Recent thoughts…………….

It keeps going through my head………….

What is down the road with the possibility of cancer, again……………….

Sometimes the images are going at almost the speed of sound…………

Appointments are made and it is the waiting game…………..

Yes, I am scared of what may happen…………

I should put trust in Hashem to see me through I suppose………

Memories of a Time When I was a young man.

This past Saturday, the ship that was my first duty station began it’s final journey. The Good Ship Independence was towed from the Puget Sound Naval Shipyard enroute to the breaker’s yard in Brownsville, Texas.

I reported aboard her in January of 1974 as a fresh faced 19 year old kid from the Montana Prairies. So began my adventure in the United States Navy.

I participated in the ammunition offload along with several other guys that I went through boot camp with. Then I was assigned to V-1 Division in the Air Department.

After a short period in the Norfolk Naval Shipyard, we began working up for the upcoming deployment to the Mediterranean Sea.

I freely admit that I was absolutely terrified the first time I was on the flight deck for operations.

In the latter part of July 1974 we embarked the Air Wing and departed.

We covered the evacuation of US diplomatic personnel and their families from Nicosia, Cyprus. All available aircraft were armed. We then coordinated the Search and Recovery of TWA flight 847 which had crashed near the Greek coast. It was an eye opening experience to say the least and certain images remain in my mind to this day.

Finally, we were able to get some Liberty in Naples, Italy. Cold beer and playing tourist. Other ports of call included Cannes, Palma de Mallorca and Barcelona and a few more visits to Naples.

In early January we were relieved by USS America and headed for home. The North Atlantic in January is a rough place, I should add.

20 January saw us go pier side at Naval Station Norfolk. It was a bitter cold day and along with families, friends and a band was a troop of baton twirlers who in those costumes must have been freezing.

It has been a bit over 40 years since I departed The Good Ship Independence as a Petty Officer Second Class now. I know that things change over time and a lot of places that I was stationed have gone into the “dustbin” of history.

The media outlets in the Pacific Northwest gave coverage of Indy’s departure from Bremerton this past weekend.

The following photo is from a Facebook group I belong to………

To those who have been there, you understand.

 

Eyes of a Stranger

Queensryche………………………

Eyes of a Stranger………………sometimes when I look in the mirror, I don’t know the man looking back at me……………………

All alone now
Except for the memories
Of what we had and what we knew
Every time I try to leave it behind me
I see something that reminds me of you
Every night the dreams return to haunt me
Your rosary wrapped around your throat
I lie awake and sweat, afraid to fall asleep
I see your face looking back at me, looking back at me
And I raise my head and stare
Into the eyes of a stranger
I’ve always known that the mirror never lies
People always turn away
From the eyes of a stranger
Afraid to know what
Lies behind the stare
Is this all that’s left
Of my life before me
Straight jacket memories, sedative highs
No happy ending like they’ve always promised
There’s got to be something left for me
And I raise my head and stare
Into the eyes of a stranger
I’ve always known that the mirror never lies
People always turn away
From the eyes of a stranger
Afraid to know what
Lies behind the stare (Lies behind my stare)
How many times must I live this tragedy
How many more lies will they tell me
All I want is the same as everyone
Why am I here, and for how long
And I raise my head and stare
Into the eyes of a stranger
I’ve always known that the mirror never lies
People always turn away
From the eyes of a stranger
Afraid to know what
Lies behind the stare

62 years on the third rock from the sun

After Thursday night/Friday morning it was time for some reflection.

I had potassium level issues, shall we say?

The VA called and left me a message about my potassium being critical at 2.7 and said to hit the ER. The minimum is 3.6 to be safe as being low affects the heart. So it was an all nighter in the ER in Palmdale………………………

They said I was fine at 3.7 but gave me two doses of the liquid in OJ…………ugh.

This is a situation that gets your attention.

62 years. Wow. I remember when thinking that I would be this age was so distant and now it’s here.

Gettin’ old ain’t for sissies………….Buck Pennington aka Exile in Portales.

Eyes Of A Stranger

It may seem strange but lately when I look in the mirror………………it’s not me. I have a few ideas about it. One is the aging process….but I have dropped 16 pounds since January.

I am a small person to begin with……………….It may be the really shitty working hours and the screwed up sleep cycle or lack of any sleep cycle that I have that may be having an impact. The neurologist at the VA said the graveyard shift is hard on people, especially the older we get.

Besides, I like Queensryche……………………..

From Ancient Origins: Archaeologists Excavate Possible Home of Mary Magdalene and Synagogue Where Jesus May Have Preached

I found this site and have added it to the favourites listing. It has some really good reading on it. This one is kind of neat in that it uses the word synagogue vice temple. Seems that in the Common Era, that is a lost term. I still use it. OK, I may be getting old.(my doctor actually said this a few weeks ago.)

As a child, I was sent to Sunday School in a Congregational Church in a very small town in North Central Montana. I didn’t know I was actually Jewish until I was in the Navy……………………………………………Let me tell ya about a convoluted blood line sometime………………………

From a historical standpoint, this interests me.

 

Featured image: The Magdala Stone or altar in a temple where Jesus possibly preached (Wikimedia Commons)

The full article is at the link below. Enjoy my friends!

http://www.ancient-origins.net/history-archaeology/archaeologists-excavate-possible-home-mary-magdalene-and-synagogue-020472

Changes

Update on the physical conditions of yours truly. The flight line is beating the hell out of me and it’s time to find something else.

I went to my Doc yesterday.

The feet are making things damn difficult.

He wrote a note for my bosses to find me another job at Edwards due to my physical issues of Neuropathy, Capsulitis and Plantar Faciitis in the feet. They hurt pretty much all the time and by the time I am half way through the shift on the line, I am pretty much tapped out.

I also took the DMV form to the DMV in Ridgecrest and got the Disabled Person Plates and a Placard for use when a passenger in other vehicles.

I may be headed for a disability retirement from Civil Service at 62.

The Civil Service does have to try and give me a reasonable accomodation and move to another position that is less demanding.

Doc and I also discussed the surgery option as my Podiatrist had mentioned as a possiblility. Due to only having one kidney, I cannot take anti-inflammatories. I have to find out how long I would be down from said surgery.

Wait and see, I guess.

 

Desperados Waiting For A Train……………………

Haunting isn’t it? I have had a fondness for this song………………..As I get older………..perhaps it has meaning? Only G-d knows that……………………………….

I played the Red River Valley
He’d sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin’
And wonder, “Lord, why has every well I’ve drilled gone dry?”

We were friends, me and this old man
We’s like desperados waitin’ for a train
Desperados waitin’ for a train

He’s a drifter, a driller of oil wells
He’s an old school man of the world
He taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to
And he’d wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives was like, some old Western movie
Like desperados waitin’ for a train
Like desperados waitin’ for a train

From the time that I could walk he’d take me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
There was old men with beer guts and dominos
Lying ’bout their lives while they played
I was just a kid, they all called me “Sidekick”
Just like desperados waitin’ for a train
Like desperados waitin’ for a train

One day I looked up and he’s pushin’ eighty
He’s got brown tobacco stains all down his chin
Well to me he was a hero of this country
So why’s he all dressed up like them old men
Drinkin’ beer and playin’ Moon and Forty-two
Jus’ like desperados waitin’ for a train
Like a desperado waitin’ for a train

The day ‘fore he died I went to see him
I was grown and he was almost gone.
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang one more verse to that old song
(spoken) Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin’

We’re desperados waitin’ for a train
Was like desperados waitin’ for a train

From theBrigade: USS Ronald Reagan visiting Pearl Harbor Memorial (25 HQ Photos)

As most of my followers know, I was fortunate to be able to spend a day on this Fine Ship last April 9(2014) with Christopher Goodrich and his Daughter, the WSO. It was, except for the marriage of my children and the birth of my grandchildren, The Best Day since I retired from the US Navy in September of 1993.

This is a somewhat solemn post as when we enter or leave Naval Station Pearl Harbor, Honors must be rendered with the Traditional Manning The Rail…………in Dress Uniform…………………….Attention To Port! Hand Salute………………………..Too!

In the old days we would exit on the opposite side of Ford Island and do the very same for The Utah.

Pride

Tradition

Service

A few samples follow………………………………

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The USS Missouri and The USS Arizona Memorial. The two ships that represent the beginning and the ending of World War 2.

It has been a long time since I have been to Naval Station Pearl Harbor……………………………Perhaps I should take Missus ORPO as we are approaching the sunset years……………

The full series of pictures are at the link below to theBrigade……………….

http://thebrigade.com/2015/04/02/uss-ronald-reagan-visiting-pearl-harbor-memorial-25-hq-photos/

 

The Great Escape: 50th anniversary – Telegraph

The Great Escape: 50th anniversary – Telegraph.

Good Grief, I was 10! I saw this movie at that age………My Dad took me to it. We had a little grey VW Beetle as the Family Car…………………………………..

My favorites were James Garner, Donald Pleasence and Sir Richard Attenborough. Steve McQueen became a bit of a movie legend in this one.

I was 10…………………………I have to let that sink in.

The Great Escape
Steve McQueen became the definition of cool on a level with the Rat Pack.