"Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle." - Psalm 144:1
This is the second part of a two-part series on Mike Holder. For the first part of this story click here.
Mike 'Big Daddy' Holder inherited the flying fever from his father, Jim Holder. The elder Holder flew C-119 Boxcars and C-121 Constellations in the Air ...
They arrived with pep in their step via a customized cane, a walker, or marching straight and tall into the American Legion with the vitality ...
The gathering at Oxton Village Assisted Living in Social Circle witnessed a rare ceremony on August 25 honoring a WWII veteran of the Aleutian Islands ...
The email from Covington resident Joe "Pete" Madding stimulated my curiosity. A handmade trench knife, lost in combat by an 82nd airborne paratrooper during the ...
Born in 1929 in Toledo, Ohio, a short six weeks later Richard Grimes and his family moved to White Plains, Georgia. He recalled, "My dad ...
The 750-horsepower Pratt and Whitney Hornet engines turned over four propellers sending a beautiful yet chaotic melody of mechanical jazz to those encased in the ...
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On August 6, 1945, the first atomic bomb used in war was dropped on Hiroshima, Japan. Three days later the second, and hopefully last atomic bomb utilized in war, was dropped on Japan. The primary target of the second bomb, Kokura, was obscured by thick clouds and smoke making the secondary target, Nagasaki, the unfortunate quarry.
One of twelve siblings, Simon Ramos came into this world in 1932. The Y.O. Ranch on the fringes of Kerrville, Texas was his childhood playground, all 566,000 acres of it. Ramos recalled, "My dad was from Mexico and worked the Y.O. Ranch as a cowhand. I rode a small horse and helped on the cattle drives when I could. That was exciting for a kid."
Unassuming to a fault with a personality void of haughtily broadcasting his unique education, Fox McCarthy mingles into the community with a style he set in motion after 26 years of service to his country. "Once I took off the uniform a new life with new opportunities awaited me," he stated. "I did my duty in peace and in war. The time had come to move on." A West Point graduate, Lt. Col. Fox McCarthy retired in 1979. This is his story.
War, should always be the last option to resolve international disputes. War, is a costly and ugly enterprise which brings misery to the guiltless. War, is politics with bloodshed, and politics is war devoid of bloodshed.
Jack P. McCormick, chopper pilot: "I would occasionally carry them out to the field to be with the troops when I was flying with the First Cav in 1970 out of Tay Ninh. These ladies were the bravest women I had ever met."
"And Aaron shall cast lots upon two goats; one lot for the Lord, and the other lot for the scapegoat."
Captain Wayne Waddell deemed his chances of survival slim to none as his F-105 Thunderchief fighter-bomber plummeted out of the skies near the Chinese border with North Vietnam. Perilously close to the ground, he ejected, the chute deployed, and Waddell hit the ground in less than three seconds. Evasion attempts failed. Captured and incarcerated, the Air Force pilot would remain a POW in North Vietnam for the next five years and eight months.
July 5, 1967: Near the North Vietnamese/Chinese border.
Excerpts from "Twelve Days in May" by Jerald W. Berry - May 6, 1970, LZ (Landing Zone) Fox, Binh Duong Province, Cambodia, with Company C, 3rd Battalion, 8th Infantry, 4th Infantry Division.
Today is Flag Day. How many older generation Americans can remember the history of Old Glory? How many Americans will be cognizant that this Sunday is in fact Flag Day? How many educational institutions, self-proclaimed elitists, and politically correct activists will consider the mention of Flag Day as 'offensive' to the disenfranchised, the envious, or to foreign students?
December 23, 1944, Podington, England: Two of eight "Recommendation for Award" excerpts for Captain Raymond V. Clay, 92nd Bomb Group, 326th Bombardment Squadron, 8th Air Force.
"They fought together as brothers-in-arms. They died together and now sleep side by side. To them we have a solemn obligation."
We were young, invincible, and we knew the awful things would happen to the other guy. The war in Vietnam was nothing more than a stumbling block, something our country needed us to do before we continued on with our lives, our educations, marriages, raising rug rats, growing old with a sweetheart. Our tools of war were lethal and high tech, the best bombs and bullets taxpayer money could buy. Turn us loose, let us do what we were trained to do, and we will win this war then bring us home to a grateful nation.
Their military uniforms are packed away in a storage bin somewhere in a dusty attic, or perhaps hanging in the back room closet protected by a sheet of plastic, yet still discolored from years of disuse. Row upon row of multi-hued service ribbons are still pinned over the left breast pocket. Few, if any, of the veterans attempt to squeeze into their old threads of service since age and one too many chocolate donuts have taken a toll, yet these senior warriors continue to serve most honorably in so many different ways.
Habitually identified as the Splinter Fleet, the tiny 110 foot wood-hulled Sub Chasers of WWII held the title as the smallest commissioned ship in the US Navy. A Sub Chaser cruised at around 12 knots with flank speed no more than 20 knots. The more popular PT-Boats of McHales's Navy renown were only 80 feet in length and commonly hit 40 knots, but PT-Boats were commissioned collectively in squadrons, not individually.