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May 29, 2011

Memorial Day

Memorial Day and a Very Important PS

Early Monday morning I gave a concerned look at Katie and wondered why she was not ready for school yet. I knew she had off, but wanted to jack her chain a bit.

She did not fall for it, and looking at me with that "child knowing everything and parent knowing nothing look," she promptly told me it was Memorial Day, and she had no school.

I was surprised she even knew it was Memorial Day, but
then asked her what that meant. Well, she didn't know,
so then I told her how after the American Civil War,
Southern women saw that many Confederate and Union
soldiers who were killed in the fighting, did not have
marked graves. They felt sorry for them, so far from
home, and no one to properly take care of their grave,
let alone mark it. It started as a tradition and spread
till eventually it caught on across the nation, It was
originally called Decoration Day, and finally the
President of the United States declared the last Monday
of May as Memorial Day. 

I told her about Punchbowl and how I saw on the news that the Boy Scouts were out there placing an American Flag at each Veterans' grave. One Boy Scout who was interviewed, placed 200 flags himself, and in all 35,000 small American Flags were put in the ground next to each grave marker. She
expressed an interest to visit it, even though she initially said, "Dead people are bad and scary, and would not want to see all the decaying bodies." I explained that they were not bad people, and asked if she thought her Grandparents, who she loved so much were bad people. She really did not mean "bad" as being terrible mean people. I told her the Veterans were buried under the ground and covered with nice grass, and the cemetery had lots of trees, bushes, and flowers. I asked her if she was ever at a cemetery, and she replied, "No." She actually had, but did not remember being at the cemetery when her Grandparents died.

So, we headed out on the Windward coastal ride, took our time, and visited, the Federal VA Cemetery of the Pacific, Punchbowl. There were thousands of American Flags, all in neat rows, up and down the slopes of the dormant volcano overlooking Honolulu... quite a sight. As we drove down one lane I noticed an American Flag that had blown over, topped the jeep, got out, and up righted it, got back in and continued on. Then we saw there were more fallen over, I stopped again, and eventually Linda and Katie joined me in up righting more flags, and flower pots, that had blown over. I was real proud of both of them.

We visited the immense monument depicting the Battle of
the Pacific, and let Katie go at her own pace, asking
questions and wanting to "touch" the mosaic maps of the
different campaigns and battles. I think she wanted to
touch them just because they were fenced off.

Anyway we got back home about 1800, had Mahi Mahi on
the grill and ate outside with the tiki torches going... really nice and relaxing.

Semper Fi,

and God Bless America!!!


Ron Wozniak


Very nicely written and done, Ron. I am sure your daughter will remember your efforts on placing the flags at the Punch Bowl WW II Cemetary.

My Great Uncle Walter Anderson, who was killed at Kwajalein in WW II, is buried at the Punch Bowl.

So on behalf of him and our family, we thank you.

Semper Fi

Craig Hullinger

APO 7, c /O Postmaster
San Francisco, California

20 February 1944

Mr. & Mrs. Peter. Anderson
Murdo, South Dakota

Dear Mr. & Mrs. P. Anderson:

Words are inadequate in trying to express the feelings
of the officers and men of this organization over the
death of your son, Walter Anderson.

Early in this training phase Walter was singled out as
an outstanding noncommissioned officer, and was
assigned the duties of Platton Sgt. over numerous
senior Sgts. Such an assignment meant that Walter was
second in command of thirty-eight men. While serving in
such a capacity the men in his platoon soon realized
and appreciated his fine qualities, namely, fairness,
coolness, and a great deal of common sense.

During the operation S/Sgt. Anderson became platoon
commander, again in which capacity he skillfully led
his men. For above action I have recommended that
S/Sgt. Anderson be awarded the Bronze Star. Walter was
struck by rifle fire and died shortly afterward.

Please feel free to call upon me for additional
information you may desire.

Military restrictions are such that any information you
may desire concerning grave locations, dispostiions of
remains, effects, and other related matters will be
furnished by the Quartermaster General.

You have the deepest sympathy of the men and officers
of this organization in your bereavement.

Yours most sincerely

Capt. Infantry

Murdo, S. D

December 20, 1991

Dear Craig:

Walt graduated from Murdo High School in 1936, during
the worst of the big depression. It was next to
impossible to get a job but he worked for Edna
and Helmer Liffengren most of the time until 1940.

He was one of the first volunteers for service and left
from Murdo in January 1941. Basic Training in Camp
Roberts in California, later in Fort Ord, CA. His
outfits stormed ashore on an island in the Aleutions,
Alaska sometime before 1943, but the Japanese had all
left so they went on to Hawaii. Walt was a very good
all around athlete so he was picked to take Ranger
training while there. A very tough course, so they say.

The Navy had shelled the small island of Kwajelein,
about a mile wide and two deep for days until not a
tree was standing but when the infantry went in there
were still enemy in underground bunkers who came out
and shot 3 or 4 hundred of our men. Walt was one of
them, on February 4, 1944. His body was buried nearby
until the war was over. With the parents request, he
is buried in the National Cemetery in Hawaii, the very
beautiful Punch Bowl. We were there in 1974.

Paul Anderson 

Brother of Walter Anderson,
Uncle to Louise Liffengren Hullinger

And remembering my Great Great Uncle James Chapin who died in the Civil War.

And the guys who died in World War II including those in my father's unit.

And the folks from our high school in Vietnam.

And my wife's Uncle Jim Young

And my friends in Vietnam - Joe Montoya, Kim, Song, Thieu, Wood, Johnson, Wells, Baker, Davia.

And all the others.

Thank you.

May 28, 2011

Welcome to the Marine Corps, Lieutenant

A sea of about 27,000 friends, family members and loved ones packed Navy-Marine Corps Memorial Stadium Friday morning to cheer on the 1,006 members of the U.S. Naval Academy’s class of 2011 during their graduating and commissioning ceremonies.

Among them, 728 were commissioned as Navy ensigns and 260 as 2nd lieutenants in the Marine Corps. Together, three graduates were commissioned into the Army, Air Force and Coast Guard.

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May 26, 2011

Coming in on a Wing and a Prayer

What Clear Air Turbulence Can Do to a Tough Old B-52H

January 10, 1964, started out as a typical day for the flight test group at Boeing's Wichita plant.  Pilot Chuck Fisher took off in a B-52H with a three-man Boeing crew, flying a low-level profile to obtain structural data.

Over Colorado , cruising 500 feet above the mountainous terrain, the B-52 encountered some turbulence. Fisher climbed to 14,300 feet looking for smoother air. At this point the typical day ended. The bomber flew into clear-air turbulence. It felt as if the plane had been placed in a giant high-speed elevator, shoved up and down, and hit by a heavy blow on its right side.

Fisher told the crew to prepare to abandon the plane. He slowed the aircraft and dropped to about 5,000 feet to make it easier to bail out.

But then Fisher regained some control. He climbed slowly to 16,000 feet to put some safety room between the plane and the ground. He informed Wichita about what was happening. Although control was difficult, Fisher said he believed he could get the plane back in one piece.

Response to the situation at Wichita , and elsewhere, was immediate. An emergency control center was set up in the office of Wichita 's director of flight test. Key Boeing engineers and other specialists were summoned to provide their expertise. Federal Aviation Administration air traffic control centers at Denver and Kansas City cleared the air around the troubled plane. A Strategic Air Command B-52 in the area maintained radio contact with the crew of the Wichita B-52.

As Fisher got closer to Wichita , a Boeing chase plane flew up to meet him and to visually report the damage. When Dale Felix, flying an F-100 fighter, came alongside Fisher's B-52, he couldn't believe what he saw: The B-52's vertical tail was gone.

Felix broke the news to Fisher and those gathered in the control center. There was no panic. Everyone on the plane and in the control center knew they could be called upon at any time for just such a situation. In the emergency control center, the engineers began making calculations and suggesting the best way to get the plane down safely The Air Force was also lending assistance. A B-52, just taking off for a routine flight, was used to test the various flight configurations suggested by the specialists before Fisher had to try them.

As high gusty winds rolled into Wichita , the decision was made to divert the B-52 to Blytheville Air Force Base in Northeastern Arkansas . Boeing specialists from the emergency control center took off in a KC-135 and accompanied Fisher to Blytheville , serving as an airborne control center.

Six hours after the incident first occurred, Fisher and his crew brought in the damaged B-52 for a safe landing. "I'm very proud of this crew and this airplane," Fisher said. "Also we had a lot people helping us, and we're very thankful for that."   

The B-52, Fisher said, "Is the finest airplane I ever flew."

"Black Jack" Pershing

General John Joseph Pershing

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Over a century has passed since Pershing's birth and more than forty years since his death, yet his memory stands tall in the land and his name rings firm in the historical echo of his times. General Pershing is the First World War, and the proof of this lies in the fact that after over fifty years no other general's name comes readily to mind when that war is mentioned.

Pershing was born into the opening fanfare of the golden age of Grant, Lee, Sherman, and Jackson--four names that will stand linked forever before the fact of the preserved Union. Pershing's earliest toddler memories were of Southern bushwhackers raiding his hometown and shooting up the village. He was five years old when Lee surrendered at Appomattox Courthouse. He grew to manhood and as a junior officer served under Generals Nelson A. Miles, Adna R. Chaffee, John M. Schofield, and William R. Shafter--four men indelibly associated with the march of America across the shrinking plains, to Cuba and the Orient, while the 19th century wound its way out and the century of great wars came upon us.

In the First World War, however, Pershing played his part without peer--standing alone in his time as history would have it, and with no one to share the fame.

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There is a rumor going around the internet that he had 50 terrorists killed in the Philippines. According to his biographer, the rumor is not true.

May 25, 2011

Harriers Back in Afghanistan

KANDAHAR AIRFIELD, Afghanistan-AV-8B Harriers with Marine Attack Squadron 513, deployed out of Marine Corps Air Station Yuma, Ariz., rest at Kandahar Airfield, Afghanistan, following their arrival, May 20.

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May 20, 2011

OOORAH!!! CAT Bulldozers in the Attack

Marines in Fallujah using Armored D-9 Cat Bulldozers to take out strongholds suspected of being boobytrapped.  OOORAH!!!

Sgt Grit

The Sgt Grit Catalog and newsletter is of interest to Marines.

Submitted by my Marine Friend Ken Zalga.

May 5, 2011

New York Marines

"Bin Laden's death is a moment of special symbolism for the men of the 6th Communication Battalion Marines, writes Online Editor Ed Fraser. They lost three of their number to the 9/11 attack.
File picture shows firemen working around the World Trade Center after both towers collapsed in New York (Reuters)
For the 6th Communications Battalion Marines, the eve of the war in Iraq in 2003 was personal.
The battalion, a reserve force based around Brooklyn, New York, included an assortment of policemen and firefighters who were dubbed heroes after the 9/11 attack.
Those same men who had rushed to the scene of the World Trade Center towers that September 11 morning were now back in the combat desert uniform of US Marine Reserves - called back into military action to join the manhunt for Osama bin Laden."

We worked with this unit on a number of exercises in the 1980's.  Good Marines. They had a large number of minorities, as did our unit from Chicago. I remember young Marine calling to his buddy from 100 feet away, "Hey, Mon, have you got any hotsauce?" "Yes, Mon", and he proceeded to produce a bottle and handed it to our Marine. Our Marine used the hotsauce on his C Rats, saying "I love hot sauce, Mon, I put it on everything, even my chocolate", and he did so, eating his hot sauce chocolate with relish.

We competed with this unit a lot. We always wanted to show them that Chicago Marines were superior to New York Marines. A great competition between to great Marine units. And both units have now served in Iraq and or Afghanistan.

Seal Team Raid Info

We are slowly getting details on the Seal Team Raid that got Osama Bin Laden.

I know the Seal Teams thrive on secrecy, but in this case it seems to me that there should be a full video debrief from all hands explaining what did and did not happen. At present different officials are saying different things. This feeds the conspiracy folks and we do not need that.

Click for the latest scoop on the details of the raid.

May 2, 2011

Adios, Osama Bin Laden

Congratulations to all those who helped Osama to meet his just end. You did well.

This was a high risk operation. Special Operations are always difficult.  We are all thankful that this one went so well.

A job Well Done