Four From You

From NavyDavy: this website is a Nationwide Gravesite Locator. You type in the name, only last name required, and it locates where the Veteran (spouse/child) is interned. It really is an amazing service and just in time for Memorial Day.

From Mark: Marine Sgt. Al Brenner, a wounded warrior, is looking for assistance as he transitions to the civilian world.

From Kris: Professor Ermin Sinanovic, an Assistant Professor in the Department of Political Science at the United States Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland who will be teaching the following course titled “Muslim World Affairs.”

From CoffeyPot: Marine Maj. James Weirick, an attorney assigned to Marine Corps Combat Development Command in Quantico, Va., alleges Commandant Gen. Jim Amos, or others acting on his behalf, deliberately sought to manipulate the legal process, effectively stacking the deck against the scout snipers (urinating on dead insurgents in Afghanistan.)

Thanks, Guys (and Gals) for sending the tips. Good links, of which I may or may not agree with all the content of. . .

Telling Father McBrian

I should not laugh at misfortune, but when the tale is told so hilariously, how can I not but crack up at Ex Bootneck’s dit?

I once came home on leave and arrived at ‘daft-o-clock’ in the morning, having endured an epic journey with very little sleep. I awoke late morning knowing full well that my parents were out at work and that I had the house to my self. After a quick shower & shave I headed down to the kitchen for ‘brunch’ and a pot of tea.

As I was ‘home-alone’ I simply had a towel wrapped around my waist, when the phone rang. As I reached over for it I slipped off the stool and cracked my knee, knocking the pint pot of tea all over the table. I jumped up to grab a tea towel to soak up the mess, and promptly did the splits on the tiled floor; this then led to an outburst of agonised Bootneck profanity that lasted a few minutes…

Just as my little Irish Grandmother stuck her head around the door and said (as she made the sign of the cross), “So your up and about then! Well you can tell Father McBrian all about this at Sunday morning confession, and ask him for ten Hail Mary’s and ten Our Fathers; and Iv’e a mind to wash your mouth out with soap too”!

(‘Gran’ had been in the sitting room all morning, waiting patiently for her blue eyed favourite Grandson to come home on leave)… 

I know what soap tastes like from past experience, at least my parents didn’t use ‘Wrights Coal Tar’ carbolic soap, as ‘Gran’ did when we were kids.

Trust me, I’ve my share of boo-boos. I count 14 stitches on my hands alone…

Number 12077 Goes Agro

What price do you put on a life, does £710- or $1,103- seem appropriate?

There are days when I burst with pride at being English, as well as being British.

Cancel both today for at least 24 hours…

Quick background introduction…

The previous Labour Socialist Government (courtesy of Tony Blair & Gordon Brown) tore the heart out of the United Kingdom, as well as its economy, and left us in serious debt. The fight to regain solvency and dignity began when David Cameron’s Conservative party ousted the Champagne socialists. They got my vote…

tony-b'liar

They [Blair/Brown] also lied to us, the people! ‘Blatantly lied’ over how many immigrants, legal and illegal, had been allowed into the country under their watch. Not the 120 thousand or so that they were forced to admit to; but several hundred thousand, which was discovered through hard nosed investigative journalism. Good old Tony B’liar & Gordon ‘the clown’ Brown even suspended and relaxed immigration controls to allow them through. In doing so they also allowed, war criminals, terrorists, rapists, murderers, thieves, organised crime syndicates, and slave traffickers, a means of access to conduct their business from the United Kingdom. Each taking benefits and free housing along the way!

gordon clownAnd why, you may be asking you’re self? Why did they allow the dregs of Europe to enter and rape and pillage our country and benefits system? Easy answer, it allowed them to plant and sow hundreds of thousands of potential Labour voters into the UK electoral system, which they would reap the benefit from through the following family’s generations. Hooray for Socialism!

Having vented my spleen somewhat, and provided you with a quick heads up, I will continue with the value of a life; but allow me to digress a little further…

Both wars in Iraq cost us dearly, through the loss of life as well as financially. From the first war we did not learn any real lessons from a military point of view. Through constant surveillance on the ‘Soviets’ throughout the cold war, we understood the workings of ‘Soviet tactics’ that are influenced upon any regime that purchases their military hardware (as it happens Soviet tactics do not work against the West’s military stratagem, especially when they are used in defence).

This point was proven in the second Iraq war, by allowing the Iraqi’s to sit and fester within ‘dug in’ defensive positions for a few months. Their Main Battle Tanks were not maintained, the *batteries of the MBT’s as well as light Armoured Fighting Vehicles were drained due to their secondary use of running lighting, fridges, TV’s, and radios. Adding to the problem was the difficulty of operating in desert conditions in front line positions over a long period, *dysentery becomes endemic, especially with an army known for its lack of hygiene standards at base level.

When the war started and the attack began, Iraqi *MBT’s and AFV’s were unable to electrically traverse their turrets toward the line of battle as it advanced towards them; they had to be slowly ‘organ-grinded’ by hand. No batteries no power, which also meant the vehicles could not withdraw; hence the graphic turkey shoots witnessed by all on TV. *Dysentery also destroyed effective manpower as well as morale.

Back to the value of a life (we are almost there)…

Once the battle for Iraq had been won, the real war started. We all know how the downtrodden people of Iraq turned their freedom into martyrdom, Muslim good- against-Christian evil, etc, etc… To turn the tide and to win over the people it required a few good Iraqi men to assist the coalition forces. The same genuine men who believed in true freedom, and the further belief that the liberation of their country would only truly happen when the internal conflict ceased. Step forwards the Iraqi (soon to be professional) Interpreter.

The coalition forces were fortunate in that most Iraqi’s speak decent English as a secondary language. The first POW’s taken from the first firefight surrender (as the first round went down), handed over information that an Intel officer could only dream of. For a packet of cigarettes handed through the barbed wire holding pen, the Iraqi would sell his soul to the devil; they also wanted shot of Saddam Hussein so it was a win, win, situation for all concerned.

As the hostilities continued after the fall of Iraq, there was only one way to gain true Intel, and that was through the services of Interpreters in the pay of the coalition forces. Initially the source was poor, until the wheat was separated from the chaff. Eventually, at the level required, trust and equal respect from both sides emerged, as the interpreters stood side by side through numerous firefights whilst monitoring electrical traffic and transferring the ‘devils tongue’ to a Christian passage. They also brought local knowledge and information from hard line areas that would normally take weeks, if not months, of groundwork and hard patrolling. The death toll and serious injuries amongst Interpreters remains shrouded for obvious reasons; many remain anonymous by name, and still live within Iraq, ready for a call if and when required in the future.

When it was discovered that the same people were receiving death threats, as well as being murdered for assisting the British Armed Forces; David Cameron offered a place of sanctuary here in the UK, and accepted those who chose to leave, they were granted ‘political migrant’ status.

Afghanistan, modern day; we are now at the point required…

The same Prime Minister, David Cameron, now denies the same ‘political Status’ to those Interpreters who have worked with every branch of the British Armed Forces on active duty, as well as those whose skills were sought within the British Foreign office in Kabul. There are those amongst them who have stood shoulder to shoulder with British troops engaged in long firefights; as well as actions unreported due to the restrictions of Special Forces clandestine ops. The same conduct would merit medals of courage and bravery had they been British. Twenty-six have been killed, some whilst attending to the wounded in battle; many have been seriously maimed. More than enough have been murdered for plying their trade.

The Foreign office is now dismissing the same people with a months wage in their pocket (£710-), giving them two hours to pack and then leave their place of work to ‘return from whence they came’, to the strong possibility of a death sentence. Some have served with distinction for over six years; they now live in total fear as their parental homes are literally daubed with the mark of death by extremist groups.

Without being dramatic over the issue, these same people have saved countless lives, as well as expensive military equipment through their interpretational skills and services. In comparison it would cost nothing to allow those who deserve the right to ‘political migrant’ status, to enjoy a quality of life within the United Kingdom. Their services could be better employed over here in the fight against terrorism, which has now spread throughout Europe.

Afghan interpreters launch UK legal bid

 Britain Afghan Interpreters 1

Former British soldiers Patrick Hennessey, left, and Jake Wood, right, and Interpreter “Mohammad”, centre, hold a wreath outside the Foreign Office in London, Friday, May 3, 2013. Campaigners and two former British soldiers gathered to deliver a box with over 70,000 signatures calling on the UK government to grant Afghan interpreters asylum, a wreath was laid in memory of the 26 Afghan interpreters who have already been killed while serving with British forces. (AP Photo/Kirsty Wigglesworth)

£710- or $1,103- is the price of a life in Afghanistan according to the Foreign Office.

For those who have served with honour and distinction it is priceless…

Yours Aye.

P.S. In 2008, the fighting tenacity of the British actress Joanna Lumley, supported by the general public, shamed the Labour Government into giving the Gurkha Regiment the rights to British citizenship. It is hoped that ‘Mohammad’s crusade will be supported by the decent people who stepped forward in support of ‘Johnnie Gurkha’; each have unflinchingly assisted our Armed Forces in their time of need.

The F-35 Moves Forward

If you are a red-blooded American, or just a red-blooded friend of America, you will be gratified to know that there is good news about the JSF:

U.S. Marine Corps Lt. Col. Rodger Hardy delivers the fourth F-35A Lightning II to the 422nd Test and Evaluation Squadron at Nellis Air Force Base, Nev. The aircrafts modern engine delivers more than 60 percent more thrust than any other aircraft of the same weight  Read more: http://www.foxnews.com/tech/2013/05/02/5th-generation-f-35-stealth-fighter-makes-headway/?intcmp=features#ixzz2SC5dpwL5

U.S. Marine Corps Lt. Col. Rodger Hardy delivers the fourth F-35A Lightning II to the 422nd Test and Evaluation Squadron at Nellis Air Force Base, Nev. The aircrafts modern engine delivers more than 60 percent more thrust than any other aircraft of the same weight.

F-35 Lighting II, the future jet, will give the U.S. the capability to fly into enemy space first and attack a target with precision weapons at long ranges to clear the way for further forces — without ever being detected.

Lockheed Martin’s F-35 Lightning II is a 5th-generation stealth fighter developed to safely penetrate areas without enemy radar seeing them — an enhanced degree of “invisibility” that the 4th generation cannot achieve. Last Friday, the U.S. Marine Corps’ VMFAT-501 training squadron in Florida’s Eglin AFB launched its first F-35B eight-ship, flew a mission, hot-pit refueled and went back up again.

This mission is the latest in a series of promising steps forward for the F-35.

Last month, the stealth fighter also had its landmark first short takeoff and vertical landing during a night mission. The test provided further data on the fighter’s special helmet and lighting in operations at night.

The JSF is pieced together in 46 states. I wonder what four missed the boat?

Matt Gallagher Remarks on Columbia and the Military

The Ivy League once provided the United States military with a great number of young officers. Those days are, of course, over. There are a couple of ivy el-tees here and there, but nothing like the heyday. A one-time blogger (Kaboom) turned student and writer Matt Gallagher went to his Columbia University military ball:

Random military picture included with Matt Gallagher's article

Random military picture included with Matt Gallagher’s article

Tonight, in 2013, we’re going to Columbia University’s Military Ball, my wife and I. Even though my particular graduate program doesn’t have a lot of Iraq and Afghanistan vets in it, the school as a whole does—more than 450 last year according to an article on Bloomberg.com, by far the highest number in the Ivy League. This is the school’s third annual Military Ball and is being held at Gotham Hall in midtown Manhattan. Our friends, both vet and civilian, promise we’ll have a good time.

Until we decided to go to this year’s ball, my blues had been boxed up in my mom’s garage, untouched since I’d left the Army. It takes me a long time to get ready, ensuring all my ribbons and badges are straight and in the correct order. I’ve forgotten how much the military revels in dog-and-pony shows. I realize that I’m proud of these ribbons and badges and of being able to wear them, modest in significance though they may be, even though my feelings about the war I earned them in remain complicated. I’ve grown more earnest about my service with time.

More earnest and angrier. Angrier with whom, and what, has proven a shifting target. Sometimes it’s with politicians. Sometimes it’s with anyone who didn’t go with us. Sometimes it’s with the yellow-ribbon patriots who won’t hire my former soldiers looking for work, or with the straw men who think we’re all victims, or all heroes, or all monsters. Sometimes it’s with myself.

Hand Salute for the tip: Lou from Bag Blog, thanks!

England’s day, this very day…

St. George’s Day 23rd April

St Georges Day just English

ENGLAND

MY COUNTRY

MY HERITAGE

MY HISTORY

23RD OF APRIL IS MY NATIONAL DAY,

I WILL CELEBRATE IT, EVEN IF I DO IT ALONE!

Saint George’s Day is celebrated on 23 April, the traditionally accepted date of Saint George’s death in AD 303.

St. George slaying the dragon is symbolic, and seen as triumph over evil.

As the light of dawn broke this morning I hoisted the flag of St. George, to proudly flutter gently in the breeze; it will do so until last light this evening. I celebrate this day each year, as it is my reminder that good will always conquer evil, (the same as I did whilst serving as a Royal Marines Commando). The same evil that is now being forced upon us by those who would wish to dominate and rule the world, through the teachings and hypocrisy from their holy book. They will be defeated, the harder they push, the stiffer the resistance, eventually they will be slain in the same way as the dragon! 

I am minded to place the following, which was first oath taken by the English Knights around 1119, just after the first Crusade (they fought as Templar Knights in the following crusades).

A little back ground on the Templar’s…

Templar Knight

The Knights Templar were the elite fighting force of their day, highly trained, well-equipped and highly motivated; one of the tenets of their religious order was that they were forbidden from retreating in battle unless outnumbered three to one, and even then only by order of their commander, or if the Templar flag went down, which was carried rear of the front ranks.

A key tactic of the Templar’s was that of the “heavy-horse charge”. A small group of knights and their heavily armed war-horses would gather into a tight unit which would gallop full speed at the enemy lines, with a determination and force of will that made it clear that they would rather commit suicide than fall back. This terrifying onslaught would frequently have the desired result of smashing a hole in the enemy lines, thereby giving the following Crusader forces an advantage. Even their horses were trained to fight in combat in full mounted armour, they were taught to flank kick on command, as well as rear up and trample.

The Templars, though relatively small in number, routinely joined other Christian armies in key battles. Once again they acted as shock troops by ramming through the enemy’s front lines at the beginning of a battle, or act as defensive fighters protecting the army from the rear as they withdrew from combat.

The Knights Oath, the Templar’s Oath

Militia Templi

Order of the Temple

Convent of,___ Anno Ordinis, ___ Anno Domini

OATH

In the name of the Father, of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.

I pledge myself, from now and forever, to the holy Militia of the Order of the Temple. I declare to take freely and solemnly oath of obedience, poverty and chastity, as well as fraternity, hospitality and preliation.

With this oath I state my strong and irrevocable intent;

To pledge my sword, my forces, my life and everything that I own to the cause, defence, honour and further knowledge of the Christian religion, of the Order of the Temple and of my companions in arms; to the rescue of the Temple of the Holy Sepulchre of our Lord Jesus Christ, of the Land of Palestine and the East and of the domains of our forefathers.

To submit to the Rule of our Holy Father Bernard, to the Transmission Chart, the Rules, Law and Decrees and all other statements issued in conformity to the Statutes of the Order; not to invest any Knight or divulgate title, grade, ritual or other custom of the Order unless authorised by the Statutes; to obey unconditionally and always, within the Establishments of the Order and without, and in all walks of life, the Grand Master and the high Officers of the Order, collectively and singularly.

To love my brothers the Knight and my Sisters the Dames and help them, their children and their widows with my sword, my advice, means and wealth, my credit and everything in my power, and will favour them, with no exception, over those who are not members of the Order.

To defend the pious pilgrims, to aid and comfort those who are persecuted for the Cause of the Cross, the sick and the poor.

To fight the infidels and the non-believers with my example, virtue, charity and convincing arguments; and to fight with the sword the infidels and non-believers who attack the Cross with their own sword.

To abhor all immodesty, and not to indulge in illegitimate pleasures of the flesh and then only with my legitimate spouse.

Finally, barring rules dictated by Religion and the Order, to conform to the Laws and Customs of the countries in which I may reside, to fulfill my duties of citizen, and to be a loyal Knight in those countries which entertain relations with the Order.

This oath I pronounce loudly before the Knights present at this Convent. I sign it and confirm it by my blood. Again, I write it and sign its registration in the documents relating to this Convent and witnessed by the Knights.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost. Amen.

~END~

There are words within the oath that will resonate with todays modern warriors, who have taken the fight to those ‘of the ill disposed’ in foreign lands afar, as well as to those who would act traitorously within our own midst.

Long may it continue until evil is conquered.

Yours Aye.

Who Has the World’s Second Largest Air Force?

Guest-post By Conrad Yu

Air Force logoHint: the World’s Largest Air Force is none other than the U.S. Air Force, of course.

But what about the second – is it China’s, Russia’s, or any of our NATO allies’?  No, the U.S. gets to place first AND second:  our Air Force places first with over 5,400 aircraft, and our Navy follows in second with over 3,700.  So what do we have to worry about?

With all the tension surrounding North Korea and its constant threats of nuclear war, it may be easy to forget the implications of a full-scale invasion.  Here’s a reference tool for all of the American casualties in the first Korean War and the American casualties in the Vietnam War.

Inquiring Minds Want to Know

Q: As you know, the United States never negotiates with terrorists. What would happen if North Korea had the capability AND launched multiple nuclear missiles toward SF and LA, and while they were en route to detonation Kim demands that Obama surrender? Would the United States let SF and LA burn?

A: You said yourself. The US never negotiates with terrorists, Look at the upside, without LA and SF, California might just balance the state budget.

Swapped for Vodka

When you ask a question on Yahoo Answers, it is often answered:

Q: When a military firearm is taken out of use, what happens to them?

The M16 for example.

A: It depends on which military.

In the US they would often be sold as military surplus – even combat aircraft, tanks and heavy weapons. Today far fewer weapons are sold to the public. But it is still possible to acquire many weapons legitimately.

In Afghanistan most weapons are stolen before they can be legitimately taken out of use.

Meanwhile, in Russia, many weapons are being swapped for vodka!

Swapped for vodka! Alright, seriously?

Elf’s, Safety, and an old Sea Dog!

‘Elf’ & Safety -V- Sir Francis Drake’s ‘olde’ watering hole.

Sir Francis Drake

  Sir Francis Drake

More often, than ‘often’, I mention the past, and comment on historical dit’s and adventures (‘swing the lamp’ for the Navy/’pull up a sandbag’ for the Marines). This is mainly due to the fact that it is fairly difficult to foresee and predict future escapades!

This post stands firm in the same manner.

Far gone memories were brought flooding back through a recent newspaper article (as well as several outraged phone calls from ex-Bootnecks). It concerns the past affection held for Sir Francis Drakes ‘olde’ watering hole in Plymouth, the Minerva Inn (from where, as a Vice Admiral, he quaffed a gallon after defeating the Spanish Armada in 1588).

Minerva Inn, Plymouth

The ‘Minerva Inn’ is a pub dear to my own heart. I drank my first ever pint there as a newly qualified Royal Marines Commando. When my son was born, a dozen or more good hardy Marines took me there ‘to wet the baby’s head’. In the same bar I celebrated a Marines engagement, his eventual stag night, and even ‘wet the baby’s head’ when his son was born. I celebrated all of my promotions within the ‘Minerva’; and sadly over the years I also mourned the death of some good Marines.

Consequently I ensured that every ‘sprog’ that became part of my Section/Troop/Company knew of the tradition that went along with the Minerva Inn, as well of other ‘public houses’ of great repute, that have passed into Bootneck folklore.

The ‘Minerva’ in particular, because one great individual that walked through its hallowed door was the great Vice Admiral ~ Francis Drake (who also dwelled in the house next door before moving onto far greater things). He will turn in his shroud at the thought of what public ‘elf’-&-safety demand of the present landlords.

Teak and oak beams taken from the ships of the defeated Spanish Armada form part of the interior of the Minerva Inn, they stand open and proudly on display for all to see. ‘Elf’ & Safety wish to see a great tradition covered over from the public eye, forever… Prior to active deployments, quite a few names from years gone past have left their mark within; some never to return. It is hoped that a tactical resolve can be found that suits all concerned.

Here comes the ‘dit’

On reporting for duty at my first RM Commando Unit, I was unfortunate enough to (literally) bump into a giant of a Marine; by sheer coincidence I happened to bump into him again a few hours later, as I was shown my bunk opposite his in a two-man cabin. ‘Tiny’ took it upon him self to show me the ropes as well as the run ashore in Plymouth. That same evening I was ‘ordered’ to accompany him to a pub for a ‘quick’ pint of cider… being a ‘sprog’ straight from training I had no option but to comply. Fortunately it was a Thursday evening, the start of a long weekend’s leave, as well as the end of the month & payday.

Exit right & roll down the hill to the Barbican

            Exit right & roll down the hill to the Barbican

Having caught a ‘hackney’ black cab into the City centre we pulled up outside of a small unassuming bar. Obviously I had the privilege of paying the taxi fare, and as I was reminded all evening, it was a ‘sprogs privilege’ to do so.

My first pint in Plymouth, on my first ever night in Plymouth, was at the bar of ‘The Minerva Inn’ on Looe Street, the oldest pub in Plymouth (CIRCA 1540, and home to the dealings of the press-gang).

As I paid the fare, Tiny was already through the door and ordering the pints that I was (also) about to pay for. He ordered four? I could have sworn he threw the contents of the first onto the floor, as he quickly banged the glass back onto the bar, empty? ‘Oh My God’, it dawned on me that this man was not just a giant of a man, but also a ‘Beer Monster’ of the most fearsome kind… The game was on! I followed suit and banged my empty glass down in the same fashion, and the next, after which I felt my leather belt strain slightly as my steel muscled six pack expanded (a newly acquired six-pack, the result of recruit training at the Commando Training Centre), what had I let myself in for…

An Elf that is also a Beer Monster, which has nothing to do with this tale

(An ‘Elf’ that appears to be a ‘Beer Monster’, which has nothing to do with this tale)!

After a half of a gallon, I was about to visit the heads and make a deposit to aid my expanding girth, when I heard a voice boom “where-R-U-going-Royal” ~ “to the heads” I replied, “but I don’t need to, & nor do you, we’re leaving and heading down the street to the Barbican, lets not waste time peeing”! Obviously giants have much larger bladders than mere mortals…

I groaned, my bladder groaned, and my leather belt ‘creaked’ like the harness on a heavy Shire horse pulling a cart full of potatoes.

Safe to say I made the next pub with dignity intact, and continued the night in good form. It was made easier as I somehow managed to lose my 6’ 6” drinking partner in a bar that was packed to the ‘gunwales’. Though I was fortunate enough to bump into two of my squad mates from training.

The next morning I was tipped from my bunk by a grinning ‘Hercules’, as he required my presence at breakfast. Mid morning I endured a long 7-mile run with the beast, all in readiness for that evenings second attempt at bladder control, which obviously started in the Minerva Inn

Train hard, fight easy, and drink till you stink on R & R… Not the words of Sir Francis Drake, but the mighty Beer Monster ‘Tiny’.

Azor 23 and Mazak 1

Ali Larter and the Military Aviator

Ali Larter and the Military AviatorOkay Daily Mail, we gotta talk. We need a heck of a lot more of this kind of headline: At the Empire Test Pilots’ School (ETPS) at Boscombe Down in Wiltshire, highly skilled military aviators are turned into an elite within an elite. And a heck of a lot less than this: A heroic effort! Heroes star Ali Larter manages to open her car door with freshly painted nails after manicure appointment. While you are at it, DM ol’ pal, please monitor the comments in the test pilot article. Fights between allied militaries are not conducive to the work we must do.

Joerg, the EOD Tech, Chills Out

Here is a rule of thumb when working around Explosive Ordinance Disposal (EOD) folks: if they are sprinting away from an inert bomb (that was perhaps not so inert) you had better run too. And if they are smiling and relaxing, you can too:

Joerg Neumann of the German bomb disposal team poses next to a diffused unexploded World War II bomb near to the main station in Berlin April 3, 2013. Rail services to and from the capital were disrupted and residents were evacuated from their houses following the discovery of an unexploded 100 kilo World War II bomb near to the rail tracks of the Hauptbahnhof, during routine checks on Tuesday, local media reported.

Joerg Neumann of the German bomb disposal team poses next to a diffused unexploded World War II bomb near to the main station in Berlin April 3, 2013. Rail services to and from the capital were disrupted and residents were evacuated from their houses following the discovery of an unexploded 100 kilo World War II bomb near to the rail tracks of the Hauptbahnhof, during routine checks on Tuesday, local media reported.

Gute arbeit, Joerg!