This is what I think.
I *think* because I do not know anything.
https://www.yahoo.com/news/corporals-reply-email-debacle-went-112601465.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enlisted_Professional_Military_Education
From 10/18/1946 ( ) To 5/21/2006 ( by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journal: Re: Journal May 21, 2006 ) is 21765 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/5/2025 ( ) is 21765 days
https://papersofprinceton.princeton.edu/princetonperiodicals/?a=d&d=Princetonian19461018-01.1.1&e=-------en-20--1--txt-txIN-------
From 11/20/1985 ( as Kerry Burgess my official enlisted US Navy documents includes: advancement from US Navy enlisted paygrade E-3 (undesignated) to E-4 - Fire Controlman Petty Officer Third Class (FC3) - US Navy fleet ship weapons-control ) To 6/5/2025 ( ) is 14442 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/18/2005 ( ) is 14442 days
From 11/20/1985 ( debut Microsoft Windows 1.0 ) To 6/5/2025 ( ) is 14442 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/18/2005 ( ) is 14442 days
Deserter-in-chief George W. Bush
https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/remarks-swearing-ceremony-for-john-d-negroponte-director-national-intelligence-and-michael
The American Presidency Project
George W. Bush
43rd President of the United States: 2001 ‐ 2009
Remarks at a Swearing-In Ceremony for John D. Negroponte as Director of National Intelligence and Michael V. Hayden as Deputy Director of National Intelligence
May 18, 2005
Good afternoon. Thank you for being here. I am honored and pleased to congratulate John Negroponte on becoming America's first Director of National Intelligence. I also congratulate General Mike Hayden on becoming on our Nation's first principal Deputy Director of National Intelligence.
from the private journal of Kerry Burgess: 11/1/2006 3:14 PM
May 4, 2005, was the day I went to the Kent Police department for help. I named George W. Bush specifically as one of the people harassing me. The policeman didn’t ask me any questions. He dumped me off at the St. Francis hospital in Federal Way where the first thing they did was secretly drug my food. I found it very hard to restrain the urge to laugh shortly after I had eaten.
excerpts
http://www.navy.mil/navydata/cno/speeches/clark-usna2002.txt
Admiral Vern Clark Remarks
United States Naval Academy Commencement
Annapolis, Maryland
24 May 2002
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Graeme_West
Arthur Graeme West
From Wikipedia
Arthur Graeme West (1891 – 3 April 1917) was a British writer and war poet. West was born in Eaton, Norfolk, educated at Highgate School, then Blundell's School and Balliol College, Oxford, and killed by a sniper in 1917.
Military service
West enlisted as a Private with the Public Schools Battalion in January 1915.
Writing
West is principally known for one book, The Diary of a Dead Officer (1919), which presents a scathing picture of army life and is said to be one of the most vivid accounts of daily life in the trenches.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57293/god-how-i-hate-you-you-young-cheerful-men
Poetry Foundation
“God! How I hate you, you young cheerful men”
BY ARTHUR GRAEME WEST
God! How I hate you, you young cheerful men,
Whose pious poetry blossoms on your graves
As soon as you are in them, nurtured up
By the salt of your corruption, and the tears
Of mothers, local vicars, college deans,
And flanked by prefaces and photographs
From all you minor poet friends—the fools—
Who paint their sentimental elegies
Where sure, no angel treads; and, living, share
The dead’s brief immortality
Oh Christ!
To think that one could spread the ductile wax
Of his fluid youth to Oxford’s glowing fires
And take her seal so ill! Hark how one chants—
“Oh happy to have lived these epic days”—
“These epic days”! And he’d been to France,
And seen the trenches, glimpsed the huddled dea
In the periscope, hung in the rusting wire:
Chobed by their sickley fœtor, day and night
Blown down his throat: stumbled through ruined hearths,
Proved all that muddy brown monotony,
Where blood’s the only coloured thing. Perhaps
Had seen a man killed, a sentry shot at night,
Hunched as he fell, his feet on the firing-step,
His neck against the back slope of the trench,
And the rest doubled up between, his head
Smashed like and egg-shell, and the warm grey brain
Spattered all bloody on the parados:
Had flashed a torch on his face, and known his friend,
Shot, breathing hardly, in ten minutes—gone!
Yet still God’s in His heaven, all is right
In the best possible of worlds. The woe,
Even His scaled eyes must see, is partial, only
A seeming woe, we cannot understand.
God loves us, God looks down on this out strife
And smiles in pity, blows a pipe at times
And calls some warriors home. We do not die,
God would not let us, He is too “intense,”
Too “passionate,” a whole day sorrows He
Because a grass-blade dies. How rare life is!
On earth, the love and fellowship of men,
Men sternly banded: banded for what end?
Banded to maim and kill their fellow men—
For even Huns are men. In heaven above
A genial umpire, a good judge of sport,
Won’t let us hurt each other! Let’s rejoice
God keeps us faithful, pens us still in fold.
Ah, what a faith is ours (almost, it seems,
Large as a mustard-seed)—we trust and trust,
Nothing can shake us! Ah, how good God is
To suffer us to be born just now, when youth
That else would rust, can slake his blade in gore,
Where very God Himself does seem to walk
The bloody fields of Flanders He so loves!
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57292/the-night-patrol
Poetry Foundation
The Night Patrol
BY ARTHUR GRAEME WEST
France, March 1916.
Over the top! The wire’s thin here, unbarbed
Plain rusty coils, not staked, and low enough:
Full of old tins, though—“When you’re through, all three,
Aim quarter left for fifty yards or so,
Then straight for that new piece of German wire;
See if it’s thick, and listen for a while
For sounds of working; don’t run any risks;
About an hour; now, over!”
And we placed
Our hands on the topmost sand-bags, leapt, and stood
A second with curved backs, then crept to the wire,
Wormed ourselves tinkling through, glanced back, and dropped.
The sodden ground was splashed with shallow pools,
And tufts of crackling cornstalks, two years old,
No man had reaped, and patches of spring grass.
Half-seen, as rose and sank the flares, were strewn
The wrecks of our attack: the bandoliers,
Packs, rifles, bayonets, belts, and haversacks,
Shell fragments, and the huge whole forms of shells
Shot fruitlessly—and everywhere the dead.
Only the dead were always present—present
As a vile sickly smell of rottenness;
The rustling stubble and the early grass,
The slimy pools — the dead men stank through all,
Pungent and sharp; as bodies loomed before,
And as we passed, they stank: then dulled away
To that vague fœtor, all encompassing,
Infecting earth and air. They lay, all clothed,
Each in some new and piteous attitude
That we well marked to guide us back: as he,
Outside our wire, that lay on his back and crossed
His legs Crusader-wise: I smiled at that,
And thought on Elia and his Temple Church.
From him, at quarter left, lay a small corpse,
Down in a hollow, huddled as in a bed,
That one of us put his hand on unawares.
Next was a bunch of half a dozen men
All blown to bits, an archipelago
Of corrupt fragments, vexing to us three,
Who had no light to see by, save the flares.
On such a trail, so light, for ninety yards
We crawled on belly and elbows, till we saw,
Instead of lumpish dead before our eyes,
The stakes and crosslines of the German wire.
We lay in shelter of the last dead man,
Ourselves as dead, and heard their shovels ring
Turning the earth, then talk and cough at times.
A sentry fired and a machine-gun spat;
They shot a glare above us, when it fell
And spluttered out in the pools of No Man’s Land,
We turned and crawled past the remembered dead:
Past him and him, and them and him, until,
For he lay some way apart, we caught the scent
Of the Crusader and slide past his legs,
And through the wire and home, and got our rum.
Source: The Diary of a Dead Officer (1918)
excerpts
http://www.navy.mil/navydata/cno/speeches/clark-usna2002.txt
Admiral Vern Clark Remarks
United States Naval Academy Commencement
Annapolis, Maryland
24 May 2002
ADMIRAL CLARK:
First of all, my congratulations to you Marines who just received your commission. Well done.
To you future Ensigns in the Class of 2002, make the Marines your friends. They are our number one joint partners. If there's anything that I say to you today that is a directive, I direct you to never forget that.
From 4/3/1917 ( Arthur Graeme West killed during World War I ) To 5/14/1990 ( departing as enlisted US Navy Fire Controlman Petty Officer Second Class (FC2)(paygrade E-5) Kerry Wayne Burgess my honorable discharge from United States Navy active service ) is 26704 days
26704 = 13352 + 13352
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/24/2002 ( ) is 13352 days
From 12/24/1951 ( premiere USA TV series "Hallmark Hall of Fame" ) To 5/24/2002 ( ) is 18414 days
18414 = 9207 + 9207
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/17/1991 ( the date of record of my US 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
From 12/20/1994 ( an aviator 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 5/24/2002 ( ) is 2712 days
2712 = 1356 + 1356
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/20/1969 ( 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-Luna 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 1356 days
From 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 ) To 5/24/2002 ( ) is 2521 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/27/1972 ( premiere USA film "A Separate Peace" ) is 2521 days
excerpts
https://www.navy.mil/navydata/cno/clark/speeches/clark-usna2002.txt
Admiral Vern Clark Remarks
United States Naval Academy Commencement
Annapolis, Maryland
24 May 2002
ADMIRAL CLARK: Congratulations, Ensigns.
I have one last thing to say. Go write some history.
https://www.yahoo.com/news/corporals-reply-email-debacle-went-112601465.html
Yahoo! News
INSIDER
This corporal's 'reply all' email debacle went viral. When the memes blew up, a top Marine took notice.
Kelsey Baker
Sat, June 7, 2025 at 4:26 AM PDT
A young Marine's course certificate accidentally made it into thousands of government inboxes.
The "reply allpocalypse" spurred a barrage of memes, making the corporal famous.
The saga came to an end Thursday with an unexpected surprise.
The Marine Corps is going wild after an email accidentally sent to the entire service resulted in the top enlisted Marine surprising his troops and the young corporal at the center of all of it.
The latest development is the culmination of a story that started in April, when Cpl. Andrew Hundley's boss routed his online course certificate up to colleagues for record-keeping. The message went well beyond the intended recipients.
With the online training out of the way, Hundley, a 24-year-old cyberspace defense operator, could apply for a spot at the follow-on in-person course required for promotion. That course tackles topics like public speaking and military tactics.
But when the staff sergeant hit "send," the senior Marine accidentally unleashed a "reply allpocalyspe," emailing the entire service and more. Reply-alls began flooding inboxes. Almost just as quickly came the memes, which would last for weeks.
Alarmed, his boss called Hundley to explain his certificate had gone to untold corners of the government.
"There's been this problem," Hundley recalled her saying to Business Insider. At first he was worried about either of them getting in trouble— the email had made it outside the Corps too, fielding quizzical responses from the Army, Naval Criminal Investigative Services, FBI, and even the White House, Hundley said.
"A lot of them were kind of confused why they were getting the email," he said. Some thought it was a phishing attempt.
Despite the initial stress, Hundley noted that his leaders were quick to assuage his concerns during his rocket to Marine Corps fame and kept tabs on him as the memes kept coming.
A Change.org petition to have the service's chief officer, Commandant Eric Smith, attend Hundley's in-person course graduation took off, picking up over 1,600 signatures. It would be highly unusual for a Beltway-based top leader who oversees around 170,000 troops to attend the graduation for a routine enlisted course.
The commandant didn't show up, but on Thursday, Smith's partner, Sgt. Maj. of the Marine Corps Carlos Ruiz, appeared unannounced, amid both applause and laughter, to present Hundley and his classmates with their graduation certificates.
Marine Corps spokesperson Gunnery Sgt. Jordan Gilbert said the petition gave Ruiz a chuckle.
"The Marine Corps gods have called upon me," Ruiz said as he entered the event Thursday. "They were setting up a schedule, and the schedule somehow ended up with — where you at, Hundley? Raise your hand."
A sergeant major serves as a unit's senior enlisted advisor and is the right-hand to the unit's commanding officer— in Ruiz's case, that's Gen. Smith. An enlisted leader may be subordinate in rank to an officer, but they bring decades of experience and function as a team.
Among other things, sergeants major are focused on unit welfare and troop morale — topics on which Ruiz has previously testified before Congress. That may well be why he decided to surprise Hundley and others, undoubtably a morale boost for the Marines.
The email that went out about the corporal was "an unintentional, so innocent email that went to everyone," Ruiz said. But then it went rogue. What triggered the email storm were all the people who replied all, followed by more who replied all asking the first group of people to stop.
"For three or four days, as I traveled the Corps, the question was not about barracks or quality of life," Ruiz said, referring to the service's $11 billion effort to overhaul shoddy barracks.
"It's 'Corporal Hundley!'" he exclaimed. "And that's why the gods have called me to see you graduate."
In an institution that reveres authentic leadership, Ruiz holds a high standing among many, including Hundley, who said that he was at once "amazed, shocked, and terrified" to see Ruiz walk in — he hadn't expected such a senior leader to actually show up.
Ruiz presented the class with their graduation certificates and spoke briefly with Hundley afterward.
"That the Sergeant Major is taking time out of his day, and out of his schedule just to come and see us," Hundley said. "It was an amazing feeling because it shows how much he cares."
"He most definitely fosters this idea of care for everyone in the Marine Corps," regardless of rank Hundley said of Ruiz.
"And I think that's an amazing leadership trait that anyone can have, having the humility to realize that we're all people and that we all have our own important things that we can offer up."
Having received an overwhelming amount of congratulatory messages from around the world, Hundley said the entire experience has left him feeling humbled and eager to give back to his community. A handful of classmates asked him to sign their course certificates.
Email storms happen every now and then within the US government. In 2007, a Homeland Security Department-based email chain ended up flooding over 2 million inboxes, including those of a nuclear power station in Illinois. More recently, in 2023, the Senate's email system tanked after thousands of staffers replied all to a security drill. The Hundley email debacle, however, might be the military's most amusing one.
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."
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0667890/
IMDb
The Outer Limits
S3.E17
Feasibility Study
Episode aired Jul 11, 1997
Stargate: Universe - "Air" - tv series premiere episodes 1 & 2 of 3 - 10/02/2009
(from internet transcript)
RILEY: System's not responding, sir.
YOUNG: I need to get these people out of here.
RUSH (gesturing to the Gate): We have a way out.
YOUNG: We don't know what's on the other side. Dammit, Rush!
WALLACE: Can't be worse than here, can it?
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 10:07 AM Pacific-timezone USA Saturday 06/07/2025
