here.
I make my airborne call and get switched over to marshal. Kind of like approach control for the ship. I also realize that I’m in the weather, and it’s dark. This sucks. I check in and my marshal instructions are immediately force-fed to me.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20690847/
Updated: 8:49 a.m. PT Sept 10, 2007
Apollo moonwalker Buzz Aldrin said a former astronaut charged with attempted kidnapping should be "admired" for allegedly avoiding stops when she traveled cross-country to confront a romantic rival
'1970: 7 & 11'
From 3/29/1965 (Bill Oefelein) to 7/16/1970 is: 1935 days
From 7/16/1970 to 11/2/1975 is: 1935 days
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Oefelein
William Anthony "Bill" Oefelein (born March 29, 1965) is an American Naval officer and former NASA astronaut. He flew as pilot of the STS-116 space shuttle mission.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111438/quotes
Memorable quotes for
Timecop (1994)
[after stopping a crook without violence]
Max Walker: He must have read my mind.
Melissa Walker: The way you speak English, he'd have to.
http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/030415-N-3953L-039.jpg
030415-N-3953L-039 CORONADO, Calif. (April 15, 2003) - During a Hell Week surf drill evolution, a Navy SEAL instructor assists students from Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL (BUD/S) class 245 with learning the importance of listening. The intense physical and mental conditioning it takes to become a SEAL begins at BUD/S training. During this six-month mind and body obstacle course, recruits are pushed to their physical and mental limits. Further development of the core values, Honor, Courage, Commitment and Integrity, is an essential component of SEAL training and one that is weaved throughout a SEAL’s career. First phase is the basic conditioning phase and is eight weeks in length. Physical training involves running, swimming, and calisthenics, all of which become increasingly difficult as the weeks progress. The fourth week of training, “Hell Week,” is five-and-a-half days of continuous training with very little sleep. This week is designed to push students to their maximum capability both physically and mentally. The remaining weeks are spent in hydrographic reconnaissance and basic maritime training. U.S. Navy photo by Photographer's Mate 2nd Class Eric S. Logsdon (RELEASED)
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/fractions
fractions
Mathematics An expression that indicates the quotient of two quantities, such as 1/3 .
A number that compares part of an object or a set with the whole, especially the quotient of two whole numbers written in the form a/b . The fraction 1/2 , which means 1 divided by 2, can represent such things as 10 pencils out of a box of 20, or 50 cents out of a dollar. See also decimal fraction, improper fraction, proper fraction.
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/frogman
frogman
a swimmer specially equipped with air tanks, wet suit, diving mask, etc., for underwater demolition, salvage, military operations, scientific exploration, etc.
A swimmer provided with breathing apparatus and other equipment to execute underwater maneuvers, especially military maneuvers.
an underwater swimmer who uses breathing apparatus and flippers
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/SEAL
SEAL
a member of a Naval Special Warfare unit who is trained for unconventional warfare; "SEAL is an acronym for Sea Air and Land"
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/houseboat
to travel or live on a houseboat.
[Origin: 1780–90; house + boat]
http://www.navysite.de/dd/ddg67.htm
USS Cole (DDG 67)
USS COLE is the 17th ARLEIGH BURKE class guided missile destroyer and the eighth ship of that class built by Ingalls.
Crew: 23 Officers, 24 Chief Petty Officers and 291 Enlisted
http://www.snpp.com/episodes/CABF22
The Parent Rap
Original Airdate on FOX: 11-Nov-01
% Homer and Marge try to retreat from the houseboat, but a seal blocks
% their path. It barks, alerting judge Harm to the Simpsons'
% presence. She steps onto the dock and starts to look for the
% intruders. As she closes in on Homer and Marge, Homer tries to
% throw a cinderblock at her. Fortunately for Judge Harm, he misses
% her. Unfortunately, the block hits her boat instead, quickly
% sinking it.
%
% The next morning, Judge Harm studies the newspaper coverage of the
% sinking, which mentions that one of Harm's quilts was ruined.
Harm: Agh! That quilt was made by my grandmother.
Homer: So ... it cost you nothing.
Harm: Shut up. You two are not only horrible parents, you're violent criminals, and I'm going to lock you up 'till frogs do fractions.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Kids_on_the_Blecch
Orig. airdate February 25, 2001
Chalkboard "I will not buy a presidential pardon"
Couch gag The family tunnels to the couch dressed in prison garb.
New Kids on the Blecch is an episode from the twelfth season of The Simpsons. It features the members of the pop music group 'N Sync.
By paralleling Rosie Ruiz's cheating in the 1980 Boston Marathon, Bart cheats in the Springfield's equivalent. When Bart's dishonesty is quickly discovered, he finds himself in hot water with fellow competitors and spectators, so he accepts a stranger's offer to help him escape. The stranger reveals that his identity is L.T. Smash. L.T. offers Bart a career as a member of a boy band known as "The Party Posse". Bart accepts, and becomes Party Posse's 4th member, joining Nelson Muntz, Ralph Wiggum and Milhouse Van Houten. The Party Posse quickly ascend to stardom, albeit using complex voice enhancers built by NASA. No one is aware of the voice enhancer's use, and as such Party Posse's success depends on the voice enhancer.
The band releases a single titled "Drop da Bomb!", which contains the suspicious lyric "YVAN EHT NIOJ". Lisa's growing suspicion around The Party Posse eventually results in her discovering the line is a subliminal recruiting message to join the Navy, as Yvan Eht Nioj is Join the Navy written backwards. Lisa also discovers that L.T. Smash is, in reality, Lieutenant Smash ("LT" being the abbreviation for the Navy rank of Lieutenant). He says he is working to recruit people for the United States Navy.
Lisa points out her discoveries to Homer and Marge, but they dismiss her accusations as jealousy to Bart. The events come to a head when The Party Posse perform at a concert on an aircraft carrier, which only increases Lisa's suspicion towards the band. During the first song (which also contains subliminal messages), L.T. learns from his superior officer that MAD Magazine's next issue will lampoon The Party Posse, calling them The Potty Posse and thus the band will not have any recruiting power. L.T.'s superior officer terminates "Project Boy Band" by shutting off the band's voice enhancer, exposing the group's mediocre voices. L.T. becomes increasingly aggravated about his Superior Officers' actions, and threatens to send the carrier out to sea. When L.T.'s completes his threat, a terrified audience evacuate the carrier. The only people left on the ship are The Party Posse and Homer (Homer was unfortunately in the toilet at the time). L.T. sends the ship to New York City in an attempt to destroy the MAD skyscraper. Despite 'N Sync's attempt to stop L.T., he destroys the MAD building with the ship's missiles, but L.T.'s actions appear to only reinvigorate the MAD workers. After L.T.'s criminal actions, he is arrested and the potential of the fraudulent Party Posse remains unfulfilled.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Wednesday, April 18, 2007
The attack on USS Samuel B. Roberts FFG-31 resulted in Operation Praying Mantis. In my symbolic and artificial memories, I served onboard the USS Wainwright CG-28. In my role on the Wainwright, I was a computer technician for the guided-missile fire control computer systems on that ship. One of my secondary responsibilities on that ship in my artificial memories is that I was the Captain’s phone-talker on the bridge during Special Sea and Anchor Detail. I believe in reality, I was a U.S. Navy Lieutenant in charge of a U.S. Navy SEAL platoon that was embarked on Wainwright for Operation Praying Mantis. The news reports that I read indicate that the Iranian missile-boat Joshan raced in, on what was surely a suicide mission, to within 10 miles of the Wainwright to fire a Harpoon anti-ship missile at the Wainwright. I am certain that was another attempt to hit a ship specifically because I was on that ship.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Praying_Mantis
Operation Praying Mantis was the April 18, 1988 action waged by U.S. naval forces in retaliation for the Iranian mining of the Persian Gulf and the subsequent damage to an American warship.
On April 14, the guided missile frigate USS Samuel B. Roberts struck a mine while sailing in the Persian Gulf as part of Operation Earnest Will, the 1987-88 convoy missions in which U.S. warships escorted reflagged Kuwaiti oil tankers to protect them from Iranian attacks. The explosion put a 25-foot hole in the Roberts' hull and nearly sank it. But the crew saved their ship with no loss of life, and Roberts was towed to Dubai on April 16.
After the mining, U.S. Navy divers recovered other mines in the area. When the serial numbers were found to match those of mines seized along with the Iran Ajr the previous September, U.S. military officials planned a retaliatory operation against Iranian targets in the Gulf.
The battle, the largest for American surface forces since World War II,[1] sank two Iranian warships and as many as six armed speedboats. It also marked the first surface-to-surface missile engagement in U.S. Navy history.
The attack by the U.S. helped pressure Iran to agree to a ceasefire with Iraq later that summer, ending the eight-year conflict between the Persian Gulf neighbors.
Surface Action Group Charlie
USS Wainwright (DLG/CG-28) - guided missile cruiser
USS Bagley (FF-1069) - frigate
USS Simpson (FFG-56) - guided missile frigate
SEAL platoon
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Thursday, May 10, 2007
http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070420-N-2959L-071.jpg
070420-N-2959L-071 CORONADO, Calif. (April 20, 2007) - Assistant Navigator Lt. Joseph Levy looks out the bridge windows of USS Ronald Reagan (CVN 76) while his watch team works to ensure a safe pull in to homeport. Ronald Reagan Strike Group returned to homeport following a surge deployment in support of operations in the western Pacific. During the three-month deployment, the Navy's newest aircraft carrier took part in naval exercises with the Republic of Korea and Japan Maritime Self Defense Force. Sailors also enjoyed port visits in Sasebo, Japan; Hong Kong; Buson, Republic of Korea; and Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Dominique M. Lasco (RELEASED)
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