For those fellows I remember, those weaklings who were too weak to be anything other than drug, substance abusers, then the modest improvement from THERE to HERE might seem to be a good accomplishment.
For me personally, there is nothing further from the truth.
The people who can possibly understand that are too self-absorbed to ever give any of this a second thought.
The weaklings with their life-long unambitioness need to hustle people out of their money, just for being forced, by their own lack of ambition, to work indifferently a dead-end job that requires skills that a monkey can be easily taught to do better, they will never get it.
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=16668
The American Presidency Project
George Bush
XLI President of the United States: 1989 - 1993
Remarks to the South Carolina State Legislature in Columbia
February 15, 1989
Thank you, members of the legislature, for that really friendly South Carolina welcome. And thank you, particularly, Governor Campbell, my friend; Lieutenant Governor; Mr. Speaker; Members of the Congress that are with us here today, Senator Thurmond, Floyd Spence -- and maybe I'm missing some. If so, I apologize. And ladies and gentlemen, thank all of you. It's a great honor to be addressing this joint session of the general assembly, and I really mean that. This is a chamber rich in history and tradition, and I'm grateful for the privilege of joining you in the hall today.
There's something wonderful about how the United States comes together. And driving in on that great big, long car and having the school kids and others out there really demonstrating their respect for the institution of the Presidency is something that was special to me. And I think of it as something that South Carolinians understand very, very well, indeed. I was just saying this to the Lieutenant Governor.
One very concrete way that I plan to express my appreciation is by not going on too long. [Laughter] If I exceed my limit and we start to press up against lunchtime, I expect that the spirit of the late Speaker Blatt will rise up, and in this chamber will echo with the words: "It's cornbread and buttermilk time."
From 1/17/1991 ( the date of record of my United States Navy Medal of Honor as Kerry Wayne Burgess chief warrant officer United States Marine Corps circa 1991 officially the United States Apache attack helicopter pilot ) To 5/2/2014 ( for me personally as Kerry Burgess - Homestead Day 217 - The Homestead Apartments Phase 2 Day 1 - Spokane Valley, Washington State, United States ) is 8506 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 2/15/1989 ( George Bush - Remarks to the South Carolina State Legislature in Columbia ) is 8506 days
From 3/16/1991 ( my first successful major test of my ultraspace matter transportation device as Kerry Wayne Burgess the successful Ph.D. graduate ) To 5/2/2014 is 8448 days
8448 = 4224 + 4224
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 5/27/1977 ( the DisneyLand Tomorrowland and Space Mountain opens ) is 4224 days
From 11/30/1966 ( premiere US TV series episode "Green Acres"::A Home Isn't Built in a Day" ) To 5/2/2014 is 17320 days
17320 = 8660 + 8660
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 7/19/1989 ( the United Airlines Flight 232 crash in Sioux City Iowa and the end of Kerry Burgess the natural human being cloned from another human being ) is 8660 days
From 4/6/1990 ( premiere US film "I Love You to Death" ) To 5/2/2014 is 8792 days
8792 = 4396 + 4396
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 11/15/1977 ( premiere US film "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" ) is 4396 days
Other posts by me on this topic includes: http://hvom.blogspot.com/2014/10/we-just-dont-recognize-lifes-most.html
https://hvom.blogspot.com/2018/11/turkeygate-as-they-say-on-tv.html
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http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/professor
Dictionary.com
professor
a teacher of the highest academic rank in a college or university, who has been awarded the title Professor in a particular branch of learning; a full professor
the principal lecturer or teacher in a field of learning at a university or college; a holder of a university chair
The Twelve: A Novel (Book Two of the Passage Trilogy)
Justin Cronin
Page 236 of 593 (Amazon Kindle Version)
Chapter 26
Major Lucius Greer, late of the Second Expeditionary, now known only as prisoner no. 62 of the Federal Stockade of the Texas Republic - Lucius the Faithful, the One Who Believed - was waiting for someone to come.
The cell where he lived was twelve feet square, just a cot and a toilet and sink and a small table with a chair. The room's only illumination came from a small window of reinforced glass set high on the wall. This was the room where Lucius Greer had spent the last four years, nine months, and eleven days of his life. The charge was desertion - not completely fair, in Lucius's estimation. It could be said that by abandoning his command to follow Amy up the mountain to face Babcock, he had simply followed orders of a deeper, different kind. But Lucius was a soldier, with a soldier's sense of duty; he had accepted his sentence without question.
He had passed his days in contemplation - a necessity, though Lucius knew there were men who never managed it, the ones whose howls of loneliness he could hear at night. The prison had a small courtyard; once a week the inmates were allowed outside, but only one at a time, and only for an hour. Lucius had spent the first six months of his incarceration convinced he would go mad. There were only so many push-ups a man could do, only so much sleep to be had, and barely a month of his imprisonment had passed before Lucius had begun to talk to himself: rambling monologues about everything and nothing, the weather and the meals, his thoughts and memories, the world beyond the walls of the stockade and what was happening out there now. Was it summer? Had it rained? Would there be biscuits with dinner tonight? As the months had passed, these conversations had focused increasingly on his jailers: he was convinced that they were spying on him, and then, as his paranoia deepened, that they intended to kill him. He stopped sleeping, then eating; he refused to exercise, even to leave his cell at all. All night long he crouched on the edge of his cot, staring the door, the portal of his murderers.
The Twelve: A Novel (Book Two of the Passage Trilogy)
Justin Cronin
Page 236 of 593 (Amazon Kindle Version)
Death was a door he could not open. Despair gripped him utterly, tears rising to his eyes.
Lucius, why have you forsaken me?
They were not words he heard. Nothing so simple, so commonplace, as that. It was the *feeling* of a voice - a gentle, guiding presence that lived beneath the surface of the world.
The Twelve: A Novel (Book Two of the Passage Trilogy)
Justin Cronin
Page 237 of 593 (Amazon Kindle Version)
It was as if his mind had opened like the covers of a book, revealing a hidden reality. He was lying on the floor, his body occupying a fixed point in space and time, and yet he felt his consciousness expanding, joining with a vastness he could not express. It was everywhere and nowhere; it existed on an invisible plane the mind could see but the eyes could not, distracted as they were by ordinary things - this cot, this toilet, these walls.
http://www.chakoteya.net/StarTrek/58.htm
The Paradise Syndrome [ Star Trek: The Original Series television episode ]
Original Airdate: Oct 4, 1968
[ Opening scenes ]
[Planet surface]
(Conifers stand on the slopes down to a lake, where three figures beam down onto a trackway.)
Doctor MCCOY: Look at those pine trees.
Captain KIRK: And that lake.
MCCOY: I swear that's honeysuckle I smell.
KIRK: I swear that's a little orange blossom thrown in. It's unbelievable. Growth exactly like that of Earth on a planet half a galaxy away. What are the odds on such duplication?
SPOCK: Astronomical, Captain. The relative size, age and composition of this planet makes it highly improbable that it would evolve similarly to Earth in any way.
MCCOY: What in blazes is that?
(A bizarre structure on a dais, with steps leading up to it.)
KIRK: Analysis, Spock.
SPOCK: An alien metal of some kind. An alloy resistant to probe. Readings can't even measure its age accurately. These incised symbols are fascinating. Evidently, some form of writing.
KIRK: Any theories about what it is?
SPOCK: Negative, Captain. Structures of this complexity require extremely sophisticated building apparatus, the kind usually found in cultures surpassing or equalling our own.
MCCOY: Meadows and no meteor craters. The whole place is an enigma, biologically and culturally.
KIRK: What's the nearest concentration of life forms, Mister Spock?
SPOCK: Bearing one one seven mark four.
KIRK: And how much time did you say we have to investigate?
SPOCK: If we are to divert the asteroid which is on a collision course with this planet, we must warp out of orbit within thirty minutes. Every second we delay arriving at the deflection point compounds the problem, perhaps past solution.
KIRK: You did say thirty minutes?
SPOCK: Yes, sir.
KIRK: Then let's go. Let's find out what life forms are blessed by this environment.
(Standing on the opposite side of the lake from a collection of tipis and a lodge.)
MCCOY: Why, they look like. I'd swear they're American Indians.
SPOCK: They are, Doctor. A mixture of Navajo, Mohican, and Delaware, I believe. All among the more advanced and peaceful tribes.
KIRK: It's like discovering Atlantis or Shangri-la. Mister Spock, is it possible there's a more evolved civilisation somewhere else on this planet, one capable of building that obelisk or developing a deflector system?
SPOCK: Highly improbable, Captain. Sensor probes indicate only one type of life form here.
MCCOY: Shouldn't we contact them, Jim? Tell them?
KIRK: Tell them what? That an asteroid's coming to smash their world into atoms?
SPOCK: Too primitive to grasp the concept of space flight, Doctor. Our appearance here would only confuse and frighten them.
KIRK: We've got a job to do. Let's get back to the Enterprise.
(Along the path.)
MCCOY: What's the matter, Jim?
KIRK: What? Oh, nothing. It's just so peaceful, uncomplicated. No problems, no command decisions. Just living.
MCCOY: Typical human reaction to an idyllic natural setting. Back in the twentieth century, we referred to it as the Tahiti Syndrome. It's particularly common to over-pressured leader types, like starship captains.
http://www.chakoteya.net/StarTrek/58.htm
The Paradise Syndrome [ Star Trek: The Original Series television episode ]
Original Airdate: Oct 4, 1968
KIRK: It's only the wind and the thunder.
MIRAMANEE: I act like a stupid child. I have nothing to fear. You are here. (she looks outside) It is time.
KIRK; Time?
MIRAMANEE: To go to the temple. The people will be waiting.
KIRK: Why?
MIRAMANEE: To save them.
KIRK: But it's only the wind. The wind can't harm them.
MIRAMANEE: The wind is only the beginning. Soon the sky will darken, the lake will go wild, and the earth will tremble. Only you can save us.
KIRK: But I can't do anything about the wind or the sky.
MIRAMANEE: If we don't go now, it will be too late. You must go inside the temple and make the blue flame come out.
KIRK: I don't know how to get inside the temple.
MIRAMANEE: But you are a god.
posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 10:35 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Wednesday 09 March 2016 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2016/03/sunday-morning-christians.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confidence_trick
Confidence trick
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
A confidence trick is also known as a con game, a con, a scam, a grift, a hustle, a bunko (or bunco), a swindle, a flimflam, a gaffle or a bamboozle. The intended victims are known as "marks", "suckers", or "gulls" (i.e. gullible)
From 11/7/1918 ( Billy Graham ) To 12/20/1994 ( in Bosnia as Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps captain this day is my United States Navy Cross medal date of record ) is 27802 days
27802 = 13901 + 13901
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 11/24/2003 is 13901 days
From 5/8/1994 ( premiere US TV miniseries "Stephen King's The Stand"::miniseries premiere episode "The Plague" ) To 11/24/2003 is 3487 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 5/21/1975 ( premiere US film "Cornbread, Earl and Me" ) is 3487 days
From 6/23/1956 ( premiere US TV series episode "Gunsmoke"::"How to Die for Nothing" ) To 11/24/2003 is 17320 days
17320 = 8660 + 8660
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 7/19/1989 ( the United Airlines Flight 232 crash ) is 8660 days
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 09 March 2016 excerpt ends]
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=64913
The American Presidency Project
George W. Bush
XLIII President of the United States: 2001 - 2009
Remarks to Military Personnel at Fort Carson, Colorado
November 24, 2003
The President. Thank you all.
Audience members. U.S.A.! U.S.A.! U.S.A.!
The President. Thank you all very much. Thank you for the warm welcome. I'm honored to be in the Rocky Mountain State. I'm honored to be in Fort Carson. More importantly, I'm honored to be in the presence of so many fine Americans, so many great citizens who proudly wear our Nation's uniform.
The soldiers of Fort Carson are now engaged in the largest deployment from this post since World War II. You reflect tremendous credit to the United States Army. You bring great pride to the people of the United States of America.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/10th_Special_Forces_Group_(United_States)
10th Special Forces Group (United States)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The 10th Special Forces Group (Airborne) (10th SFG(A) or 10th Group) is an active duty United States Army Special Forces (SF) Group. The 10th Group is responsible for operations within the EUCOM area of responsibility, as part of the Special Operations Command, Europe (SOCEUR). 10th Group has also been involved in parts of Africa and the Middle East. In 2009, as part of a new SOCOM directive, the group is now also responsible for operations within the AFRICOM area of responsibility.
10th SFG(A) was formed on 19 June 1952, at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, under the command of Colonel Aaron Bank. The group was split in 1953, with one half being sent to Germany, while the other half remained at Fort Bragg to form the core of the 77th Special Forces Group. In 1968, the majority of the unit transferred to Fort Devens, Massachusetts, with the exception of 1st Battalion, which remained in Germany. Between 1994 and 1995, 10th SFG(A) moved to Fort Carson, Colorado, which remains its current home.
History
On 2 September 1994, 2nd Battalion, 10th SFG(A) transferred to Fort Carson, Colorado, followed by 3rd Battalion on 20 July 1995. The group headquarters moved to Fort Carson on 15 September 1995
From 9/21/1969 ( premiere US TV series "The Bold Ones: The Lawyers" ) To 10/17/1993 is 8792 days
8792 = 4396 + 4396
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 11/15/1977 ( premiere US film "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" ) is 4396 days
From 5/19/1943 ( Winston Churchill and Franklin Roosevelt set a date for the cross-Channel landing at Normandy France ) To 10/17/1993 is 18414 days
18414 = 9207 + 9207
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 1/17/1991 ( the date of record of my United States Navy Medal of Honor as Kerry Wayne Burgess chief warrant officer United States Marine Corps circa 1991 officially the United States Apache attack helicopter pilot ) is 9207 days
Other posts online by me on this topic
http://articles.chicagotribune.com/1993-10-17/entertainment/9310170011_1_rick-atkinson-crusade-desert-storm
Chicago Tribune
Operation Desert Norm
Rick Atkinson's Account Of The Gulf War Depicts An Egotistical General Schwarzkopf
October 17, 1993 By Reviewed by James O'Shea, a Tribune associate managing editor and a former Pentagon correspondent.
Crusade: The Untold Story of the Persian Gulf War
By Rick Atkinson
Houghton Mifflin, 575 pages, $24.95
If war is hell, writing about it can be purgatory.
Few authors and journalists capture the drama, history and terror of the battlefield without lapsing into stereotypes, hyperbole, melodrama or confusion. Only those who master one of three time-honored techniques usually succeed, and even then there's no guaranteed spot on the best seller list.
War stories are most gripping when told through the eyes of the foot soldier, a technique mastered by the late Homer Bigart, the legendary war correspondent who won two Pulitzer prizes. Bigart breathed life into the battlefield with simple, spartan prose that captured the raw terror and courage of GIs in the trenches.
Then there's the technique that Neil Sheehan used in his "A Bright Shining Lie," which told the story of Vietnam by focusing on John Paul Vann, a career Army officer who became disillusioned with American military leadership. Authors using that approach rely on thorough research and relentless reporting to document the arrogance, stupidity, brilliance or valor of the men who lead soldiers into battle and the nature of the institutions that shape those men.
Last, there's the historian's account of war, mastered by the Barbara Tuchmans of the world in books like "The Guns of August," Tuchman's fascinating account of the origins of World War I and the strategies of the powers who fought it. To bring off such a book, an author needs historical perspective, access to official memoirs and the gift of scholarship.
In "Crusade," Rick Atkinson uses variations of all three techniques to weave a narrative about the Persian Gulf War. He succeeds masterfully at reconstructing combat scenes a la Bigart, and he reports as tenaciously as Sheehan on the war's generals, particularly H. Norman Schwarzkopf. But Atkinson is no Tuchman, and "Crusade" is not the definitive history of the Persian Gulf War.
Instead Atkinson has written an important book about the American military's forced march from the shame and ashes of Vietnam to the pride and parades of Desert Storm. He writes of a new breed of soldier fighting a new kind of war against a new kind of enemy.
Three narrative threads run through "Crusade," and the first is likely to get most of the attention-for "Crusade" is a book that debunks the myth of Schwarzkopf.
Publicly, "Stormin' Norman" was the avuncular commander seen by millions on CNN as, pointer in hand, he briefed reporters on the crushing defeat of Saddam Hussein's armies-an operation in which minimal American casualties were suffered.
Atkinson allows that Schwarzkopf committed no significant errors of strategy or tactics, and the general certainly marched home to a hero's welcome, "the most theatrical American in uniform since Douglas MacArthur." But the private Schwarzkopf, says Atkinson, was a different commander.
"In the cloister of his Riyadh war room," he writes, "the avuncular public mien disappeared, revealing a man of volcanic outbursts." Schwarzkopf, during one six-month period, threatened to relieve or court martial many of his key commanders and turned his headquarters into a dispirited bunker where initiative withered and even senior generals hesitated to bring him unpleasant tidings.
At one point, Atkinson reports, Defense Secretary Richard Cheney worried sufficiently about Schwarzkopf's temper and his yen for imperial trappings that he considered the possibility of replacing him.
Atkinson backs up his attack with some telling details about the general, particularly his penchant for royal treatment. Before Schwarzkopf entered a briefing room, Atkinson reports, an enlisted aide would precede him and "with the care of a grandmaster setting chess pieces, place on the table the (general's) polished glasses, a tumbler of water, a glass of orange juice, a cup of coffee and a glass of chocolate mocha."
When Schwarzkopf left his headquarters, he required a motorcade larger than King Fahd's, and he sat in the back seat of a staff car armed with a handgun, surrounded by bodyguards. Atkinson reported that Schwarzkopf's key lieutenant, Lt. Gen. Calvin A.H. Waller, once declared after a ride with his boss: "That's the last time I ride with you. I'm more afraid of you with that damned weapon and all these stupid guards trying to force people off the road than I am of any terrorist attack."
But Atkinson also slams Schwarzkopf on more substantial grounds. He claims that he grossly misjudged the forces needed to expel Iraqi invaders from Kuwait, overestimated enemy strength to the very end of the war, had no imprint on the devastating allied air campaign against Baghdad and that he stubbornly resisted focusing on the only Iraqi gambit that could have hurt him strategically-Iraqi Scud missile attacks on Israel, which were a far larger threat than the Pentagon ever let on.
http://articles.chicagotribune.com/1993-10-17/entertainment/9310170011_1_rick-atkinson-crusade-desert-storm/2
Chicago Tribune
(Page 2 of 2)
Operation Desert Norm
Rick Atkinson's Account Of The Gulf War Depicts An Egotistical General Schwarzkopf
October 17, 1993 By Reviewed by James O'Shea, a Tribune associate managing editor and a former Pentagon correspondent.
Most seriously, Schwarzkopf maliciously and unfairly humiliated key officers such as Fred Franks, his three-star VII Corps commander, particularly after Franks' assault on the Iraqi Republican Guard units stalled. In his memoirs, Schwarzkopf even suggested that VII Corps dawdled in the closing days of the war and allowed some enemy forces to elude destruction.
Atkinson says that Schwarzkopf's criticism of Franks was unwarranted. The corps commander had precisely orchestrated five divisions against the best soldiers Iraq had to offer in a maneuver that many believed to be one of the most extraordinary in the history of armored warfare. All Franks got in return was the rage of a commander with a Caesar complex.
In the end, Atkinson gives Schwarzkopf his due as a competent soldier who rose to the task and passed the key test of the combat commander-he brought more soldiers home alive than the most optimistic strategists in Washington had dared hope. But Atkinson credits Colin Powell, the chairman of the Joint Chiefs, for tempering the general's excesses, and Schwarzkopf's dedicated cadre of officers for winning the war despite his temper tantrums. Indeed, the allied success, Atkinson says, was less a reflection of the brilliance of Schwarzkopf's war plan than of the stellar competence of his lieutenants in executing it.
Although the Schwarzkopf critique is intriguing, Atkinson is at his best in the second thread that runs through the book-the combat story a la Bigart.
As a reporter for the Washington Post, Atkinson wrote the Post's lead stories during the war, a job that put him as close to the action as any other journalist on the front. Unlike the correspondents of Bigart's days, Atkinson and his colleagues in the Gulf War had no access to the battlefield, thanks to the onerous rules imposed upon the press by the Pentagon. Nevertheless, has done a first-rate job of reconstructing combat exchanges-basing his work upon interviews, research and visits to the area after the war was over.
Running through "Crusade" is the compelling story of Col. David Eberly, a pilot and native of Brazil, Ind., who was shot down over Iraq and barely survived imprisonment in Baghdad. Atkinson describes Eberly's ordeal in arresting detail. Consider this passage in which he relates Eberly's experience of being jailed in a Baghdad building that became a target of American bombers:
"Thirty seconds later he heard the shriek of another jet and the (electrical) crackle that he now recognized as the last rattle of a laser-guided bomb. The second explosion seemed to detonate almost on top of the cell. With a crash, the ceiling in the corridor collapsed. He heard pipes bursting and the gush of water below. The cries for help turned to terrified screams. Eberly tucked his arms and legs into a ball as a third bomb slammed into the rear of the building, which wobbled under the impact. Dear God, he prayed, it's up to you. Thy will be done."
As he demonstrated in "A Long Gray Line," his book about the lives of West Point classmates who fought in Vietnam, Atkinson has an uncanny gift for building combat narratives. The way he weaves Eberly's story through "Crusade" again proves his mettle.
About the only disappointment in "Crusade" comes during the third thread of the book-Atkinson's account of the political background to the war and its military strategy. A book that explains exactly how the U.S. got into the war in the Persian Gulf certainly needs to be written, but "Crusade" is not it. There are gaps in Atkinson's political history, and the political details pale in comparison to other elements of the book.
His reporting on the military strategy is better. He captures the massive movement of men and tanks through minefields and across the desert with skill and precision. He also recreates the confusion of combat, documenting many instances of death and destruction by "friendly fire." But his description of corps and division sweeps are sometimes confusing and hard for an amateur to follow.
In fairness, it is probably too soon to expect a thorough history of the war in the Persian Gulf. Historians need the perspective that only time can provide. When someone sits down to write such a book, though, he or she will owe a debt of thanks to Rick Atkinson.
The Persian Gulf War was poorly reported. What Americans saw on CNN was pure propaganda. In "Crusade" Atkinson pierces the Pentagon's veil of secrecy and gives us a first-rate book about how the war was fought.
https://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/churchill-and-fdr-plot-d-day/print
History
May 19, 1943 : Churchill and FDR plot D-Day
Introduction
On this day in 1943, British Prime Minister Winston Churchill and U.S. President Franklin Roosevelt set a date for the cross-Channel landing that would become D-Day—May 1, 1944. That date will prove a bit premature, as bad weather becomes a factor.
Addressing a joint session of Congress, Churchill warned that the real danger at present was the “dragging-out of the war at enormous expense” because of the risk that the Allies would become “tired or bored or split”—and play into the hands of Germany and Japan. He pushed for an early and massive attack on the “underbelly of the Axis.” And so, to “speed” things up, the British prime minister and President Roosevelt set a date for a cross-Channel invasion of Normandy, in northern France, for May 1, 1944, regardless of the problems presented by the invasion of Italy, which was underway. It would be carried out by 29 divisions, including a Free French division, if possible.
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/gulf/script_a.html
FRONTLINE
FRONTLINE Show #1407T
Air Date: January 28, 1997
NARRATOR: Before the planes could attack, Task Force Normandy would fire the first shots of the war. Its Apache gunships had been training for months. Their mission was vital: to destroy at all costs two Iraqi radar sites that would otherwise give Baghdad an early warning of what was to come.
from my online journal as Kerry Burgess
March 09, 2018 at 2:15 am (Pacific Time USA)
Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)
(from internet subtitle transcript of incomplete dialog)
***
Roy Neary: Help! I'm lost.
You're gonna cough up a little Tolono, right?
Cough up Tolono on Interstate Highway 90.
A little familiar landmark of some sort.
Cornbread Road, south of 20.
Cornbread?
Power must have been restored.
Couple hundred neighbors think it's Saturday night.
Dispatch, this is 411. Do you want me to disregard that Tolono call?
Motorist: [ to Neary: ] You're in the middle of the road, jackass!
Roy Neary: Can you tell me where Cornbread is? Turkey!
Posted by Kerry Burgess - H.V.O.M at 5:25 PM Monday, May 09, 2011
Croatian War of Independence
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: posted by H.V.O.M at 8:28 PM Thursday, September 15, 2005
I am going to describe a dream I had earlier today, because as strange as it seems, I think I am supposed to. I think someone is testing me and they want me to relay to them what they sent to my sleeping mind. I guess they want to see how much detail I remember when I am awake or something like that. It has happened a couple times lately but I have resisted writing about it. Mainly because it agitates me so to be manipulated like this.
I had that dream again about the house I bought in South Carolina back in the early '90s. I loved that place, it was quiet and relaxing. That house is always the central element in dreams I have sometime. There are usually variations to the situation, but the house is always there. And there is usually another element to the dream. In the dream, I discover that I still own the house and I can go back there any time I want, even at the very moment I realize it is still there. It is a great feeling to know I can sleep there that very night if I want to.
In this dream last night though, there is something about my nieces. One of them has bought the house and will live there now. This is one of ten houses that one of ten nieces is getting. Not sure what that means, I only have two nieces. So anyway, I have two cars parked outside. One is that Mazda RX-7, and just like re-discovering the house in the prior dreams, this car is suddenly mine again and I am very happy to see it. I faced a dilemma though about how to get two cars back to my place, whereever that was. There is a lot of food in one car and I am transferring it from one to the RX-7. It was dark. Then I found myself at what seemed to be my own place in the country, the grass was very high. Never seen this place before, but there seems to be something slightly familiar about it. Next image I remember is my Jeep blocking the entrace of my driveway. But the postman has driven around it and is delivering the mail. He has a lot to deliver. At one point, he walks up to the house, or the garage, but I do not talk with him. Before this, I had been walking around the property and there are a lot of other buildings with purposes I don't know but they have a lot of objects, tools and such, cluttered around. I am standing on the porch about to go in and a woman throws open a hatch on the porch and starts climbing up from under the porch. She is carrying a fishing tackle box and something else I don't recognize. She is a scientist or something. She is on some kind of expedition to go out and cause frogs, I think it was, to contract the "mumps." I don't know why she was doing it, but she said they weren't doing it themselves. I woke up at this point and I could hear some loud-mouth in another room on this floor talking loudly next to his window about how he never contracted the mumps when he was a kid even though he had actually tried to contract it by getting into bed with someone that had the mumps.
I'm not sure if this dream happened after I went back to sleep or it had occured earlier, but I was in that unfamilar house there in the country and I was trying to get ready. I was meeting some family members in town for lunch but I kept getting interrupted. At one point, the clock read 1:38 pm but I had to be there at 2pm and I had not even showered or shaved yet. I didn't know how to get in touch with them to let them know I would be late.
The other dream I had was about fighting some kind of aliens. I'm not sure if this dream happened before the one I wrote about above or if it happened later. In this dream, I am still in the Navy, but I am wearing some kind of camoflauge uniform, maybe army or marines. These aliens have invaded a subway and there are a lot of travelers around in danger. I am about to drop from exhaustion after 36 hours of fighting, we have been retreating and I am separated from the other soldiers. I am carrying two heavy packs, trying to find another unit to group up with, with passengers stream through the facility, they are even getting on the trains as some of them are still coming through. I have lost my rifle somewhere. I still have plenty of ammo, but I can't find a rifle. A woman at a coffee kisok says something to me that I don't remember, she has dried blood on her hands as she is preparing coffee. Then I am outside and I have found an armory where I get another rifle. I start heading back to the subway. A woman drives up in a car and asks me if I am who she thinks I am. But I can't remember seeing her actually in the car, all I can remember is seeing her buried in the dirt with only her talking face exposed. That is all I remember.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 15 September 2005 excerpt ends]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Croatian_War_of_Independence
Croatian War of Independence
The Croatian War of Independence was fought from 1991 to 1995 between forces loyal to the government of Croatia—which had declared independence from the Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia (SFR Yugoslavia)—and the Serb-controlled Yugoslav People's Army (JNA) and local Serb forces, with the JNA ending its combat operations in Croatia by 1992. In Croatia, the war is primarily referred to as the Homeland War (Domovinski rat) and also as the Greater-Serbian aggression (Velikosrpska agresija). In Serbian sources, War in Croatia (Rat u Hrvatskoj) is the most commonly used term.
Initially, the war was waged between Croatian police forces and Serbs living in the Republic of Croatia. As the JNA came under increasing Serbian influence in Belgrade, many of its units began assisting the Serbs fighting in Croatia. The Croatian side aimed to establish a sovereign country independent of Yugoslavia, and the Serbs, supported by Serbia, opposed the secession and wanted Croatia to remain a part of Yugoslavia. The Serbs effectively sought new boundaries in areas of Croatia with a Serb majority or significant minority, and attempted to conquer as much of Croatia as possible.
The weakening of the communist regime allowed nationalism to spread its political presence, even within the League of Communists of Yugoslavia. In 1989, political parties were allowed and a number of them had been founded, including the Croatian Democratic Union (Croatian: Hrvatska Demokratska Zajednica) (HDZ), led by Franjo Tudman, who later became the first president of Croatia. Tudman made international visits during the late 1980s to garner support from the Croatian diaspora for the Croatian national cause.
In January 1990, the League of Communists broke up on the lines of the individual republics. At the 14th Extraordinary Congress of the League of Communists of Yugoslavia, on January 20, 1990, the delegations of the republics could not agree on the main issues in the Yugoslav federation. The Croatian and Slovenian delegations demanded a looser federation, while the Serbian delegation, headed by Miloševic, opposed this. As a result, the Slovenian and Croatian delegates left the Congress.
In February 1990, Jovan Raškovic founded the Serb Democratic Party (SDS) in Knin. Its program stated that the "regional division of Croatia is outdated" and that it "does not correspond with the interest of Serb people". The party program endorsed redrawing regional and municipal lines to reflect the ethnic composition of the areas, and asserted the right of territories with a "special ethnic composition" to become autonomous. This echoed Miloševic position that internal Yugoslav borders should be redrawn to permit all Serbs to live in a single country. Prominent members of the SDS were Milan Babic and Milan Martic, both of whom later became high-ranking Republic of Serbian Krajina (RSK) officials. During his later trial, Babic would testify that there was a media campaign directed from Belgrade that portrayed the Serbs in Croatia as being threatened with genocide by the Croat majority and that he fell prey to the propaganda. On March 4, 1990, a meeting of 50,000 Serbs was held at Petrova Gora. People at the rally shouted negative remarks aimed at Tudman and other Croatians, chanted "This is Serbia", and expressed support for Miloševic.
The first free elections in Croatia and Slovenia were scheduled for a few months later. The first round of elections in Croatia were held on April 22, and the second round on May 6. The HDZ based its campaign on an aspiration for greater sovereignty for Croatia and on a platform opposed to Yugoslav unitarist ideology, fueling a sentiment among Croats that "only the HDZ could protect Croatia from the aspirations of Serbian elements led by Slobodan Miloševic towards a Greater Serbia". It topped the poll in the elections (followed by Ivica Racan's reformed communists, Social Democratic Party of Croatia) and was set to form a new Croatian Government.
A tense atmosphere prevailed in 1990, and especially so during the period immediately before the elections. On May 13, 1990, a football game was held in Zagreb between Zagreb's Dinamo team and Belgrade's Crvena Zvezda team. The game erupted into violence between football fans and police.
On May 30, 1990, the new Croatian Parliament held its first session. President Tudman announced his manifesto for a new Constitution (ratified at the end of the year) and a multitude of political, economic, and social changes, notably to what extent minority rights (mainly for Serbs) would be guaranteed. Local Serb politicians opposed the new constitution on the grounds that the local Serb population would be threatened. Their prime concern was that a new constitution would not henceforth designate Croatia a "national state of the Croatian people, a state of the Serbian people, and any other people living in it" but a "national state of the Croatian people and any people living in it". In 1991, Serbs represented 12.2 percent of the total population of Croatia, but they held a disproportionate number of official posts: 17.7 percent of appointed officials in Croatia, including police, were Serbs. An even greater proportion of those posts had been held by Serbs in Croatia earlier on, which created a perception that the Serbs were guardians of the communist regime. After HDZ came to power, some of the Serbs employed in public administration, especially the police, lost their jobs and were replaced by Croats.
excerpt ends Posted by Kerry Burgess - H.V.O.M at 5:25 PM Monday, May 09, 2011
from my private journal as Kerry Burgess: 03/28/07 5:50 AM
That's what the POW guards always say: Today, Ray. You're going home today, Ray. You'll be eating dinner with your family tonight, Ray.
- posted by Kerry Burgess 5:23 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Wednesday 07 November 2018
