 |
June 15 , 2005
|
MY Dad!
|
Posted at 08:00 EST
|
What can I say about the man who I call my father? He married my mother when I was six and my brother was four years old. This man came into our lives and made it wonderful. He always treated my mother like a queen. He treated my brother and I like we were his own children. There was always food on the table, clothes for us to wear not hand-me-downs from the church or neighbors either. This wonderful man saw to it that we went to school and got a fine education. He was always there for us. He went to our ball games and was always there at every school function. He gave my brother and myself all the support we could ever want or needed.
My dad worked for the gas company in North Western Pennsylvania I think the company was called United Natural Gas. He never took a sick day as far as I know. He was like that, he was grateful for his job, him being a child of the Depression. It was not easy for him when he was growing up after the great crash of the stock market. My dad is of Irish decent he is witty and talented. He is a fine handy man and could always fix my brothers and my junkers when they would not run another mile! LOL He is a welder by trade and a very good one at that!
Dad was born and raised in North Western Pennsylvania. He lied about his age and joined the navy during WWII. He was assigned to the cruiser Boise and was in the Pacific conflict. After the war he went to work for the Pennsylvania Railroad as a roust about. He eventually went to work for the gas company and worked for them for over thirty years. He is retired and I hope he is enjoying himself! LOL
When I was in Vietnam my mom told me he always ate his dinner in front of the TV hoping to catch a glimpse of me and to see if I was safe. He went down to the Sears store and signed me up for the "Care Package" program they had where you could pay to have them send a package with a lot of goodies to the soldier of your choice. I got one every two weeks. Needless to say I was very popular with my fellow "Boonie Rats". LOL He was there to meet me when I got of the "Freedom Bird" and we both cried when we embraced. I thank God everyday for sending this wonderful man into my life. As a father he stands ten feet tall and I would put him up against any other dad.
So dad here's to you on your special day. They do not make dads any better than you. I love you, your son Carl! |
June 13 , 2005
|
Thoughts on the Draft and the Iraq War.
|
Posted at 07:45 EST
|
I know some of you will not agree with me on this but here it goes!
Just as we let thousands of soldiers die in Iraq, everywhere, they are mere cannon fodder. The United States needs a draft, so people in power feel the pain of their children dying for the nation.
That is why we need a DRAFT! In Vietnam look who of us was dying in the conflict. I will tell you who, poor Whites, poor Blacks, and poor Hispanics. Don't anyone tell me I am full of shit either. Anyone who could get a deferment got one or ran off to our friendly neighbor in the north, Canada. This time there should be no deferments. If your number comes up it should not matter who you are or what you are doing you will have to show up period! I was there for the Vietnam conflict so I cannot not be bull shitted! I see the same thing in the Iraq conflict.
Sure, you will say well they volunteered for the service. Yes, they did mostly due to economic necessity and needing a way to support their families. When they come home, if they get home, they are thrown into a veterans administration that is looking out for the "bottom line" not the welfare of the troops! I think the veterans administration has had its budget reduced this year and there is talk of closing military hospitals with the base closings. Is this the caring and looking out for the troops that the Pols in Washington are always spouting off about? I do not think so!
So this is my humble opinion, but what does a silly old vet know! LOL
|
May 31 , 2005
|
Here's to the sunny slopes of days gone by!
|
Posted at 10:00 EST
|
Well, I spent the Memorial Day holiday by myself. I was disappointed that I did not get an invite to my nephews do and was feeling pretty down. I was probably overlooked in all the preparations. My brother told me he was not invited either and spent the day after work with his friends in Hanford. He told me that the people there were all my nieces family and in the 20 to 30 range. I would have hated it but it would have been nice to have been asked.
Anyway I got to thinking about the true meaning of Memorial Day and realized that it was more than a picnic or BBQ with family and friends. It is a day for honoring the men and women who have been wounded or have died in defense of this great nation.
I opened up a very, very closed part of my mind and went back to my days of service in "The Nam". I remembered the friends who did not make it back and those who would never be the same from that horrible experience. I remembered the smell of the jungle and the constant fear while one was out in the "bush". I remembered the heat and the exhaustion from carrying my weapon, four canteens of water, your basic load of ammo, plus two hundred rounds of machine gun ammo in two belts strung over your shoulders. I remember cooking my c rations by burning C-4 in a tincan to heat them to make them easier to eat.I remember the flies, the snakes, and the rats that were everywhere. I remember the sixty pound pack cutting into my shoulders while I walked the point scared to death when I first got there and was a "cherry". I remember the fire fights and fighting my way up a hill to dislodge some men who were probably as scared as I was at the time. I remember dragging our dead back to where the "man" had set up his headquarters to be put into body bags for the long ride home to their graves. I remembered the relief when we heard the choppers coming to take us back to base camp and I had survived another day fighting "the beast" (the NVA and Cong). Most of all I remember the friendship of my fellow soldiers who would do anything for one another, There were so few of us in the end to get on the Freedom Bird to go back to Gods Country. I am proud of what I did in Vietnam and no bastard can take that away from me or any other warrior who fought there!
True patriotism is not "hanging" in there when you know the sun is shining at the end of a tunnel. True patriotism is "hanging" in there when you know the sun will never shine again!
|
|
|
|
|
Calendar
|
| Sep | October 2008 | Nov | | Sun | Mon | Tue | Wed | Thu | Fri | Sat | | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| |
|
|
|
SEARCH
Search "Thoughts and remembrances!"
RECENT ENTRIES
From "Thoughts and remembrances!"...
From Fabricius's other journals...

STATISTICS
So far today, October 11 , 2008
|
| - |
members |
| 1 |
guest |
| 1 |
pageview |
Since this journal started on September 12 , 2003 :
|
| 42 |
members |
| 3726 |
guests |
| 3799 |
pageviews |
|