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December 24, 2005

Christmas Eve...

SWWBO and I are off to spend Christmas with the Old Vet and his Lady, as well as the Armorer-Sister and her family. We may or may not check in much. The Old Vet has not yet discovered the joys of cable modemry and wireless.

Bill - if you notice the Christmas Posts aren't posted, publish 'em, wouldja?

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THE SANDS OF CHRISTMAS

by Michael Marks

I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh,
And looked across the table where the bills were piled too high.

The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix,
My stocks were down another point, the Chargers lost by six.

And so with only minutes till my son got home from school
I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool.

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SC 5048. Christmas dinner of enlisted men at Valdahon, 1917.


The burdens that I carried were about all I could take,
And so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break.

I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust,
No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust.

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SC 163532. A 1942 Santa arriving by tank instead of outdated sleigh. Sgt. Hiram Prouty playing Santa for British children. Dec 5, 1942. Perham Downs, England. M.3. Tank of 1st Tank Group. Sgt. Prouty, member of 175th Inf.


And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh,
Eight Humvees ran a column right behind an M1A.

A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his teens
Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and lean.

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SC 196443-S. Pfc. Edmund Dill opens the Christmas package received from his wife. His buddies share the treat. Left, Pfc. Carl Anker; Right, Sergt. Ted Bailey. ETO, 11/18/44


They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered tight,
Their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a silent night.

Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against the wind,
To share a scrap of mail and dreams of going home again,

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SC 262132. 25 Dec 1944. Sgt. Edward F. Good feeds his buddy a leg of Christmas turkey, Pfc. Lloyd Deming. Both are casualties at the 2nd Field Hosp, (San Jose, Mindoro, PI)


There wasn't much at all to put their lonely hearts at ease,
They had no Christmas turkey, just a pack of MREs.

They didn't have a garland or a stocking I could see,
They didn't need an ornament--they lacked a Christmas tree.

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SC 197242. Seated at a box in a storehouse for artillery shells, in Germany, Pvt. Walter E. Prsybyla, member of the 2nd Infantry Division, addresses Christmas cards to the folks back home. 11/30/44. B Btry, 37th FA, 2nd Inf. Div., FUSA, Heckhalenfeld, Germany.


They didn't have a present even though it was tradition,
The only boxes I could see were labeled "ammunition."

I felt a little tug and found my son now by my side,
He asked me what it was I feared, and why it was I
cried.

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SC 387038. Men of Co "F", 9th Inf Regt, 2nd U.S. Inf Div, enjoy their Christmas Day dinner at CO HQS, Korea. 25 December 1951.


I swept him up into my arms and held him oh so near
And kissed him on the forehead as I whispered in his ear.

"There's nothing wrong, my little son, for safe we sleep tonight
Our heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right,

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CC 73569. Vietnam…The Army Band plays Christmas music at the Tan Son Nhut Airbase during the holiday season. 22-29 Dec 1970.


To worry on the things in life that mean nothing at all,
Instead of wondering if we will be the next to fall."

He looked at me as children do and said, "It's always right,
To thank the ones who help us and perhaps that we should write."

And so we pushed aside the bills and sat to draft a note,
To thank the many far from home and this is what we wrote:

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"God bless you all and keep you safe and speed your way back home.
Remember that we love you so, and that you're not alone.

The gift you give you share with all, a present every day,
You give the gift of liberty and that we can't repay."


Michael Marks: "I freely submit this poem for reprint without reservation--this is an open and grateful tribute to the men and women who serve every day to keep our nation safe." Ergo, used with permission!

And we would be remiss if we were to neglect our Canadian Brothers-in-Arms, who serve alongside us in Afghanistan and do stand in harms way.

Be Safe, everybody. And God Bless You, Each and Every One! Especially you Atheists, who can't mind...! But especially the Denizen/nes, to whom we may add a few officially for the New Year. Whether they want to be associated with us or not...

And may there be none of this, today and tomorrow.

This day in 1944. 24 December.

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Infantrymen, attached to the 4th Armored Division, fire at German troops, in the American advance to relieve the pressure on surrounded airborne troops in Bastogne.(Photo credits: U.S. National Archives)

This year I'm excerpting from the Official History - The Ardennes: Battle of the Bulge, by Hugh Cole. Continuing with that theme:

The assault on the morning of the 24th followed what had become standard tactics with the 4th Armored. First came a short concentration fired by the artillery. There followed an advance into the village by two teams, each composed of one tank and one infantry company working closely together. As at Chaumont and Warnach there was little trouble from the enemy artillery, for by this time the 5th Parachute Division was rationed to only seven rounds per howitzer a day. Mostly the German infantry held their fire until the Americans were in the streets, then cut loose with their bazookas, light mortars, and small arms. While the two assault companies of the 53d advanced from house to house the tanks of the 37th blasted the buildings ahead, machine-gunned the Germans when they broke into the open, and set barns and out-buildings afire with tracer bullets. One team burst through to the northern exit road and the garrison was trapped. By 1100 the village was clear. Most of the 328 prisoners taken here were from the 13th Parachute Regiment, which had just been released from its flank guard positions farther to the east on Heilmann's insistence that the 5th Parachute Division could not possibly block the American drive north with only two of its regiments in hand.

The pitched battles at Bigonville and Warnach on 24 December made a considerable dent in the front line fighting strength of the 5th Parachute Division but failed to bring CCR and CCA appreciably closer to Bastogne. CCB, the most advanced of the combat commands, had only two platoons of medium tanks left after the affair at Chaumont and had spent the day quietly waiting for replacement tanks from the repair echelons and for the rest of the division to draw abreast. Meanwhile the American paratroopers and their heterogeneous comrades inside the Bastogne perimeter fought and waited, confining their radio messages to oblique hints that the 4th Armored should get a move on. Thus, at the close of the 23d McAuliffe sent the message: "Sorry I did not get to shake hands today. I was disappointed." A less formal exhortation from one of his staff reached the 4th Armored command post at midnight: "There is only one more shopping day before Christmas! " [Ok, ok, emphasis mine, I admit it!]

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December 23, 2005

Another small giant has passed..

...and another light of the Greatest Generation dims. Jeff Quinton has the story of Lt. Col. Horace “Sally” Crouch.

A Doolittle Raider. There's a select group of men. The first to strike back at Japan - flying from the deck of the Hornet, made famous when Roosevelt referred to her as the "Shangri-la."

Now is the time at Castle Argghhh! when we dance, In Memoriam.

This all brings to mind something percolating in my head since last night, when SWWBO and I went to eat at a local eatery, the Ten Penny Bar and Grill, just up the road from the Castle.

The place was full of people I knew, from work or Rotary, and SWWBO for some reason was impressed with all the people I know. Bob and Gary from work were there with their families, as was Bill and his daughter, from Rotary. Bill, an active Rotarian for many years, is now in his 80's - still active, but slowing down a bit. They were done with dinner, and Bill doesn't get around as well as he used to once. At least today he didn't need his walker. But Bill was a Soldier once, and young, to borrow a phrase.

And, as they say, "It's not the years, it's the mileage."

Bill jumped into Normandy in 1944. He jumped into Holland in 1944. He was trucked into Belgium, this little town called Bastogne, in 1944. And Bill walked and rode trucks into Germany in 1945. I'm guessing that those were some hard miles.

Like these three excerpts from another Screaming Eagle, Donald Burgett, who fought side-by-side with Bill. From his book Currahee! - a worthy read for anyone who wants some insight into American Soldiery - yesterdays or todays.

Normandy:

The time was 1:14AM, June 6, 1944. Suddenly the green light flashed on.

"Let's go," screamed Lieutenant Muir at the top of his voice, and he, along with Carter and Thomas, gave the big bundle a shove. Lieutenant Muir followed it out: Carter did a quick left turn and following him into the prop blast: Thomas did a right turn and followed Carter. I could see their static lines snap tight against the edge of the door and vibrate there with the force of the outside wind pulling them.

"Go," a voice screamed in my brain, "hurry!" Speed was the most important thing now, so we would all land as close together as possible. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion again, but I knew that it was really happening in just fractions f seconds as I made my right turn into the door and with a left pivot leaped into dark space.

There were thirteen men following me out the door, but I couldn't see any of them. Doubled up and grasping my reserve chute, I could feel the rush of air, hear the crackling of the canopy as it unfurled, followed by the sizzling suspension lines, then the connector links whistling past the back of the helmet. Instinctively the muscles of my body tensed for the opening shock, which nearly unjointed me when the canopy blasted open. From the time I left the door until the chute opened, less than three seconds had elapsed.. I pulled the risers apart to check the canopy and saw tracer bullets passing through it; at the same moment I hit the ground and came in backward so hard the I was momentarily stunned.

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Some people are having *too* much fun

Such as the inestimable Fuzzybear Lioness, who is appears to be making a bid to displace Bad Cat Robot as the blogosphere's premier snarkstress.

Heh. Picking on the old guy.

Howsomever, she *did* manage to squeeze out a compliment

I don’t remember much of what we talked about, but I know I enjoyed myself. Maybe next time I’ll let him get a word in edgewise.

I have that effect on wimmin. I'm a walkin' 'rita, in that respect.

Unfortunately, the effect is usually short-lived and they get back to nit-picking as soon as the chocolate's gone...

Yeah I know--I still need to post the details of that particular journey from Helheim. I'm just taking a quick break from saving the Free World contractoring so's I can earn my keep. After all, John dragged my ass into this gig keeps threatening reminding me that I'm supposed to spend my entire waking life inject the occasional bit of humor into the proceedings around here...

Looking for a work-safe singing Christmas card? Crank it up--this is one everybody (except the Simon Legree who keeps peering over your cube wall) will enjoy. Nice research, Szilvi, Gergely and Zoltan.

H/t to V29.

And the Lady Christine weighs in with an updated (and whimsical) combination of The Night Before Christmas Meets It's A Wonderful Life.

Thanks, Ma'am!

Dbie the AFSister has a--well, sorta-kinda "work safe except for ry"--Christmas card.

Barb takes a non-PC peek at the season. And about the headphone warning? Be very afraid--you already know she's *not* a shrinking violet!

Geez--Santa working for the NSA? Jay over at Stop the ACLU has done the research. Tsk. Who'd a-thunk it...

Up in Alan's neck of the woods, Darcey of Dust My Broom takes a swipe (and connects) at the hypocrisy of Libs.

*sigh* Back to the grindstone.

by CW4BillT on Dec 23, 2005 | Denizen Link-Fest!

Oh, let's have some Grinchiness...

We hafta be fair and balanced, right? Sez so in some penumbra or emanation somewhere...

Watch out, fat man! H/t, CAPT H.

Heh. Just, heh. As a conservative who moves in Charitable circles... I could tell some stories. As a property-rights advocate, the owner can do what he wants, IAW whatever contracts may be in place - but this is just small-minded, mean, petty, and childish. And shows the owners true colors.

And, in a spectacular display of my bad taste - though there are some that are badly done, I don't think all the targets here look all that bad. Though I'd hope, if I was a neighbor, they got turned off around 10PM or so... Ours are on a timer to shut off around midnight - but the left and right neighbors are protected by foliage, and the high school across the street is unoccupied save for people with bad intentions...

Dolt. There is a time and a place. What an arrogant poltroon.

Update: I'd like to thank the bearded fat guy (no, it wasn't a mirror, nor Santa) who, sharing a few moments in proximity to me while I was headed away from Westlake's Ace Hardware (their fault, too - it was their Christmas Muzak he was singing along with) who left me with this damn earbug... Fleas on my dog.

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by John on Dec 23, 2005 | Pugnacious Stupidity
» Stop The ACLU links with: Merry Christmas To All

America Supports you...

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Thousands of Christmas wreaths are nestled against headstones in Section 27 at Arlington National Cemetery in Arlington, Va., on Dec. 15, 2005. Hundreds of volunteers gathered at Arlington to place more than five thousand donated Christmas wreaths on head stones in the cemetery. The 14th annual wreath laying event is a result of Worcester Wreath Company owner Morrill Worcester's boyhood dream of doing something to honor those laid to rest in the National Cemetery. DoD photo by Master Sgt. Jim Varhegyi, U.S. Air Force. (Released)

And the living -

America Supports You: Company Decorates Military Families' Homes By Sgt. Sara Wood, USA American Forces Press Service WASHINGTON, Dec. 22, 2005 – A professional decorating company aimed to make this holiday season a little brighter for military families by donating Christmas decorations to more than 30 families of deployed servicemembers. Christmas Decor, a Texas-based company that specializes in designing and installing outdoor holiday decorations, chose the families from more than 200 applicants across the country and gave them a customized decoration display, said Brandon Stephens, director of marketing for Christmas Decor.

The whole thing is here. You should drop by and say thank you. [note to trolls: If you hate what they're doing, buzz off, it's their money and time.]

News from the Fronts...

The ever estimable fellas at Strategy Page have two real gems today.

I wonder if the left's darling, Peacekeeping, will remain as popular with them when they regain power in Congress and get to play with the budget:

PEACEKEEPING: Training More Expensive Than For War December 23, 2005: Training for peacekeeping is turning out to be more expensive than getting ready for a war. A prime example of this can be seen in the U.S. Army's JRTC (Joint Readiness Training Center) at Fort Polk, Louisiana. Not too long ago, putting a brigade through a month of realistic training at JRTC cost $2 million. But it costs $9 million to run the same brigade through a month of peacekeeping training (for Iraq or Afghanistan.) The major additional cost is payroll. Over 800 civilians, including either Afghan or Iraqi-Americans, are brought in and trained how to act as civilians, aid workers, reporters and so on. In effect, the troops get to play parts in a very realistic simulation of what the trainees are going to face for real in a few months. About two hundred veterans of those battle zones dress, and play, the part of the various bad guys. All this is supervised by troops and civilians who run the JRTC. Thousands of man hours go into setting the scene and writing the script. Unlike a movie, however, there can be many endings to this adventure. The trainees have many, very realistic, opportunities, to make mistakes. Thus the debriefings are one of the most important parts of the exercise. The trainee commanders are given a blunt assessment of their performance. If they didn't make some mistakes, they are reminded of that, and asked if this was just luck, or that they knew what they were doing. For mistakes, the correct solutions are provided.

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On this day in 1944. 23 December.

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TWO WAY TRAFFIC AT BASTOGNE by Olin Dows, Belgium, 1944. Center for Military History Collection.


This year I'm excerpting from the Official History - The Ardennes: Battle of the Bulge, by Hugh Cole. Continuing with that theme:

When daylight came on 23 December the 26th Division had little to show for its night attack. The 104th Infantry held Grosbous, but the 328th was checked at Grevils-Brésil by a company of stubborn German infantry backed up with a few tanks. In the woods south of Grosbous the men of Company E, 104th Infantry, had taken on more than they had bargained for: a couple of hundred riflemen from the 915th Regiment led in person by the regimental commander. (The American regimental commander had to throw in Company I, but even so this pocket was not wiped out until Christmas Eve.)

Although the right wing of the 26th Division was driving along the boundary between the isolated forward regiment of the 352d Volks Grenadier Division and the incoming Fuehrer Grenadier Brigade, only a small part of the new brigade was in contact with the forward American battalions early on the 23d. The German brigade commander had been seriously wounded by a shell fragment while reconnoitering on the previous evening, the hurried march to action had prevented unified commitment, and the heavy woods south of the Sure made control very difficult. Also there were troubles with fuel.

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by John on Dec 23, 2005 | Historical Stuff
» The Middle Ground links with: Patton's Prayer

December 22, 2005

And in keeping with what may (or may not) be considered tradition

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Heh. Now that *that's* out of the way...

As a trucker stops for a red light, a blonde catches up. She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck and knocks on the door. The trucker lowers the window and she says, "Hi! My name is Heather and you are losing some of your load!"

The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street.

When the truck stops for another red light, the girl catches up again. She jumps out of her car, runs up and knocks on the door. Again, the trucker lowers the window. As if they've never spoken, the blonde chirps, "Hi! My name is Heather and you are losing some of your load!"

Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the street.

At the third red light, the same thing happens again. Breathlessly, the blonde gets out of her car, runs up and knocks on the truck door. The trucker rolls down the