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September 11, 2007

We will never forget

The following is reposted from last year with some new links at the bottom

On September 11th, 2001 my son was at Fort Sam Houston, Texas in Advanced Infantry Training (AIT) for his specialty as a Combat Medic. A month later, he was heading home for leave prior to his first duty assignment with the 1st Cavalry Division. We made arrangements to meet in NYC where we would spend the night before taking a plane home the next morning. I told him that he would soon be going to war and I wanted him to see what it was he would be fighting for. We would visit "Ground Zero", the site of the World Trade Center attack. We ate in Times Square and when we were done, we headed for the subway station to take the train downtown. On the way, we found a statue that was to be delivered to a fire station, abandoned for the time being in the street. It had been turned into a shrine; the first of many we would encounter on our trip into the heart of darkness.

Wtc_8b_1

We made our way downtown and got off the train close to wall street. The smell that hit us upon exiting the subway station was something I had never experienced before. The closest I could come to describing it was being stuck in a classroom after a thousand erasers had been clapped, a metaphor that many probably are not even be able to relate to. It was the smell of vaporized concrete. Businessmen in suits, who we saw leaving work, were wearing surgical masks when they left their buildings. We proceeded west towrds Church St but we couldn't get that far; the area was cordoned off at Broadway. The smoking pit and ruined buildings that was the World Trade Center site was still apparant.

Wtc_6a

As we walked down Broadway we saw that the walls of the buildings lining the cordoned-off areas had become both shrines and desperate announcements for information about people missing since the attack. My youngest daughter added her thoughts to the wall.

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And there were debates

Wtc_2

The trip back to the hotel was somber. I could see my son thinking. The only word I heard him say while we were at the site was "Bastards". Today he serves in Iraq with the 25th Infantry Division. And while he's not sure about the people of Iraq,  he is sure of two things: the Islamic-fascists who perpetrated the attacks on 9-11 are in Iraq and what he and his brothers and sisters in the military are doing what they are doing both for us at home and the children of Iraq

Iraqikids

Blackhawk reprints the poem The Day We Became One People. Greyhawk remembers Rick Rescorla and so does The History Channel with an hour long special about The Man Who Predicted 9/11. When you visit Mudville, add your signature to an online petition calling on the President to award the Medal of Freedom to Rick Rescorla.

September 11, five years later at Pajamas Media.

The Sovereign Military Hospitaller Order of St. John, of Jerusalem of Rhodes, and of Malta and September 11, 1565 at OPFOR

Here we are six years on and we're still debunking the myths from 2001. Clearly, OBL is not a "Truther" because he believes he is responsible for the attacks.

Blackfive has a petition for Rick Rescorla to receive the Medal of Freedom

PajamasMedia: Memorializing 9/11 is more vital than ever

The Counterterrorism blog on 9/11 and The Inconvenient Truths about Jihad and Islamism

May 29, 2007

Memorial Day on Main Street

Someone remembered this Civil War Veteran laid to rest in the gaveyard across the street from my house.

Our town hosts the big parade in Vermont for Memorial Day. We had a flyover of F-16s. As I walked arounf town I took some pictures of the waiting crowd.

 

 

 

 

During the Parade, we were reminded of why we were here

 

 

 

We hope the next generation doesn't have to make that sacrifice. But we also hope they will remember those who did

 

You can view all the pictures I took here

March 18, 2007

The eyes of March

On March 15th, at 2:41pm, my eighth grandchild was born.

Her name is Jasmine Nichole Rivera and she weighed 7 pounds. It doesn't look like people will be easily able to take advantage of her.

Jasmine, welcome to our world.

December 23, 2006

The Santa Detatchment

Soldier-Powered Sleigh

Santa, played by Ken Rice, a civilian contractor with AAI Corp., and his six reindeer, Soldiers from Company E, 615th Aviation Support Battalion, prepare for launch on an unmanned aerial vehicle launcher at Camp Taji, Iraq Dec. 18. U.S. Army photo by Master Sgt. Winston Churchill.

September 11, 2006

We will never forget

The following is reposted from last year with some new links at the bottom

On September 11th, 2001 my son was at Fort Sam Houston, Texas in Advanced Infantry Training (AIT) for his specialty as a Combat Medic. A month later, he was heading home for leave prior to his first duty assignment with the 1st Cavalry Division. We made arrangements to meet in NYC where we would spend the night before taking a plane home the next morning. I told him that he would soon be going to war and I wanted him to see what it was he would be fighting for. We would visit "Ground Zero", the site of the World Trade Center attack. We ate in Times Square and when we were done, we headed for the subway station to take the train downtown. On the way, we found a statue that was to be delivered to a fire station, abandoned for the time being in the street. It had been turned into a shrine; the first of many we would encounter on our trip into the heart of darkness.

Wtc_8b_1

We made our way downtown and got off the train close to wall street. The smell that hit us upon exiting the subway station was something I had never experienced before. The closest I could come to describing it was being stuck in a classroom after a thousand erasers had been clapped, a metaphor that many probably are not even be able to relate to. It was the smell of vaporized concrete. Businessmen in suits, who we saw leaving work, were wearing surgical masks when they left their buildings. We proceeded west towrds Church St but we couldn't get that far; the area was cordoned off at Broadway. The smoking pit and ruined buildings that was the World Trade Center site was still apparant.

Wtc_6a

As we walked down Broadway we saw that the walls of the buildings lining the cordoned-off areas had become both shrines and desperate announcements for information about people missing since the attack. My youngest daughter added her thoughts to the wall.

Wtc_3

And there were debates

Wtc_2

The trip back to the hotel was somber. I could see my son thinking. The only word I heard him say while we were at the site was "Bastards". Today he serves in Iraq with the 25th Infantry Division. And while he's not sure about the people of Iraq,  he is sure of two things: the Islamic-fascists who perpetrated the attacks on 9-11 are in Iraq and what he and his brothers and sisters in the military are doing what they are doing both for us at home and the children of Iraq

Iraqikids

Blackhawk reprints the poem The Day We Became One People. Greyhawk remembers Rick Rescorla and so does The History Channel with an hour long special about The Man Who Predicted 9/11. When you visit Mudville, add your signature to an online petition calling on the President to award the Medal of Freedom to Rick Rescorla.

September 11, five years later at Pajamas Media.

The Sovereign Military Hospitaller Order of St. John, of Jerusalem of Rhodes, and of Malta and September 11, 1565 at OPFOR

July 06, 2006

Ol' Blue Eyes

Apachesm

Ain't my youngest granddaughter cute?

July 05, 2006

Barbequein'

It's barbeque season and we've already had a bunch of opportunities to use the old grill. Well, it's not so old. In fact I just bought it this year in anticipation.

I had a gas grill. Still have it. But you know what? I've switched back to charcoal. For a long time I've been dissatisfied with the gas grills I've owned. It's not the grill that's the problem; it's gas in general.

Now gas is fine for cooking indoors, but when you are barbequein', there is a specific taste you are after; that you crave. And it just wasn't happenin' with the gas grill.

So regardless of trends, I've switched back to charcoal. Yeah, it takes longer to prepare the grill but it's worth every minute of wait.

Here's to charcoal

Apachesm

June 27, 2006

City boy

I am a ghost. I know no one and no one knows me. As I move through the crowds of people, I go mostly unnoticed. I like being among people. And I like being unnonticed. I'm a city boy.

My meeting out West ended earlier than I expected. And one of the vexing things about travelling out this way is that when this happens, when the reason for the trip is completed earlier than expected, I'm pretty much stuck with regards to being able to go home early as well. The time difference is such that I simply can't get back at a reasonable hour. And being as I'm from Vermont, I would have had to spend the night elswhere anyway. And seeing as how I like Seattle, I decided to visit it. And one of the places I wanted to see again was the Pike Place Market.

So I went, and walked around. Unnoticed

Apachesm

 

Apachesm

(click picture for a larger view)

The weather here has been superb. Sunny, warm, with just a hint of a sea breeze coming off the sound. No rain.

Cool.

June 25, 2006

On travel

Well I'm travelling this week for business. Since I'll be visiting the great state of Washinton, my timing will be a little off but blogging should continue.

June 11, 2006

Professional award

My daughter dug up this old "professional award" I received twenty or so years ago (see? I had hair)

Apachesm

 

This was issued to me at the time I was writing software for the B-2 bomber, a project that, at the time, was so secret it was only referred to as Project 147.

And just so you know, in the world in which I live, a microsecond is a relatively long period of time.

And a millisecond is forevah.

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