Sunday, September 29, 2013

It's a Long, Long Time To Hang In the Sky

Made it back from the United States to Kuwait with no significant issues; now I am counting down the last 55 days that I have remaining on my tour.

As I sat on the plane flying back, the words of an old John Denver song kept running through  my head: "it's a long way from LA to Denver, it's a long time to hang in the sky".  I wonder what John would've said about the 16 hour flying time from Detroit to Kuwait City.

One pleasant surprise during my trip back was Qatar Airways. The airline totally rocked it,  From the space allocation in economy class, in-flight amenities, customer service that I experienced from check-in to arrival was top notch. The in-flight meal they served was the best I've ever had in my entire life. If there was a restaurant that had their Lamb Chili on the menu, I would be a regular patron. It was awesome.

Another thing deserving of kudos was the fact that my baggage made the plane change from American Airlines to Qatar Airways in Chicago even though my arriving flight was delayed and there was less than 30 minutes between arrival and takeoff. As I stood by the baggage carousel in Kuwait City I was totally surprised when my baggage came out and I did not have to file a missing bag report.

If I have any more flying to do before I depart or I ever need to book a flight in this region again-- I will be doing it via Qatar Airways if at all possible. Airlines in the United States could learn a lot about customer service and exceeding customer expectations from them.

I'm currently suffering from jet lag, which will take three or four days to settle down, the human body is not built for transitioning 7 time zones in a single day. But, once that is passed that will get back to work on my Kuwait Bucket List.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

It Is Nice To Be Missed, But It Is Even Nicer To Be Loved

I was worried MacBeth might not even recognize me since it had been a year since I had seen him.  When I went to pick up MacBeth from the kennel,  they already had him ready to go. He was in an office that had one of those half door things,  where you can open the top half to greet customers without opening the bottom.  When they opened the top part he looked up and saw me then without waiting for anything else he ran toward the door and jumped through the opening to greet me.  That was a wonderful Welcome Home.

At some random point every day he will bring me a toy to play fetch or tug. I also take him outside daily and throw the ball over the house for MacBeth to go find and bring back.  Of course there are treats involved and that gets him really excited.  He also spent a bit of time lying or sitting next to my chair,  so I could scratch behind his ears and rub his belly.

I leave to go back to Kuwait in a few days, and I really wish I could tell him that I will be back much more quickly this time and that I won’t have to leave again.  I have a feeling it is hard on MacBeth  when I disappear but at least I know when I get back he is happy about it.


Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Four Years in the Blog Industry -- Still Not a Millionaire

Birthdays are strange things at best, especially at this point in life. You spend a lot more time reflecting on where you came from, then where you are going. There is less time spent in celebration and more time contemplating the meaning of the time that has passed.

My Mom once told me that in Ethiopia the Mother got the presents on the child's birthday. Maybe that is the way it should be -- but only if you get to pass on the mental wanderings at the same time.

So Happy Birthday to me and Happy Anniversary for the blog -- how many dog years equal a blog year anyway?


Monday, September 9, 2013

The 28th Reunion of the 1st Battalion, 8th Cavalry, 1st Air Cavalry Division


From 1959 to 1975, the United States was involved in the Viet Nam war.  During a small slice of that (1965-1971) the men of the 1st Battalion, 8th Cavalry, 1st Air Cavalry Division were part of the war; they were known as the Jumping Mustangs.  For the past few days I have been honored to attend their 28th reunion with my Dad who was the Commander of Charlie Company in 1968.  Here with I share my thoughts and musings as I enjoyed a bit of time with these men who embodied the credo of the Jumping Mustangs:  Honor and Courage.

This was the second reunion that I've attended so I knew a little bit about what to expect.  I think one of the things I enjoy the most is the look on the men’s faces as they look around the room at their fellow Vets.  The men are all in their 60s or 70s, but when their eyes would first glimpse that old friend or comrade the clock would start spinning backward and you could visibly see their spirits rise to meet the moment.  A huge smile would appear and the encounter usually began with the men embracing each other as brothers.  I guess there is more than one kind of Way Back Machine.  

Aside from some planned events,  most of the time was dedicated to a free form social interaction room where most of the men hung out and swapped stories and memories.  Nothing beats a great story told by someone who was there.  Among my favorites: 

I listened to a discussion of Punji stake booby traps and injuries resulting from them.  Punji stakes are sharpened bamboo sticks that are placed in holes or at angles on hillsides so that they would stab the feet, ankles and calves of the US soldiers who came upon them.  The enemy also figured out if they dipped the stakes in feces, it would add a nasty infection to the stab wound.  The idea of the stakes was not to kill but to wound to such a degree that other soldiers were busy trying to take care of the wounded man and resources were used to evacuate the wounded soldier.

There was a also a general agreement amongst the Jumping Mustangs that there was an order that any man who was wounded by a Punji stake also faced disciplinary action for the wound since it might have been self-inflicted to gain a ticket home.

I heard several tales about Combat Medics, probably the most appreciated men there (outside of the Radio Operators).  The Medic was the guy who could save you if you were having a really bad day and got wounded.  Not only that, the Medic was willing to run across a field of battle to get to the wounded to help them out.  One of the Combat Medics I met was a veteran of WWII, Korea and Viet Nam, that is someone who really tempted fate and won.  

Radio operators (RTOs) were the guys who could call in air support, air support, re-enforcements and eventually a ride back to base.  The RTOs were sometimes called upon to climb up into trees to increase the altitude of the antenna attached to the radio they carried on their back, a simple trick that often helped. 

Funniest story:  Latrines in Viet Nam were small wooden buildings and below the toilet openings were metal tanks to catch the waste.  A young PFC was told he had been chosen for the waste burning detail and was told to go to it with a mixture of diesel and kerosene.  Rather than pulling the metal holding tanks out of the latrine and moving them to a safe distance prior to lighting,  the PFC lit them up right inside the latrine  – in the end the waste was destroyed but so was the latrine.

There were also stories about chow (both in the field and back at base) and warm beer and Cokes delivered by helicopter.  These stories made it easy to identify if the story teller was with HQ or a grunt in the jungle as well as what period of the war they served during.

I met one man who had been earned 5 Purple Hearts; that is dedication to duty and a story that should be captured and retold.  

On the last night there was a memorial dinner.  While there I learned that 399 men of the unit were killed in action, but only one soldier, Specialist Randall Ellis, was still missing.  This was also the first time during the reunion that I saw them identifying the first time attendees.  I was surprised to see that there were 15 of them.  Each and every man was greeted with the same phrase:  “Welcome home, Brother”.  

Near the end of the formal events there was a period of time for an Open Mic.  This allowed individuals to come up and relate personal stories of men who for the most part were not in attendance.  These stories were very personal in nature and I will not repeat those here to preserve the sanctity of the moment.

There were some widows who attended, and in one case a daughter who had come to know her father, who was killed in action shortly after she was born, through the men who served with him -- very poignant.  There was also a family of 12 siblings who came to learn more about their brother who was killed in action.  Such a long time to wait to finally get closure on how their brother died and what type of man his comrades knew him as.  
On the last day, after breakfast, I turned and looked around the room at the tables full of Jumping Mustangs as I was about to walk out.  In my mind I imagined them as they must have been some 40 years ago.  Younger, thinner, with thicker hair and dressed in jungle fatigues.  They were all gathered around the tables sharing a meal and few last stories before they departed for home.   As my idle thought faded so did the way I saw them, no longer thin or young or dressed in uniform.  In the end all that remained was look in their eyes as they shared the brotherhood with each other.  That look is timeless and unwavering.

NOTE:  If you know a veteran and they ask if you are interested in going to their reunion with them:  GO!  You may not be directly connected to anyone else in the room except that one individual, but if they invited you it is because they want to share something very special with you. It is truly unforgettable.


Monday, September 2, 2013

Xtreme Dream Fulfilled

I last wrote about Diana Nyad at the end of August 2012.  She was trying to fulfill the dream that had possessed her since the late 70s to swim from Cuba to Florida.  Not a small self challenge and one that had gone unfulfilled until today when she arrived in Florida after swimming 110.4 statute miles in 52 hours 54 minutes 18.6 seconds.  Yea Diana!  Plus, she did this just after her 64th birthday.  During this attempt she wore a protective face mask to help against jellyfish which might be why she finally was able to complete the feat.

This was her 5th attempt and she said it all when she gave her statement:

“I have three messages. One is we should never, ever give up. Two is you never are too old to chase your dreams. Three is it looks like a solitary sport, but it takes a team.”

She never gave up and in the end she succeeded.  I also like the quote on her website:  “She freaking made it”  Yes, she did and she inspires everyone who hears the tale.