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Dec 7th 1941 “Hero’s in your Hood”

December 7th, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 2 Comments »

Hero’s in your “Hood”

Hero’s in your “Hood”

 

Today marks the 70th Anniversary of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor.  I use to get a phone call on December 7th  each year from a retired WWII Marine (with the same name as a famous author) who has since passed away… “Hey Taco, Happy Slap a Jap day.”  I know, not politically correct these days but its how they felt.

That was a day, that generation will never forget and it doesn’t surprise me that revisionist in Japan have turned that attack back on us.  It was America’s fault and we forced them to attack.  Well, I think the proof is in the dead and wounded left buried on that morning.

I digress, what I want to talk about are the number of interesting folks you have living around your neighborhood and you don’t even know it.  There is a retired Air Force pilot down the block, who started flying B-17’s in 1945 but never made it to Europe. He earned the Silver Star in Vietnam flying spotter planes over a fire fight a bit too long once. A very interesting guy.  There is another Navy Pilot who flew SBD’s in the Pacific in WWII, he has some great stories as well.  My “Uncle Bud” was in Africa and Europe during  WWII only four doors down.

Anyway, I love talking to these guys about their experiences during WWII or in the Military all together.  One guy we won’t be able to hear from is Retired First Sergeant ET Lewis USMC, who passed away a few years ago and lived not far from here. His daughter Helen goes to my church and helped me research her father.

He joined the Marine Corps at 17 and was stationed on a Battleship that fateful day, one of seventy five Marines on board the USS Nevada when the Japanese Zero’s attacked.  ET was standing watch that morning and about to ring 8 bells when he saw the planes commence their attack.  He remembers his shipmates commenting on how realistic this attack was. It wasn’t until they saw the Meat Balls (red circles of the raising sun) on the wings of the planes that he realized this wasn’t a drill.

As orders were shouted, the men scrambled to get their guns into action.  He ran to get ammo and was on his way back when a bomb hit the Captains deck and blew it apart, killing everyone there. He happened to have a wall in-between and survived the initial blast with just shrapnel to his head.  Those stationed there weren’t so lucky.  Minutes later, he was standing next to another Sailor when a bomb exploded in the middle of the ship.  Once again fate stepped in to save his life with large post blocking the majority of the explosion.

The Sailor next to him died, full of holes.  ET’s leg was torn apart, loaded with shrapnel as he crawled over the dead to help wounded friends.  He said this went on for two hours and four minutes and he prayed he would make it.

The start of his war was spent in a hospital for two weeks while recouping from the numerous wounds.  Upon his release, he spent the next few months helping salvage the USS Nevada.  He went on to fight on Iwo Jima, in Korea and Vietnam before he retired with 22 years in the Corps.  His next occupation was that of a school teacher here in Texas.  He wasn’t afraid to tell his students about the horror he faced that day because as he said in 1984,

“One of the reasons I don’t mind talking about it is I hope that our country never gets that weak again. That was a really big defeat for our country.  The people in 1941 didn’t want to spend money on the military.  If nothing else, Pearl Harbor should be a lesson that our country needs to have a strong military.”

These men, the greatest generation, hero’s as I see them, loved our country more then anything else.  Now they are joining the ranks of gate guards in heaven at the cyclic rate.  I encourage everyone who reads this to document their stories so it’s not lost to the foot notes of history.  Send it to me and I’ll post it here on the Sandgram.

With that, I salute you ET Lewis and all the men and women who were wounded or killed on this day in beautiful Hawaii, seventy years ago.

Semper Fi,

Taco

 

 

 

 

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Occupy the crack of my rear… OWS guys crack me up

November 23rd, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 2 Comments »

I don’t understand this whole occupy wallstreet (OWS) movement and it sparked a lively debate amongst from friends of mine who are more liberal then I am.  Yes, I have lots of friends that span the entire spectrum from super conservative to ultra liberal, black, white, red, gay, straight, It doesn’t matter.  Friends are friends which sometimes makes for interesting dialogs on different subjects.

 

My wife says that I’m an agitator and like to poke fun at folks to get the conversation doing and yes, I admit to being ornery sometimes.  So, our boys over in Afghanistan posted this picture that said “Occupy Baghram” which I thought was pretty funny.  My more liberal friends then tried to impress upon me how many of them are Vets and now homeless.  While I know this is a true statement and there are lots of my fellow Marines or Soldiers out there who are hurting for work or burdened with the results of injuries suffered in the war, I also think most of these guys/gals protesting are part of the “feel good” generation where everyone is a winner.  If you are in debt for 100K for that piece of paper that says “BA in political Science” and wonder why you don’t have a job, well guess you realize that sometimes experience and hard work trumps an expensive education any day.

 

Well, here is a great picture that will make you giggle if you think about “Occupy this craphole and then complain” and this video from Bill Whittle at Afterburner that is very telling and pisses off about anyone who has one ounce of liberalism in their system.

 

Also, here is a “Combat Vet” who represents the OWS movement…guess Christopher M. Simmance really isn’t a Vet from the war and good on the News for doing some background checks on this cat…I’m tired of Poser’s saying they are wounded Vets and half of them never even served a day in their life.  But then again It’s funny to me how these types seem to flock to the Democratic party and these movements…

Semper Fi, Taco

 

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From Matt Massie, owner of My Service Pride.com

November 11th, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 3 Comments »

The sacrifices of the military are and have been for the support and defense of the constitution – the document that guarantees our liberties and protects us from any government usurpation of those liberties. On Veteran’s Day 2011, join me in thinking about the oath we made and the meaning of our service.  (I don’t mean to leave out officers, but mean to think about how the solemn pledges have changed, using the oath of enlistment as an example.)

The enlisted oath has changed over the years to reflect our service and sacrifice for the constitution, not the government that is created by the constitution.  Here’s how the very first oath read, from the act that created the Continental Army on June 14, 1775:

“I _____ have, this day, voluntarily enlisted myself, as a soldier, in the American continental army, for one year, unless sooner discharged: And I do bind myself to conform, in all instances, to such rules and regulations, as are, or shall be, established for the government of the said Army.”  This was voted on 14 June 1775 as part of the act creating the Continental Army.

That oath was replaced with this one in the Articles of War in September 1776:

“I _____ swear (or affirm as the case may be) to be true to the United States of America, and to serve them honestly and faithfully against all their enemies opposers whatsoever; and to observe and obey the orders of the Continental Congress, and the orders of the Generals and officers set over me by them.”

The wartime oath from the Revolution was replaced, two years after the signing of the US Constitution, with this one by an Act of Congress in 1789:

“I, _____, do solemnly swear or affirm (as the case may be) that I will support the constitution of the United States. I,_______, do solemnly swear or affirm (as the case may be) to bear true allegiance to the United States of America, and to serve them honestly and faithfully, against all their enemies or opposers whatsoever, and to observe and obey the orders of the President of the United States of America, and the orders of the officers appointed over me.”

That version remained intact until the 20th century.  In the Act of May 5, 1960, Title 10, US Code, Congress replaced the wording first adopted in 1789, with an amendment effective 5 October 1962:

“I, _____, do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God.”

(All references are from “Oaths of Enlistment and Oaths of Office” by the Center Of Military History, United States Army. www.history.army.mil/html/faq/oaths.html)

From the Marine who founded My Service Pride to my brothers and sisters in these solemn pledges, and from the friends and family who work with me at My Service Pride: thank you, on this Veteran’s Day and every day, for your service to our country and your defense of our great Constitution.

Matt Massie

Sergeant, USMC

1996-2006

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The Other 1% by Mark Thompson, Veteran’s Day 2011

November 11th, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 1 Comment »

 This piece by Mark Thompson says it all… Mark, if you google your name and see this on my site, know that it means I REALLY like it!! Thanks for taking the time to write this piece!!

Semper Fi, Taco

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November 21, 2011
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The Other 1%

By Mark Thompson

When Marine Sergeant Alex Lemons returned home in July 2008 after the last of his three combat tours, it was almost as if he had landed in a foreign country.

“I felt as alien here as I was in Iraq,” the 32-year-old recalls of his return to his native Utah. At home, he says, it was impossible to tell we were a nation at war. He couldn’t discuss it with pals “without sounding like a Martian,” because they had no idea what the war in Iraq was like. The conversation would bog down, stall and then move on to other topics.

Lemons has moved on too, although his lingering PTSD and upcoming 14th operation on his feet, which were crushed during a fall in Najaf, are reminders of what separates him from most Americans. “The gap between the military and everybody else is getting worse because people don’t know — and don’t want to know — what you’ve been through,” he says. “There are no bond drives. There are no tax hikes. There are no food drives or rubber drives …It’s hard not to think of my war as a bizarre camping trip that no one else went on.”

As the nation prepares to welcome home some 45,000 troops from Iraq, most Americans have little or nothing in common with their experiences or the lives of the 1.4 million men and women in uniform. The past decade of war by volunteer soldiers, sailors, airmen and Marines has acted like a centrifuge, separating the nation’s military from its citizens. Most Americans have not served in uniform, no longer have a parent who did and are unlikely to encourage their children to enlist.

Never has the U.S. public been so separate, so removed, so isolated from the people it pays to protect it.

Every day, U.S. troops fight and work on all seven continents, but in most ways the nation has moved on to new challenges: theeconomy and a looming presidential campaign in which the wars bump along at the bottom of a list of public concerns topped by jobs, debt, taxes and health care. Over the past generation, the world’s lone superpower has created — and grown accustomed to — a permanent military caste, increasingly disconnected from U.S. society, waging decade-long wars in its name, no longer representative of or drawn from the citizenry as a whole. Think of the U.S. military as the Other 1% — some 2.4 million troops have fought in and around Afghanistan and Iraq since 9/11, exactly 1% of the 240 million Americans over 18. The U.S. Constitution calls on the people to provide for the common defense. But there is very little that is common about the way we defend ourselves in the 21st century.

The isolation will be plain to see as those U.S. troops in Iraq stream home before the year’s end. Most will return not to 50 states but to two: North Carolina, home to the 82nd Airborne Division, and Texas, home to Killeen’s Fort Hood and El Paso’s Fort Bliss. There, many of them will live “on post,” or in military-centric towns, where contact with the rest of us is rare. “As we continue to concentrate ourselves in fewer and fewer bases, as we become more secluded by way of a volunteer service, where fewer and fewer Americans have either served or know someone who’s served,” says Army Secretary John McHugh, “there is a sense of alienation that I don’t think is positive.”

Thanking our troops for their service has become almost reflexive in the U.S., in part because of memories of Vietnam. Uniformed soldiers striding through airports are offered outstretched hands and words of gratitude; their tabs for sandwiches or beers are often picked up by strangers before the GI s have asked for the bill. But the sentiment reflects the problem: the public has scant idea of just how much the military has given since 9/11 beyond a vague sense that some 6,300 have died.

“We love the troops, and you know why we love the troops?” asks Jack Jacobs, a retired Army colonel. “Because we don’t have to be the troops.” He recalls growing up in New York City in the years after World War II . “Everybody in my neighborhood had someone who was in uniform,” says Jacobs, who won the Medal of Honor in Vietnam. “But today, you’d have to knock on something like 150 doors in most neighborhoods before you find a household where someone is serving.”

Rebecca Townsend, an Army National Guard spouse who counsels troubled military families outside Fort Campbell, Ky., sees “lots of evidence of this huge disconnect” between troops and everyone else. She was floored when professional acquaintances praised President Obama’s recent decision to bring the troops home from Iraq. “They said it was awesome that there would be no more war,” she recalls. “It was very disheartening to learn that they had no idea we are still fighting in Afghanistan.”

How Did We Get Here?

Being an army apart isn’t a problem for the Pentagon; it has become part of the sales pitch. The U.S. military boasts of the ways in which it is better than society as a whole. And by many measures, it is right. If you remove those who are unlikely to serve because they are too fat or too criminal or are in college, only 15% of Americans ages 17 to 24 are eligible to sign up. “Today’s military is more educated and has a higher aptitude than the general population,” a Pentagon recruiting report notes. “Its ranks are filled with extraordinarily well-qualified and committed professionals.” Soldiers and sailors are more highly paid, more likely to be married and more conservative politically than the nation as a whole. “From the first day of training you’re constantly reminded that you signed on the dotted line because you want to be better,” Army vet Matt Gallagher, who served in Iraq, says. “A lot of guys feel they’re part of a warrior caste, separate and distinct from society.”

Consider the numbers: the Army, which accounts for 40% of the nation’s active-duty force, has moved largely to the Sun Belt over the past generation. It is now concentrated in Georgia, Kentucky, North Carolina, Texas and Washington State. The degree of isolation doesn’t lessen much when you add the Navy and Air Force: thanks mostly to consolidations arising from base closings, 10 states are home to 70% of all Americans in uniform. The U.S. military has abandoned New England and the Midwest; more active-duty troops — some 13,000 — are stationed in tiny Washington, D.C., than in Connecticut, Indiana, Massachusetts, Minnesota, Michigan, New Jersey, Ohio, Pennsylvania or Wisconsin. Recruiters have followed suit: Alabama has 10 Army Reserve Office Training Corps programs serving a state with fewer than 5 million people. Greater Los Angeles, with 12 million people, has only four. The Chicago region — population 9 million — has three.

“Propensity to serve is most pronounced in the South and the Mountain West and in rural areas and small towns nationwide,” observed former Defense Secretary Robert Gates last month. “The percentage of the force from the Northeast, the West Coast and major cities continues to decline.” Partly as a result, the job of putting on the uniform has become an almost tribal one: a growing share of active-duty troops has a sibling or had a parent in uniform; close to 100,000 troops are married to another service member. The number of cadets at the U.S. Military Academy who have a parent who also attended West Point has grown by 50% in the past generation. “It’s a family business, and it’s a very tough time to be in the family business,” says Dave Barno, a retired Army lieutenant general who commanded all allied troops in Afghanistan in 2003–04 and has two sons in the Army. “As my kids deploy around the world, they’re running into their playmates from when they were growing up, at Fort Leavenworth and Fort Lewis, in Kandahar and Jalalabad,” he says. “Their classmates as kids on military bases are the people they’re fighting with.”

The separation is enforced by a garrison culture that goes back generations but has deepened in recent years as a result of the nation’s decision to close unneeded military posts and pay service members more. Many troops and their families live on such megabases and have no need to leave:they shop at on-base commissaries, have their babies at on-base hospitals and send their kids to on-base schools. They’re younger and fitter than the nation’s civilian population as a whole and are largely immune to the economic insecurities plaguing so many other Americans. Barno calls military life onpost a “golden cocoon” that insulates troops from the rest of us. “There’s a different flavor when you’re living outside the gates,” he says. Out there, “when you go to church, everyone isn’t 25 to 35 with short haircuts, with big biceps — you see people who are infirm or aged, facing other challenges in their lives, and so you get a different sense of life.”

Even the sensitive matter of pay and benefits separates the troops from the rest of the nation. Though many Americans may assume the military is underpaid, the numbers tell a different story. Since 9/11, compensation has increased dramatically for those in uniform, with Congress heaping pay raises atop even those requested by Pentagon leaders year after year. Military compensation per service member has jumped from $56,738 in 1998 to $85,581 last year. It’s a raise — on top of inflation — of 20%. Other benefits have jumped even higher: housing allowances (up 188%), bonuses (up 56%), retirement funding (up 24%). “You don’t want a military that feels alienated, separated and martyred,” says military historian Richard Kohn of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. “That’s one reason pay and benefits have been rising so dramatically.”

A More Dangerous Divide

On close inspection, it is clear that we’re not only outsourcing our security to a smaller group of citizens; we’re outsourcing some of it to noncitizens. Since 9/11, 70,000 foreigners have won American citizenship by joining the U.S. military; right now, about 16,000 noncitizens are on active duty, hoping it will earn them citizenship. U.S. officials expect that 9,000 more — roughly two Army brigades’ worth — will sign up each year. The outsourcing of our common defense is even more pronounced when you calculate that for every soldier in Afghanistan, there is roughly one private contractor, working at taxpayer expense, providing meals and doing other chores.

Gates raised the issue of a military-civilian divide in a speech at Duke University last year and returned to it last month at West Point. On his final Afghan tour as Defense Secretary in June, Gates said a sergeant reported that “he and others had signed up because the military — in his case, the Marines — had a set of standards and values that is better than that of the civilian sector.” Gates then noted that an Army exhibit displayed along a Pentagon corridor declares that the service embraces values — loyalty, respect and honor among them — that “distinguish American Soldiers from American society.” Gates told the West Point cadets that “it is rather peculiar to suggest that attributes such as integrity, respect and courage are not valued in the United States of America writ large… It is off-putting to hear, albeit anecdotally, comments that suggest that [the] military is to some degree separate and even superior from the society, the country, it is sworn to protect… There is a risk over time of developing a cadre of military leaders that politically, culturally and geographicallyhave less and less in common with the majority of the people they have sworn to defend,” Gates said. “Getting this relationship on a sound footing is so important because a civil-military divide can expose itself in an ugly way,especially during a protracted and frustrating war effort.”

In his speeches, Gates did not mention a related fact of military life: the force is more conservative than the nation as a whole. A Pew survey of 712 post-9/11 veterans revealed last month that the political leanings of people in uniform are nearly the mirror opposite of the public they serve. The survey found that 36% of veterans describe themselves as Republicans, while 21% say they are Democrats. In the public at large, those numbers are nearly reversed: 34% of the public identifies as Democratic, while 23% identifies as Republican. The curve bends more to the right as rank increases: a 2009 survey by Heidi Urben, an active-duty officer and graduate student at Georgetown University, foundthat 60% of 4,000 Army officers self-identified as Republicans, whereas only 18% said they were Democrats.

On the one hand, this shift has been under way for years. From 1976 to 1996, the share of senior military officers identifying as Republican jumped from one-third to two-thirds, while the share claiming to be independent fell from 46% to 22%. Senior military officers who described themselves as liberal fell from 16% in 1976 to 3% in 1996. Urben’s survey found that younger officers leaving the Army were far more than those opting to stay. All this takes the nation onto perilous ground, not because the military tilts Republican or Democrat but because it needs to be seen as straightshooting and nonpartisan. That perception has been fading. When Obama weighed sending reinforcements to Afghanistan in 2009, senior military officials painted him into a corner with leaks — and premature public pronouncements — arguing that significantly more troops than some in the White House favored were needed to get the job done. The maneuver worked: Obama wound up agreeing to send 30,000 troops — but only if they began coming home 18 months later. In order to hold the military to this deal, his aides then leaked details of a behind-the-scenes conversation in which the generals could be heard agreeing to Obama’s 18-month timetable. It was not the finest hour for civilian control of the military.

But the generals had the last word. When Obama announced the beginning of the Afghanistan pullout in June, White House aides told reporters that the announced pace of the withdrawal had been among the options presented to the President by his generals. But within the week, the top U.S. commander in Afghanistan testified in public that Obama’s pullout schedule “is a more aggressive option than that which was presented” by the military to the White House. When Senator Lindsey Graham asked Marine General John Allen if Obama’s final decision was presented in any form by the Pentagon, the four-star general replied, “It was not.”

The Afghanistan episode reveals how frayed trust between the civilian and military worlds has become. Instead of arguing its position quietly behind closed doors, the Pentagon executed a pincer movement on theWhite House to get its way on the size of the Afghan surge. And when the pullout announcement neared, the White House confected the illusion of a Pentagon blessing on the timetable where none existed. “There will be more cases like this because the relationship is getting rockier with the major domestic and international challenges we face,” says Michael Desch, a political scientist and military scholar at Notre Dame. “That’s troubling in a democracy.”

And then there are the individual costs of an army apart. A pair of Air Force researchers suggests the divide may be behind the suicideepidemic now plaguing the U.S. military. The burdens placed on a tiny slice of Americans during long and increasingly unpopular wars “have consequences of a constellation of social, cultural, and political conditions which conspire to elevate the rate of suicide in the Army and Marine Corps,” write George Mastroianni and Wilbur Scott, behavioral experts at the Air Force Academy. “The public seemingly has little patience for anyone wishing to disturb the comfortable arrangement that now exists between society and the military, an arrangement facilitated by the lack of honest, thoughtful, and open dialogue,” they say in the latest issue of Parameters, the Army’s professional journal.

Restoring the Common Defense

Of course, some of the gap between the military and its patrons would evaporate if different kinds of people joined up. “The all-volunteer force,” says retired Army major general Dennis Laich, “is a mercenary military made up of poor kids and patriots from the third and fourth socioeconomic quintiles of our country. The first socioeconomic quintile is AWOL, but that’s where the real decisionmakers and policymakers of the country come from.” Military scholars like Eliot Cohen of the Johns Hopkins School of Advanced International Studies agree with Laich that it would be good for the nation if more graduates of elite colleges signed up for military service. But Cohen adds that it might not be good for the military. “They’re not necessarily the kind of people who fit very easily into the cultures of the services,” Cohen says. “They’re outliers, more headstrong, and they may be more likely to be skeptical.”

The problem is even more noticeable on Capitol Hill, where the share of veterans among lawmakers has fallen from 77% in the late 1970s to 22% now. The dramatic lack of knowledge and experience among the Pentagon’s overseers means the military gets more and more of what it wants. Representative Howard “Buck” McKeon, the California Republican who heads the House Armed Services Committee, never served in uniform — an unthinkable arrangement just a few decades ago. McKeon was stumped in September when asked in public if the military’s “tooth-to-tail” ratio — the share of trigger pullers as part of the entire force — had budged from its historic 10% level. “What is tooth to tail?” the chairman responded. “Congress cuts the military slack because of their lack of experience,” UNC’s Kohn says. “They don’t have a sense of the institutions and the culture, so they’re less likely to exercise insightful or determined oversight.”

And in the press? Experience there is virtually unheard of, even after a decade of war. That ticks off military families — and serves to deepen their isolation from the culture. Ann Burger, whose Army-officer husband Joseph is on his second Afghan tour, relies on his e-mails for news of what’s happening in Kabul. The Taliban “blew up a bus last week and killed 17 people, and I didn’t know anything about it because it wasn’t on the news,” she says from her home outside Fort Lewis, Wash. She blames the media for moving on and notes that military families still hunger for battlefield coverage. “It makes me think that nobody cares,” she says. “They’re putting on things like the Kardashians getting divorced — it’s on the news constantly — but we have soldiers over there dying, and you don’t hear about it.”

All these examples get to the heart of the matter: the real danger is that a military’s strength ebbs the further away it gets from the society that sponsors and nurtures it. As fewer of its leaders have military experience, the U.S. is taking a very real risk that the people ordering the military around have less and less idea about how to use it wisely. Navy Captain DonInbody was at 5th Fleet headquarters in Bahrain in January 2002, when he says the staff there got a look at the plans to invade Iraq. “There was a whole bunch of senior officers in the room, and we kind of looked at it, and my distinct recollection is a uniform sucking in of air.” Inbody, now a political science professor at Texas State University, says there was no postwar planning evident. “We were thinking, If you want us to beat the Iraqi army, we can do that with one hand tied behind our back. But there was nothing after that,” he remembers. “It signaled to me that U.S. political elites didn’t view the military so much as part of the greater American society as their own private army.”

Under the Constitution, only Congress can declare war. But the U.S. has put troops in harm’s way hundreds of times since 1941, the last time Congress approved such a resolution. And the rest of us — so long as our kin aren’t imperiled — have gone along. “There is a sense that popular influence over how the military gets used has waned significantly,” says Andrew Bacevich, a retired Army colonel now teaching history at Boston University (and who lost his only son, Andrew Bacevich Jr., in 2007 in Iraq). “In a sense, the military has become Washington’s military and not the nation’s military… If Americans felt a greater sense of ownership for the military,” he adds, “then maybe Washington wouldn’t get away with starting unnecessary wars and then waging them incompetently.”

Would a return to the draft help? It certainly would bind the American public more closely to its troops and would perhaps induce a deeper sense of service in more of its citizens. It would surely reduce thenumber of military conflicts and shorten those the nation elected to fight. But it would also create a less capable, less well trained, less professional force; the nation would be less confident in its ability to project power overseas and protect its interests once forces arrived. In any case, the public and military hate the idea. In last month’s Pew poll, 68% of veterans and 74% of the public opposed its return. “The nation is better served by an all-volunteer force,” Army General Martin Dempsey (whose three children have served in the Army) said at his July confirmation hearing to serve as Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. He wants “to find ways to preserve it in an era of fiscal constraint rather than move at this point to a draft.” But he added that “we need other options for the nation when we enter into conflict that can escalate and that can take longer than we thought.”

Can the nation reconnect to its military? Alex Lemons, who will soon be attending graduate school at Reed College in Portland, Ore., hopes so. The onetime scout sniper believes the gap between the guardians and theguarded is itself a threat to our national security. “The military isultimately a reflection of our culture — or what we would like to believe about our culture,” he says. “But when the burden of fighting wars involves only 1% of our citizens and their families, it’s not good for them — or the country.”

The Few, the Proud

The military community has been drifting away from mainstream American society

A smaller slice

Proportion of total U.S. population in the armed forces

WWI: 2.8% (1918)

WWII: 8.7% (1945)

Korean War: 2.3% (1952)

Vietnam War: 1.8% (1968)

Gulf War: 0.8% (1990)

Post-9/11 Wars: 0.5% (2010)

Unequal representation

More than a third of last year’s 156,000 enlistees came from five states

California: 11%, Texas: 10%, Florida: 8%, New York: 4%, Georgia: 4%

Half of the 1.2 million active-duty personnel in the U.S. are stationedin five states: California, Virginia, Texas, North Carolina and Georgia

All in the family

6.7% — Percentage of service members married to another service member

Unfit youth

Most potential recruits are unavailable because of college, health, criminal record or other reasons

17- to 24-year-olds: 15% are eligible

The military-civilian divide

Salary and benefits

Total military compensation today is higher than that earned by 80% of civilian U.S. workers of comparable age and education

1998: $57,000; 2010: $86,000

(Base pay, housing allowance, incentives, station change, retirement, retiree health care, disability)

Politics

Percentage calling themselves …

Democrat — General Public: 34%; Post-9/11 Vets: 21%; Pre-9/11 Vets: 26%

Republican — General Public: 23%; Post-9/11 Vets: 36%; Pre-9/11 Vets: 30%

Gender

Women as a share of the workforce

U.S.: 50%, Military: 14%, 1974 Military: 4%

Education

Percentage of population age 18 and over who have a…

High school diploma or higher — U.S.: 86%, Military: 99%

Bachelor’s degree or higher — U.S.: 27%, Military: 18%

Advanced degree — U.S.: 9%, Military: 7%

Race

U.S. — 72% White; 16% Hispanic (may be of any race); 13% Black; 5% Asian; 10% Other

Military — 70% White; 11% Hispanic; 17% Black; 4% Asian; 9% Other

Sources: Department of Defense; Pew Research Center; Bureau of Labor Statistics; Congressional Research Service; The Tenth Quadrennial Review of Military Compensation

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Happy Birthday to the Corps, you are 236 and about to lose some weight…

November 9th, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 3 Comments »

Happy Birthday to all my brothers from a different Mother!  The Corps is 236 years old and I can remember when the Corps hit 200 years old as a young boy when I grew up on Little Creek Amphib base.   This has been a pretty good career and I have enjoyed my time in the Corps.  I would have to say though, it’s about time to say goodbye.  I’m ready to hang up my boots and retire.

The Military has been through a lot the last ten years with a two front ground war, (you would think we’d take a lesson from Germany in WWII) a crappy economy and lots of new additions to how the Military will be run.  Then we have Senators who want to scrape the benefits of our Military and the retirees.

I had a talk with a young man I mentor here at home.  Chase is a good kid, 16 years old and ready to join the Corps right now if I could get him in.  He mentioned pensions to me and how the Military system is a big drain on our economy.  I have to say that I calmly came unglued.  See, if a kid is willing to join (only 1% of this country serves) the Corps or any branch of the service and gets killed or wounded, we as a Nation need to step up and help them.  Yes, take care of them 100%  There isn’t a State Dept guy that is putting his life on the line for 25K a year day in day out, deployed every year, missing holidays and birthday, kids games etc.  If some smuck at the IRS or TSA or the Post Office wants to sling a rifle and raise their right hand, then I’m all for a great Gov’t retirement.  I don’t see them getting blown up at their jobs like our guys/gals are.

I get depressed when things like this Force Structure outline gets released and I see old Commands that I served in going away.  We are going from 202 thousand Marines to 186,800.  That is a big chuck of Marines and Units.

I guess it’s time to retire, very soon… this is not the Corps I joined in 1986 and I hope that we are still around when I’m old and Gray…Happy Birthday Marines

Semper Fi,

Taco

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The Emperor has no clothes on…

October 31st, 2011 Posted in Military, The SandGram v1.0 | 3 Comments »

Yes, I am considered to be a “MilKook” set by the standards of Michael Yon and not to be taken seriously, for my 25 years of experience as a Marine mean nothing I guess.  It is for that reason I have sat back with a bag of popcorn and watched with a small amused grin as Michael Yon, the war reporter, has basically imploded online without any outside help.  It’s a trainwreck that you are watching with no end as it tumbles over the cliff, banging along the side of the valley with little pieces falling off while Yon as the conductor blows his horn to no avail.

See, for over two years now, he has attacked friends of mine and for no reason except to drum up support for his missions (theory among many as to why this happens in cycles).  I really enjoyed his writings years ago and we even traded emails about things once in awhile back when I returned from Iraq in ’06.  Like a divorce, you have to take sides on what friends you keep and I chose CJ Grisham when Yon took it on as a mission to defame and attack him.  CJ is a friend who has had dinner at my house, he is the quintessential gentlemen/professional Soldier and has gone through some personal rough spots and persevered.  He is not one to back down from a fight but due to accusations made by MY, he has had to endure a preliminary investigation over a perceived written threat to MY’s life.  It was a low thing to do in my opinion to a man currently deployed.

Then Michael Yon has his Facebook page, which if you are not with him, then you are against him and banned from leaving comments which is fine, it’s his page. The question that comes to mind is “if you are a reporter and believe in freedom of speech, why don’t you let the opposing view be heard?”

If people want to express… say a concern about where donations are going and what they are paying for, then they should have the chance to find out right?  I wonder if you have to pay taxes over in Thailand? Do you have to pay taxes on donations from the states while you live out of country as well? HHHhhhmmmmmm….

I guess that doesn’t matter, let’s get back to the popcorn.  The other day MY did another post about arming Helicopters and taking the Red Cross off of them in combat (an incident that happened two years ago).  He went on a crusade with an open letter to the White house to have this acted upon.

His post was picked up by Professional Soldiers.com, (P.S.)  http://www.professionalsoldiers.com/forums/showthread.php?t=35602  a site made up of vetted Special Forces both current and past.  Some were peers of Yon’s during his brief time in SF and some were admitted readers of his old stuff.  The fireworks went off when one of Michael’s fans sent him the link to this topic and Yon decided to weigh in on the situation.  It went down hill fast and honestly, I’m not sure I would have had the patience these Gents gave him.  They were calm, cool and well the “Quiet Professional’s” that they are.  Let’s just say it was a death of a thousand cuts as they diced him apart on the website, maybe eviscerated is a better addition to what happened.  Hand to hand combat is not the only thing they teach at SF “Q” course because these gents were armed with a pen and paper (well computer) and Jesus do they know how to use their skills!!

It didn’t end there.  Saturday night I came home from our Marine Corps Birthday Ball to see that MY had posted accusations against SF soldiers saying that he had proof of a murder cover up from 2005 that he never let go and was preparing to release it now in light of the SF assault on him at P.S. which was pretty devastating.  Now I’m thinking “if you had proof and didn’t release it, would that make you an accessory after the fact?” I’d have to consult with my attorney on those finer points, never the less he threw that out there.  The funny thing is there must have been a power outage over in Thailand for a couple of hours (flood maybe?)  because he didn’t reply to any of the comments left by SF Soldiers or others who questioned him about this stuff.  I mean this went on for hours.  I had to hit the rack and by morning time most of the negative stuff was deleted and new folks banned from his facebook page which looked like swiss cheese.  By that time the cat was out of the bag, other sites started to notice the meltdown and lossof control from Michael and here too, along with these guys…oh wait…more

This Ain’t Hell, JP at Milblogging, AR-15.com, Army Rats, Assolute Tranquillita, Shadow Spear

I think he has experienced some things in his time over in the war as a reporter that may be causing these sudden irrational bouts of anger against the PAOs and Generals over the past few years.  What he needs to see is that by pissing off these same PAOs and Generals, his chances of getting embedded again grow very slim.  By that token, the SF group, his former “peers” for a lack of better word, have now made him “Persona Non Grata” and I’m betting there are letters being written as I type, asking Military officials to revoke any chances of his being embedded again.

Michael, if you are offended by this post, I apologize.  Someone has to tell the Emperor that he has no clothes on…

Semper Fi,

Taco

 

 

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You Served Radio

September 26th, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | No Comments »

All, 

Troy has an awesome show that I think will have some incredible history being re-told for us. 73 years ago Vic joined the Marines. Tomorrow night he is going to tell us about his exploits as a Marine Paratrooper in WWII and Korea. We also have SF Major Rusty Bradley who is a repeat tour SF Commander and author of the book Lions of Kandahar (which I am reading and it is awesome). 
Please help pass this word. Vic is the last of a dwindling few.   Here is the link, go check it out.

National POW/MIA day

September 16th, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | No Comments »

Today, Friday the 16th, a friend of mine “Wolf” has asked that we recognize the missing Servicemen on this National POW/MIA observance day. I have met some POW’s from Vietnam and their time in captivity is one of total individual and group survival. It’s a test of your most inner strength to endure the torture imposed by your captures. Right now we have one POW/MIA, a Sgt Bowe Bergdahl who disappeared over in Afghanistan. Our best intelligence to this point indicates that he is, indeed, alive, and we would like to bring attention to the fact that he is a captive and being held against his will.

I would, however, like to ask you to assist in bringing to attention the fact that SGT Bergdahl IS being held still. His father has made a video for his son that was posted on Youtube. There are video’s of him speaking on behalf of the Taliban and these are the same things the NVA did to our guys during their time as captives in Hanoi.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJmmZQ3byKQ&feature=youtube_gdata_player

To do that, and to get more info, I’d ask that you contact the following POC’s:

Bergdahl family contact: Idaho Nat’l Guard, COL Timothy Marsano. timothy.marsano@us.army.mil 208-422-5268

Army Human Resources Command (HRC): LTC Stacy Bathrick stacy.bathrick@us.army.mil 502-613-4226

Nothing to Chance, ten years later by Malcolm Andrews

September 10th, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 6 Comments »

Hey Dad, where were you on 9-11?

An innocent question posed by my eight year old daughter.  Hard to believe it’s been ten years since those bastards attacked the United States.  This has really become our generation’s version of “Where were you when JFK was shot” or my Grandparents “Pearl Harbor” moment that will forever be seared into our beings. 

 This is a question I’m sure is being posed all over the United States this weekend by school kids who weren’t born yet or too young to remember.  I was home asleep having returned from a late flight that Monday night.  I woke up to the constant ringing of the phone from my wife alerting me to American 11 hitting the North Tower.  Then watching in disbelief as United 175 hit the South Tower on T.V. not sure if it was some replay or what.  Then driving out to DFW to help move airplanes and answer the phones in “Charlie” operations are all my memories of that day.

I had a discussion with a gentlemen sitting next to me one day about 9-11 and he shared his story of escaping the North Tower and surviving the aftermath of the collapse.  He said “Never forget 9-11! Never forget what those bastards did to us!”  His photos will be at the end of this piece. 

One of my close friends from home and a former roommate was flying that week and he put his thoughts to paper in a long well done piece.  He has given me permission to post this and it’s the first time he has really talked about his 9-11 week.  I think it will give you some insight into life from the other side of the cockpit door on that day.   

Please feel free to post where you were on 9-11 in my comments section, I would like to know.

Semper Fi,

Taco

“Nothing to Chance, ten years later” by Malcolm Andrews

Ten years later and I know more now than ever that nothing happens by chance. I can’t remember when exactly, but sometime early in 2001 I flew American flight 77 out of Dulles to LAX as first officer for Terry, a Washington based captain.  That was the only time we had flown together and it would be several more months before we would run into each other again.  That September, I was finally senior enough to hold a regular schedule and I was awarded a Boston to LAX line for the month.  It was great to finally know where I was going and when…

On September 10th, 2001, I was scheduled to fly American flight 223 from Boston to LAX on a 767-200ER.  My Captain was Chris, a big Cajun guy with a great sense of humor and zest for life.  In my neophyte impression he had seen it all, having experienced the worst of our industry through the wreckage of the once great Eastern Airlines.  In contrast, I had seen nothing but growth and prosperity in our normally frenetic industry.

 We were rescheduled to a later time due to some weather rolling through the Northeast.  I remember driving down 95 listening to NPR on my way to Logan.  The National Press Club was on and Joe Biden was discussing the imprudence of the Bush administration sacrificing standing treaties and committing excessive funding to our strategic missile defense program, when the system was not yet proven and in Biden’s opinion the greater threat to our “new world order” was from terrorism.  The weather had passed through so the drive to the airport gloriously sunny with the sort of light that comes in low from the west and seems to repel the passing weather with steamy golden beams of light. 

 My flight was uneventful.  I met Chris in Operations. We did our flight planning and started getting to know each other.  I learned he had a son at Georgia Tech; he learned that I was a new hire, about to come off of probation, that I had a young family and that I had spent most of my adult life in the Navy. The weather looked good; we got our flight plan and headed out the back door of OPS onto the ramp.  Back in these old days, we could go straight to the plane and didn’t have to go through security if we were flying the plane.  We were trusted, we had a job to do and because we were the guys to get you there safely.  I did my walk around inspection of the jet while Chris briefed the flight attendants and got the cockpit prepped.  I remember watching the fuelers fill our tanks using the high pressure valves under the wing.  I had to linger until they were done as we had an MEL item in our logbook that required me to visually verify that the tank in question was full.  We were good to go, so I rejoined Chris in the cockpit and got ready for departure.

 The weather truly had moved through leaving behind it a high pressure system that ensured we would have good weather.  Chris gave me the choice of which leg I wanted to fly.  Given the choice, I always like to start a trip flying and this was no exception. We departed…I was on the radios on the ground and Chris had to remind me to use the word “Heavy” before our callsign.  I was definitely still a neophyte.  We took off to the west.  Once rolling on the runway, I took the controls of our 767-200 and flew it, quite literally, into the sunset.  The rest of our trip was uneventful, but thankfully it was one of those seven-plus hour flights that speeds by and we wonder where the time went.  Good conversation always makes the time pass and, in this case, I think I stopped laughing only long enough to eat dinner and brief my approach.  Once over Los Angeles, it was the usual mayhem of arrival changes followed by approach and runway changes.  We descended through the marine layer, landed, put the plane to bed and headed to our layover hotel.  Because of the earlier delays, we didn’t get to the hotel until well after eleven that night (which felt more like 2AM on our body clocks).  We were scheduled to fly home to Boston on the red-eye flight 192 on the eleventh, so sleep was essential.  I was lights out by the time I made it to my room that night.

 I cleared the fog from my head around 6AM as my cell phone continued to ring.  Answering the phone I heard voice of my sister-in-law, Hilton, on the line.  She was visiting us in Maine for my son’s birthday on the 12th.  I immediately thought something was wrong at home.  Hilton was crystal clear; she instructed me to turn on the television, that an airplane had flown into the World Trade Center, and that I needed to start calling family members to let them know I was alive and well.  My wife, Elizabeth, was out delivering kids to school and had no idea what had happened.  Once she caught the news, she went back to school and had the kids called out of class to let then know Daddy was alive.  I called my grandmother in Dallas, who had not seen the news yet, and let her know I was okay.  I continued to watch the news in disbelief.  Moments after tuning in, I watched the second airplane fly into the south tower, then continued to watch the coverage of flight 77’s impact into the Pentagon.  It wasn’t long before it was released that two of the jets belonged to American Airlines and we learned their flight numbers.

 I dialed up an internet connection on my computer (this was long before the days of free wifi in hotel rooms) and got onto our company web site to find out more flight information.  The information for flights 11 and 77 had been locked up so there was no way to find out who was on each crew.  I checked the bid sheets and figured out who I thought should have been on the flights, but later discovered that several of the crew had picked up the flights off reserve or out of open time. 

 Later that morning we gathered all of the American crewmembers together that were staying in the hotel.  We were joined by the Washington crew of 77 from the day before, a Chicago crew, and a New York crew.  The Captain of the DC crew was Terry.  It was nice to have another familiar face in the room.  The mood was beyond somber.  The flight attendants were mostly tearful.  Most of us did not know how to react.  We started to piece together who some of the missing crews were and that only added to the horror of the day’s events.  Every one of us either knew or had at least flown with someone who had died on one of our flights that day.  The company sent representatives out to the LA layover hotels to help provide some measure of comfort to the crews, but no one had anything to say.  It was too soon for everything to have sunk in. 

 I returned to my room and got in touch with my Navy Reserve squadron.  It was time to count heads and most of us were airline pilots.  Thankfully, everyone was accounted for.  Next, I started looking up fraternity brothers who lived and worked in New York.  Everyone that I could locate was also accounted for.  At least one who had been working in the WTC had decided to come in late that day.  I kept one eye on the news and the other on my internet connection for what seemed like an eternity.  With a small measure of peace of mind, I decided it was time to go for a run. 

Over the next few days, this was how I managed my stress and I would run several times a day.  Sleep did not come easy and the physical exhaustion helped.  It was no surprise that our flight was cancelled that night.   The whole system had been shut down and no airplanes were flying.  Running in LA, one rarely has the sense of being alone, but on September 11th, I had a sense of solitude as I ran.  There were very few cars on the road and, though we were near the airport, there were no airplanes in the sky.  The absence of contrails in the sky and the utter silence on the ground was more surreal than serene…it was utterly eerie.

 That night, all four crews gathered at the Tony Roma’s restaurant across the street from our hotel.  The restaurant staff had arranged for a private room for us.  Ordinarily when aircrews get together, the scene is filled with the spirited flow of a group of people whose camaraderie is constantly reinforced by the synergy of their daily routines.  This time we descended on the bar as though flying a missing man formation.  The routine was normal but the empty seats made everyone and everything seem out of balance, though at the time, no one put those feelings into words.  The wine was flowing as though it were a wake.  It was very cathartic as we all felt an intangible loss and shared in a fellowship that made us feel less isolated and introspective (we had plenty of time for that at the hotel).  We swapped stories and tried to act like things were normal. 

 I discovered that the first officer from the Chicago crew, sitting across the table from me, was Rob.  His father is the author (and pilot) Richard Bach who wrote Jonathan Livingston Seagull.  That little book played a critical role in my childhood fascination with flight and my yearning to become a pilot.  When I read the story, I was touched by the beauty of the hero’s pursuit of perfection in his art of flight and the author’s portrayal of solitude and introspection in that pursuit.  It is a story of transformation through the pursuit of perfection in the art of flying.  Later, my flight school roommate, Mitchell gave me another Bach book entitled, Illusions, and made me read it before getting my wings.  Illusions is a wonderful allegorical book about a modern day Messiah who quits the job to pursue what makes him happy.  With this book, Mitchell and Richard Bach had given me a gift of perspective and reflection…we all should have the freedom to do what we love.  As I reflected on the coincidence of this chance meeting with Rob, I focused in on these ideas and what forces had aligned to put me at that table on that day.  Ironically, Richard Bach also wrote a book entitled, Nothing By Chance

 This coincidence…this thought…this reason helped me keep things in perspective when the inevitable questions and doubts began to arise.  Why them? Were we targeted too?  Should it have been me?  Would it have turned out differently if I had been in the cockpit?  All of these thoughts and the accompanying emotions seemed to be driven, not by guilt, but by a sense of responsibility for our brethren.  We needed to feel something and we were all searching for it, but this was new territory and no one knew exactly how to respond.

I have always surrounded myself with music; whether at home, in the car or in my head interspersed with my thoughts, some kind of music is nearly always with me. I have tried to remember what music I listened to during the time I was stuck in LA that week, but I can’t recall listening to music.  Although this may sound a little weird, my mind was filled with a song that week, all the time, everywhere. The children had learned it from our friend and Deacon, Edie, sometime earlier in the year and had sung it repeatedly in a family church service at our little church in Maine. I don’t know what it is called, and perhaps it represents a more overtly spiritual song of fateful resignation than I will ever be comfortable expressing outwardly.  Nonetheless, it became my silent mantra that week as I worked through my thoughts and experience.  It was only loud and a conscious thought when I was out on my runs.  I drummed the cadence of the song with every painful plodding step… “this is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it…” It’s crazy but my feelings as I write those words now, ten years later, gave me a chill and welled up in my eyes.  That’s as far as it goes, every time I think of it, and I still have not cried.  When things seem senseless or inexplicable, I find myself falling back into that mantra and I find solace in it.   

 For the next five days, we were scheduled to fly back to Boston everyday.  Everyday our flight was cancelled because the airspace remained shutdown.  Finally on Saturday, September 15th, we were scheduled and flew flight 222 back to Boston.  The ramp at LAX was virtually barren.  Chris waited on the jetbridge for our passengers while I did the preflight inspection.  He knew his role and it came naturally…as the captain he had to allay our passengers’ fears and help them get on the airplane for the first time since the attacks. This task was made more challenging by the fact that many of our passengers had lost loved ones in the attacks and several were related to our lost crew members. Chris demonstrated true leadership and genuine compassion as he greeted each passenger and spoke to them privately.  They all got on board.  The mother of one of our deceased flight attendants pinned on my lapel a red, white and blue ribbon that she had stitched. 

 The single loop of ribbon was soft and thin. The red ribbon overlaid on top of the white and the blue but each one set smoothly upon the other revealing each colored edge.  The very tips of the ribbon, now slightly frayed, curled upward.  At the center of the vertex of the loop, where the three ribbons cross, there are two tiny white stitches that were put there by a mother’s hand. Tiny, insignificant, white threaded stitches…not showy, just there to hold it together.  The kind of simple, functional, threads that bind families together and remind us of our mothers’ love even when we may take it for granted.  She pinned it to my lapel with my American Airlines service pin.  The pin left a hole in the ribbon that has become as much a memory as the thread and ribbon. 

 They were ready to go and we took off for Boston.  Once overhead LA, we were cleared direct to the initial approach fix for our approach into Boston.  With the exception of the military flights on patrol, there were now other airplanes in the sky.  The radios were so silent that I continually had to call Center for radio checks to verify that they were still working.  Once we reached Albany, NY, we could see the column of smoke still rising up from the remains of the World Trade Center.  Chris and I looked on in disbelief as we saw it live for the first time.  We attempted to joke around about ways to distract our passengers so they would look out the other side of the airplane toward Canada and clear skies…but that did not alleviate the feeling of distress over seeing the billowing smoke.  Soon thereafter, we landed in Boston.  We were the only inbound flight that day (or at least that is how I remember it).  We were greeted by our Chief Pilot and volunteers from the union who were there to make sure we were okay and got any help we might need.  We walked along the ramp in relative silence.  In a place that one can ordinarily not hear themselves think, we could have been heard talking in a whisper.

 I had been gone for what seemed like an eternity and I needed to get home to see Elizabeth and the kids, so I left the airport as quickly as I could.  During my extended stay in LA, I had missed Patrick’s 5th birthday party. Although it was the terrorists’ attacks that prevented me from getting home, I will always feel guilty about missing that day with Patrick. As these thoughts filled my head, I passed under an underpass on Route 1 where someone had hung a large American flag and I began to notice them hanging everywhere along the road.  Something in our spirit had changed while we were away; now we appeared to be united.

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The Decline of Naval Aviation

September 8th, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 2 Comments »

The Decline of Naval Aviation

Is Naval Aviation Culture Dead?
Issue: Proceedings Magazine – September 2011 Vol. 137/9/1,303
By John Lehman

The swaggering-flyer mystique forged over the past century has been stymied in recent years by political correctness.

We celebrate the 100th anniversary of U.S. naval aviation this year, but the culture that has become legend was born in controversy, with battleship admirals and Marine generals seeing little use for airplanes. Even after naval aviators proved their worth in World War I, naval aviation faced constant conflict within the Navy and Marine Corps, from the War Department, and from skeptics in Congress. Throughout the interwar period, its culture was forged largely unnoted by the public.

It first burst into the American consciousness 69 years ago when a few carrier aviators changed the course of history at the World War II Battle of Midway. For the next three years the world was fascinated by these glamorous young men who, along with the Leathernecks, dominated the newsreels of the war in the Pacific. Most were sophisticated and articulate graduates of the Naval Academy and the Ivy League, and as such they were much favored for Pathé News interviews and War Bond tours. Their casualty rates from accidents and combat were far higher than other branches of the naval service, and aviators were paid nearly a third more than non-flying shipmates. In typical humor, a pilot told one reporter: “We don’t make more money, we just make it faster.”

Landing a touchy World War II fighter on terra firma was difficult enough, but to land one on a pitching greasy deck required quite a different level of skill and sangfroid. It took a rare combination of hand-eye coordination, innate mechanical sense, instinctive judgment, accurate risk assessment, and most of all, calmness under extreme pressure. People with such a rare combination of talents will always be few in number. The current generation of 9-G jets landing at over 120 knots hasn’t made it any easier.

Little wonder that poker was a favorite recreation and gallows humor the norm. In his book Crossing the Line, Professor Alvin Kernan recounts when his TBF had a bad launch off the USS Suwanee (CVE-27) in 1945. He was trying desperately to get out of the sinking plane as the escort carrier sped by a few feet away. Looking up, he saw the face of his shipmate, Cletus Powell (who had just won money from him playing blackjack), leaning out of a porthole shouting “Kernan, you don’t have to pay. Get out, get out for God’s sake.” No wonder such men had a certain swagger that often irritated their non-flying brothers in arms.

Louis Johnson’s Folly

By war’s end more than 100 carriers were in commission. But when Louis Johnson replaced the first Secretary of Defense, Jim Forrestal—himself one of the original naval aviators in World War I—he tried to eliminate both the Marine Corps and naval aviation. By 1950 Johnson had ordered the decommissioning of all but six aircraft carriers. Most historians count this as one of the important factors in bringing about the invasion of South Korea, supported by both China and the Soviet Union. After that initial onslaught, no land airbases were available for the Air Force to fight back, and all air support during those disastrous months came from the USS Valley Forge (CV-45), the only carrier left in the western Pacific. She was soon joined by the other two carriers remaining in the Pacific.

Eventually enough land bases were recovered to allow the Air Force to engage in force, and more carriers were recommissioned, manned by World War II vets hastily recalled to active duty. James Michener’s The Bridges at Toko-Ri and Admiral James Holloway’s Aircraft Carriers at War together capture that moment perfectly. Only later was it learned that many of the enemy pilots were battle-hardened Russian veterans of World War II.

By the time of the armistice, the Cold War was well under way, and for the next 43 years, naval aviation was at the leading edge of the conflict around the globe. As before, aviators suffered very high casualties throughout. Training and operational accidents took a terrible toll. Jet fighters on straight decks operating without the sophisticated electronics or reliable ejection seats that evolved in later decades had to operate come hell or high water as one crisis followed another in the Taiwan Strait, Cuba, and many lesser-known fronts. Between1953 and 1957, hundreds of naval aviators were killed in an average of 1,500 crashes per year, while others died when naval intelligence gatherers like the EC-121 were shot down by North Koreans, Soviets, and Chinese. In those years carrier aviators had only a one-in-four chance of surviving 20 years of service.

Vietnam and the Cold War

The Vietnam War was an unprecedented feat of endurance, courage, and frustration in ten years of constant combat. Naval aviators flew against the most sophisticated Soviet defensive systems and highly trained and effective Vietnamese pilots. But unlike any previous conflict, they had to operate under crippling political restrictions, well known to the enemy. Antiaircraft missiles and guns were placed in villages and other locations known to be immune from attack. The kinds of targets that had real strategic value were protected while hundreds of aviators’ lives and thousands of aircraft were lost attacking easily rebuilt bridges and “suspected truck parks,” as the U.S. government indulged its academic game theories.

Stephen Coonts’ Flight of the Intruder brilliantly expressed the excruciating frustration from this kind of combat. During that period, scores of naval aviators were killed or taken prisoner. More than 100 squadron commanders and executive officers were lost. The heroism and horror of the POW experience for men such as John McCain and Jim Stockdale were beyond anything experienced since the war with Japan.

Naturally, when these men hit liberty ports, and when they returned to their bases between deployments, their partying was as intense as their combat. The legendary stories of Cubi Point, Olongapo City, and the wartime Tailhook conventions in Las Vegas grew with each passing year.

Perhaps the greatest and least known contribution of naval aviation was its role in bringing the Cold War to a close. President Ronald Reagan believed that the United States could win the Cold War without combat. Along with building the B-1 and B-2 bombers and the Peacekeeper missile, and expanding the Army to 18 divisions, President Reagan built the 600-ship Navy and, more important, approved the Navy recommendation to begin at once pursuing a forward strategy of aggressive exercising around the vulnerable coasts of Russia. This demonstrated to the Soviets that we could defeat the combined Warsaw Pact navies and use the seas to strike and destroy their vital strategic assets with carrier-based air power.

Nine months after the President’s inauguration, three U.S. and two Royal Navy carriers executed offensive exercises in the Norwegian Sea and Baltic. In this and subsequent massive exercises there and in the northwest Pacific carried out every year, carrier aircraft proved that they could operate effectively in ice and fog, penetrate the best defenses, and strike all of the bases and nodes of the Soviet strategic nuclear fleet. Subsequent testimony from members of the Soviet General Staff attested that this was a major factor in the deliberations and the loss of confidence in the Soviet government that led to its collapse.

During those years naval aviation adapted to many new policies, the removal of the last vestiges of institutional racial discrimination, and the first winging of women as naval aviators and their integration into ships and squadrons.

‘Break the Culture’

1991 marked the dissolution of the Warsaw Pact and the end of the Cold War. But as naval aviation shared in this triumph, the year also marked the start of tragedy. The Tailhook Convention that took place in September that year began a scandal with a negative impact on naval aviation that continues to this day. The over-the-top parties of combat aviators were overlooked during the Vietnam War but had become accidents waiting to happen in the postwar era.

Whatever the facts of what took place there, it set off investigations within the Navy, the Department of Defense, the Senate, and the House that were beyond anything since the investigations and hearings regarding the Pearl Harbor attack. Part of what motivated this grotesquely disproportionate witch hunt was pure partisan politics and the deep frustration of Navy critics (and some envious begrudgers within the Navy) of the glamorous treatment accorded to the Navy and its aviators in Hollywood and the media, epitomized by the movie Top Gun. Patricia Schroeder (D-CO), chair of the House Armed Services Committee investigation, declared that her mission was to “break the culture,” of naval aviation. One can make the case that she succeeded.

What has changed in naval aviation since Tailhook? First, we should review the social/cultural, and then professional changes. Many but not all were direct results of Tailhook.

‘De-Glamorization’ of Alcohol

Perhaps in desperation, the first reaction of Pentagon leadership to the congressional witch hunt was to launch a massive global jihad against alcohol, tellingly described as “de-glamorization.” While alcohol was certainly a factor in the Tailhook scandal, it was absolutely not a problem for naval aviation as a whole. There was no evidence that there were any more aviators with an alcohol problem than there were in the civilian population, and probably a good deal fewer.

As a group, naval aviators have always been fastidious about not mixing alcohol and flying. But social drinking was always a part of off-duty traditional activities like hail-and-farewell parties and especially the traditional Friday happy hour. Each Friday on every Navy and Marine air station, most aviators not on duty turned up at the officers’ club at 1700 to relax and socialize, tell bad jokes, and play silly games like “dead bug.” But there was also an invaluable professional function, because happy hours provided a kind of sanctuary where junior officers could roll the dice with commanders, captains, and admirals, ask questions that could never be asked while on duty, listen avidly to the war stories of those more senior, and absorb the lore and mores of the warrior tribe.

When bounds of decorum were breached, or someone became over-refreshed, as occasionally happened, they were usually taken care of by their peers. Only in the worst cases would a young junior officer find himself in front of the skipper on Monday morning. Names like Mustin Beach, Trader Jon’s, Miramar, and Oceana were a fixed part of the culture for anyone commissioned before 1991. A similar camaraderie took place in the chiefs’ clubs, the acey-deucy clubs, and the sailors’ clubs.

Now all that is gone. Most officers’ and non-commissioned officers’ clubs were closed and happy hours banned. A few clubs remain, but most have been turned into family centers for all ranks and are, of course, empty. No officers dare to be seen with a drink in their hand. The JOs do their socializing as far away from the base as possible, and all because the inquisitors blamed the abuses of Tailhook ’91 on alcohol abuse. It is fair to say that naval aviation was slow to adapt to the changes in society against alcohol abuse and that corrections were overdue, especially against tolerance of driving while under the influence.

But once standards of common sense were ignored in favor of political correctness, there were no limits to the spread of its domination. Not only have alcohol infractions anonymously reported on the hot-line become career-enders, but suspicions of sexual harassment, homophobia, telling of risqué jokes, and speech likely to offend favored groups all find their way into fitness reports. And if actual hot-line investigations are then launched, that is usually the end of a career, regardless of the outcome. There is now zero-tolerance for any missteps in these areas.

Turning Warriors into Bureaucrats

On the professional side, it is not only the zero-tolerance of infractions of political correctness but the smothering effects of the explosive growth of bureaucracy in the Pentagon. When the Department of Defense was created in 1947, the headquarters staff was limited to 50 billets. Today, 750,000 full time equivalents are on the headquarters staff. This has gradually expanded the time and cost of producing weapon systems, from the 4 years from concept to deployment of Polaris, to the projected 24 years of the F-35.

But even more damaging, these congressionally created new bureaucracies are demanding more and more meaningless paperwork from the operating forces. According to the most recent rigorous survey, each Navy squadron must prepare and submit some 780 different written reports annually, most of which are never read by anyone but still require tedious gathering of every kind of statistic for every aspect of squadron operations. As a result, the average aviator spends a very small fraction of his or her time on duty actually flying.

Job satisfaction has steadily declined. In addition to paperwork, the bureaucracy now requires officers to attend mandatory courses in sensitivity to women’s issues, sensitivity and integration of openly homosexual personnel, and how to reintegrate into civilian society when leaving active duty. This of course is perceived as a massive waste of time by aviators, and is offensive to them in the inherent assumption that they are no longer officers and gentlemen but coarse brutes who will abuse women and gays, and not know how to dress or hold a fork in civilian society unless taught by GS-12s.

One of the greatest career burdens added to naval aviators since the Cold War has been the Goldwater-Nichols requirement to have served at least four years of duty on a joint staff to be considered for flag, and for junior officers to have at least two years of such joint duty even to screen for command. As a result, the joint staffs in Washington and in all the combatant commands have had to be vastly increased to make room. In addition, nearly 250 new Joint Task Force staffs have been created to accommodate these requirements. Thus, when thinking about staying in or getting out, young Navy and Marine aviators look forward to far less flight time when not deployed, far more paperwork, and many years of boring staff duty.

Zero-Tolerance Is Intolerable

Far more damaging than bureaucratic bloat is the intolerable policy of “zero-tolerance” applied by the Navy and the Marine Corps. One strike, one mistake, one DUI, and you are out. The Navy has produced great leaders throughout its history. In every era the majority of naval officers are competent but not outstanding. But there has always been a critical mass of fine leaders. They tended to search for and recognize the qualities making up the right stuff, as young JOs looked up the chain and emulated the top leaders, while the seniors in turn looked down and identified and mentored youngsters with promise.

By nature, these kinds of war-winning leaders make mistakes when they are young and need guidance—and often protection from the system. Today, alas, there is much evidence that this critical mass of such leaders is being lost. Chester Nimitz put his whole squadron of destroyers on the rocks by making mistakes. But while being put in purgatory for a while, he was protected by those seniors who recognized a potential great leader. In today’s Navy, Nimitz would be gone. Any seniors trying to protect him would themselves be accused of a career-ending cover-up.

Because the best aviators are calculated risk-takers, they have always been particularly vulnerable to the system. But now in the age of political correctness and zero-tolerance, they are becoming an endangered species.

Today, a young officer with the right stuff is faced on commissioning with making a ten-year commitment if he or she wants to fly, which weeds out some with the best potential. Then after winging and an operational squadron tour, they know well the frustrations outlined here. They have seen many of their role models bounced out of the Navy for the bad luck of being breathalyzed after two beers, or allowing risqué forecastle follies.

‘Dancing on the Edge of a Cliff’

They have not seen senior officers put their own careers on the line to prevent injustice. They see before them at least 14 years of sea duty, interspersed with six years of bureaucratic staff duty in order to be considered for flag rank. And now they see all that family separation and sacrifice as equal to dancing on the edge of a cliff. One mistake or unjust accusation, and they are over. They can no longer count on a sea-daddy coming to their defense.

Today, the right kind of officers with the right stuff still decide to stay for a career, but many more are putting in their letters in numbers that make a critical mass of future stellar leaders impossible. In today’s economic environment, retention numbers look okay, but those statistics are misleading.

Much hand-wringing is being done among naval aviators (active-duty, reserve, and retired) about the remarkable fact that there has only been one aviator chosen as Chief of Naval Operations during the past 30 years. For most of the last century there were always enough outstanding leaders among aviators, submariners, and surface warriors to ensure a rough rotation among the communities when choosing a CNO. The causes of this sudden change are not hard to see. Vietnam aviator losses severely thinned the ranks of leaders and mentors; Tailhook led to the forced or voluntary retirement of more than 300 carrier aviators, including many of the finest, like Bob Stumpf, former skipper of the Blue Angels.

There are, of course, the armchair strategists and think-tankers who herald the arrival of unmanned aerial vehicles as eliminating the need for naval aviators and their culture, since future naval flying will be done from unified bases in Nevada, with operators requiring a culture rather closer computer geeks. This is unlikely.

As the aviator culture fades from the Navy, what is being lost? Great naval leaders have and will come from each of the communities, and have absorbed virtues from all of them. But each of the three communities has its unique cultural attributes. Submariners are imbued with the precision of engineering mastery and the chess players’ adherence to the disciplines of the long game; surface sailors retain the legacy of John Paul Jones, David G. Farragut and Arleigh “31 Knot” Burke, and have been the principal repository of strategic thinking and planning. Aviators have been the principal source of offensive thinking, best described by Napoleon as “L’audace, l’audace, toujours l’audace!” (Audacity, audacity, always audacity!)

Those attributes of naval aviators—willingness to take intelligent calculated risk, self-confidence, even a certain swagger—that are invaluable in wartime are the very ones that make them particularly vulnerable in today’s zero-tolerance Navy. The political correctness thought police, like Inspector Javert in Les Misérables, are out to get them and are relentless.

The history of naval aviation is one of constant change and challenge. While the current era of bureaucracy and political correctness, with its new requirements of integrating women and openly gay individuals, is indeed challenging, it can be dealt with without compromising naval excellence. But what does truly challenge the future of the naval services is the mindless pursuit of zero-tolerance. A Navy led by men and women who have never made a serious mistake will be a Navy that will fail.

Dr. Lehman was the 65th Secretary of the Navy and a member of the 9/11 Commission.