Monday, December 25

Merry Christmas

Twas the Day before Christmas (back in the States)
But here in Japan, Christmas would not wait

The day started dreary and rainy to boot,
But there were presents to open and cookies to loot.

He unwrapped his gifts and got a good laugh
When he unwrapped the odd movie, “Mars Attacks”
There was also a book, about his home base
Which he read with a smile on his face.

Then it was time for chow, the mess hall was open
He was looking for good eats and plus he was hopin’
There’d be a game on TV that he could watch for a bit
And as he sat down, just his luck would have it
That the Chargers were playing, but down by four
With 2 minutes to go and needing a score
A field goal won’t do, since that’s only three
And no timeouts left, you can’t just hand off to LT.
Still, with a play that made the place roar
Jackson caught a long pass and the Chargers did score.
They won the game by the hair of their chin
I hope they don’t get that dramatic again.

On the other side, the Broncos hosted Cincy
With a win, the Bengals were still in control of their fate
And when they scored a touchdown with no time to waste
It seemed assured that the game would go on
As soon as the extra point was tacked on.
But wait, what’s this? The snap was a flop
And to 8 and 7 the Bengals did drop
Now they need help to make the post season
But the help they need is almost beyond reason
Am I calling it quits on the orange and black?
No, but it’ll be hard for them to come back.

Now I have the rest of this day
It’s raining and chilly, but still I will say
Merry Christmas to all of my web friends out there
And may your Christmas be filled with good cheer
I’ll call my wife and kids in a few
And wish them a Merry Christmas too.
There are only a couple of weeks left on this deployment
And then I can go home and begin the enjoyment
Of having Christmas all over again,
Playing with my kids and seeing my dear Jen.
Until that day
Not too far away
I must be content with email and the phone
To pretend that I’m actually home

Still, this is what I do and for what I get paid
As a warrior, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Still, as a family man, I’d much rather be
Chasing the cats out of the Christmas tree
That’s the downside to this career path I’m on
And the down side to this little holiday song.

For that I am sorry and I’ll end this with cheer.
Merry Christmas to All and a Happy New Year!

Sunday, December 17

not too sure about this

Okay, so apparently, Blogger has a new format. I'm playing around with it a bit (obviously) and I'm not sure if I like it or not. I don't seem to have as much control over the template as I used to with the older format. I guess, if I need to, I could always kill this blog and go exclusively with my blog on MySpace, but I can't figure that one out either. This could get frustrating.

Monday, December 11

welcome back my friends to the show that never ends

We're so glad you could attend. Come inside, come inside...

I thought this past weekend was truly a great one for just about every reason. First and foremost, I got to talk to my wife a couple of times on the phone. The biggest difference between calling from here and calling from the war zone is the time delay. I'm not talking about doing the math to figure out if she's awake. I'm talking about an actual delay on the phone. From here, there isn't one. She could be in the next room from the way she sounds on the phone. That's also good if you're trying to talk to your children, like I did. They're doing so much growing up (especially my little one) and I'm not there to be a part of it. I honestly feel bad for families whose children are teenagers before Dad retires from the military. They must hardly know their father. Fortunately, I can retire in about 5 more years, which means Trey will just be 10 and I'll still be able to guide him into his manhood. I'm reading a book right now on the various stages of manhood according to the Bible, and I've got some good books at home as well.

Of course, I also thought this weekend past was just outstanding for my favorite active sports teams. To start, Troy Smith won the Heisman trophy for the Big 10 champion Ohio State Buckeyes.

Here's a shot of Troy in last year's Fiesta Bowl.








Wait a second... didn't the Buckeyes win the 2002 National Title in the Fiesta Bowl? I think I've already said this, but Ohio State could make an argument to open a satellite campus in Tempe, AZ based on how many times they've been there in the past few years. What is this, five of the last six Januaries have seen the Buckeyes playing in Arizona? How awesome is that?

Also, in the professional ranks this week:
The San Diego (Super)Chargers clinched the title for the AFC West and though the Bengals and the Eagles are still in danger of being eliminated from the post season, both teams still have wild card hopes. This is after Donovan McNabb is lost for the season on the Eagles side and after all the shenanigans of "Ocho-Cinko" Johnson on the Bengals. If the Bengals go to San Diego for a playoff game, let's just say I'll be very bummed because I don't know if I'd be home for that yet, and even if I was, I could never afford the tickets. You better believe I'll be trying to watch that game though, wherever I may be in the world.

Last, but certainly not least, it's finally advent season! For those of you who may not know what that is, it is the four weeks leading to Christmas when the church prepares for the coming of the Messiah. I love this season because I love candle light. I love the idea that we can be cleansed of our impurities by the gift of a little baby who would grow to become the Lamb of God. And this year, I love that I'll be reunited with my family shortly after this holiday is over. I can hardly wait.



My wife is so cool that she sent me cookies literally straight from the oven I think. I opened the tin and these cookies were still soft. She'd made my favorite (peanut butter balls with Hershey kisses pressed into the center) and her favorite (sugardoodles (?)) and enclosed a card that said in this way, if no other, we could be together this holiday season. Isn't that great? I'm just about done with my Christmas shopping. I'd tell you what I bought everyone, but they all read this too and that would ruin the surprise. It's hard to believe that 2006 is almost over. What have I done with the time God's allowed me to have? What am I going to do with the time in 2007 that He has ordained for me? What about you?

Finally, on a house keeping note... I think I'm tired of this nautical theme. I may be in the Department of the Navy, but I am definitely not a sailor. Stand by for some more template changes over the next few days or so.

Thursday, November 23

give thanks


If you ask my wife, she would tell you that I am not a big fan of PBS as a source of news. However, I was browsing for pictures to share with you this Thanksgiving, and I came across this article about the food we eat on this particular Thursday, and I found it interesting enough to share with you. If you are like Rocky Balboa and think that today is just another Thursday, then I am sure there is at least one turkey out there who thanks you for that. :-)

Have a Wonderful Thanksgiving, and try to not trample anyone at the mall tomorrow, okay?

Tuesday, November 21

King Neptune has spoken

At 0800 this morning, after being ritualistically cleansed of the city sludge and dirt of the land, I have been declared a Shellback by King Neptune and his royal court. The ship's captain came over the intercom just after 1000 to announce that we had just crossed the equator on our way back to port but since the cleansing had not been completed for some of the crew yet, we had turned to a new course (270 - due West) to avoid actually crossing before the ship had been purged of slimy pollywogs. The final count was that over 1500 sailors and Marines were declared to be "Trusty Shellbacks" and welcome to King Neptune's Realm. Trust me, the article I've linked to here today discusses things that were way worse than the stuff I had to do this morning, Mate. Arrrrrrr!

Sunday, November 19

11-0!

Whew! It's been a long day. I woke up at 0330 as the game was coming on. I'd already set my alarm for later, so I went back to sleep for awhile. I woke up again at 0500 and checked the score. It was 21-2 and nearing the end of the 1st half. I thought, "No problem," and went back to sleep again. When I woke up at 0630, the score was much closer. I think it was 24-21 or something like that. I watched the rest of the game with a little bit of apprehension, especially after OSU lost two fumbles on bad snaps. But the Buckeyes held on. They completed the season with a perfect record and the Big-10 title. They are going to play for the national title, but who are they going to play? That's a good question. The results should be out in another day or two and we will see then. If I were a betting man, I'd guess that if USC beats Notre Dame next week, then they will be number 2 and get a shot at the title.

In honor of the Cincinnati Bearcats playing host to the Scarlet Knights of Rutgers, I thought I would post a survey about being from the Queen City. If you are from the area, or know someone who is, you will probably laugh at most of these jokes. If you are not, then maybe this list will shed some light on all the jokes about Cinicinnati.





You Know You're From Cincinnati When...


Your idea of a three-way is chili over spaghetti topped with cheddar

You know what Gaeta is - and you've eaten it

You hate Cleveland, but you don't know why, and you've never been there

You think Pete Rose and Marge Schott were railroaded

You say "Please?" instead of "Excuse me?"

You think Northern Kentucky is part of Ohio

You've been to California, Wyoming, Coney Island, and Over-the-Rhine in one day

There are less than 100 murders a year, and you still think you're in Detroit

You think Dayton is a Third World country

What groundhog? It's the St. Patrick's Day parade leprechaun that forecasts how much longer winter will last.

Losing football teams draw more fans than winning baseball teams.

Indiana is about 20 miles away, but it takes about four hours to get there.

It's too cold in the winter, and too hot and humid in the summer, to ever stay outside for very long.

You drive to Columbus or Louisville to avoid the prices at the Cincinnati airport.

City council members hold debates on whether or not they should debate in the first place.

Tourists still flock downtown to catch a glimpse of cast members from "WKRP," even though the show hasn't aired on network television since 1984, and the show was filmed in LA anyway.

You ask lifetime residents where the President Taft house is, but they don't know either.

If you do something -- anything -- in public long enough, sooner or later it will be banned.

Your low-fat diet is never low enough to exclude Graeter's ice cream.

You get through winter listening to Marty and Joe's broadcasts from the grapefruit leagues.

Big Red Smokies are a ballpark treat, not cause to dial 9-1-1.

If necessary, the city could easily be sliced into two new cities: East and West, and it would take 20 years for anyone to notice something happened.

Chocolate and cinnamon, not peppers and beans, are in your chili.

You can drive 30 minutes in any direction to hear a different accent than your own.

You can accurately judge people's social status by which Kroger's store they frequent.

You can go to any church festival in any neighborhood on any weekend and see at least five people you either work with, went to school with, or dated.

Even the slightest mention of former baseball commissioner A. Bartlett Giamatti makes your blood boil and your ears steam.

If the temperature hits 45 degrees, and the sun comes out in any month between November and April, people walk around downtown wearing shades and no jackets.

The top stories on the local 6 o'clock evening news look suspiciously like the articles you read in the newspaper that very morning -- and even use the same quotes.

Any carbonated beverage is a "coke."

Your favorite convenient store sounds like a labor union.

You can't hear the words "Mike Brown" without getting angry.

You honestly believe that Pete Rose should be in the Baseball Hall Fame.

You have more stadiums, coliseums, and arenas than you know what to do with.

It doesn't seem weird to you that everyone has an Uncle Al.

Your favorite Coney Island isn't in New York.

You like Nick Clooney better than George Clooney.

You know how Jerry Springer got his start.

You know what a pony keg is.

You have friends and neighbors with names like Machenheimer, Guckenberger, Schlottman, Schoenling, and Schweitering.

You know that cars (like eggs) are cheaper in the country.

An all-boys or all-girls school doesn't seem that odd to you

You think a mixed marriage is when an East Sider marries a West Sider.

You know the difference between Hudy and "Who Dey."

You know what cream ale is, and you think that cream soda should be bright red.

You think Kentucky is only slightly more civilized than Afghanistan.

You know in which state the Greater Cincinnati Airport is located.

You actually understand the word, "CRAVE" and white castle burgers.

You can almost name the seven "hills" minus one or two.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Cincinnati.






You know, Mark Twain once said that if the world were coming to an end, he'd want to be in Cincinnati because everything happens there 10 years later. I don't know what he means by that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go check out this new group called "No Doubt." I hear they're supposed to be pretty good. Have a great week.

Friday, November 17

respect

I learned this morning that Bo Schembechler has died.

I grew up watching the man work his magic at the University of Michigan as they competed for the Big-10 title almost every year, it seemed. The traditional game between my beloved Buckeyes and the loathed Wolverines is this weekend. I do not know how this loss will affect UM. Coach Bo has not been in Ann Arbor for several years, but I am sure his passing will still have an impact on the team. The emotional factor is bound to be high. Even higher than it was going to be already, I'm sure.



Coach Schembechler, our thoughts and prayers go out to your family in this hour of loss and I know your extended family includes hundreds of thousands of Big Blue faithful.

Go Buckeyes!

Tuesday, November 14

Honor, Courage, Commitment



The United States of America is the Land of the Free because it is the Home of the Brave. Cpl Jason Dunham's story is not unique among the Marines I have served with for the last couple of years save for the level of recognition that his story has earned. I mean no disrespect and I hold Cpl Dunham up as a hero. I only mean to say that there are a lot more men just like him and I am humbled for the chance to serve with them and grateful to them, as a husband and a father, for the sacrifices they make to help me protect my family.

Semper Fidelis.

Monday, November 13

weekend in review

I just wanted to touch on a couple of different issues here before I forget.

Since I've already done my ranting and raving about the election process, let me address an issue my wife raised in an email earlier today. She asked if the shift in the balance of power would have any impact on my deployment schedule. Unfortunately, I doubt it. Yes, the Democrats made huge gains in their numbers in both houses of Congress. Conversely, of course, the Republicans lost a large number of representatives and senators. However, the President of the United States is still the Commander-in-Chief. As such, it is entirely within his authority and responsibility to defend America's interests as he sees fit. I will try to keep an eye on the nomination process for Mr. Bob Gates to replace Mr. Donald Rumsfeld as the Secretary of Defense and we the people should be able to judge how much the Democrats want to cooperate by this very important confirmation process. We are fighting a war on two different fronts right now and the President needs a Secretary of Defense to help him develop and implement policy.

I must admit that when I saw that the Chargers were scheduled to play in Cincinnati, I was not sure who I wanted to win that game. The Chargers still have a good shot at the playoffs I think, and the Bengals could regain some much needed momentum with a win at home. True to the billing, the game turned into a shoot-out and the Bengals were able to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory yet again. I hate to say it that way, but if you score 21 unanswered points in the first quarter and go into half-time up 28-7, then you should be able to win the game. That's not to take anything away from the Chargers, but come on. Of course, neither team appears in my sports link list to the right, so I guess it's not that big a deal. It looks like I missed an exciting game, though. That brings me to the game scheduled for this Saturday.

Once again, the nation's focus will be on Columbus OH as the number 1 ranked Buckeyes host their arch-rivals, and the team ranked number 2 in the national standings, the Wolverines from the University of Michigan. I honestly believe that this is in all reality the national championship game. The winner this weekend will be the only undefeated team in the country except possibly Rutgers (wait... Rutgers?!) (yep) and will claim the Big-10 title in the process. Unfortunately, the losing team will probably drop to at least number 3 in the polls, depending on how USC does, and will have to settle for a lesser bowl game in January. Go Buckeyes!

I've already mentioned that I've started a new blog. However, since creating it I've changed the name a couple of times. Check it out and tell me what you think. You may have noticed that I've also tweaked the layout of this blog a bit. I thought I should move some stuff around, and I wanted to add the countdown to the top. Please let me know what you think of these changes.

I've already posted two surveys this week (citizenship and logic) so I won't post another one just now. I am going to try to get into a regular routine about when I update each blog, but until I get that figured out, you'll just have to come back every now and again and see what's up. Have a great week, friends, and thank you for your continued support.

Saturday, November 11

Veterans Day rededication

Veterans Day.

Typically, Veterans Day is almost a sacred holiday for me. Ever since I joined the Corps (actually, when I still in high school) this day has been special day to me. I have an aunt who retired from the Air Force and an uncle who was in the Army. Heck, even my father-in-law is a Marine no longer on active duty. (We don't have "former" Marines. They just no longer serve on active duty status.) Of course, I didn't know him when I was in HS, but I had friends who went to Desert Shield and they were only a year or two ahead of me in school. I've always known I would join the military and do my tour of duty for the flag. I just didn't think it would turn into a career the way it has. Through the years, I have always tried to maintain the standards that were passed to me from senior Marines. This trail of training started with Staff Sgt Huston (who retired a few years ago as a Master Sgt) who recruited me and Sgt Clark, my senior Drill Instructor at Parris Island. There was Sgt Ford who was the platoon sergeant for a time when I was with the Division Band with CWO Grimes and Master Guns Harris. Then, suddenly, I was the platoon sergeant with the Wing Band at El Toro. Guys like Dave Studer and Alan Benoit made that band a lot of fun. I've seen guys reenlist in combat zones because they wanted to be there. I've seen guys voluntarily extend their tours to deploy with their buddies and end up not coming home. I know a Marine who survived an attack and was sent home as the escort for his twin brother, who didn't make it. Through it all, I've met men and women from just about every service (sorry Coast Guard) and I can tell you that despite our sometimes-not-so-friendly rivalries, I could not be more impressed with the caliber of young people in today's military.

We held a traditional cake cutting ceremony in the hanger bay of the Essex yesterday. The oldest Marine present was a Master Gunnery Sergeant who was born in 1955. He received the first piece of the cake, cut by the MEU commanding officer. He turned and passed his piece to the youngest Marine present to symbolize the passing of traditions from one generation to another. The new generation was represented by a young Lance Corporal who was born in 1988.

Did I have a point I was trying to make? Actually, yes.

Every year, people all across the country promise to better themselves starting with the new year in January. I've decided I'm not going to wait that long. I started the 2006 with a goal of running 2000 miles this year. I've stopped counting how many miles I did run, but I know it was nowhere close to 2000. I even started a 2nd blog to track my progress, but I had not updated it since May. I've deleted that blog. I started another one, though, and I started today. I'm not going to wait until January. I'm also not going to force myself to try and run 6 miles a day (that's 2000 miles for the year) to start. I started with 4 miles on the treadmill this morning. It is my intention to run every day but Sunday and as I get into better shape, I will increase my distance. In this manner, I will set a better example to junior Marines who look to me to set an example. I will try to honor the sacrifices made by all those who have gone before. And I will look and feel better. If you would like to keep tabs on my progress, you may click here and be taken to my new blog, "on the not-so-fast track" and leave a comment if you so choose. I will continue to post here of course, but I hope you will stop by my new site from time to time. If not, though, that's not a problem. I'm not doing this for you. I'm not even doing this for me. I'm doing this for Him who created me and wants me to honor Him by taking care of His temple, and I'm doing this for those who can no longer do it for themselves.

Thursday, November 9

A Birthday Ode

The young man was nervous and maybe afraid
He wasn’t quite sure what he’d been thinking that day
He’d gone to Tunn Tavern to grab a quick brew
And walked out after signing on as one of the Few
It was November Seventeen Hundred and Seventy-Five
And a Corps had just come to life
He’d pledged his life to something unseen
He was the first enlistee: the first Marine

The young man was hot. Sweat dripped from his brow
He wondered what his friends were doing just now
He was on a long march led by his lieutenant
But for some reason his heart wasn’t in it
He’d left home months before
And crossed the ocean to fight in this war
The President said that it needed to be done
So he’d packed up his gear and picked up his gun
The temperature rose and his blood began to boil
This young man for a fight he did spoil
After the battle was over and he’d done his part
He was awarded a coveted Purple Heart
On the shores of Tripoli they’d been true to their word
And Lt O’Bannon was given a fine sword

The young man sat weeping for his friends who had died
The fighting was fierce, but they’d turned the tide
Most of the men he’d known for many years
Had fallen and that was the reason for his tears
He vowed to remember them. He swore to recall
The battle that took place in Montezuma’s hall
So to his trousers he added a stripe of red
To remind him of the blood that was shed

The young man stood tall although he was weary
The news was bad and the weather was dreary
Today they would assault through Belleau Wood
And drive out the enemy as best as they could
He fixed his bayonet and checked his gas mask
Would he be up to this difficult task?
From tree to tree and trench to trench the battle raged
It was a fierce fight in the first war of the machine gun age
He fought with courage and they carried the day
The Huns who survived would report back and say
That they’d fought like Devil Dogs they were so tough
And the Germans who’d held the woods had had enough

The young man felt fear as his boat neared the shore
This was a new way to fight a war
And yet some things were very much the same
He carried the history of the his Corps to help keep him sane
The Higgins boat hit the beach and the gate crashed down
All of his preparation had not readied him for the sounds
He stormed the beach covered in black sand
It was tough to run and suicide to stand
He fought to the top of the mountain and helped raise the colors
It was a tremendous way to inspire the others
He never made it back from that hill
On Iwo Jima you can visit him still
His brothers had fought on Guadalcanal and the atoll of Kwajalein
On Tarawa and other places that he’d never seen

The young man was awed by the leader he’d just met
He was from Texas. This winter was his coldest yet
He’d landed at Inchon and marched inland
Until the enemy had shown their true hand
“We’re surrounded. That simplifies the problem.” Chesty Puller had said
And in a fighting withdrawal his troops he then led
The 1st Division fought its way home through the snow
And destroyed 7 enemy divisions as they did so

The young man was ready, eager in fact
He wanted some action. He was ready to act
He thought he’d be drafted so he had volunteered
And signed up for the job that everyone feared
He was a Marine with a rifle and on that great day
He fought through the streets in the city of Hue
Through the streets one block at a time
The Marines advanced over every phase line

The young man was restless and could find no respite
He’d been here six months with no end in sight
The build up continued with troops all around
They struggled to dig holes in the sandy ground
Finally the word came to move in
The Shield had become Storm and it was time to win
His friends had scoffed when he joined the Corps
But he knew what he was doing and what it was for

The young man was envious of those in the past
Until one day, his turn to fight came at last
He went to the desert from where all life came
And he carried with him the proudest of names
It wasn’t his surname he sought to uphold
But the legacy of the Corps from those days of old

The young woman stayed home and cried every night
She waited until the children were asleep out of sight
She worried for her Marine and the things he must do
But she was a patriot and a proud woman, too
She’d married her love and knew it for sure
He was married to her and in love with the Corps

For Two Hundred and Thirty One years the Corps has been true
Dedicated to the principles of the Red, White, and Blue
In every clime and in any place
The Marines have always shown their face
America is and always shall be
Blessed to be protected by the U-S-M-C

Semper Fidelis

Wednesday, November 8

Rights and Responsibilities

Disclaimer: I am standing on my soap box and I am about to speak from the bottom of my red, white, and blue heart. You have been warned.

Okay, let’s see… after a disclaimer like ^that^ I wonder what could possibly be on my mind today. It’s the elections, of course. Not just the elections this year, but voting in general. I have to take a deep breath because I don’t want to just spout rhetoric and nonsense. I know this may come as a surprise to the liberals out there, but yes, there is such a thing as original thought in America these days.

Anyway, I have seen on the news that the Democrats have won enough seats to take control of the House of Representatives. Let me pause right there to ask, if it really is a House of Representatives, who do they represent? I know the Constitution says they represent the people who voted for them to be in office, but is that truly the case? I often wonder, but I digress. I don’t get a chance to watch very much news from the States out here in my current location, but I’ve seen enough to get the gist of what the national strategy was for the D’s. Their entire platform seemed to be to criticize anything and everything the President did and claim to be able to do better. Well, here’s your chance, Ms. Pelosi. (Even Fox News analysts say it’s a forgone conclusion that Nancy Pelosi will likely be the next Speaker of the House.) The challenge for the next couple of years, I think, will be to actually do something with this power. The Democrats have done nothing constructive for the past 6 years and I will be very curious to see what they intend to do now that the party of Ted and John is in charge of the budget writing process. I already know that my taxes are going up. Prove me wrong, blue team. Renew the tax cuts enacted by President Bush and the Republicans. Let me do what I think is best for my family. Stay out of my pocketbook as much as possible. Oh, and that’s assuming that I will continue to make enough money to even pay taxes. The last couple have years have convinced me that we need an overhaul of the tax code. I made almost as much money on my tax return as I made in reportable income for the tax year 2005. I don't get it.

The Democrats hold the likes of Cindy Sheehan and Jane Fonda close to their hearts. That does not bode well for the military. I didn’t join the Corps to make a fortune, but I would feel better if I knew that the budget funds will be there to get the supplies we need. I’m not even talking about plasma TV’s or hi tech satellite gear. I just want enough paper to print my contracts and fuel for the vehicles. Oh, having ammo might be a good idea and if you are so certain that we don’t have enough armor in Iraq, then you’re more than welcome to approve a budget for R&D to fix that problem. Of course, that’s taking the huge leap of faith that you intend to see the Global War on Terrorism through to the end. Will you do that or will you cut and run and allow Iraq to fall apart and then try to place the blame on the President?

By the way, the coverage of the elections by CNN sucked. True, the elections are a big news story. True, there are people out there who may not understand exactly all the nuances of what happened yesterday, but when you report that the Republicans are losing to the Democrats, could you at least try to do it with a straight face? I thought Wolf Blitzer was going to have an orgasm as he kept reporting on the races as they were being called. It was clearly another fine example of the liberal bias of the main stream media. For every Republican they had on CNN to “explain the loss”, they had two Democrats gloating. At least on Fox, they had evenly split coverage between the two sides. Don’t believe me? Check the footage. Okay, that’s my pitch on the results of the election. I haven’t heard yet how the local issues did in California, so I can only make generic observations about the bigger picture.

Now, for those of you who voted to not vote, I want you to do me a favor. I want you to walk up to a member of the military. Whether he or she is active duty, reserve, retired, or just got out after serving for four years doesn’t matter. I want you tell them that you did not exercise your right to vote; a right for which hundreds of thousands of men and women have sacrificed, fought, bled, and even died to protect; and I want you to say, “I did not vote because I do not care about my freedom.” And I want you to slap them in the face. I fully support your right to vote any way you choose, even if I think you voted incorrectly, and I have been separated from my family for half of the last three years to defend that right. I want you to slap me physically so I can see it coming and I want to look you in the eye before and after you hit me. It is difficult to say that democracy is alive and well in America when less than ½ of the country’s registered voters even bother to voice their opinion.

By the way, if you didn’t vote and you’re eligible to do so… SHUT UP! I hereby revoke your right to say what you want. Hey, you didn’t vote, so I’m suspending the rest of your rights as a citizen of the United States. Until you participate in the process of democracy, you have no right to voice your opinion as far as I’m concerned. You have voluntarily abandoned one right, so I’m saving you the trouble of having to surrender the others one by one.

The quiz for today was taken a long time ago. I may have even posted these results before. If so, I’m sorry, but it’s my blog and I can post whatever I want.

You Are Incredibly Logical

Move over Spock - you're the new master of logic
You think rationally, clearly, and quickly.
A seasoned problem solver, your mind is like a computer!



Oh, I figured this is as good a time as any to update the name of this log as well. Since it seems to be my question to the Democrats, and is also my question to every Marine I counsel about their career options, I thought it appropriate for this forum. Have a great rest of your week. I’ll be back in a few days.

Saturday, November 4

Open Water

Well, we're back on the open water, or "Blue Water" as the Navy refers to the open ocean. I thought all water was blue, but I'm just a Jarhead, so what do I know? We completed the exercises that we'd gone to the Philippines for and spent a couple of days in Subic Bay for liberty. Other than buying souvenirs for the family, I think I spent a total of maybe $10 on myself. That money got me lots of good food, including what may very well be the absolute best hot wings I've ever had, and even a nice tight haircut complete with straight razor around the hairline. There were plenty of opportunities for me to get into trouble, but I was able to resist the worst parts of town for the most part. Don't forget that I am 48% evil after all. (LOL) That reminds me... how was your Halloween? Mine was the same as the 30th, and the 1st, but at least I didn't get a rock for trying to go "trick or treat"-ing like poor old Charlie Brown.

And now we're on the down hill side of this deployment. I am so ready to get home to my family that it makes me sick. Wait, maybe that's the water from Subic Bay... Still, I'm glad to be closing in on another homecoming. I hope it's my last one for a while. I know there are Marines who love this sort of thing, but I don't happen to be one of them. Don't get me wrong. I know I have a job to do and I gladly do my duty, but my family life is too important to sacrifice them on the altar of the EGA gun club. (That would be the Corps, if you weren't paying attention.) My wife is raising our children by herself right now and that's not right for any of us. My kids need their Daddy, my wife needs her husband, and I need them. Besides, whether I finish out my 20 years and retire, or get out at the end of this contract, the Corps will still be there. The National Marine museum that's about to open in DC is a monument to that fact.

Speaking of Washington… don’t forget that it's almost election time back in the States. Whatever your political affiliation may be, I would like to urge you in the strongest terms possible to get out and vote on Tuesday. Voting is a right that is purchased every time a soldier lays his life on the line to protect that right. The sailor who sails into harm's way to ensure that others don't have to worry about roadside bombs on I-5, I-40, or I-95 has given of his soul to protect your right to vote. The pilot who flies the unfriendly skies over remote corners of the world and gazes down on people who risk a form of martyrdom to stand in line to cast their ballots has sworn to defend their right to do so. The Marine who fights for right and freedom and strives to keep his honor clean while conducting some very dirty business against some very evil people has bled and many of us have died to deliver the God-given right to vote to a population hungry to breathe free air. Please do not sit on your couch on Tuesday and complain that you don't understand how to use the computer voting system. Please do not say that you don't really care who's in office so you're not going to bother with voting this year. You have the right to vote and by not voting, you are forfeiting your right to complain. There, I said it. Take note, Cindy (Sheehan). I may not like your opinion (although for those of you who read this, I tend to agree with you) but I will defend to the death your right to have and voice that opinion. God bless America! By the way, I passed the American Citizenship test. How did you do?

You Passed the US Citizenship Test

Congratulations - you got 9 out of 10 correct!

Saturday, October 28

BOO!

Happy Halloween!



I'll be back on All Saint's Day to ask how your Halloween was, so be ready... and don't kiss any beagles.



In honor of the dark side of the season, I thought this survey might be appropriate...

You Are 48% Evil

You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.
Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.


That's a good sign, right? Have a great weekend and don't forget to set your clocks back. Hmmmm... extra sleep... ZZZZZzzzzzz....

Thursday, October 26

Another week is almost over

Well, another week is almost over. I seem to recall that I owe you some pictures of the birthday cake made in honor of the ship's anniversary a couple weeks ago. Check out these shots...


This one shows the back of the "ship" and even has a little LCAC (hovercraft) coming out of the back...


Did you notice the biscuit helicopters? The chef that made it was pretty pleased with himself. He should be. It was a good cake. Still, it only seemed to accentuate that I missed the birthday cake I really wanted, which I wrote about in my last post.

The Ohio State Buckeyes are on a collision course, I think. In a few short weeks, they will be playing their annual grudge match against the "Loser-ines" from Michigan. This game is setting up to have serious implications in the hunt for the national title, and not just for OSU. Big Blue has been winning games in a convincing fashion of their own and they've been climbing in the rankings since week 1. I'm sure it doesn't hurt them that the number 2 team keeps losing and dropping down in the polls, and that leaves room for Michigan to advance.

I'm sure there are some of you out there (especially my folks) who are interested in how the North Korean nuclear test is going to affect me personally. In the short term, it doesn't look like it's going to. We're still on our scheduled training exercises and there hasn't been any serious talk of the battalion re-deploying other than going back to SoCal. I can hardly wait for that. My kids have been growing without me, my wife has a new ride, and I just want to wear something other than digital green camouflage for a few days. Even after we complete our tour on this ship, we still won't be home yet. We have to get everything ready for the next battalion to come in and relieve us. I think that's how these six month deployments turn into 7 month deployments. We have to do our thing for six months, but there are two weeks at either end to do a change over with our sister battalions. It's weird, but hey, it's a living, right?

Sorta.

By the way, I'm toying with changing the name of my blog. I haven't made any decisions yet, but I'm thinking about it. I'm not planning to change my address, though, so if you've been kind enough to link here, it should still work. At least, I think that's how it works. To all of you who read even when there's nothing very interesting to tell you, I thank you. Please let me know what you think and have a great weekend.

Monday, October 16

Where does the time go?

This post was constructed on 10/17. I was not aware that it had not posted correctly...

Today is my son's birthday. It seems impossible to believe that it's been 5 years since my wife and I were in a hospital and going through the birth experience. My parents and her mother were in the waiting room all night. They had arrived at the hospital earlier in the afternoon of the 16th and stayed,

and waited...

and waited...

and waited.

Finally, at 3:19 the next morning, our son was born. I was thrilled. When the nurse asked if I wanted to cut his umbilical, I almost tripped over myself trying to get to the incubator where he waited. I called his name and said, "Daddy's here, Trey" and he turned toward me. I caught the whole thing on video, too. Jen was attended to for the next hour + to repair the damage caused by his passage into this world. He was a big boy, weighing over 9 pounds at birth. He's still a big boy, but more in regards to his height. I swear, if you didn't know he was only 5 years old, you'd probably think he's at least 7. He plays soccer (sorta) and loves to run.

And I'm here.

Trey, I hope you understand, or learn to understand, why I couldn't be there for your special day today. I love you and I will be home as soon as I can.



In an ironic coincidence, today is also the birthday of this ship that I've called "home" for the last couple of weeks. The USS Essex celebrated her 14th anniversary this morning, complete with cake. I have a couple of pictures that I'll try to get uploaded soon.

Saturday, October 7

Whoa!

Living on a ship is definitely a new experience for me. I would recommend that if you've EVER gotten just a little woozy from being in a moving vehicle for an extended period of time that you prepare yourself by taking some anti-motion discomfort medication before you board a vessel of the U.S. Navy. Even a "big deck" like the USS Essex (LHD-2) can churn your innards just as well as the next ship. I'm just glad that we're actually in fairly calm waters right now. I'd hate to think what this would feel like if we were in some serious weather. The sleeping part isn't so bad. In fact, it's kind of nice. I managed to snag one of the top level bunks which means I don't have a ceiling 2 feet over my head. This means I can actually turn over in the middle of the night without banging my head, or knees, or some other body part on the the rack above me. What's the down side? Well, I have to perform gravity-defying feats to get into bed and if I were to ever fall out... it's about a six foot drop (assuming I miss the bunks on either side) and I would land on a very hard deck (or "floor" for you land-lubbers out there). That's not something I would like to experience.

When we first got to the pier, I was part of the embarkation team. That is an experience I'd just as soon not repeat. It was a serious mental and physical drain for about a week, and this comes right at the beginning of the new fiscal year as well. Anyway, we got through it and got just about everything on board in a timely and efficient manner. There were two boxes left on the pier, but they weren't on my manifest, so I am not responsible for that. The first couple of days out of port, I was sick. Very sick. In fact, I slept most of the time away and spent the rest in the head (bathroom). Then I found my way to the pharmacy where they freely hand out these little pink pills. Feeling woozy? No problem. Sign this log book and chew these two little pills and we'll see you tomorrow, Shipmate.

(As far as I can tell, "Shipmate" is the Navy equivalent to "Devil Dog.")

So now I feel better, but I still can't really get much done. We can't seem to get transportation coordinated between ships. I'm focusing on the guys who are here with me now to get them hooked up and I'll let the higher-ups worry about getting me around to the other Marines. I guess that's about it for now. My wife has some exciting news, but I'll leave that up to her if she wants to tell or not.

Saturday, September 23

Gone Fishin' (for terrorists)

This is our last Saturday on island for awhile. It just so happens that this is also the weekend that the MWR (Morale, Welfare, and Recreation) folks are hosting a festival right here on our camp. My cousin-in-law and family are coming up to join the party and we're supposed to hang out afterwards. I figured I'd just check my email while I wait for them to show and while I'm in the library... it rains. Not just pitter-patter, but RAIN. For about 30 seconds. Now it's gone. That probably means that the fair grounds have been dampened just a bit, but not my spirits.

I will be out of pocket for a few weeks. I'm posting a picture of my new home. It's not very redneck, but it's definitely mobile. I'll try to check in from time to time, but if I don't now you'll know why.



Anchors aweigh, my boy!

Sunday, September 17

weekend lite

Well, we had a very windy day yesterday. We officially made it to Typhoon Condition 1C (C is for "Caution", not "Cookie") around 2 o'clock. That meant I had to leave the library where I was and return to my room. It also meant that if I wanted to leave after that (to go to the chow hall, for example) I had to don my flak jacket and kevlar helmet. It seemed extreme to me, but I'm sure had I not done so, I would have either gotten serious grief from the MP's who were on constant patrol in humvees looking for storm related problems, or with my luck, I would've caught a downed power line or something. Fortunately, none of that happened, although the power did go off in the barracks for a couple of hours last night. Let me tell you, when all the machinery shuts off, it gets very quiet with the definite exception of the gusting winds trying to recreate the big bad wolf of 3 Little Pigs fame. It was huffing and puffing to be sure.

Anyway, since it's the weekend and since OSU soundly defeated UC, I'm in a pretty good mood. If you add to that the drumming that "The U" took from Louisville... well, let's just say I was laughing all through the highlights of that game. Hey, 'Canes, don't jump up and down on someone's midfield logo until AFTER you beat them next time. You just made the Cardinals want to beat you that much more, which they did. As Homer (Simpson) would say, "WhooHoo!"

Having said all of that, I come now to the subject of the week. This week's survey asks a question. How well do you remember the music of the 80's?

You Scored 50% Correct

You are a solid child of the 80s
You'd never confuse Tiffany from Debbie
And while you may not know Prince's first #1 hit
You know every word to Little Red Corvette


I'm sure my wife will do very well on this one. How about the rest of you? Have a great week!

Saturday, September 9

Not even close

All the pre-game hype...
It's Number 1 visiting Number 2...
It's a rematch of last year's game...
This could have National Title implications...
Ohio State lost more than 1/2 of their starting defense to the NFL draft...
Texas has 9 starters returning on their offense...
Texas has scored in at least 10 points every game since 1997...

Final score?

The visiting Buckeyes from The Ohio State University: 24
The hometown Longhorns from The University of Texas: 7

Can you feel that? It's the winds of destiny. I think they may be starting to swirl in Columbus. The Hawkeyes of Iowa will be a major test, but I have faith that Jim Tressel will lead the longtime friends Smith and Ginn to a very successful season. I sure hope so anyway. As long as the Buckeys remain number 1 I have a good chance of seeing them play ball.

Lest we forget...

I was going to do a tribute post to the events of 5 years ago, but Mike has created such a well written post on his site that I would just encourage you to go there and read what he had to say.

Also, please visit my wife and let her know that she is not alone out there. She's had an interesting week to say the least and could use your support.

Have a good week and remember; It may be God's job to forgive Osama bin Laden, but it's our job to arrange the meeting. (Saw that on a bumper sticker.)

Saturday, September 2

Happy 100!

This is my 100th post on this blog. How cool is that? To celebrate, I've constructed a list of 100 things about myself. I know from reading other blogs (like my wife's) that I'm supposed to have a neat little button and a link, but I don't know how to do that. If you can help me out with that, please do so. Then, I'll update and create aforementioned link and button and continue on. Until then, grab some water or go to the bathroom 'cuz this is a bit of a read, but here are 100 things about me.

100 things about me

1. I was born and raised in Cincinnati, Ohio.
2. I am named after my father, William E, Sr. That makes me “Jr.”
3. I sang in the Cincinnati Boy’s Choir for three years, 4th through 6th grades.
4. I went to Frankfurt, Germany; Munich, and Vienna, Austria when I was 12 as a member of the CBC for an international music festival.
5. I played baseball for 6 years while I attended elementary school.
6. I was a catcher most of the time, but played some outfield and 2nd base.
7. I’ve played a musical instrument since I was in the 4th grade.
8. I started out learning trumpet because that’s what my dad plays.
9. My dad was my band director in junior high and shifted me to French horn.
10. My dad brought a tuba into the house the summer before I started high school so I switched again just before band camp.
11. I took lessons for four years from a tuba professor who’d studied under the legendary Bill Bell.
12. I was offered a scholarship to Carson-Newman College, a small Christian college in Tennessee, by the head of the music department after he and I played together at Ridgecrest Baptist Conference Center in Ashville, NC in 1990.
13. I went to Ridgecrest every year since I was a baby for music week as family vacation. It wasn’t until later that I realized that the trip was a business trip for my dad, the minister of music.
14. I played football in junior high, but gave it up for the band in high school.
15. My favorite football player was Reggie White, number 92, for the Philadelphia Eagles.
16. When he left the Eagles and went to the Packers, I stayed a fan of the Eagles and have been one ever since.
17. I took my test for my driver’s license on my 16th birthday.
18. I used my girlfriend’s parents’ car for the test.
19. I drove a 1976 Plymouth Grand Fury station wagon for a couple of years.
20. There was a hole in the back where the floor had rusted out, allowing all sorts of noxious fumes to come into the car.
21. I only drove it to and from school, about 5 miles each way.
22. My senior year, I traded down and drove a Datsun 510.
23. The air campaign of Operation Desert Storm started on my 18th birthday, hours after I’d registered for the draft.
24. I was in the chess club and on the varsity wrestling team at the same time.
25. I studied German for four years, certain I’d never need to know any Spanish.
26. My Marine Corps recruiter took me to Wright-Patterson Air Base in Dayton, to audition for the Marine Corps Band program, called the Musician Enlistment Option Program (MEOP).
27. I signed my agreement to enter the Delayed Entry Program on my Dad’s birthday, two months after the start of Operation Desert Storm.
28. I’ve been stationed in San Diego for most of the last 14 years.
29. I still don’t know very much Spanish. If I want to speak Spanish, I’ll go to Mexico. If people from Mexico come to America, they should speak English. If it’s good enough to be the official language of the court system, why isn’t it good enough for everything else?
30. I graduated High School in 1991.
31. I marched in Drum Corps International in 1991, the summer after I graduated. I marched in a division II corps called “The Limited Edition” because each year’s show is a one season run, or a limited edition performance.
32. I never took the SAT.
33. I scored a 27 on the ACT. My sister scored a 29 a couple of years later.
34. I was accepted to Ohio State as an architect major… AFTER I’d joined the Marine Corps.
35. I built models in my teens, mostly WWII aircraft, but some NASCAR models, and ships as well.
36. My favorite driver was Dale Earnhardt.
37. I took a quiz that indicated my “life number” is 3.
38. I got a tattoo in 1994 on my shoulder.
39. It’s a spider web that has my initials (W.E.B.) integrated into the design.
40. When people first see it, they tend to ask if I’ve done any prison time.
41. I have never been in jail.
42. I went to Parris Island, South Carolina, in February 1992.
43. After boot camp, I attended Marine Combat Training at Camp LeJeune, NC.
44. I spent the second half of 1992 in Little Creek, VA, attending the Armed Forces School of Music.
45. My first permanent duty station was Okinawa, Japan, as a member of the III Marine Expeditionary Force Band.
46. I bought my first car while still in Okinawa through the PX.
47. My dad drove me up to Dayton when I got back to Cincinnati so I could pick up my brand new car.
48. It was a 1993 Chevrolet Cavalier with only 13 miles on the odometer. It was white with grey cloth interior. It had a tape deck, cruise control, and A/C.
49. I drove that car from Cincinnati, to Mississippi (to visit family), to Camp Pendleton, CA in January 1994, where I joined the 1st Marine Division Band.
50. I met my wife in March 1994.
51. I was looking for a church I’d seen advertised in the yellow pages, but couldn’t find it at first because they were meeting in a school.
52. In August, 1994, I rededicated my life to Christ at a Harvest Crusade meeting at Qualcomm Stadium, but it wasn’t called “Qualcomm” yet, it was still “Jack Murphy”.
53. I started going out with Jennie as a friend later that month.
54. Our 5th “date” was the Marine Corps ball at the “Medieval Times” in Laguna Niguel. As part of the festivities, we didn’t get silverware for our meal, so we had to use our hands, wearing our dress uniforms and formal gowns.
55. She declared us a couple in January 1995 after dumping her boyfriend.
56. I was assigned as the duty NCO on my 22nd birthday.
57. Jen visited me at the band hall that evening and brought me a birthday cake of sorts. It was a package of Hostess cupcakes and she’d put a number “2” candle in each one.
58. That weekend, she and her mom took me to Disneyland.
59. In February, the band recorded a concert at the Center for the Performing Arts, in Escondido, CA and made CD’s. Those CD’s are still available for sale through Sgt Gritt, and other military related retail outlets.
60. I drove my Cavalier out to the Grand Canyon that summer, with Jennie, to introduce her to my parents and sister.
61. We camped at the Grand Canyon National Park, where my sister was working on a summer missionary team from college.
62. I think we instinctively knew we were going to get married some day because we decided to collect shot glasses and bought our first one at the Grand Canyon gift shop.
63. I proposed in August.
64. We were married in July, 1996.
65. We took the sunset train from Oceanside to Los Angeles after our wedding reception and stayed the night in a hotel close to LAX.
66. We spent our honeymoon in Hawaii. We stayed at the Hale Koa (Warrior’s Rest) which is a first rate hotel run by the military recreation department right on Waikiki.
67. Our first meal in Hawaii was at the California Pizza Kitchen and our waiter was originally from Vista, where my wife went to school.
68. When we returned, we learned that I had orders transferring me to the Pacific Fleet Band, in Kaneohe Bay, Hawaii.
69. We were not amused.
70. I got my orders modified to allow me to attend the School of Music advanced course back in VA.
71. I drove my Cavalier across the country again when we moved to Virginia.
72. We lived in a small apartment in Little Creek for 6 months while I attended the Armed Forces School of Music again.
73. While there, we learned the spot in Hawaii had been filled and I was being sent back to Camp Pendleton.
74. I got those orders modified to send us to Marine Corps Air Station El Toro, in Irvine, CA (it’s in OC).
75. El Toro closed in 1999 and I helped relocate the 3rd Marine Aircraft Wing Band from El Toro to our new home at MCAS Miramar, in San Diego.
76. Jen and I moved into a “temporary” apartment in January, 1999.
77. I was screened for recruiting duty in early 2000.
78. I did not receive orders, so I applied to become a career planner.
79. I transferred to Marine Aircraft Group 39, at Camp Pendleton, in December, 1999 for duty as the Career Planner of Marine Medium Helicopter (Training) Squadron-164, the “Knightriders.”
80. I went to Quantico for 5 weeks to learn how to be a career planner.
81. We finally moved out of our apartment and into base housing in late 2000.
82. I traded in my Cavalier in 2002 as part of a deal to buy a Saturn VUE. It had over 125,000 miles on it and had had no work more serious than a brake job or three done on it the whole time I owned it.
83. The VUE was totaled in a broadside collision in 2005, with less than 50,000 miles on the odometer.
84. We replaced it with another Saturn, an L300.
85. I call my son, William III, “Trey” to avoid the confusion I had to deal with asking about “Big Bill” or “Little Bill” or people calling me Billy.
86. Trey calls me “Big Bill” and himself “Little Bill” after the show of the same title that Bill Cosby produces.
87. I made a lateral move to become a “Career Retention Specialist” in 2002.
88. I was transferred to 3rd Assault Amphibian Battalion in late 2002, just before the battalion went on holiday leave.
89. I deployed to Kuwait as part of the build up preceding the March, 2003 invasion of Iraq, dubbed “Operation Iraqi Freedom”.
90. My wife bought me a truck to replace my car while I was deployed. (reference #82) I’d been without a car of my own since trading in both of our cars for that VUE. She’d had a Saturn SL2.
91. I returned home in late June, just in time for the 4th of July, 2003. I wore jeans and long sleeves all day because I was still used to the heat of Ad-Diwaniyah and I felt cold.
92. We went to my best friend’s house for a cook-out and because you could see three sets of fire works from his balcony.
93. In June, 2004, my daughter was born.
94. I was transferred to 1st Battalion/5th Marines in January, 2005.
95. I deployed to Ramadi, in the Al-Anbar province of Iraq to assist with Stabilization and Security Operations. During our time there, we registered 80% of the city’s population to vote in the October and December elections and lost 15 Marines and one sailor (a corpsman) to insurgent activity. We killed and captured a lot more than that and the city was in better condition when we left than it was when we arrived.
96. When I left home in January, my daughter could barely crawl. When I came home in September, she was walking.
97. My favorite color is blue, but my family crest is mostly red.
98. My two favorite college football teams are the Ohio State Buckeyes and whoever’s playing against Michigan.
99. I still love the Cincinnati Reds, but I also like to see the Padres win.
100. This list wasn’t as hard to put together as I thought it would be.

So there it is. Thank you for making it this far. It's been a fun 100 entries and I'm already fomulating some ideas for entry #101.

Wednesday, August 16

let's take a moment

Okay, let me break this down for those who may be curious as to what I'm doing right now. Well, actually, right now I'm sitting at a computer in the base library and updating my blog, but I'm talking big picture stuff here...

I'm a member of 1/5. For those not familiar with the jargon, that would be the 1st Battalion of the 5th Marine regiment, 1st Marine Division. This battalion has a long and storied history, dating back to its creation during the Great War. In every war since then, the 5th Marines have been involved. It was the 5th and 6th Marines who charged across Belleau Wood in France during WWI and earned the Marines the title of "Devil Dog." It was the 1st Marine Division, including the 5th Marines, who landed on Guadalcanal during WWII to launch the first offensive operation of the war in the Pacific. The 5th Marines also participated in the battles of Pelilieu and Okinawa. During the war in Korea, it was the 1st Division who fought their way through a surrounding Chinese Communist army and made their way from the Chosen Resevoir back to South Korea. During this same war, the 5th Marines, commanded by the legendary Chesty Puller landed at Inchon and drove across the peninsula. During Vietnam, the division was deployed again and they called on the 5th Marines during some of the fiercest fighting. Specifically, 1/5 was given the task of taking Hue City and follow on battles. In the early 90's the division led the Marine thrust in Operation Desert Storm. (Just for the record, I was in high school at the time. The air campaign started on my 18th birthday.) When Operation Iraqi Freedom began in 2003, it was the 1st Division driving right up the middle in an all out race to Baghdad. In all, the 1st Marine Division has been involved in every war since WWI and the 5th Marines have been right there the whole time. Why do I tell you all of this? I don't honestly know. I sat down to explain the MEU and our current deployment. I didn't mean to go into all that history. Let's move on...

We are currently deployed as the ground combat element (GCE) for the 31st Marine Expeditionary Unit (MEU). The 31st is the only forward deployed MEU in the Corps. All the others originate from either San Diego or Norfolk. When we embark on the ships of the MEU sometime next month, I will be on board the USS Essex, LHD-2. The interesting thing about this is that when I was in high school I built models of just about anything. I only built a couple of ships, though. One of the ships I built was the USS Tarawa, LHD-4 and sister ship of the Essex. That's just another little sidebar I guess, but I thought it was interesting. Anyway, we have joined up with our attachments (LAR, AAV, and I/3/11) to form a Battalion Landing Team. When we are finished with our deployment, our attachments will detach and in all likelyhood I will never see them again. Ours is a short relationship, but sometimes those are the most memorable. While these teams are attached to my battalion, I become their career counselor. It's very interesting hearing Marines from other units moan and complain about their job. As soon as I suggest they make a move to the infantry, they always seem to find something about their job that they enjoy and couldn't possibly give up. I suppose it's just in our nature as Marines to complain about something.

Anyway, you can check out the links above if you want to learn more about my current duty status. As far as I know, since this info is freely available on the WWW, I'm not breaking any security rules by posting this. No one's told me any of this was classified. If it was, I guess it wouldn't be on the internet, right? Because you know you can trust everything you see online.

Lastly, I just noticed on my blogger dashboard page that this is my 99th entry. I'm going to have to throw a party this weekend for my 100th. Think I should do one of those "meme" lists?

Sunday, August 13

Welcome back

I haven't actually posted a serious blog entry in quite a while. Let's see if I remember how to do this. (smile)

We should start today with the big news in the world. Over here in the Far East, we don't seem to pay that much attention to the Mediterranean area. Our area of responsibility is much too large to go looking outside of it for action. The Pacific Command (PACOM) is responsible for everything from the West Coast of California to the Asian sub-continent of India and everything in between. This area encompasses the world's largest population center (India) and also the world's larges muslim population (Indonesia). As such, we may pay attention to what's going on in other areas of the world, but we can't obsess over them. Okay, that's the official point of view. My point of view is a little more biased. I think Hezbollah got exactly what they deserved. They are a terrorist organization and Israel has taken great pains to protect herself from extremists who have made it their party platform that Israel must be destroyed. Rrrright. Good luck with that. I've read the Bible and although God may allow His people to suffer, He will never allow them to be destroyed. This is really just another front in the Global War on Terrorism.

Having said that, I think Joe Lieberman was beaten in last week's primary by an ideal, not a candidate. From what I've been able to pick up, his opponent practically laid the blame for our continued presence in Iraq at the feet of Mr. Lieberman and played on the anti-war sentiment of the liberal population he hopes to represent. Well, if Mr. Lamont does in fact win the election, I believe he will either be forced to eat his words by reality, or he will go to congress, represent the spineless, and be voted out in favor of a man willing to stand by his convictions. Of course, this is the same region of the country that brought us Teddy Kennedy and John Kerry, so he may be at the beginning of a very long career in congress. I hope not.

On a more personal front, my wife has been stuggling with this deployment a little more than I think either of us thought she would. Since I'm not in a combat zone this time, my pay has not been changed significantly while my costs have gone up. We now have two households to maintain. Although mine is mostly paid for, I do incur costs from time to time. Seems like a weekly thing that staff members are asked to pitch in a few bucks here or there for this or that, plus my haircuts aren't free and the tap water here isn't much different from the tap water back home, so I buy a few bottles of water every week. Still, all in all, I'd not dispute that I've got the better deal around this time. So if you have a minute or two, please jump over to her blog and let her know that she is loved and cared for. I'm sure she'd appreciate it.

Okay, in a typical news cast this would be the weather segment, so let's do that. We were kissed by a quasi-typhoon last week (a "faux-phoon" if you will) that did little more than cancel the training schedule for Wednesday. As soon as it left us alone, however, it turned into a monster and hit the mainland with sustained winds over 150 mph. The thunderstorm that hit here blossomed into a killer super-typhoon that killed almost 200 people. Sheesh! We've been waiting for the call from higher HQ to go assist with the humanitarain effort, but so far that call has not been made. Perhaps it will never be made in this instance. If the call comes or not, America's 911 force stands ready to answer the call.

Finally, in sports... Does anyone else think that the Reds and the Padres are trying to lose? Maybe it's just me, but it seems like every time I get a new "score alert" email in my mailbox, the final score has the other team on the winning end of the margin. If the post season were already decided, that wouldn't be a problem, but that's far from being the case. The Padres and the Reds both need to realize that with the way it's going right now, if they don't win their respective division, they aren't going to the post season. On the plus side of things, the Eagles looked okay in their hall of fame game against the Raiders. Sure, they lost that game, but pre-season is all about testing the new guys and working out the kinks in the old guys. The Eagles starting offense (thankfully without Terrel Owens) was able to march down the field and put points on the board against the Raiders starting defense. The Philadelphia starting defense was able to shut down just about everything the Raiders tried. So, what does that mean? I think if you look at Bill Parcell's frustration down in the Big D (where T.O. landed by the way) and the consistent problems the 'Skins have with their lack of consistency, then I look for the Eagles to make the playoffs this year. Win the division? I dunno about that. They'll have to beat the Giants twice to have a shot at winning the NFC East, I think. Lastly, to combine news and sports: did you see the story about Maurice Clarett being ordered to get a psych evaluation? Maybe I should go crazy. Then I could get to stay home and watch my son play soccer on Saturdays.

Have a great week, folks. I'll post again when there's something worth posting.

Saturday, August 12

Zero!

Back when I went through boot camp, we had a ritual. If the Drill Instructor said, "do this" or "do that," he would start a countdown. By the time he got to "0" (which is pronounced with a lot of emphasis on the second syllable: ze-RO!) then wherever you were in the process, you stopped what you were doing and shouted at the top of your lungs, "Done, Sir! Done!"

I told you that story so I could tell you this one...

I'm done messing with my blog template. Ze-RO! Done, Sir! Done!

At least for now.

I'll stop back tomorrow after chapel services to comment on important stuff like the war in Israel and the cost of being right in a liberal community (think Joe Lieberman). Until then, have a great weekend.

Oh! I almost forgot this week's survey. Actually that's not true, I do a bunch of these surveys at one time and save the codes for later use.

This week I want to know...

How American are you?

You Are 80% American

You're as American as red meat and shooting ranges.
Tough and independent, you think big.
You love everything about the US, wrong or right.
And anyone who criticizes your home better not do it in front of you!

Tuesday, August 8

Almost done I think

I think I'm almost done tweaking the template for my blog. I expect to get back to my cheery, wise, and witty posting just as soon as this typhoon decides whether or not it's going to hit us. Check back this weekend for the weekend update. *Please note: no endorsement of this blog has been made by SNL that I know of. I just like the sound of "weekend update." If the head cheeses at NBC have a problem with it, then they can fly me home and we'll discuss it over latte's or something.

Sunday, August 6

Another relief

Whew! This is two I a row. I've taken a couple of these quizes and learned that I'm supposed to be a capricorn (which I am) and that just rolls into this quiz that tells me...

Your True Birth Month Is January

Loyal
Social
Logical
Easily jealous
Loves children
Rather reserved
Highly attentive
Likes to criticize
Needs close friends
Ambitious and serious
Smart, neat and organized
Hardworking and productive
Loves to teach and be taught
Quiet unless excited or tensed
Sensitive and has deep thoughts
Knows how to make others happy
Searches for the greatest romance
Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds
Romantic but has difficulties expressing love
Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses


That's good, because my mom would be very upset if I was born in the wrong month.

In the mean time, I'm still messing around with my blog format. Any hints or suggestions?

Friday, August 4

!#$&%@*

As Charlie Brown likes to say, "AAAAAARRRGGGHHH!"

I posted my last entry (about the rabbits) and then I tried to post something else and my blog disappeared. Very Bermuda Triangle like. So now I have to reconstruct all of the personalizations I had. I wonder if that means I need to re-apply for membership in the mil.blog ring, or how does that work? On the other hand, I was planning to clean up some of my side bar stuff, so now I just won't put it back in.

Still, this is a pain in the posterior. Maybe I should just start my own web page. Except I don't know anything about how to do that.

I guess I'll go ahead and make this an open blogroll invitation. If you'd like to be included on the new and improved Bill's Blog, drop me an email or post a comment and I'll git-r-dun! (maybe)

Tuesday, August 1

New month!



In the spirit of a game my wife taught me several moons ago...

RABBIT! RABBIT! RABBIT!

As near as I can figure, the idea is to be the first one to say "rabbit" three times on the first day of a new month. Since I'm way the heck over here I guess I win. I'll suspend playing until I'm back to at least the same continent, if not the same time zone as the rest of my family. Plus, I've learned that my daughter's new past time involves chasing bunnies around the yard in the evening, so I thought she might enjoy the picture, assuming it posts properly of course.

Friday, July 28

What a relief

I guess this is a good thing...

You Should Be A Capricorn

What's good about you: hard working and ambitious, you're practically a guaranteed success

What's bad about you: you can be unforgiving toward people who fail you

In love: you're very picky, but extremely devoted to the one you choose

In friendship, you're: likely to be a good friend but expect a lot in return

Your ideal job: rock climber, sculptor, or practitioner of black magic

Your sense of fashion: preppy and put together

You like to pig out on: meat and potatoes


I say that because I am a Capricorn. What should you be? What are you?

Thursday, July 27

That day

The alarm sounded at 6, but he’d been awake for an hour already. For some reason, he wasn’t able to sleep very well last night, and then it hit him: Today was Saturday but not just any Saturday. Today was the day he had been looking forward to ever since the date had been set last year. Today was his wedding day.

When he first met his Princess, he was no real prince. He had wandered into a church just outside the base where he was assigned and the pastor invited him to a church dinner. It was at this dinner when he met a woman who invited him to join her and her daughter for dinner next some time at their house. This was to be the first of many such invitations. In fact, it quickly grew into a weekly habit. He’d go to the small church meeting in the school and then follow the woman and her daughter to their house for Sunday dinner. Eventually, he worked up the nerve to ask the recent high school graduate if she’d like to go to the movies with him.

She said yes.

For their fifth date, the 21 year old Marine took his 18 year old friend to the Marine Corps birthday ball.

When he turned 22, she took him to DisneyLand… his first visit ever.

That summer, he took her to the Grand Canyon to meet his family. They went there because his sister was working as a summer missionary there and it seemed like the perfect excuse for him to go to Arizona, and his folks to visit their kids in “neutral” territory. They camped and had a good vacation together. It was then that he knew (or at least strongly suspected) that she could be the one he’d been searching for without ever really realizing it.

That August, sitting under the stars in her backyard, he proposed. It wasn’t one of those glorious moments that he’d be proud of forever, but he couldn’t wait to ask. So, without even a ring, he whispered into her ear, “Marry me.” She looked at him like he’d suddenly grown a second nose or something until he said it again. “Marry me. Would you do me the honor of being my wife? I don’t ever want to lose you and I can’t think of a better way to do that.”

She said yes.

Now, almost a year later, the day was here. He wanted to rush out to the church, but his friend reminded him that the wedding wasn’t until 1 o’clock that afternoon. That meant there was time to do some things, like make sure he had the train and plane tickets for later that evening. Check. Hotel reservation confirmed in L.A.? Check. Waikiki? Check. Where’s your uniform? Right here… all the pieces accounted for. By the time he got to the small church rented out for the occasion, the clock had stopped moving. His parents arrived and everyone seemed ready to go. Time to begin. Where’s the pastor? What do you mean no one’s seen him yet? We were supposed to start 10 minutes ago. Call his house… okay, NOW he’s on his way. The young Marine sergeant and his friends take their places at the front of the church. Unfortunately, no one noticed that one of them had unplugged his dad’s video camera. There would be no video of this wedding. The music started and the bride’s maids came down the aisle. His sister was first. He motioned for her to hurry up, but she smiled and shook her head “no.” She was enjoying this! Finally, the Maid of Honor made her way through the six Marines posted along the aisle as honor guard and the music changed. The swords went up and she came around the corner, on the arm of her father, looking like the sun.

His heart stopped. Was it really happening? Was the vision of beauty coming down the aisle really coming to him? He couldn’t breath. He looked at his best man who smiled a huge smile and one of his groomsmen who gave him a thumbs-up and a look that said, “Now, wasn’t this moment worth the wait this morning?”

The pastor who had first welcomed him to that small church said some things… probably having to do with the sanctity of marriage, but he couldn’t hear anything. He couldn’t see anything. He didn’t want anything but to be with this woman for the rest of his life. What? Did you say something, Pastor? Oh, did you just ask if he wanted to be her husband? Didn’t he already say that? He had, but not out loud. He said yes. Same question to her.

She said yes.

There was a unity candle. There was a moment when he looked at his mother in the front row just as she wiped a tear from her eye. There was a prayer and there were vows exchanged as they placed rings on each others’ fingers. Finally, the pastor said that we were officially married and that he could now kiss the bride. He did so with enthusiasm tempered only by the fact that his mom was watching and they were in a church!

That couple walked arm in arm through the arch of swords ten years ago today.

Since then, the young woman has lived in seven different homes, graduated college, and given birth to two beautiful babies. He’s managed to get promoted once, start a new line of work in the Corps, and gone to war twice.

I don’t know if that couple who honeymooned in Hawaii together still exists, but I do know that the feeling is stronger than ever for him. I know because (as I’m sure you’ve guessed) I am that young man. Well, at least I used to be him.

Princess Jennie, today is a milestone that many couples don’t reach. I’m so very glad to have you in my life and I know that if it weren’t for your love and support I’d probably be a bum by now, or a truck driver. You are my everything and I love you very much. Though we’ve had our share of bumps in the road, I could not imagine taking this trip without you.

All my love for all my life,
Bill

Monday, July 24

If there's a point here, I missed it.

I think that this weekend's little blog survey could not have been more appropriate. I'm hoping that this is result is partly because I am unsupervised at the moment. In fact, I should be supervising others. Better get my blog posted so I can get back to it.

You're Totally Sarcastic

You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny.
Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it.
And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad.


So, how sarcastic ARE you, anyway?

Wednesday, July 19

What a long strange trip it's been (so far)

Okay, let me start by saying oheyo gezeimeas ("ohio gu-ZI-muss") which means "Hola!" in Japanese. I've been away from my family for not quite a week and it feels like it's been forEVER! There have been many frustrations as I've tried to establish my office over here. First, I had to fight and finally scrounge for a space to call my own. Then I had to turn in my computer for re-imaging... good thing I backed up all my data and most of the music I'd stored on the hard drive first. Now, I'm supposed to be going to a rifle and pistol range next week (in violation of the base directive that new arrivals are supposed to acclimatize for a minimum of 21 days before conducting any training) and I just learned at dinner that the range may not happen. Apparently, it was never locked in stone that we even had the quotas. Talk about beating your head against a wall.

Anyway, long story short... my barracks is directly across the street from the lesser used chow hall and that is right next to the library, and their computer lab. Also, I'm only about 2 blocks away from the USO here, so I can see free movies without too much effort. Having said all that, I find myself torn. On the one hand, I miss my family something fierce but on the other I can't deny that I'm basically single right now and I don't even have to worry about keeping up appearances in the hopes of attracting the right girl. She's stuck back in California with two rambunctious little ones and a count-down calender that seems to be moving in the wrong way at the moment.

To keep myself occupied, I checked out Book V of Stephen King's series, "The Dark Tower." I'm also making time each day to catch up on my Bible reading and I'm even scribbling ideas for this railroad I'm going to construct SOMEday.

To Jen: Princess, I love you and I'm very glad that at least we can exchange email on a regular basis.

To Andrea: I haven't called you guys yet because A) my office phone hasn't been connected yet and B) I'm restricted to this base until the CO believes he can trust us to act like men and not like animals. As soon as I can, I'll give y'all a holler and we can get together.

To everyone else: Thank you for your thoughts and prayers and keep 'em coming.

Saturday, July 15

And so it begins.

We arrived at our new (temporary) home early this morning, local time. The members of the battalion who were already here came to meet us and show us around the camp a little bit. Not much has changed in the 13 years since I last visited "The Rock".

Anyway, please stop over and give my wife your best wishes. She's the one stuck alone with the kids for the rest of the year.

I'll post more later when there's more to report. Until then, have a great weekend!

Wednesday, July 12

Until we meet again

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is my last post from home for awhile. The United States Gov't believes it is in this nation's best interest for me to ply my career counseling skills while deployed overseas... again.

If there's a positive to this story it is that I am not going to Iraq this time. I'm going to the Far East. Good thing there's nothing going on over there! (Please note: that was sarcasm.) Now, before you read into anything I've written here let me be frank with you. We are going to be the ground force for the command that assisted with the tsunami relief last year and other humanitarian type missions. This is all part of a normal deployment cycle and it gives this battalion a break from the combat operations they've been involved in almost non-stop for the past three years.

I will try to keep this blog updated as often as I can while overseas. If nothing else, it gives me something to do and allows my family to check in on me without the outrageous phone bills. In the mean time, please keep my wife and children in your thoughts and prayers. Feel free to say hi from time to time.

Peace!

Sunday, July 9

I am a Jedi...

As I prepare to embark on yet another quest to save the galaxy from the Sith Lords, I thought it rather appropriate that I share with you the results of my Jedi test.








Obi-Wan Kenobi
You scored 74% wisdom, 46% aggression, 57% power, and 68% morality!
You are one of the wisest Jedi of them all, and have had a very eventful career full of failures and successes. You are a skilled fighter, having defeated many powerful opponents in your time. You are not overly aggressive, though. You are more reserved and collected. Your sense of morality is without question, and you are a model Jedi.







My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:



















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You scored higher than 54% on wisdom





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You scored higher than 48% on aggression





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You scored higher than 25% on power





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You scored higher than 43% on morality
Link: The Famous Jedi or Sith Test written by SarumantheMad on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test



Needless to say, it is encouraging that I follow the ways of the Force. Master Yoda will be pleased.