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October 15, 2012 by Big Fat Daddy
  He started his military career as an aircraft mechanic.  He went to flight school and became a pilot.  He flew P-51s in Europe.  He was shot down over France and spent some time evading the Germans while helping the French Underground.  He was able to get  back to England and convince Eisenhower to let him fly over France again (policy was that escape-and-evaders could not fly over the areas where they had been captured).  He returned to combat over France...
October 10, 2012 by Big Fat Daddy
  I remember Alex Karras as a fierce defensive lineman on the Detroit Lions.  But I remember him better as a naturally funny guy who never took himself too seriously.  In an interview on an afternoon talk show in the seventies (probably Mike Douglas but I'm not sure) he talked about needlepointing his friends names on their jockstraps for them and when asked if he missed the NFL he responded by saying that he missed the comraderie and nowdays hung around in the showers at t...
October 6, 2012 by Big Fat Daddy
  In the years I worked at Headquarters, U S European Command(HQ USEUCOM), I met a lot of folks who had been or would be famous for one reason or another.  Some of the people I worked with should have been famous;  there were some real heroes in the mix there.  I even had the chance to spend some time with ADM Ruge, a well known figure in German military history.  Another figure from US military history that I met was General Ira Eaker.  Although I only had one a...
October 6, 2012 by Big Fat Daddy
We met in April of '67.  It was a blind date arranged by the girlfriend of one of my buddies.  I have written about all that before.  If I remember, I'll link that story at the end.  I went back to San Diego when my enlistment was up in July, with no intention of ever seeing Arizona again.  I had some strange idea about "getting on with my life".  I didn't want to talk about Vietnam anymore;  I didn't even feel much like sharing stories about Ge...
October 2, 2012 by Big Fat Daddy
They say a camel is a horse designed by a committee.  You should see some of the things that can be designed when the committee is made up of Army lieutenants! This memory was jogged during a little back-and-forth with Pontogubb this morning.  He mentioned having a trailer hitch cover that looks like a claymore.  In the process of imagining what that would look like, another frightful memory crowded in and I thought I should share it with you. When we got to the desert in '...
September 30, 2012 by Big Fat Daddy
  Every Saturday afternoon the Sixties on Six channel on Sirius XM features one specific year and plays the top forty songs from that year along with news clips, ads, movie ratings and other stuff about the year.  Today the feature year was 1969.  They played a couple of tunes I just didn't remember at all, but they sounded like '69...kinda bubble-gummy, a shade hippie-ish, and like that.  Then they played the one song that always takes me down the time tunnel a pl...
September 19, 2012 by Big Fat Daddy
Several years ago we were in Phoenix to celebrate MC's parents special February:  Their fiftieth anniversary and his birthday.  We had a little free time and were driving east on Bell Road, marvelling at all the growth and how busy everything was.  Even in February we had all the windows up and the AC blowing full blast (although we once survived there with two cars that had no AC, we are no longer  "acclimated").  Even with all the windows up, the AC on full, and o...
September 19, 2012 by Big Fat Daddy
Stuttgart, Germany was heavily damaged during WWII.  Most of the downtown area was screwed up pretty badly.   When the war ended, the troubles didn't.  People lived in bombed-out basements, drew water from puddles in bomb craters, and don't even ask where the bathroom facilities were;  they weren't.  People begged, scavenged, sold and traded, and did whatever they had to do in order to survive.  The main source of food was the American GIs who occupied...
September 17, 2012 by Big Fat Daddy
  A First Sergeant isn't the oldest or the first one up in the morning;  the "First Sergeant"  is the senior enlisted man in any Army company.  The First Sergeant (abbreviated 1SG) has many varied duties and responsibilities.  I won't list them all;  it would take a lot of space, but I always felt that one of the most important responsibilities a 1SG has is the management of the unit's training program.   Everything a soldier does is planned...
September 12, 2012 by Big Fat Daddy
  I had it in mind to write about my Uncle today.  Omar.  He was a local hero; he grew up in the East County area of San Diego and  had a reputation as a tough guy and a ladies' man.  He raced stock cars on a dirt track and drag raced on the back county roads.  He was over six feet tall, dark curly hair, deep set eyes, and hands the size of a five-pound ham.   But while I was thinking about Omar and the things I remember about him that are signific...
September 10, 2012 by Big Fat Daddy
  I tried to break my wrist the other day.  I was changing the brake pads on Charlie's Grand Prix and was using a 24-oz.  mini-sledge to tap the lug wrench in order to break the lug nuts free.  That in itself is not an unsafe practice, but the position I was in and the angle I had to use had me holding the lugwrench in place with my left hand and swinging the hammer across my arm to hit the wrench to the left of my left hand.  That was the unsafe procedure.  ...
September 8, 2012 by Big Fat Daddy
  In the late fifties I woke up to the world of "cool".  Guys around me were starting to look cool, dress cool, talk cool,  and act cool.  I tried hard to be cool like them.  I had the engineer boots, the black leather jacket with zippers and studs, form-fitting white tee-shirt, levis down on my hips...and the hair.  I went for the Elvis/Fabian/every-other-teen-idol look.  Tried Brylcream, Vitalis, Wildroot Cream oil, Vasoline,  and Valvoleen but I neve...
September 1, 2012 by Big Fat Daddy
  I met Admiral Friedrich Ruge when I was assigned to pick him up at his home in Tubingen and take him to a formal dinner being held at the Deputy CinC's house in Stuttgart.  It was late 1977;   I remember it was a very chilly night.  I was selected, I think, because I could speak a little German and had proven that I was able to get around without too much supervision.  I had never heard of the Admiral Ruge.  I was told that he was a retired German Admi...
August 30, 2012 by Big Fat Daddy
  I have to thank Sherabella for prodding my memory,  when she wrote about attending a seminar where the speaker illustrated that we all have a little more effort to expend, even when we think we don't.  It immediately got me to thinking about Army Basic Training, Fort Ord, California, Summer of 1964,  learning lessons every day about pushing just a little bit harder.  Our seminars were not conducted in air-conditioned auditoriums...we learned our lessons under th...
August 26, 2012 by Big Fat Daddy
  These days we throw the word "Hero" around too liberally.  I agree that our men and women in uniform are serving our nation with honor and courage and we should support them and recognize what we owe them.  It is a very big deal.  Our police and firemen and EMTs and other rescue- and "first responders" serve with courage and often go "above and beyond".  But does the term "Hero" apply to every single one of them that shows up for work every day?  In my day, bei...