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090728-N-4649C-003 SEATTLE (July 28, 2009) The Arleigh Burke-class destroyer USS Momsen (DDG 92) arrives in Seattle for the city's 60th Seafair celebration. Sailors will have the opportunity to experience the sights of downtown Seattle, while the public will have the chance to tour the ship and meet Sailors. Momsen is homeported in Everett, Wash. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Chantel M. Clayton/Released)
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>>>>>JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Friday, September 07, 2007
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Act 4. Scene VI
SCENE VI. Fields near Dover.
Enter GLOUCESTER, and EDGAR dressed like a peasant
GLOUCESTER
When shall we come to the top of that same hill?
EDGAR
You do climb up it now: look, how we labour.
GLOUCESTER
Methinks the ground is even.
EDGAR
Horrible steep.
Hark, do you hear the sea?
GLOUCESTER
No, truly.
EDGAR
Why, then, your other senses grow imperfect
By your eyes' anguish.
GLOUCESTER
So may it be, indeed:
Methinks thy voice is alter'd; and thou speak'st
In better phrase and matter than thou didst.
EDGAR
You're much deceived: in nothing am I changed
But in my garments.
GLOUCESTER
Methinks you're better spoken.
I sat in this location for hours and the map is a good illustration of why I was there. I had been expecting the Navy to meet with me at that location and I assume that is why the Momsen was there on my birthday but I wondered if they were only there to remind me that I wasn't forgotten while I continue my assignment or they were there because they were being obstructed by hostile forces from transporting me back to base.
Assuming this link will still work, as it recently stopped working, the illustration points out where I spent many hours sitting. If you trace back to the 3 unmistakable landmarks that are the antennas on one of the Seattle hills, then it is perfectly aligned with streets 3rd and Thomas. Those 3 towers are more distinctive to the Seattle skyline than is the Space Needle. I was also sitting there all that time in plain sight of the Seattle P-I news building.
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The Final Countdown
:22:27
Is this the last known position
of our destroyers before the storm?
:22:30
- Yes, sir, Captain.
- Skipper.
:22:32
Dan, go down and check out
the Threat Board.
:22:36
- Keep me posted.
- Right.
:22:40
- Get [ CAG ] up here.
- Yes, sir.
:22:42
I want to talk
to CINPAC Fleet.
:22:44
Captain, we're down across the board.
Antennas check out, but we're off the air.
:22:48
- Any word from our destroyers?
- We aren't getting anything
:22:50
except some code transmissions
in the 200-meter band.
:22:53
Otherwise, we're dead
as a doornail.
:22:55
- Ops, what's our radar picture?
- Radar shows us clear, sir.
:22:58
Clear? Can't you see
that Russian trawler?
:23:01
I have the signal officer
on deck, but no visual sighting, sir.
:23:03
Keep me advised.
Navigator, what's our posi?
:23:06
270, Captain.
280 miles west of Pearl Harbor.
:23:10
Oh, Dick. Launch a Hawkeye
to check ship's communications
:23:14
a Crusader to make a photo run over
Pearl and put two Tomcats on ready alert.
:23:18
- Aye, aye, sir.
- Captain! Captain!
:23:21
Hey, what happened?
:23:23
Frankly, I don't know.
:23:26
Lieutenant, have the heads
of all departments
:23:30
meet me at C.V.I.C.
immediately after the launch.
:23:31
Aye, aye, sir.
:23:32
- Mr. Lasky, I want you to stay with me.
- Captain's off the Bridge.
:23:36
It's a code.
:23:39
Can you break it,
Chief?
:23:41
- I think someone's putting us on.
- Why?
:23:44
Because I learned this code
at Great Lakes. It's ancient.
:23:48
Thanks, Chief.
:23:51
Stand clear at 012.
Hawkeye rotating.
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USS DONALD COOK (DDG 75)
GUIDED MISSILE DESTROYER
Class: DDG 51
Commission Date: 12/04/1998
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VIETNAM WAR MEDAL OF HONOR RECIPIENTS
*COOK, DONALD GILBERT
Rank and organization: Colonel, United States Marine Corps, Prisoner of War by the Viet Cong in the Republic of Vietnam. Place and date: Vietnam, 31 December 1964 to 8 December, 1967. Entered Service at: Brooklyn, New York. Date and place of birth: 9 August 1934, Brooklyn New York. Citation: For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty while interned as a Prisoner of War by the Viet Cong in the Republic of Vietnam during the period 31 December 1964 to 8 December 1967. Despite the fact that by so doing he would bring about harsher treatment for himself, Colonel (then Captain) Cook established himself as the senior prisoner, even though in actuality he was not. Repeatedly assuming more than his share of their health, Colonel Cook willingly and unselfishly put the interests of his comrades before that of his own well-being and, eventually, his life. Giving more needy men his medicine and drug allowance while constantly nursing them, he risked infection from contagious diseases while in a rapidly deteriorating state of health. This unselfish and exemplary conduct, coupled with his refusal to stray even the slightest from the Code of Conduct, earned him the deepest respect from not only his fellow prisoners, but his captors as well. Rather than negotiate for his own release or better treatment, he steadfastly frustrated attempts by the Viet Cong to break his indomitable spirit. and passed this same resolve on to the men whose well-being he so closely associated himself. Knowing his refusals would prevent his release prior to the end of the war, and also knowing his chances for prolonged survival would be small in the event of continued refusal, he chose nevertheless to adhere to a Code of Conduct far above that which could be expected. His personal valor and exceptional spirit of loyalty in the face of almost certain death reflected the highest credit upon Colonel Cook, the Marine Corps, and the United States Naval Service.
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Remarks at a Memorial Day Ceremony at Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia
May 26th, 1986
Today is the day we put aside to remember fallen heroes and to pray that no heroes will ever have to die for us again. It's a day of thanks for the valor of others, a day to remember the splendor of America and those of her children who rest in this cemetery and others. It's a day to be with the family and remember.
I was thinking this morning that across the country children and their parents will be going to the town parade and the young ones will sit on the sidewalks and wave their flags as the band goes by. Later, maybe, they'll have a cookout or a day at the beach. And that's good, because today is a day to be with the family and to remember.
Arlington, this place of so many memories, is a fitting place for some remembering. So many wonderful men and women rest here, men and women who led colorful, vivid, and passionate lives. There are the greats of the military: Bull Halsey and the Admirals Leahy, father and son; Black Jack Pershing; and the GI's general, Omar Bradley. Great men all, military men. But there are others here known for other things.
Here in Arlington rests a sharecropper's son who became a hero to a lonely people. Joe Louis came from nowhere, but he knew how to fight. And he galvanized a nation in the days after Pearl Harbor when he put on the uniform of his country and said, "I know we'll win because we're on God's side." Audie Murphy is here, Audie Murphy of the wild, wild courage. For what else would you call it when a man bounds to the top of a disabled tank, stops an enemy advance, saves lives, and rallies his men, and all of it single-handedly. When he radioed for artillery support and was asked how close the enemy was to his position, he said, "Wait a minute and I'll let you speak to them." [Laughter]
Michael Smith is here, and Dick Scobee, both of the space shuttle Challenger. Their courage wasn't wild, but thoughtful, the mature and measured courage of career professionals who took prudent risks for great reward—in their case, to advance the sum total of knowledge in the world. They're only the latest to rest here; they join other great explorers with names like Grissom and Chaffee.
Oliver Wendell Holmes is here, the great jurist and fighter for the right. A poet searching for an image of true majesty could not rest until he seized on "Holmes dissenting in a sordid age." Young Holmes served in the Civil War. He might have been thinking of the crosses and stars of Arlington when he wrote: "At the grave of a hero we end, not with sorrow at the inevitable loss, but with the contagion of his courage; and with a kind of desperate joy we go back to the fight."
All of these men were different, but they shared this in common: They loved America very much. There was nothing they wouldn't do for her. And they loved with the sureness of the young. It's hard not to think of the young in a place like this, for it's the young who do the fighting and dying when a peace fails and a war begins. Not far from here is the statue of the three servicemen—the three fighting boys of Vietnam. It, too, has majesty and more. Perhaps you've seen it—three rough boys walking together, looking ahead with a steady gaze. There's something wounded about them, a kind of resigned toughness. But there's an unexpected tenderness, too. At first you don't really notice, but then you see it. The three are touching each other, as if they're supporting each other, helping each other on.
I know that many veterans of Vietnam will gather today, some of them perhaps by the wall. And they're still helping each other on. They were quite a group, the boys of Vietnam—boys who fought a terrible and vicious war without enough support from home, boys who were dodging bullets while we debated the efficacy of the battle. It was often our poor who fought in that war; it was the unpampered boys of the working class who picked up the rifles and went on the march.
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Independence Day
:29:38
- What's your point?
:29:41
My point is, if we can't beat their defences,
then we gotta get around them.
:29:46
Major. One more time... Any time.
:30:00
- How did you do that?
- I gave it a cold.
:30:05
I gave it a virus. A computer virus.
:30:09
Are you telling us you can send out a signal
that will disable all their shields?
:30:13
Just like they used our satellites against us,
we can use their own signal against them.
:30:19
If we plant a virus into that mother ship,
:30:22
it's gonna filter down
into all the corresponding ships below.
:30:26
I'm sorry. I don't understand. How exactly
do we infect the mother ship with this virus?
:30:33
We're... We're gonna
:30:36
have to... fly their alien craft
out of our atmosphere and dock with it.
:30:41
We can enter here,
as shown in these satellite photos.
:30:44
We then upload the virus, set off
some kind of explosion which'll disable it.
>>>>>JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 10/12/2006 3:35 PM
That is quite humorous, really more humorous than I can articulate, if it represents me landing on Saturn’s moon, Phoebe. I have these moments where I want to scream because there is something locked in my mind that I can’t articulate. I was thinking something similar about the ‘darkness’ surrounding my spacecraft as I was billion miles away. There is truly a “great lakes” of emotion stored in my mind associated with so much that is forgotten. I feel this great humor in my mind about that comment from Phoebe, I feel that if I remember, I will laugh and laugh and laugh, for days on end probably.
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The Final Countdown
:45:15
Captain, the admirals
have departed.
:45:17
Thank you.
:45:22
You seem to have a 40-year-old dog
on your hands.
:45:24
Yeah, you could say that.
:45:27
- Good luck, Mr. Lasky.
- Thank you, Mr. Thurman. Good-bye.
:45:33
You know, in a way, Captain,
I think we're lucky.
:45:35
How's that?
:45:37
At least we came back
to the same world we left.
:45:40
Most of us have.
:45:43
Did Commander Owens
have any family?
