I think Peace and Freedom are two separate issues. History seems to prove that Freedom comes at a cost... and often that cost is Peace. This poem is my take on a video of a "Poet for Peace" that I saw on the internet recently.
WORDS OF WAR... OR PEACE?
I heard a poem-for-peace on the web tonight; but the poem seemed negative, full of anger and spite. With postures and gestures and tones of great ire, the writer warned of war and consequences dire!
The speaker narrated that poem for peace, with eyes gleaming in bright, narcissistic release. She was angry, not passionate – a poet with spite; I sadly admit to preferring the mares of the night.
I considered my poems – my writings of war and bless me or damn me, but I'm bluddy sure that my words relay much more peace and more love than those that were spoken by that fiery peace dove!
Author's Note: Perhaps something was lost in the broadcast (the video/speech was way out of synch), but I felt a sense of betrayal and discomfort after watching the clip of Venus Jones at Poets for Human Rights Reading her poem, .
Contributed by Bushranger on February 12, 2007 at 06:20 AM in , |
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Saturday, 20 January 2007
The Gift of a Smile... Contributed by Bushranger
, a New Zealand Poet, submitted two poems to me to consider adding to her IWVPA index. Accompanying the poems were 3 photographs; one for each of the poems and the other, "just a smile sent for Tony :-)". The thought and the photograph inspired the following:
WILD FLOWERS
The aroma The colour The frailty… indeed the frailty
Poppies and daisies and buttercups and bluebells And the green, green grass
With thanks to Sue Baker Wilson for the gift of a smile... and the inspirational photo
Sue's comment: Your poem, Wild Flowers, is a special gift to me because it was posted on my late dad's birthday. The wildflowers, and specifically the soldier's poppies, were planted as a memory garden for him and also my late WW2 vet father in-law. Your wonderfully crafted poem is a superb tribute to them both and all God's fallen heroes. I love it.
Thanks Tony.
You take care of you Love Sue January 21, 2007
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Friday, 19 January 2007
'If our troops pull out my son will have died in vain' Contributed by Bill Faith
I won't even try to excerpt it. Read it . Hat tip: , who also links to Kingsman Green's official MoD obituary .
SEE YOU AT THE BRIDGE Anthony W. Pahl
I never met you mate, but your name was not unknown I never shook your hand mate, but together we had grown. We lived in different countries but we fought in the same war And we served at different times mate, upon that foreign shore.
We were brothers, one and all mate; no matter what our creed We fought and held each other mate, whenever there was need We were in that foreign country and never forgot the things we saw And the brotherhood there formed mate, would never be foresworn.
You've travelled to the bridge where all honoured warriors tread You're now on sentry duty mate; you've forged the way ahead ...
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Contributed by Bill Faith on January 19, 2007 at 09:03 PM in , , , |
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Tuesday, 05 December 2006
Response to Student's Questionnaire about my Vietnam Service Contributed by Bushranger
Hello, my name is Meredith Byrns and I am a senior at Waukesha West High School. I just want to tell you a little about me, I am 17 years old. I have played softball since I was in the first grade and I still enjoy playing today. I also love to read and be with my family and friends. I play the clarinet and have been in the marching band at school for the past four years.
I am writing to you for my English 12 Literature class. We are reading the novel The Things They Carried. We have an assignment that has to due with the book and about the Vietnam War. What we have to do is interview someone about their experience and write a paper that compares and contrasts the book to your experiences. If you don't mind I am going to ask a few questions and if you would please answer them for me. I was wondering if you could please have them answered by Thursday December 7th that would be greatly appreciated. My paper is due by Monday December 11th. When I finish my paper, if you would like I can send you a copy of it. I would more than be happy to do that. Thank you for taking time to read and do this for me.
How old were you when you were drafted into the war?
Why did you believe that the war was fair/not fair?
When you got the letter how did you feel?
What kind of thoughts ran through your mind when you got your draft letter?
When you went to war did you rely on your family members and friends to help you get through the war?
What kind of things did you take with you to war from home?
How did these things help you through the war?
When you went to war did you rely on the other soldiers to keep you company or to also help you through the war? Why?
When you met the other soldiers in your troop did you feel like you could become friends? Why?
When and if you got mail did you feel like your family was there to support you and that you could get through the days? What kind of things did they send you?
How did the war effect your education?
Was the trip home hard for you? Why?
When you got home how did the community treat you?
How did your family treat you?
How did you feel when you got home? Why?
When you returned home did you go to school get a job right away or did you just want to relax and be at home?
Again thank you so much! I really do appreciate you answering these questions! When I finish my paper I will send you a copy and I hope you enjoy it. I don't think I could thank you enough. So, thank you!
My Response (December 5, 2006)
Dear Meredith,
I'm happy to supply the information you require, but it behoves me to advise that I'm an Australian Vietnam Veteran, not American. Our experiences were very similar, if not the same.
How old were you when you were drafted into the war? I enlisted in the Royal Australian Air Force (RAAF) at age 17, and was sent to Vietnam in June 1969 when I was 19.
Why did you believe that the war was fair/not fair? I believed the war WAS fair because the number of refugees that travelled south from the north of Vietnam indicated to me that the Communist regime needed to be stopped, and South Vietnam needed assistance to do that. Also, at that time in history, the threat of Communism was very real in South-East Asia, and the Allied involvement gave countries like Thailand, Malaysia, and Laos, time to consolidate a non-communist government in their respective countries. Remember also the Indonesian Communist push into South-East Asia, particularly in Malaysia and Borneo.
When you got the letter how did you feel? No letter - just orders (I had already served and trained for 18 months), and I felt very proud to be in the position of fighting for my country and its allies. Remember, Indonesia is closer to Australia than Darwin (the capital city of the Northern Territory of Australia) is to Canberra (our National Capital)
What kind of thoughts ran through your mind when you got your draft letter? As I mentioned, I was a volunteer - no draft letter for me, although Australia did have a draft system called "Conscription" and was a lottery system based on birthdays.
When you went to war did you rely on your family members and friends to help you get through the war? Indeed I did... letters and parcels from home were a huge morale booster and always eagerly anticipated
What kind of things did you take with you to war from home? A lifetime of memories (good and bad, happy and sad), life-long friendships, all the letters and photographs I received from home, a host of health problems, my official RAAF issue kit, but no physical mementos.
How did these things help you through the war? By providing a sense of belonging and acceptance, and a reminder that there was a real world far removed from the hell of the War
When you went to war did you rely on the other soldiers to keep you company or to also help you through the war? Why? No person in a war environment can survive either physically or mentally without the deep and abiding reliance they have in others in the same "boat". We shared the same doubts, heartache, terror, and were part of a community that can never be fully explained or understood unless experienced first had.
When you met the other soldiers in your troop did you feel like you could become friends? Why? Absolutely - but not friends in the "normal" sense of the word. In such environments, friendship is defined in the absolute knowledge that your "mate" would put his life on the line for you just as you would for them. There is no deeper meaning of friendship... anywhere!
When and if you got mail did you feel like your family was there to support you and that you could get through the days? What kind of things did they send you? My own family (my wife of 18 months and my daughter of 3 months), and my relations on both sides of the marriage sent voice tapes, letters, and photographs; They were with me every moment I was away.
How did the war effect your education? I'd completed my formal education before enlisting in the RAAF but while in-country, I studied business mathematics as a means to pass the time when inordinate boredom was so very much a drain on my morale. The challenge was important, but the results of my study were singularly unimportant to me. It was an interest only. In later years, the war gave me an incentive to do what I do now; write (poetry, short stories etc.) and to create and maintain the single largest website of war/veteran related by contemporary poets and writers.
Was the trip home hard for you? Why? The actual trip home was one of eager anticipation. I did feel for my mates who still had time to serve in-country, but I'd done my time and it was my turn to return home... alive!
When you got home how did the community treat you? Generally, very badly... perhaps a poem called, , written in June 2000 may explain a little better
How did your family treat you? Friends and family were proud of my patriotism and the job I did, and ecstatic that I had returned safely. Of course, the onset of illnesses caused by my war service put a heavy burden on them, but they never deserted me.
How did you feel when you got home? Why? Safe... but unsettled. A few nights before my departure from Vietnam saw me doing a "dust-off" (medical evacuation - I was a helicopter gunner). I knew somebody else would have taken my place and they'd be the ones in harm's way. I was safe - they weren't!
When you returned home did you go to school get a job right away or did you just want to relax and be at home? I served in the Royal Australian Air Force for just over 20 years, electing discharge in January 1988 - so yes, my job was secure and I was back at work after a 6 week vacation that had accumulated while I was in Vietnam. It was too long, and I was glad to get back to work to get my mind active again. Thinking about my service in Vietnam became a morbid and debilitating pastime.
You may be interested in reading a response that I provided to a similar questionnaire back in 2001. It's on-line on my personal website and is called
Also, please feel free to read and use any of my writings that appear on the International War Veterans Poetry Archives Website. My index located at . I would expect that if you do use any of my writings, appropriate credit be clearly annotated.
I look forward to reading your finished paper. It may be that I seek your permission to include it on the IWVPA website, but I shall contact you at the appropriate time about that.
In the meantime, good luck, best wishes, and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas (even though to wish such may be politically incorrect) and a successful New Year,
Anthony W. Pahl, OAM IWVPA Webmaster Vietnam Veteran December 5, 2006
PS: Political Incorrectness has been defined as a doctrine fostered by a delusional, illogical liberal minority, and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end.
Contributed by Bushranger on December 5, 2006 at 05:37 AM in , |
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Tuesday, 28 November 2006
A Silent Night... Contributed by Bushranger
At about 10:30 this evening, while waiting for my computer to finish uploading changes to the IWVPA website, I took the opporunity to enjoy the garden that my wife tends with such skill, love, and joy. The wonderful ambience resulted in a rush of words... this poem is the result.
The photograph of part of Maria's beautiful garden was taken on October 13, 2005
HOME...
He sits beneath the Southern Cross on a wrought-iron garden chair And ponders on the day's events and how tomorrow he will fare With an inner smile to acknowledge a good day's work's been done His thoughts turn to other things and the peacefulness he's won
The flagpole that he's dreamed of, now flies his nations' flag The bronze plaque he once wrote about, exists and he is glad The mates he went with to war call and visit when they will Once part of life the storms have eased and the night is still
The scent of eucalyptus trees wafts on the night time breeze And mingles with aromas of almond, fig, and apple trees Roses of a hundred types, unseen but clearly there Transmit their wondrous odour as he sits without a care
And Misty, who adopted him when she was pregnant and alone, Purrs and brushes against him, content in her adopted home The mopoke and the night birds call and flutter through the air And Misty just ignores them. Neither they nor she despair
The bantams are on their night time roost, having laid their daily egg The rooster (Russell 'cos he crows) keeps them safely in their bed Enshrined in leaves of flowering bushes, grown with love and pride An old man sits content, and revels in his love, his life, his bride
And 'neath the Southern Cross this night, the silence suits his mood Because the old man knows the joy of life, and knows that life is good Despite the shattering year of war that's lasted more than thirty years The old man has come to realise that the past holds no more fears
He blinks away the teardrops, stands, and stretches stiffened limbs And takes the first of several steps towards the love who waits for him Contented, he's prepared for sleep and sleep will welcome come Mares of the night still wildly range, but he has come back home!
Contributed by Bushranger on November 28, 2006 at 08:20 AM in , , |
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Saturday, 25 November 2006
Anthony William "Aussie Bard" Pahl, OAM Contributed by Bill Faith
I finally got Tony Pahl's bio added to the site. Click . Seems like every time I'd follow a link to something else from his site I'd get lost and forget what I was supposed to be doing, or stop to shed a few tears for mates I never met. Half a world apart, but we have so much in common. Like me he draws a Veteran's pension and pours himself into his website and writing as a way to keep being of some use to the world; if I had his ability with words I'd consider myself a very lucky man. Do follow the link to his bio, then follow the links from there to learn about his Medal of the Order of Australia and read some of his writing. This site will still be here if and when you find time to come back. G'day, y'all.
Contributed by Bill Faith on November 25, 2006 at 09:09 PM in , , |
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Commemoration Book... Contributed by Bushranger
August 14, 2006 was the 40th Anniversary of the in Vietnam, where (from memory) a company of Australians, supported by New Zealand Artillery and 9 Squadron RAAF resupply helicopters, fought off a brigade of mainly NVA infantry and won the battle at the cost of 18 KIA and 24 WIA. Over 240 NVA were confirmed killed, but recently the Vietnamese Government admitted to more than 3 times that number of casualties.
To commemorate that anniversary, our Department of Veterans Affairs published a book that contained the contributions by 40 Aussie Vietnam Veterans, each telling their story from a different perspective. I was honoured to be asked to participate by providing the story of how poetry came to be so important in my recovery process. I figured that you might like to read my contribution, so at the risk of boring you all, here it is:
At nineteen when I went to Nam my mind seemed pure and clean but at twenty when I came home again the things that I had seen! Eighteen years have passed me by, and I still have those dreams. The day I returned from Vietnam – how old I bloody seemed.
, my first poem, from which this stanza is drawn, was written in 1988 and encapsulates my entire Vietnam service. 'Mother' was Duncan McNair, an Aussie chopper crewman killed just after I returned home. The poem remained hidden away with other pieces in my desk drawer and my heart until October 1992. It was then, at a reunion after dedication of the Vietnam veterans' memorial in Canberra, I met Mother's wife, son, and daughter and presented a dedicated copy to them.
The intensity of my service as a helicopter gunner and other traumatic incidents (another story) triggered psychological problems almost immediately upon my return from Vietnam. They were diagnosed as personality deficiencies, inability to cooperate with peers, and insubordination; manifest in tempter tantrums, abusiveness to peers and superiors, and violence – thankfully upon myself rather than others. With a change of mustering from Airfield Defence Guard to Financial Account Clerk I was able to remove myself from many of the activities that triggered symptoms. But the memories remained and my reaction to them had a detrimental effect on my career until I separated from the RAAF in 1988.
I was writing poetry but Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) took over my life in September 1992. Incidents relating to my service became all consuming and to cope I developed the 'skill' to dissociate for days on end. This auto-mechanism saved my life (and perhaps others) on several occasions because otherwise the compulsion for violence was almost uncontrollable, and suicide became a singularly attractive and viable alternative to the pain of a 'worthless' life. During more than five years as an inpatient in psychiatric hospitals, I continued writing poems. Some were about Vietnam; some about hospitalisation and interaction with staff and fellow patients; most were angry at the insidious symptoms and effects of PTSD.
In September 1999, after purchasing a computer, poetry became a passion rather than 'merely' a means of venting feelings and frustrations. Writing, and seeing the words on screen and on paper, seemed to give substance and form to the miasma of disjointed thoughts that permeated my mind during every hour of every day – the nightmares, flashbacks, reminders, fear of being startled, frustration, impatience towards others, and the unreality of my predicament. Writing about emotions and senses enabled me to own them. In fact, it wasn't the act of writing so much as feedback from carers and particularly fellow veterans that empowered me to acknowledge the feelings as mine and to accept that I was not unique in the insecure world of painful guilt and self-doubt.
Poetry is probably the most valuable and effective tool in the arsenal of coping strategies I've developed to manage PTSD. I found my poetry to be the key to accepting that my experiences cannot be reversed but are a real and integral part of me. This has empowered me to make life changing decisions, particularly whether or not to succumb to the innate selfishness of the illness (suicide, alcoholism, drug addiction, et cetera) or to live a life that will always be difficult but nevertheless rewarding. Through poetry I have also expressed elusive emotions and memories that were so difficult to define during hundreds of hours of counselling sessions. As a result of sharing my poems with doctors, counsellors, and carers, they gained insight to more effectively assist me in achieving as productive and worthwhile a life as is in my power to attain.
In January 2001, I developed the International War Veterans Poetry Archives (IWVPA). The main aim is to provide a website where any person who experiences the effects or consequences of war may have an easily accessible forum to display their writings. I knew from experience that sharing and feedback could help in rekindling the light of hope in those who deemed themselves hopeless. There is no doubt that the effects of sharing poetry have been a major factor in my own ability to come to terms with my war service. Equally doubtless are the positive effects for other veterans and their families, friends, and supporters, many of whom have taken up the challenge to write their first words and have them displayed on the IWVPA.
But the bottom line will always remain that nothing – not poetry, not any amount of counselling, support, or hope – will work without the individual's absolute determination and desire to live. I know, as do those who know me, that I am a product of that determination!
To write about war is to acknowledge the fact that silence about war is an insidious trap. So write it all down for others to read and read it out loud for others to heed!
I wrote the last verse of poetry especially for the book and it is not included elsewhere on the internet
Contributed by Bushranger on November 25, 2006 at 05:57 AM in |
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Friday, 24 November 2006
Responsibility... Contributed by Bushranger
I 've just had the pleasure of posting Russ's poem, to his and was struck by the validity of his prophetic point of view; a view that I share and about which I wrote on the day that your President and the British Prime Minister made public the declaration of War against Saddam. I sent a copy to Mr Bush, Mr Blair, and Mr Howard (the Australian Prime Minister) and received a response (probably a form response, but a response none-the-less) from each of them. Hereunder is that poem:
RESPONSIBILITY!
He wallows, as a wild beast, in the living room of civilization! And with rhetoric worthy of Hitler and Stalin, calls out and faces down the world - they who refuse to understand. A glint of evil in the eye of the demigod who holds the rifle; A rifle with a muzzle that, at the same time, he aims at the naïve world, and at the people imprisoned in his personal dominion.
But sighted nations see that he demands a ransom be paid in moral blindness. Blackness oozes from his heart and from the lands of these ancient people whom he holds hostage against the golden contracts of the morally bankrupt.
An Eagle and a Lion shall direct sanity in this insane world. Peace and Freedom will reign again in this ancient land, And Babylon shall once more arise in this cradle of civilization.
But those not willing to pay the cost for freedom and righteousness, shall accrue the cost of destruction… … and that destruction shall be theirs and their children’s.
Copyright March 1, 2003 by Anthony W. Pahl
Contributed by Bushranger on November 24, 2006 at 11:58 PM in , , |
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A Different Aussie... Contributed by Bushranger
Thank you to Russ for the invitation, and Bill for his patience and understanding in guiding me through the maze (or amaze) of trying to post a message here. Creating and maintaining a website is much easier than contributing to a Blog... at least for this Aussie. Ah well, it can only get easier... I hope!
I feel the need to make a comment about the antics of my countryman, Mr Andrews. I wrote this earlier, tried to post it without sucess, but now that Bill has clarified procedures for me, here it is, for what it's worth:
Unfortunately (or should that be fortunately), I didn't read the posts by my countryman and former member, but judging by the responses, I support Bill's actions and reactions, and am pleased that the offender has chosen to resign.
How dare anybody, let alone a foreigner, do more than comment in passing about the democratic decision making process of another country. Certainly, opinions are the meat of self-fulfilment, discussions are the bread and butter of democracy, and disagreements are fertiliser for change, but to demean and slander will bear the fruit of destruction... that is borne out by the downgrading of status and the consequent resignation by Mr Andrews.
You will get no such diatribe and rubbish from this writer - especially in a forum into which I was kindly invited. When a subject about which I perhaps strongly disagree is raised, I may simply state my opinion without angry overtones, but would more likely exercise that most excellent of virtues... silence.
Sincere regards to all, Anthony
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Thursday, 23 November 2006
Please join me in saying G'day to our newest Dog Contributed by Bill Faith
Remember when I posted I told you I had my reasons for picking that particular poem but I couldn't tell you yet? Please join me in welcoming Anthony W. Paul to the Old War Dogs pack. I'm in the middle of trying to track down some template problems that may make the site not look right under some conditions and I'm anxious to get Tony started posting so I've deviated from my normal procedures and given him a key to the site without adding his bio to the "" post first; I promise to do that soon. In the mean time, here's a snippet from a short-short bio he gave us earlier:
I'm a 20+ year veteran of the Royal Australian Air Force and served in Vietnam as a chopper gunner with 9 Squadron from June 1969 to June 1970.
Now retired, I'm a poet, and the creator and webmaster of the (IWVPA), a website dedicated to all who have and are serving their country, and which displays war/veteran related writings (poetry, short stories, articles etc.) written by veterans, their families, friends, and supporters. From experience I know that writing is cathartic... and sharing those writings with others is even more so. From them, each of us learns that we are not alone in our thoughts, pains, and experiences.
Do check out Tony's site when you can; you can get lost there for hours. I have, and I know he'll be a wonderful addition to our team here.
Contributed by Bill Faith on November 23, 2006 at 10:51 PM in , , |
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Sunday, 19 November 2006
In A Poetry Mood Contributed by Bill Faith
Recent developments seem to have put me in the mood for poetry. I almost copied to Old War Dogs, then I realized what follows would be more appropriate for my mood.
SEE YOU AT THE BRIDGE Anthony W. Pahl
I never met you mate, but your name was not unknown I never shook your hand mate, but together we had grown. We lived in different countries but we fought in the same war And we served at different times mate, upon that foreign shore.
We were brothers, one and all mate; no matter what our creed We fought and held each other mate, whenever there was need We were in that foreign country and never forgot the things we saw And the brotherhood there formed mate, would never be foresworn.
You've travelled to the bridge where all honoured warriors tread You're now on sentry duty mate; you've forged the way ahead ...
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Yes, I had some reasons for choosing that one, but I can't tell you just yet what they were. Watch this site for future developments.
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Wednesday, 28 June 2006
Who Are We? Contributed by Bill Faith
It all started with an email from Russ Vaughn, which I posted . That set off a flurry of emails which led to the creation of this site. I'll let Russ explain more:
Through the magic of the blogosphere it is becoming increasingly evident that there are a lot of old dogs out there mastering the new tricks of this 21st Century phenomenon. While some are technically skilled enough to create their own sites, like your host Bill Faith, far more fall into my category: those who tenaciously hunt and peck out their opinions on war, society and life in general, and have only the basic computer skills requisite to sending those opinions into the ether of this wonderful thing called the Internet.
Old War Dogs is a site designed for these old dogs to practice their new tricks without having to compete with the fluid skills of younger, more technically savvy bloggers. While we may be too old to carry a gun in the ranks, we can still pound these keys. Mao’s dictum that political power flows from the barrel of a gun, while true, predates the blogosphere; and this old dog bets the Chairman would be truly stunned at the power that flows from the keyboard.
Ron is entitled to wear stars and numerals indicating multiple awards of several of the ribbons shown. The webmaster has so far been unable to obtain suitable artwork.
Sgt (E-5) Winter, Ronald United States Marine Corps 1966 - 1970
See all of Ron's Old War Dog posts in one place .
Ronald Winter is an author, public relations executive, college professor and award winning journalist. He regularly writes and speaks on matters of public interest including the military, politics and the Vietnam War particularly as it relates to the ongoing War on Terror in Afghanistan and Iraq.
Ron is author of the book published by Random House, and regularly posts commentary on war and politics in his column Winter's Soldier Story at his website .
He grew up in the farming country of upstate New York near Albany where he gave up an academic scholarship at the State University there in 1966 to join the Marines and fight in Vietnam. Ron was a helicopter crewman and machine gunner, flying 300 combat missions.
After Vietnam he returned to his studies earning undergraduate degrees in Electrical Engineering and English Literature. In a two-decade journalism career that included stints as investigative reporter, supervising editor and columnist, Ron was the recipient of several awards and a Pulitzer nomination.
He owns Spectre Communications where he specializes in marketing, media relations and political communications. He also is the Eastern Representative for Michael J. London & Associates public relations firm. Ron is an adjunct professor of communication at the University of Hartford.
John is entitled to wear 3 Oak Leaf Clusters on his Air Medal and 5 stars on his Europe/Africa/Middle East Campaign Ribbon. The webmaster has so far been unable to locate suitable artwork.
1st LT Werntz, John D. 72nd TC Squadron, 434th Group 9th USAAF, EAME Theater 1943-1945
See all of John's Old War Dog posts in one place .
The youngest of 4 sons, John Werntz turned 18 —choice draft-meat —11 weeks after Pearl Harbor. His eldest brother, Ted, a telephone technician in civilian life, was already in the Army, fated to find himself installing commo systems in Morocco in late 1942. Lest we forget, North Africa in’42 led to Palermo, then Messina, Salerno, Cassino, Anzio, Rome, Southern France, on up into Germany and all the way to Munich. But this is about John, not about Ted.
The middle brothers, Eugene and Howard, were already noncoms headed for action in the Pacific with the Fleet Marine Force. John’s dilemma: How to beat the draft without incurring the wrath and scorn of his dog-tagged and chevron-sleeved brethren. Just in time, the Army Air Corps lowered its standards to permit mere high-school grads to train as aircrew officers. After months of hard schooling relieved by PT and a modicum of Hup!Toop!Threep!Fawr, this gawky teenager found himself taking the President’s commission and with it a solemn vow of service to the nation. A soldier? Hardly. But a citizen in full.
That was early August of ‘43. Two months later John’s outfit, which was the first Troop Carrier Group to arrive in England, began to train for the assault on occupied Western Europe. Please note that John’s official MOS was Aerial Observer (Navigator). Prior to D-day he racked up well over 1000 hours of air time. Much of that was spent observing two sweating pilots wrestling with the controls, trying to stay on an even keel and keep proper distance in close formation while wallowing in rotten turbulent air exasperated by propwash and wingwash. A neat trick, formation flying in an aircraft that was designed to look serene while soaring over the Grand Tetons in lonely splendor.
The rest is history, and John had ample opportunity to observe some of it. The chaos that ensues when you release gliders, dozens of them in the air all at once, competing for a safe place to set down. The silent menace of that huge invasion fleet lurking in the pre-dawn mist off the coast of Normandy. The foreboding when the invasion seemed bogged down in the hedgerows six weeks after D-day. The euphoria after the breakout. Loud cheers in the Quonset hut when Patton’s tanks overrun the LZs and DZs of planned airborne ops. Why ramble on? We all know what happened. For John Werntz, it all comes down to a tale of 3 first weeks of August.
1943: Newly hatched shavetail, wet behind the ears.
1944: Breakout at St. Lô. Paris soon liberated. Rehearse French.
1945: Enola Gay does its thing. Tear up orders for Okinawa. Get smashed.
John has mentioned to me in the past that his unit flew C-47s and C-53s similar to the one in the above picture, which he told Small Town Veteran readers more about , and that he himself flew one mission on that particular aircraft. STV readers first met John in post.
The members of the Old War Dogs pack were saddened to learn that John Werntz passed away due to complications following a fall on 22 June 2008. Please see post for more information.
SSGT (E-6) Vaughn, Russ U.S. Army 1959-1962, 1964-1967 2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment 101st Airborne Division Vietnam 65-66
See all of Russ's Old War Dogs posts in one place .
I was tempted to just write "Russ Vaughn is widely known as the Poet Laureate of the milblogosphere," but I guess I'll go ahead and post what he sent me as well:
Russ served in the 101st Airborne Division in varying assignments including combat MP, infantry RTO/driver, fire team leader, and battalion CBR NCO from 1959-1962/1964-1966. He served in Vietnam with the 2d Bn, 327th PIR of the 101st Airborne. Russ was serving as brigade staff CBR NCO of the 2d Brigade, 82d Airborne Division when he left the Army in 1969. He obtained his B.S. degree from Texas El Paso on the G.I. Bill in 1971 and then entered the health care marketing field, specializing in military medicine. Retiring in 2000, he now travels frequently as a consultant in military medical marketing.
Small Town Veteran has been privileged to post frequent examples of Russ's writings over the past several months. Click to see the entire STV Russ Vaughn collection.
*** Update: The STV Russ Vaughn index has been updated and moved .
Back in the day, the stage just barely shy of "heap highly pissed" was "torque-jawed." Jaw muscles tight, jaw sticking out just a shade, somewhere between "If you weren't wearing those freakin' stars I'd tell you what I think" and "Dead man walking."
TorqeJaw, A Proud Veteran-American
TorqueJaw don't say much about his past, sorta gives the impression it's safer not to ask. We're not sure if he was a Gray Beret or maybe just a Mafioso or some such thing. TorqueJaw gets his way a lot.
TorqueJaw was created by Mr. and Mrs. Gray Dog.
FTM2 "Ponsdorf, Zero" Blue Water Navy 1963-1969 Yankee Station, SAR, Operation Market Time support, Shore Bombardment
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"Zero Ponsdorf" was born and raised in West Virginia. He joined the Navy Reserves between his Junior and Senior year in high school (1963). Since his father was KIA in Korea he wouldn't have been drafted, but wanted to 'see the world' anyway.
Following high school he went to FT/A school at the Great Lakes Naval Training Center and then to the USS England DLG-22, the first of four ships on which he served. Others were the USS Parsons DDG-33, USS Worden DLG-18, and the USS Mahan DLG-11.
"Zero" made 4 visits to the Gulf of Tonkin, each about 6 months long. The duty while there was varied, from picking up downed aircrew to firing shore bombardment. During rescue missions it was not unusual to exchange fire with North Vietnamese shore batteries.
He was discharged in May, 1969 as an E-5.
After his discharge Zero held many jobs, from driving a cab in San Diego to working for NASA at the tracking station on Kauai. While with NASA he worked on the first nine Shuttle missions.
Now Zero has settled in on his piece of ridge in central West Virginia. He does a little consulting work with computers, and some minor web work for friends.
Zero has been Blogging since 2004, and recently migrated (mostly) from Live Journal to Blogspot [Click -- BF.] He participated in the Kerry Lied rally in DC and is preparing to help Larry Bailey unseat Murtha this fall.
Zero has resigned from Old War Dogs effective 2007.01.21 and now posts at .
J.D. is entitled to wear stars and numerals indicating multiple awards of several of the ribbons shown. The webmaster has so far been unable to obtain suitable artwork.
CSM Pendry, J. D. U. S. Army 1971-1999
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At JD's request I'm replacing the bio information that was here with the following copy of from his site:
I am a native West Virginian. I retired from the Army on September 30, 1999. I’m not a war hero. My views are conservative, pro-defense and pro Soldier.
My first line leadership book, : Common Sense Leadership for NCOs was released by Presidio Press in April, 1999. Random House purchased Presidio and now TMZ is under the Ballatine label. If you have a copy, thanks.
. Net Assessment - book review by Gilbert Duenas
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The Three Meter Zone provides a comprehensive yet easy to follow review of several fundamental leadership principles for non-commissioned officers (NCO). Not only is the book a work of art, but also it has functional value for today's NCO. The author addresses the principles of NCO leadership via personal and professional experiences, quotations from political and military leaders, historical military accounts, and extracts from US Army field manuals. Command Sergeant Major Pendry, USA, presents the material in such a way that NCOs in any military service can easily use it to take care of their people and accomplish the mission.
The book is essential reading for the junior, midlevel, and senior NCO, offering a practical prescription for tackling leadership issues in the twenty-first century. The author candidly discloses personal experiences--each striking anecdote lends clarity and realism to leadership concepts such as selfless service, integrity, trust, and confidence. In a sense, Pendry invites the reader into a very natural discussion about leadership philosophy, one that underlies the NCO's role as mentor, disciplinarian, motivator, and communicator. He declares that an NCO's influence is indispensable to the character and growth of the military organization, insisting that the NCO is the backbone of the US armed forces. ...
Sgt. Pahl, Anthony W., OAM Royal Australian Air Force, 1967-1988 Vietnam: 9 Squadron RAAF June 1969 to June 1970 - Helicopter Gunner Malaysia: August 1973 - July 1976 Current Status: Retired with 100% war disability pension
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Anthony enlisted in the Royal Australian Air Force in December 1967 as an Airfield Defence Guard and was posted to Vietnam in June 1969, originally with No 1 Operational Support Unit at Vung Tau where he was mainly tasked with airfield security, perimeter patrols and perimeter maintenance. Included in this period was an attachment to No 1 Australian Reinforcement Unit with the Australian Army in Nui Dat. In August 1969 he applied for and was accepted as a helicopter gunner with No. 9 Squadron RAAF based out of Vung Tau and working out of Nui Dat. In the succeeding 10 months, until repatriation in June 1970, he few a total of 650 hours on "Slicks" and "Gunships".
During his 20 years service, Anthony was stationed on many Australian bases including Richmond, Edinburgh, Hobart, Laverton, Point Cook, Amberley, and Support Command in Melbourne. He also spent 3 years in Butterworth, Malaysia from 1973 to 1976. He remained in the RAAF until January 1988 but is now retired through ill health.
Since creating the IWVPA website in January 2001, its development and maintenance has been his means of remaining an active participant in society. On Australia Day, January 26, 2006, fellow Australians honoured Anthony with the "for service to veterans through the International War Veterans Poetry Archives".
Anthony's blog post contains additional background information many may find of interest.
SP/4 Page, William B. U.S. Army 1971-'73 Viet Nam 1971- '72 1st Air Cav Div (AM), 3rd Bde (Sep), B 2/5th Cav & D 1/12th Cav 1st ID 1972 - '73, CSC 1/2 Inf, Ft. Riley, KS. Inactive Reserves '73 - '77 (one activation - Ft. Drum, NY)
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William "1stCav" Page volunteered for the Army at 17 after high school. 11B/C Infantry. Assigned to 1st Cav, 3rd Bde (Separate), 2/5th Cav Rgt., Co. B. in Viet Nam, he served in that unit in MR III until it stood down. He was then reassigned to 1/12th Cav Rgt., Co D, in MR II (Central Highlands, the only Infantry line company in the region and directly OPCON to Mr. John Paul Vann, Second Regional Assistance Group (SRAG) from the 1st Air Cav.
Elements of D 1/12th Cav were assigned various task during the Easter Offensive of 1972. Some were assigned with American Advisors (Adv. Teams 21, 22, 23, 36, etc) to differing bases and locations. William was in the Tan Canh/Dak To AO when ARVN 22nd Div had to abandon those facilities due to tank assaults from elements of two NVA Divisions. He was later chosen for 'Task Force Salvo', a small unit of then new jeep mounted TOW Missiles, and was with the group (82nd Abn TOW gunners) that first killed NVA tanks with the then new ground TOW at Kontum AO 15/16 May 1972.
After fulfilling his Army obligation William graduated from Auburn University in 1978, BS Bus. He worked for Int. Paper as a plant scheduler and in sales for 3 years, then left for the oilfield and hired on with Schlumberger as a Measurements While Drilling (MWD) Systems Engineer, and was later promoted Health Safety and Environmental Manager in Houston. He worked in East Coast Arctic (Davis Strait), Venezuela, and delivered a paper at The Hague, Netherlands in 1991. Other authorship included articles for 'Oilfield Review'.
William started an oilfield service company in 1992 and sold it in 2003. He is currently researching Viet Nam War military history.
William has resigned from Old War Dogs effective 2007.01.21 and now posts at .
SP/4 Mellinger, George M. U. S. Army 1969-1970 Viet Nam October 1969-October 1970 39 Engineer Bn, 18 Engineer Brigade Texas Army National Guard 1971-1972
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George Mellinger received a BA in Psychology in 1968 and began graduate school, but enlisted in the Army in 1969 as the one acceptable way to avoid the draft. His primary MOS was 12B20 Combat Engineer, but in Vietnam he served as battalion Kit Carson Scout handler and then as a line squad member, before being REMFed back to the company motor pool. After ETS, he worked for the Veterans Administration for seven years before returning to school to study history. He also volunteered for a year in the Texas Army National Guard. As a history student he specialized in Russian History, in which he is ABD, and also studied Early Islamic History; all his degrees are from the University of Minnesota. He has taught at university level, and is the editor/author of two academic volumes on the Soviet armed forces and the author of four (and counting) commercial books on Soviet Aviation history. He continues to follow military matters, particularly Russian/ex-Soviet, and hopes to die “on duty” at his keyboard. He is also hated on the web under the screen name Rurik.
Rurik has been a frequent contributor to Small Town Veteran, where he introduced himself to STV readers with post. Click to see the entire STV Rurik collection.
George has resigned from Old War Dogs effective 2007.01.21 and now posts at .
SGT (E-5) Krupienski, Robert U.S Army 1961-1964, 1964-1967
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Bob spent 6 years on active duty with the Army starting in February of 1961, taking his basic at Ft Leonard Wood, Missouri. They had wooden barracks and coal burning furnaces for heat and hot water back then. From there he went to a Nike Missile base northwest of Cincinnati (D Btry, 5th Msl Bn, 56th Arty, Oxford, Ohio). That was his duty station for his first enlistment, which ended in February of 1964.
After Bob was discharged he bummed around the country for a while with no real plans for the future, then re-enlisted in late 1964. Upon re-enlistment Bob was assigned to Brooke Medical Center for Med Records training. During his training he learned that his father was terminally ill so he requested a compassionate assignment to the Chicago area. The request was taking forever. Finally, his brother got hold of a powerful Chicago Alderman and within days Bob was at his duty assignment at the 5th Army HQ in Chicago, at 51st and Hyde Park near the Museum of Science and Industry. He was there about a year.
From there Bob went to Korat, Thailand and was assigned to the 31st Field Hospital which was part of the 9th Logistics Command. As the end of he assignment came near I requested and got a 6 month extension . That put him back in the states with less than 3 months to go so he got an early out.
Bob is currently working for a engineering firm in downtown Chicago. He has been with them for 30 years and spent 25 of those years at job sites during construction. They are in the power industry.
Bob tells me:
I am sure I am not the only one who, as we reach our twilight years, has found the need to re-connect with people from out military days. The need became stronger for me beginning March of 2007. I, and around 30,000 other vets and supporters went to DC to keep Hanoi Jane and her followers away from the Vietnam War Memorial. I met a lot of vets there but none from my old units. That was also the time I decided to join the Patriot Guard Riders. Yep, even at my age I ride a motorcycle.
SSGT King, Lloyd A. U.S Army 1967-1973, 1986-1992 1st Squad, 2nd Platoon, Bravo Company, 2nd Battalion, 327th Infantry Regiment, 1st Brigade, 101st Airborne Division Airmobile Republic of South Vietnam, 1968 - 1969
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Lloyd A. King, Jr. was born in the rural town of Batavia in western New York State. Lloyd graduated high school in Sweetwater, Texas and attended college at Philadelphia College of Art in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania majoring in Industrial Design with a minor in Fine Arts.
Lloyd's many aspirations were put on hold in 1967 during the Vietnam War when he was drafted into the U.S. Army. Lloyd served as a non-commissioned officer in the infantry with the 101st Airborne Division-Airmobile during 1968 and 1969, the two worst years of the war.
Following Vietnam, Lloyd worked in the Oil and Gas Industry for twenty-eight years retiring as a Director of Safety and Training. In conjunction with his notable career, he lived in nine states and traveled to numerous foreign countries. He and his wife live in Lafayette, Louisiana, which he refers to as his adoptive Cajun hometown.
Lloyd began delving into the world of creative writing as a combat infantry soldier in 1968. He penned his emotions, experiences, and the sights and sounds of war in the form of poetic vignettes while in the jungles of South Vietnam. He described the things he couldn’t tell his family back home.
Thirty years after surviving Vietnam, Lloyd decided to tell his family about his experiences, but he couldn’t verbalize events that still haunt him today like the rage of a fierce thunderstorm. On July 28, 1998, he began a literary mission to tell others what the war was like…hoping that his family and friends would understand the war and better understand Lloyd as well.
Lloyd considers himself very blessed to be alive. Wounded twice, he experienced many of life’s terrible adversities firsthand…and somehow survived. Through seeing death, fear, killing, and atrocity, he learned about his own mental and physical capabilities and limitations.
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Lloyd has resigned from the Old War Dogs pack effective 2008.02.28
Gene is entitled to wear 2 Oak Leaf Clusters on his Presidential Unit Citation and two stars on his Europe/Africa/ Middle East Campaign Ribbon. The webmaster has so far been unable to locate suitable artwork.
Sgt. Harrison, Gene Hq 1st Bn 254 Inf 63 Div United States Army "Death before Defeat"
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"Gene Harrison" is the nom de guerre of a WW II veteran who served in Europe with Hq 1st Bn, 254th Inf, 63rd Infantry Division from Aug 1943 to June 1945, and then with SHAEF until April 1946. His regiment was attached to the First French Army for the Colmar campaign. He and his battalion were awarded the Croix de Guerre by General Charles de Gaulle.
The 63rd made the first break in the Siegfried Line near Ensheim Germany, where Sgt Harrison received a Bronze Star for gallantry in action on March 19, 1945. When the war in Europe ended, a chance meeting of an old friend resulted in his transfer to SHAEF Signal Corps, where he served with General George S. Patton, Jr., until Patton’s death in December 1945.
On his return to Com Z he used the GI bill to train up through the PhD. That degree opened various faculty appointments in several Ivy League universities. His CV boasts more than 100 publications, including original work in peer-reviewed journals and several widely quoted books. He is, without question, a blot on the “liberal,” academic landscape.
GMG3 Gardner, Steven M. U. S. Navy Feb. 1965 to Feb. 1971 Vietnam Service: 1966-1967 Cam Ranh Bay, 1968 – 1969 An Toi , Cat Lo, Vung Tau "Other than 3months in GMG A school and 4 months aboard the USS Nereus AS-17 the rest of my time was spent in the Republic of Vietnam aboard Three different divisions of Coastal Squadron 1."
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Steve Gardner, known in some circles as "the tenth brother," served in the U. S. Navy from 1965 to 1971, spending almost the entire time patrolling the rivers and canals of Viet Nam as a swift boat crewman, including 2.5 months as John Kerry's gunner on PCF 44. He came home to raise 3 loving children and 4 loving grandchildren, whom he visits as often as he can get to Cincinnati. He worked and ran boat dealerships in three different states prior to the Kerry wars, after which he spent two years out of work; the company he's now with hired him knowing all about his background and he now covers three states and loves what he's doing.
SSgt (E-5) Faith, Billy D. USAF 1970 - 1974, USAFR 1974-1975 Viet Nam, 1971-1972 (14th, 8th Aerial Port SQs, PACAF)
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In the spring of '70, with American troops in Cambodia, National Guardsmen at Kent State and hundreds of long haired smelly people running around with "If you aren't part of the solution you're part of the problem" signs Bill Faith decided college just didn't seem "relevant" any more and enlisted in the Air Force. After training and a few months at Kelly AFB to practice what he'd been taught, Bill arrived at Cam Ranh Bay Air Base in November of '71 for six months of shuffling papers around trying to look busy. When the air base was shut down as a result of Congressionally mandated troop cuts right in the middle of the NVA's spring offensive, Bill was reassigned to Ton Son Nhut Air Base in Saigon for 90 days Delay Enroute on the way home. Tired of shuffling papers, he volunteered at that point for the 8th Aerial Port Squadron's Mobility (Bare Base) Team and got an opportunity to do some site-seeing in such beautiful exotic places as Cam Ranh Bay (where the Mob team was the only Air Force presence; the base was shut down, remember?), Qui Nhon (likewise) and Kontum (where there'd never been a real air base to begin with). The highlight of Bill's Viet Nam experience was at Kontum. After Viet Nam, Bill spent several boring months looking busy at Bergstrom AFB waiting for his ETS date.
When he returned to civilian life the GI Bill made it possible for Bill to spend two years at the University of Texas, earning a BSEE with Highest Honors degree in 1976, and later an MEEE degree from UT Arlington. After stints with Motorola in Fort Worth, Emerson Electric in St. Louis, and Rockwell International in Cedar Rapids, Bill was given an opportunity to "explore his interests in other areas" when Defense Secretary Cheney told Congress it would be OK to cut the defense budget a little and Congress overreacted. After a few months of odd jobs and freelance computer programming Bill settled into a technical support role, first spending 8 months answering a Microsoft telephone and later at an "outsourcing" contractor which provided technical support for several major PC and peripheral manufacturers. When Bill's health problems became worse about the same time someone realized Indians can answer email and some Canadians sound American enough to answer the phone, Bill entered early retirement. The VA considers Bill "Totally and Permanently Disabled" (non-Service Connected) and sends him just barely enough money to survive on every month. To the extent his health permits, between occasional trips to Ft. Worth to visit his daughter and grandson he spends the bulk of his time surfing the web and blogging. Prior to becoming webmaster for Old War Dogs, Bill blogged at , and before that at . *** Update: Bill is also now blogging at an OWD satellite site, .
Sgt Dog, Gray USAF 1970 – 1974, USAFR 1974 – 1976 5008th Tactical Support Squadron, Elmendorf AFB, AK 3902nd Air Base Wing, SAC HQ, Offutt AFB, NE
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The Gray Dog was born in West Virginia but grew up in the Detroit area. After graduating high school in 1969 with a student deferment in hand, he entered Wayne State University as a Music Major. After a sudden illness in his second semester forced him to withdraw from classes, the Selective Service saw fit to reclassify him 1A. With a low lottery number and a new draft status, Mike decided to be proactive and enlist in the Air Force in July 1970. His hopes of becoming an Air Traffic Controller were dashed when he didn’t pass the vision test, thus the Air Force armed him computer training and shipped him off to Alaska.
At Elmendorf AFB all newly arrived airmen were assigned to a Security Police Augmentee Team. So when he wasn’t defending the country from behind a computer console, The Gray Dog was issued an M16 and walked guard duty during the long Alaskan nights. Two years later he was reassigned to SAC HQ at Offutt AFB, NE. There, he was an Operations Supervisor assigned to the 3902 Air Base Wing.
After leaving the Air Force, The Gray Dog remained in the computer industry as a mainframe software developer which he still does today, making him a dinosaur in the industry.
In 2004, with the maniacal rants Michael Moore and John Kerry proliferating through the air waves, The Gray Dog decided to add his voice to the conservative blogs that were springing up throughout the country by starting his web site and assisting and contributing to his son’s site, IHateJohnKerry.net. He also was a contributor at Reject Liberalism and it was also during this time that he began regular correspondence with Old War Dog Jim Bartimus. The Gray Dog and Jim became fast electronic pen-pals and contributed frequently at each others site. The Gray Dog has recently resurrected his own fine site,
Del is entitled to wear a V for Valor device on his Navy Commendation Ribbon. The webmaster has so far been unable to locate suitable artwork.
Cpl. Del Vecchio, R. J. U.S. Marine Corps 1966 - 1968
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When R. J. Del Vecchio entered the Marines in 1966 the Marine Corps decided to make use of his BS and MS in chemistry and assigned him to a Photography MOS. He spent from Dec '67 to Nov '68 in Viet Nam, working as a Combat Photographer for the 1st Marine Division, based in Da Nang, and traveled over most of I Corps, from An Hoa in the southern tip to Hue most of the way north. Many of his photographs are in the National Archives, College Park, MD.
After his service in Vietnam, Del continued working in the field of chemistry and became a pro-veteran activist using his experience and knowledge of the conflict in SE Asia. His book, Whitewash/Blackwash: Myths of the Viet Nam War, co-authored with Mr. Bill Laurie, explodes many of the major myths of the Vietnam War. Now active in veteran circles, also Director of a charity for disabled ARVN vets suffering still in Viet Nam, been back there twice in the last 15 months to find and help them. He is also a regular lecturer in high schools and colleges on the history of the war.
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MSgt (E-7) Craig, Bobbie USANG 1973-1976, 1982-2004 Desert Shield, Desert Storm 1990-1991 Various periods of Active Duty 1973-2004
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("Bobbie Craig" is the nom de blog of a retired Air National Guard NCO who prefers to keep her real identity secret for reasons the webmaster knows and considers perfectly valid.)
As the daughter of a career Army man, it was a family joke that whatever "Bobbie" grew up to be, it would be in the Army. Years later, Bobbie was expecting to pursue a career in federal law enforcement and found that the competition usually included military police experience. In order to keep up, in spite of the fact that we were in the midst of a serious conflict in a little place called Viet Nam, Bobbie tried to enlist, but insisted that it would be for military police training. The Air National Guard finally called and said that they could guarantee her a slot in that career field. So, it was off to Lackland for basic and SP training in 1973. That was the beginning of a very satisfying career with the ANG, to include interesting trips to some fascinating places in a wide variety of assignments.
Special memories for Bobbie include being one of the first 4 women to graduate from USAF Law Enforcement technical training (back in the day when women were not issued combat boots. Ever done the low crawl in regular shoes, guys?); packing C-130's for deployment all over the world in support of every imaginable contingency; riding those hulking birds all over the world, wearing out 5 laptops doing load plans during Desert Storm, printing the final ones to get the units home with no screen; and getting to drive to DC on 9-12-01 to support operations there.
After retirement in the spring of 2004 it was Bobbie's honor to stand with other veterans who opposed the lunacy of Kerry running for the presidency. That group continues operations in opposition to the Idiots for Peace as they work to undermine all the sacrifices we have made.
CPT Briscoe, Shane U.S. Army, 1971-1976 2/34 Armor, Ft. Carson 4th Infantry Division Headquarters, Ft. Carson 1/77 Armor, Ft. Carson 2nd Armored Cavalry Regiment, Nuremberg
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Shane Briscoe is the pseudonym (for purely business reasons) for a West Point graduate (Class of ’71) and former Army Captain who, though he signed up at the height of Vietnam, ended up missing combat altogether.
The son of an Army officer (we call them “Brats”), Shane grew up on Army Posts around the world, from Germany to Hawaii and in between. He sought nomination to West Point with the goal in mind of a military career, but such was not to be.
“Vietnam changed the Army, and not for the better,” Shane says. “Fighting a war with one hand tied behind your back and no strategy for clear victory will do that to any army. Having said that, I thank my West Point classmates and everyone else who stayed in and fixed things so that we have the professional, dedicated, lethally effective force we have today.”
Commissioned an Armor officer, Shane served as a Platoon Leader and Executive Officer in two Fort Carson tank units and later at 4th Infantry Division Headquarters as a Public Affairs and Information Officer (“I was setting myself up for civilian employment”) before being posted to Germany in 1974. “My Dad always told me volunteering was bad luck, but I wanted a short tour so I could be in the United States to find a civilian job when my commitment expired in 1976; I volunteered for Vietnam first, and then Korea. They told me, ‘Lieutenant, you’re on orders for Germany,’ and that was that.”
Shane was assigned to the 2nd Armored Cavalry Regiment, the oldest regiment on continuous active service in the U.S. Army. Its mission at the time: Patrol the southern sector of the East German Border, along with the Czech Border as the very frontline NATO force. "In other words, we were the tripwire tasked with delaying the Warsaw Pact until our heavy divisions could organize. Gen. Tommy Franks of Iraq War fame was a fellow regimental staff officer."
Leaving the military in June 1976, Shane went into corporate public affairs, serving first as speechwriter for the chairman of a major utility company before finding his true calling in the oil business in 1980. He now works as a senior executive with an international oil and gas company headquartered in Houston.
“There is nothing more important than fighting and winning the War on Terror,” Shane believes. “This is World War III and the stakes are every bit as high as in World War II, the American Civil War and our Revolution. The rest of the world is too decadent and too socialist (same thing) to recognize it, but this war is also a fundamental clash of civilizations—the modern, Judeo-Christian, human-justice forces of Western Civilization against barbarians, pseudo-religious zealots stuck in the Middle Ages with no morals and, more important, no restrictions on their behavior. Winning this war, and winning it decisively, is the only option. It is the challenge of our age and a life or death struggle for our way of life.”
Shane also has his own blog at .
Karl is entitled to wear an Oak Leaf Cluster on his Air Force Commendation Medal, 3 bronze stars (instead of the one shown) on his Vietnam Service Medal, and 4 Oak Leaf Clusters on his Air Force Service Longevity Medal. The webmaster has so far been unable to locate suitable artwork.
LTC (Ret.) Bossi, Karl R. Enlisted, U.S. Air Force Reserve 1959 – 1962 (94th Troop Carrier Wing - Hanscom AFB, Bedford, MA) Officer, U.S. Air Force 1962 – 1982 (Japan, Vietnam, Spain, Turkey, U.S.)
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The youngest of three brothers, Karl Bossi was born and raised in Boston in the predominantly Irish section of Dorchester, a few years prior to the start of World War II. His brothers served in the USAF but Bossi chose to make the military a career. He could never know that the C-119 flying boxcars he supported as an airman would one day fly combat missions as AC-119 Gunships from his base in Vietnam.
As a nuclear weapons/conventional weapons maintenance officer and later an Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD) officer, Bossi worked in various squadron-level and staff assignments. He managed nuclear and conventional weapons operations, performed operational testing of new weapons, led a munitions squadron in Spain, advised the Turkish Air Force, and directed nuclear weapons stockpile activities. In 1968 after graduating from the Navy EOD School in Indian Head, MD, Bossi volunteered for Vietnam and was assigned to the 14th Special Operations Wing at Nha Trang Air Base. As the officer in charge of the EOD Team he gained first-hand knowledge of Viet Cong bombs, bullets, and booby traps.
In 1982 Bossi retired at Kirtland AFB, Albuquerque, New Mexico as the Chief, Maintenance and Quality Assurance Division, Field Command Defense Nuclear Agency. He landed a position there as an aerospace logistic engineer at Sperry Flight Systems, later Honeywell Defense Avionics Systems Division. Over the next 15 years Bossi contributed to many key defense avionics programs involving the B-1B bomber, OH-58D helicopter, F-117 stealth fighter and C-17 transport aircraft.
Bossi holds graduate degrees in counseling and guidance and procurement management and is a published writer and author of a 5-star memoir, entitled Just Call Me Moose. Bossi's articles with photos have appeared in the Albuquerque Journal, Albuquerque Tribune, Albuquerque Business Journal, New Mexico Magazine and the nationally syndicated Country Woman Magazine.
Learning conservative principles started early for him. Fifty years ago as the Editor of the Yearbook at Boston Technical High School, Bossi ended the prologue with these words: “May God grant us strength to surmount the obstacles which lie ahead in a world made difficult by conflicting philosophies and aggressive governments.” Today every American must fully grasp the consequences of failing to win the war on terrorism. The Old War Dogs who launched this website understand.
Karl has announced his resignation from the Old War Dogs site effective 2006.10.22.
SP/4 Bartimus, James R. U.S. Army 1970-1973 Vietnam June 71-March 72 102nd Engr Co. 815th Engr Bn Camp Dillard Co E, 1st Engr Bn, 1st Inf Div Ft. Riley, Ks.
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Jim Bartimus was born and raised on a farm in the hills of Illinois. He enlisted in the Army during his junior year in high school. He was trained as a crawler tractor operator (62E20) with the combat engineers at Ft Leonard Wood. From there he went to NCO schooling for senior operators and was deployed to Viet Nam in 1971 as a SP/5 with the 102nd Engineers CS at Camp Dillard in the central highlands near Da Lat. The mission at hand was to build QL-20, a main corridor to the southern part of the country. This was a full circle operation with rock crushers, asphalt plant and an off compound rock quarry. The sergeant running the drilling and blast crew in the quarry rotated out and Jim replaced him after learning the tricks of the trade. He received his hard stripe E-5 ranking with an MOS for quarrymen (62G30) and also did the EOD work when required. Using time delay caps on 200 shot patterns with between 2000 and 3000 lb of TNT you can pretty much pile the rock anywhere you want it, and we were good at it. Those three steps are still in the side of that hill and will be forever. The 102nd was slated to stand down in 72 and some of the upper echelon changes didn’t seem to agree with those that were working off compound in the real war zone. (long story). JB got demoted to SP/4 and was replaced with an E-6 and continued with his work in the quarry. The day he held that badly wounded mans (Sgt Roher’s) head in his lap shielding his eyes from the sun will never be forgotten. He ran a track drill over a booby-trapped 81mm mortar round that was meant for me. We also lost the life of an old papasan that day that was very dear to me. I will never forget the Vietnamese friends that I had over there and the compassion we had for them. They weren't all the enemy.
Jim rotated back to Ft. Riley Kansas in March of 72 after the 102nd stood down and was assigned to Co E 1st Engr Bn 1st Inf Div, which was a floating bridge unit.
After leaving the military Jim returned to Illinois and married a nice Irish girl, and worked as a mechanic in the automotive and the trucking industry. He accepted a position in Texas doing engine (irrigation) rebuilds & machine work and spent 12 years working there and raising their son in a good environment.
JB is back in Illinois now and works for one of the largest independent oil field operators working the Illinois basin. His current job is process management and control stuff and taking care of the onsite 3 Megawatt power generation facilities and doing computer work and web authoring after hours for entertainment.
Jim is also the proprietor of the fine site.
Capt. (O-6) Bailey, Larry U.S. Navy 1962-1990
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A native of East Texas, where he graduated from Marshall High School and Stephen F. Austin State College, Larry Bailey was raised on a dairy farm, where he milked an estimated 300,000 Holsteins and Jerseys. Upon graduation from college, he went to Navy Officer Candidate School and was commissioned an ensign in 1962. After a less-than-stellar eight months as a destroyer sailor, he volunteered for Underwater Demolition Training at Little Creek, Virginia, and graduated therefrom in January 1964. After spending a year at UDT-22, he transferred to SEAL Team TWO, where he spent the next three years. Among his deployments at that command were combat tours to the Dominican Republic and Viet Nam.
Larry's 27-year Navy career saw him stationed in Panama, Bolivia, Scotland, the Philippines, and Viet Nam, in addition to various stateside postings, which included Little Creek, VA; Coronado, CA; and Ft. Bragg, NC. He commanded Naval Special Warfare Unit TWO in Machrihanish, Scotland, and Naval Special Warfare Center in Coronado. He retired from the US Special Operations Command in 1990.
Since retirement, Larry has worked as a consultant, speechwriter, fundraiser, and general gad-about. His most notable activities included presiding over Vietnam Vets for the Truth, which campaigned against John Kerry in 2004, and over Vets for the Truth, which unsuccessfully tried to deny John Murtha a 17th term in Congress.
Larry and his wife Judy are the parents of two adult children: Tucker and Hallie.
Arch is entitled to wear an Oak Leaf Cluster on his Distinguished Flying Cross and 10 Oak Leaf Clusters on his Air Medal. The webmaster has so far been unable to locate suitable artwork.
Major Arthur, Arch U.S. Air Force 1967-1987
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Arch Arthur was born in Birmingham, Alabama – the son of an infantry lieutenant who was wounded in Normandy, and again on the first day of the Battle of the Bulge, then gave his life for his country in April 1945. Two years later, Arch's mother married a career naval officer who spent WWII island-hopping the Pacific as a Seabee.
His family moved from Gulfport to Guam, Washington DC, Boston, New York and Norfolk. Arch attended public schools and two military academies, graduating from high school in Newport RI. He earned a BA in Asian Studies at the University of Oklahoma and married Judith Kennedy – the daughter of a retired artillery officer.
In 1967, 2LT Arthur graduated USAF officer training school. He attended undergraduate navigator training and the F4 aircrew training course before volunteering for South East Asia. He was assigned to Homestead AFB, FL.
In 1971 while TDY to Phu Cat, he got orders to the 366 Tactical Fighter Wing at DaNang AB, RVN. During his tour, he flew 164 ½ combat missions.
During the 1972 Eastertide Offensive Arch flew Linebacker and strike missions. As a Stormy Forward Air Controller, he and Cisco, his aircraft commander, made 7 passes on a SA-2 site the North Vietnamese set up just south of the DMZ. A site across the border fired five missiles; they saw three. The fourth detonated just below their aircraft. Both engines caught fire and stuck in full afterburner. Flight controls failed crossing the beach and the nose pitched up. As the aircraft slowed to 450 knots, they both ejected and parasailed about 1 Km feet wet. NVA artillery shot at their rafts for half an hour until HH-53s from the 33 ARRS rescued them. After recuperating for 10 days, he returned to Stormy.
After Vietnam, he was assigned to 58 TTW at Luke AFB, teaching aircrews to operate the F4C. In 1975, he moved to Clark AB, Philippines in an operational test and evaluation unit – the 1st Test Squadron. In 1978 he served in the 4th TFW at Seymour-Johnson AFB, NC.
After 13 years in the cockpit, he accepted an overseas assignment as a US military-political affairs officer in Central America. Returning to CONUS in 1981 with three overseas tours, he finished his career as a staff officer in Air Defense Weapons Center at Tyndall AFB, FL. From concept to operational status, Arthur was responsible for three major range improvement programs – formation drone control, vector scoring and telemetry relay.
Before retiring in 1987, Major Arthur had earned the Distinguished Flying Cross for heroism and another for extraordinary achievement, the Purple Heart, the Air Medal with 11 oak leaf clusters and other citations. He held aeronautical rating of Master Navigator and a Top Secret SBI clearance.
After retiring from the Air Force, Mr. Arthur accepted an executive position with LTV Aerospace and Defense – Missiles and Electronics Group/Sierra Research Division in Buffalo, NY. At Sierra, he was program manager and product line manager of avionics with full profit-loss, orders, sales and performance responsibility for $100 M in active US DoD, foreign military and commercial contracts. In 1999, he was promoted to director of business development, marketing wideband time space position information technology.
In 2004, Arch accepted early retirement and founded his own defense electronics firm. In December 2006, he moved from Buffalo to a rural town south of Birmingham.
(Unit patches pending)
OST-6 "Antimedia" U.S. Navy 1968-1974
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Antimedia served in , which was secret but has now been declassified. His entire service was shore-based - one year and three months in training, two years and nine months in Cape Hatteras, NC and two years in Newfoundland, Canada.
Antimedia also has a great blog of his own, .
Sgt. Andrew, Martin Royal Australian Air Force, 1977-2005
International Military Liaison Darwin October 1999 – July 2000
RMAF Base Butterworth July 1982 – November 1984
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Martin Andrew is an Aussie ring in. Best known for his GI Zhou Newsletter and his contributions to the Jamestown Foundation's China Brief he spent 28 years in the Royal Australian Air force rising to the rank of Sergeant. A dedicated REMF or Pogue, postings during his career included Malaysia where he received an Australian Service Medal for liver abuse and getting married, and eleven and half years in the Northern Territory. The highlight of his career was being an International Military Liaison Officer from October 1999 to July 2000 in Darwin, during Australia's involvement in East Timor the first time. He worked as a liaison officer with elements from various forces including the Jordanian Special Forces, South Korean Rangers, Irish Rangers, Canadian Defence Force and the Fijian Defence Force.
Martin holds a Masters Degree in Asian Studies and has been to Harvard University as a Research Affiliate on North Asia. His contributions will be in the area of North Asia, modern weaponry notably infantry weapons ,and modern warfare. He was trained in many small arms during soujourns to Fabrique Nationale and Heckler and Koch in the 1980s and travelled extensivelly around East Malaysia, Singapore and Brunei from 1991 to 2003 collecting much information about the region for his university research.
He looks forward to contributing to the Old War Dogs but acknowledges he is a pup - he owns a half Staffordshire Terrier/half Australian Red Heeler who is his best friend and companion.
Martin Andrew has resigned from the Old War Dogs site effective 23 Nov 2006.
Gary is entitled to wear 3 Oak Leaf Clusters on his Air Medal, 1 Silver and 1 Bronze OLC on his Air Force Good Conduct Medal, 2 OLCs on his Army Good Conduct Medal, 1 Silver and 1 Bronze OLC on his Air Force Longevity Medal and 3 OLCs on his Outstanding Unit Award ribbon. The webmaster has so far been unable to locate suitable artwork.
SMSGT Adams, Gary ("Boomer") U.S. Air Force 1956-1986
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Gary was born and raised in Ashland, Wisconsin, on the shore of Lake Superior (some call it Gitcheegumee). He enlisted on June 12, 1956 upon graduation from high school. Basic training was at Parks AFB, Pleasanton, CA and was one of the very last classes before the base was closed and all basic training moved to Lackland AFB, TX.
Gary's first assignment was to be Itazuke AB, Japan. He departed Oakland by ship (MSTS M.M. Patrick) and spent 17 days, three days in a typhoon, enroute to Yokohama, Japan. At Tachikawa his assignment was changed to Kadena AB, Okinawa where he spent the next four years (Dec 56 - Dec 60). While there he met his Miss Okinawa in 1958 in the Airman's Club. Gary comments: "It took three months of trying to get her attention before she finally spoke to me and three more to get her to go on a movie date". They were married on March 16, 1959 and have one son (48), one daughter (46), eight grandchildren and one great-granddaughter who lives with them.
Other assignments: Fairchild AFB, Spokane, WA (Dec 60 - Sep 64), Pease AFB, Portsmouth, NH (Sep 64 - May 66), Ching Chuan Kang AB, Taichung, Taiwan (May 66 - Jun 67), Travis AFB, Fairfield, CA (Jun 67 - Dec 70), Grissom AFB, Peru, IN 9 (Dec 70 - May 72), a second tour at Kadena AB, Okinawa (May 72 - May 80) and finally Andersen AFB, Guam in May 1980 where SMSGT Adams assumed the position of his career as Chief Boomer, Pacific Tanker Task Force. He retired on March 1, 1986.
Gary logged 212 combat support missions (800+ hours) in Southeast Asia during the Vietnam conflict. Notable historical events he participated in: Frequent Wind (the withdrawal from Vietnam) - flew 12 hour communication relay sorties on the last two days, 29 and 30 April 1975. He also participated in 8 of the 11 days in December 1972 during Linebacker II when the B-52's conducted an intensive 11 day bombing of North Vietnam. An unforgettable 11 days it was.
After Gary retired he was hired by Pacific Stars & Stripes as the Guam Area Manager. He held that position until he resigned in December 1989. Gary is now 100% retired and stays home to take care of his many canine friends and play with his great-granddaughter who will someday be a pilot and take him for a space ride (she already loves airplanes).
Webmaster's note: This post may change as time goes on without being re-dated. I'm still looking for better pictures of some of the ribbons and badges, and the post will grow as we recruit more Old War Dogs.
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