https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3pvzA6-tSqE
https://www.tvinsider.com/show/black-sheep-squadron/
Black Sheep Squadron
NBC Series 1976
https://www.yahoo.com/news/medal-honor-recipient-dakota-meyer-210557588.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dakota_Meyer
https://www.defense.gov/News/Feature-Stories/Story/Article/4158817/medal-of-honor-recipient-dakota-meyers-legacy-of-service-sacrifice/
https://obamawhitehouse.archives.gov/the-press-office/2011/08/12/president-obama-award-medal-honor
LIFE Oct 1, 1945
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pappy_Boyington
Pappy Boyington
From Wikipedia
Gregory "Pappy" Boyington (December 4, 1912 – January 11, 1988) was an American combat pilot who was a United States Marine Corps fighter ace during World War II. He received the Medal of Honor and the Navy Cross. A Marine aviator with the Pacific fleet in 1941, Boyington joined the "Flying Tigers" (1st American Volunteer Group) of the Republic of China Air Force and saw combat in Burma in late 1941 and 1942 during the Second Sino-Japanese War.
In September 1942, Boyington rejoined the Marine Corps. In early 1943, he deployed to the South Pacific and began flying combat missions in the F4U Corsair fighter. On August 14, 1943, he took command of Marine fighter squadron VMF-214 ("Black Sheep").
In January 1944, Boyington, outnumbered by Japanese "Zero" planes, was shot down into the Pacific Ocean after downing one of the enemy planes. He was captured by a Japanese submarine crew and was held as a prisoner of war for more than a year and a half. He was released shortly after the surrender of Japan.
The television series Baa Baa Black Sheep was inspired by Boyington and his men in the "Black Sheep" squadron. It ran for two seasons in the late 1970s.
Prisoner of war
Following a determined but futile search, Boyington was declared missing in action. He had been picked up on 3 January 1944 by the Imperial Japanese Navy submarine I-181 and taken to Rabaul, becoming a prisoner of war. (I-181 was sunk 13 days after picking him up.) According to Boyington's autobiography, he was never accorded official POW status by the Japanese
Boyington returned to the United States at Naval Air Station Alameda on September 12, 1945, where he was met by 21 former squadron members from VMF-214. That night, a party for him was held at the St. Francis Hotel in downtown San Francisco that was covered by LIFE in its issue October 1, 1945. The coverage of the party marked the first time that the magazine had ever shown people consuming alcohol. Prior to his arrival, on September 6, he accepted his temporary lieutenant colonel's commission in the Marine Corps.
From 10/1/1945 ( from Life magazine publication: Gregory "Pappy" Boyington returns from Japanese prison camp ) 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 16544 days
16544 = 8272 + 8272
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/26/1988 ( ) is 8272 days
From 2/2/1961 ( ) To 5/21/2006 ( by me, Kerry Burgess, referenced here, below ) is 16544 days
16544 = 8272 + 8272
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/26/1988 ( ) is 8272 days
http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1729524-3,00.html
Time
In Partnership with CNN
The Story of Barack Obama's Mother
By Amanda Ripley / Honolulu Wednesday, Apr. 09, 2008
On Feb. 2, 1961, several months after they met, Obama's parents got married
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
From: Kerry Burgess {me}
Sent: Sunday, May 21, 2006 11:04 AM
To: Kerry Burgess {me}
Subject: Re: Journal May 21, 2006
Kerry Burgess wrote:
I think it was my first thought after waking up this morning that I used to date Julia Roberts a long time ago.
I also have these unexplained thoughts that I was a fighter pilot in the U.S. military, although I'm not sure which service, but I may have been in two different branches over time. I am also confused about thoughts that I may have been a helicopter pilot. What's next? A space shuttle pilot? Seems like a lot for someone that is only 40. And, while I am not sure when this divergence happened, I am reasonably certain it was before I turned 33. So I must have been a pretty busy guy. Especially because I have thoughts that I was some kind of mathmetician too. I have these thoughts too that I was captured by enemy forces at some point and tortured while in captivity.
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journal: 9/26/2006 3:06 PM
As I was trying to go to sleep last night, I had a thought that I have a doctorate in computer science from Princeton.
and I had thoughts that I studied music as well at Princeton.
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journals: 9/28/2006 7:13 PM
This sounds very interesting. In my memory of taking Physics my Senior year at Ashdown, I remember being very interested in the class, but we didn t cover such an interesting topic.
http://www.princeton.edu/main/about/present/
Ayan Chatterjee (left) and Mark Daly measure piano strings as part of a lab project for professor Pierre Pirou 's freshman seminar on "Sound, Music and ... Physics."
9/28/2006 7:37 PM
I think I even have memories of the graduate degree process. I am not sure of the terms to describe the process.
9/28/2006 7:47 PM
I actually do remember... something... I can t explain it. It feels that I am holding an unmarked, undistinguishable book that I don t know the name of or the contents but I know I have read it already.
9/28/2006 8:34 PM
A few minutes ago I started thinking that maybe I started at Princeton University in 1972. I would have been 13 at the time as Thomas Ray. I remember that Kerry Burgess started first grade in 1972. But then I decided that I probably started Princeton earlier than 1972 and maybe 1972 was the year I completed my first major degree. Or 1972 doesn t really mean anything in particular to Thomas Ray; rather it is there for continuity sake for the life of Kerry Burgess.
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: H.V.O.M at 3:06 AM Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Salesman
Also, "Salesman." I saw that in a dream while sleeping recently. I saw myself going through an induction process in the United States Marine Corps and I woke up understanding that I was dreaming of my actual experience in 1990. I saw a document that indicated I was being inducted to the United States Marine Corps with the officer grade of Chief Warrant Officer 2. I saw in the dream another document associated with my induction and that document indicated I had been assigned the informal name "Salesman."
From 3/3/1959 ( the birthdate in Hawaii of my biological brother Thomas Reagan ) To 6/18/2004 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Dateline NBC"::"Ronald Reagan Funeral" ) is 16544 days
16544 = 8272 + 8272
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/26/1988 ( ) is 8272 days
From 1/20/1981 ( Ronald Reagan in office as 40th President of USA {1981-1989} - from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: Ronald Reagan is my biological maternal genetic grandfather, along with Jane Wyman ) To 6/26/1988 ( ) is 2714 days
2714 = 1357 + 1357
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/21/1969 ( disguised, my biological brother Thomas Reagan the United States Navy Commander circa 1969 was United States Apollo 11 Eagle spacecraft United States Navy astronaut landing and walking on the planet Earth's moon - his 1st of his 6 Earth-Lunar lunar-landings with USA Project Apollo, strictly in planning and preparation for his personal activities in this solar-system's deep-space 1975-1977 ) is 1357 days
From 2/23/1967 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Star Trek"::"A Taste of Armageddon" ) To 6/26/1988 ( ) is 7794 days
7794 = 3897 + 3897
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/4/1976 ( at extreme personal risk to himself my biological brother Thomas Reagan the civilian and privately financed astronaut in his privately financed atom-pulse propulsion spaceship successfully intercepts the comet nicknamed "Lucifer" - threatening extinction by death and destruction of all life on this planet Earth - in the outer solar system beyond planet Saturn and diverts it away from our planet Earth ) is 3897 days
"A Taste of Armageddon" [ Star Trek ]
Original Airdate: 23 Feb, 1967
(from internet transcript)
ANAN: What do you want, Captain?
Captain KIRK: I want to contact my ship. Where are my communicators?
ANAN: In a safe place.
KIRK: You take a lot of chances, Councilman.
ANAN: You're worried about your ship, Captain. I'm trying to save a world.
KIRK: If I were you, I'd think about saving my life.
ANAN: Won't you have a drink, Captain?
(Kirk pours himself a slug of trova, and as he turns his back, Anan presses concealed buttons.)
ANAN: And then we can discuss our differences.
KIRK: I'm not interested in discussing our differences. You don't seem to realise the risk you're taking. We don't make war with computers and herd the casualties into suicide stations. We make the real thing
https://www.britannica.com/biography/Pappy-Boyington
Encyclopaedia Britannica
Pappy Boyington
AMERICAN PILOT
Pappy Boyington, byname of Gregory Boyington, (born Dec. 4, 1912, Coeur d’Alene, Idaho, U.S.—died Jan. 11, 1988, Fresno, Calif.), American World War II flying ace who shot down 28 enemy Japanese planes, organized the legendary Black Sheep Squadron in the South Pacific in 1943, and was awarded the U.S. Medal of Honor.
From 8/24/1962 ( John Kennedy, 35th President of USA: Executive Order 11046 - Authorizing Award of the Bronze Star Medal ) To 1/10/2007 is 16210 days
16210 = 8105 + 8105
From 11/2/1965 ( ) To 1/11/1988 ( as Kerry Burgess my official United States Navy documents includes: Sea Service Deployment Ribbon USS Wainwright (CG-28) 88 Jan 11 - 88 Jul 11, Middle East Force ) is 8105 days
From 8/18/1973 ( The Killian Document ) To 1/10/2007 is 12198 days
From 11/2/1965 ( ) To 3/27/1999 ( premiere US film "The Yellow Badge of Courage" ) is 12198 days
Deserter-in-chief, George W. Bush
Other posts by me, Kerry Burgess, on this topic
https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/address-the-nation-military-operations-iraq
The American Presidency Project
GEORGE W. BUSH
43rd President of the United States: 2001 - 2009
Address to the Nation on Military Operations in Iraq
January 10, 2007
Make America Great Again
From Wikipedia
"Make America Great Again" is an American political slogan most recently popularized by Donald Trump
Inauguration of John F. Kennedy
From Wikipedia
Inaugural address
And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you—ask what you can do for your country.
Captain James T. KIRK: And you bore it well. And the disease that changed you, it's not your fault. And the terrible things you did since then, not truly responsible.
From 6/26/1988 ( ) To 6/29/1995 ( the Mir space station docking of the United States space shuttle Atlantis orbiter vehicle mission STS-71 includes me Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps commissioned-officer and United States STS-71 pilot astronaut and my 3rd official United States of America National Aeronautics Space Administration orbital flight of 4 overall ) is 2559 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 11/4/1972 ( shipyard launch of the Glomar Explorer by Howard Hughes ) is 2559 days
From 3/8/1988 ( as me, Kerry Burgess, while enlisted paygrade E-5, designated Fire Controlman Petty Officer Second Class (FC2), my official enlisted US Navy documents includes: Terrier MK 152 guided-missiles Fire Control Computers Complex Operator (UNIVAC digital-computers Mk152 Terrier System for, primarily, SM2-ER {Extended Range} Standard Missiles ordnance) - CF-division, Missile Plot, USS Wainwright CG-28, US Navy, following my graduation Naval Missiles School, Dam Neck, Virginia ) To 6/26/1988 ( ) is 110 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/20/1966 ( biographical - Chester William Nimitz dead ) is 110 days
From 10/10/1964 ( premiere USA TV series episode "The Outer Limits"::"Expanding Human" ) To 6/26/1988 ( ) is 8660 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/19/1989 ( the United Airlines Flight 232 crash in Sioux City Iowa and from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: the end of Kerry Burgess - *me* - the natural human being cloned from another human being {Thomas Reagan} ) is 8660 days
IMDb
The Outer Limits
Expanding Human (1964)
Quotes
Dr. Peter Wayne: [reading from a newspaper] "In Las Vegas last night, a player was searched for a hidden computer because of the excessive number of his bets. Now, they found nothing, but he won over $2000 in less than an hour."
Police Lt. Branch: So?
Dr. Peter Wayne: And here, "A man whose car went off the road and turned over, pinning him under it on the Las Vegas highway, reported that a passing motorist stopped, lifted the car off of him, and then went on, saying that he'd get help." Now, that crap shooter watched the game for an hour before he made a bet, and I think he was keeping track mentally of every throw, computing the possible odds on every bet on that table as he went along - and then betting when those odds gave him the edge. Now, this is something that only a complex computer could normally handle, and I think that there's some likelihood that he, and the man who lifted the car, and the man who killed our night watchman are the same person.
Dean Flint: Well, it seems far-fetched, but I have to admit it is possible.
From 6/26/1988 ( ) To 7/27/1997 ( premiere USA TV series "Stargate SG-1" ) is 3318 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/3/1974 ( premiere USA TV "The Red Badge of Courage" ) is 3318 days
From 3/16/1951 ( premiere US film "The Red Badge of Courage" ) To 6/29/2003 is 19098 days
19098 = 9549 + 9549
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/25/1991 ( in non-aviator related duties boots on the ground as United States Marine Corps chief warrant officer Kerry Wayne Burgess I was prisoner of war in Croatia ) is 9549 days
From 4/25/1957 ( premiere US TV series episode "Lux Video Theatre"::"The Man Who Played God" ) To 12/20/1994 ( in non-aviator related duties boots on the ground 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 13753 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/29/2003 is 13753 days
From 7/27/1997 ( premiere USA TV series "Stargate SG-1"::series premiere episode "Children of the Gods" ) To 6/29/2003 is 2163 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/5/1971 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Marcus Welby, M.D."::"I Can Hardly Tell You Apart" ) is 2163 days
IRONMAN official
NEWS
June 27th 2003
the inaugural Ironman USA Coeur d’Alene triathlon taking place on Sunday, June 29, 2003.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0043961/releaseinfo
IMDb
The Red Badge of Courage (1951)
Release Info
USA 16 March 1951
Full Cast & Crew
Audie Murphy ... The Youth
http://www.online-literature.com/crane/redbadge
THE LITERATURE NETWORK
Literature Network » Stephen Crane » The Red Badge of Courage » Chapter 9
Chapter 9
The youth fell back in the procession until the tattered soldier was not in sight. Then he started to walk on with the others.
But he was amid wounds. The mob of men was bleeding. Because of the tattered soldier's question he now felt that his shame could be viewed. He was continually casting sidelong glances to see if the men were contemplating the letters of guilt he felt burned into his brow.
At times he regarded the wounded soldiers in an envious way. He conceived persons with torn bodies to be peculiarly happy. He wished that he, too, had a wound, a red badge of courage.
http://www.online-literature.com/crane/redbadge/8
THE LITERATURE NETWORK
Literature Network » Stephen Crane » The Red Badge of Courage » Chapter 8
Chapter 8
There was a tattered man, fouled with dust, blood and powder stain from hair to shoes, who trudged quietly at the youth's side. He was listening with eagerness and much humility to the lurid descriptions of a bearded sergeant. His lean features wore an expression of awe and admiration. He was like a listener in a country store to wondrous tales told among the sugar barrels. He eyed the story-teller with unspeakable wonder. His mouth was agape in yokel fashion.
The sergeant, taking note of this, gave pause to his elaborate history while he administered a sardonic comment. "Be keerful, honey, you 'll be a-ketchin' flies," he said.
The tattered man shrank back abashed.
After a time he began to sidle near to the youth, and in a diffident way try to make him a friend. His voice was gentle as a girl's voice and his eyes were pleading. The youth saw with surprise that the soldier had two wounds, one in the head, bound with a blood-soaked rag, and the other in the arm, making that member dangle like a broken bough.
After they had walked together for some time the tattered man mustered sufficient courage to speak. "Was pretty good fight, wa'n't it?" he timidly said. The youth, deep in thought, glanced up at the bloody and grim figure with its lamblike eyes. "What?"
"Was pretty good fight, wa'n't it?"
"Yes," said the youth shortly. He quickened his pace.
But the other hobbled industriously after him. There was an air of apology in his manner, but he evidently thought that he needed only to talk for a time, and the youth would perceive that he was a good fellow.
"Was pretty good fight, wa'n't it?" he began in a small voice, and the he achieved the fortitude to continue. "Dern me if I ever see fellers fight so. Laws, how they did fight! I knowed th' boys 'd like it when they onct got square at it. Th' boys ain't had no fair chanct up t' now, but this time they showed what they was. I knowed it 'd turn out this way. Yeh can't lick them boys. No, sir! They 're fighters, they be."
He breathed a deep breath of humble admiration. He had looked at the youth for encouragement several times. He received none, but gradually he seemed to get absorbed in his subject.
"I was talkin' 'cross pickets with a boy from Georgie, onct, an' that boy, he ses, 'Your fellers 'll all run like hell when they onct hearn a gun,' he ses. 'Mebbe they will,' I ses, 'but I don't b'lieve none of it,' I ses; 'an' b'jiminey,' I ses back t' 'um, 'mebbe your fellers 'll all run like hell when they onct hearn a gun,' I ses. He larfed. Well, they didn't run t' day, did they, hey? No, sir! They fit, an' fit, an' fit."
His homely face was suffused with a light of love for the army which was to him all things beautiful and powerful.
After a time he turned to the youth. "Where yeh hit, ol' boy?" he asked in a brotherly tone.
The youth felt instant panic at this question, although at first its full import was not borne in upon him.
"What?" he asked.
"Where yeh hit?" repeated the tattered man.
From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Saturday, August 11, 2007 8:35 PM
To: Nancy Pelosi
Subject: Fw: Sleep journal 5/13/06
I wasn't writing very much as this point about my new thoughts, although I did start writing a lot in my journal about it around this time. I think back and I was primarily puzzling over my memories of the places I "remembered" that I used to live. I think it was actually Wexford Drive that got me thinking that my memories were completely false. I started searching on the internet for something about Wexford and I found something right away and even before I began reading about John Barry, I knew that the detail about Wexford was going to have some profound meaning to me. I also think there is some part of my true identity that is very bored and has been locked into a room with only a small window to try to yell through. The people who locked me in there are at least now standing outside the door and listening to me as best they can but I don't understand why they won't let me out.
From 10/14/1947 ( Chuck Yeager becomes first aircraft pilot to travel faster than speed of sound in controlled aircraft flight ) To 7/19/1989 ( the United Airlines Flight 232 crash in Sioux City Iowa and from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: the end of Kerry Burgess - *me* - the natural human being cloned from another human being {Thomas Reagan} ) is 15254 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/8/2007 ( ) is 15254 days
From 2/13/1955 ( premiere USA TV series "Captain Gallant of the Foreign Legion" ) To 11/18/1996 ( premiere USA film "Star Trek: First Contact" ) is 15254 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/8/2007 ( ) is 15254 days
From 4/17/1948 ( Harry Truman, 33rd President of USA: Executive Order 9949 - Modifying Executive Order No. 9721, Providing for the Transfer of Personnel to Certain Public International Organizations ) To 8/8/2007 ( ) is 21662 days
21662 = 10831 + 10831
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/29/1995 ( the Mir space station docking of the United States space shuttle Atlantis orbiter vehicle mission STS-71 includes me Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps commissioned-officer and United States STS-71 pilot astronaut and my 3rd official United States of America National Aeronautics Space Administration orbital flight of 4 overall ) is 10831 days
From 12/20/1994 ( from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: in non-aviator related duties boots on the ground in Bosnia as Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps captain this day is my US Navy Cross medal date of record ) To 8/8/2007 ( ) is 4614 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/21/1978 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Nova"::"A Whisper from Space" ) is 4614 days
http://www.spokesmanreview.com/breaking/story.asp?ID=10975
Coeur d'Alene Airport gets new name
Field to honor World War II hero Pappy Boyington
By Erica Curless
Staff writer
August 8, 2007
The Kootenai County Commission voted this afternoon to rename the county airport after World War II Medal of Honor recipient and North Idaho native Gregory "Pappy" Boyington, after more than a year of controversy.
The new name is now “Coeur d’Alene Airport/ Pappy Boyington Field.
Commissioners Todd Tondee and Rich Piazza both voted for the proposal by local Marine veterans, saying Boyington was a “heroes hero” and the name could spark an interest in history and the veterans who have fought for this country.
After a childhood spent in Coeur d’Alene, St. Maries and Tacoma, Boyington went on to become one of the nation’s most decorated wartime fliers.
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Saturday, February 11, 2006 6:52 PM
To: Kerry Burgess
Subject: as of a drama
[ Stephen Crane writes: ] In regard to his companions his mind wavered between two opinions, according to his mood. Sometimes he inclined to believing them all heroes. In fact, he usually admired in secret the superior development of the higher qualities in others. He could conceive of men going very insignificantly about the world bearing a load of courage unseen, and although he had known many of his comrades through boyhood, he began to fear that his judgment of them had been blind. Then, in other moments, he flouted these theories, and assured him that his fellows were all privately wondering and quaking.
His emotions made him feel strange in the presence of men who talked excitedly of a prospective battle as of a drama they were about to witness, with nothing but eagerness and curiosity apparent in their faces. It was often that he suspected them to be liars.
He did not pass such thoughts without severe condemnation of himself. He dinned reproaches at times. He was convicted by himself of many shameful crimes against the gods of traditions.
In his great anxiety his heart was continually clamoring at what he considered the intolerable slowness of the generals. They seemed content to perch tranquilly on the river bank, and leave him bowed down by the weight of a great problem. He wanted it settled forthwith. He could not long bear such a load, he said. Sometimes his anger at the commanders reached an acute stage, and he grumbled about the camp like a veteran.
http://www.online-literature.com/view.php/redbadge/2
Jun 5, 2021 by me, Kerry Burgess
Last night I had one type of recurring dream that happens sometimes
More vivid than usual
I was standing among a group of people
We were waiting for the signal to begin the 2.4 miles course of Ironman triathlon. Presumably in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho,
but that's not clearly established.
I'm ready for it, amazingly, because I certainly am not now, after all those years ago when I last finished successfully that course, on the best day of my life, and that I intended to continue over the following years
In my sleeping dream today, I'm standing there, and I actually feel sort of fatigued. I look at the clock in the distance, is only 6:35 AM, meaning we have to stand there another 25 minutes
Is now 6:56 AM
With a gasp, I realize that I'm still carrying my car keys and wallet, in the pair of athletic-shorts over my athletic-wetsuit
So I take off to leave those in my Jeep Wrangler
Then I'm back. The race has started without me and I'm sitting there
I'm sitting there on the beach in the sand at the swim-start and I'm struggling to get off that pair of shorts over my wetsuit. The material is blocked by the athletic-shoes I'm still wearing
Just before I awake, I'm worried they won't let me start the race now because I'm a few minutes late
How well I remember that day I finished the Ironman CDA triathlon, 06/27/2004
I had numerous races under my belt by that time and I had started long-distance bicycling about 10 years earlier, only participating in organized events after moving to Seattle from South Carolina
That day in 2004, I remember standing there at the finish-line with my shoulders slumped, and such a great sense of accomplishment
2.4 miles swim in cold lake, 112 miles bicycle in moderate heat, which can't train for in Seattle, and then 26.2 miles of running, under 17 hours
From 9/11/2001 ( ) to 2/6/2004 ( as Kerry Burgess my final day as full-time employee of Microsoft Corporation in Seattle beginning 12/07/1998 ) is 878 days
From 5/25/1926 ( ) To 6/26/1988 ( ) is 22678 days
22678 = 11339 + 11339
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 11/18/1996 ( premiere USA film "Star Trek: First Contact" ) is 11339 days
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_Buildings_Act
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 08:03 AM Pacific-timezone USA Saturday 04/19/2025
