OMB Honors Service Served..

November 11, 2013.

Today, We Honor the Memory of Those who have Fallen in the Service
of Their Country, and Those who Survived the Ordeal and Passed On.

May They Rest in Peace.

Today, I join you in Honoring the Military Servicemen and Women
who are representing the United States, Serving all over the World
and here at Home. My Best Wishes for their Safety and Early
Homecoming from the U.S. or Abroad ..

I know many of you may look Quizzically at my excessive Capitalization.
But,
Hey .....It's the Way I Feel About It !

Thank You For Your Service.
Solomon

OMB attends Wings of Freedom tour.

The Wings of Freedom tour visited nearby Oxford Airport this weekend.   A wonderful display of vintage WWII aircraft.  Here are some photos.

To view videos of the P51 Mustang landing, taxi and take off click on the links below:

P51 Mustang Landing  http://youtu.be/nsjs5uJUlW0

P51 Mustang Taxi in    http://youtu.be/5T2fClDGziA

P51 Mustang Taxi out  http://youtu.be/YORSGMDIPuo

P51 Mustanf Take off   http://youtu.be/b8aXZmwY7lk

Oldest Military Blogger Recalls a DREAM

Oldest Military Blogger Reflects.

A Comment two days ago on my Blog, prompts

me to re-title this posting ...

My Father Loves Me. 

After finishing my Basic Training at Indiantown Gap PA,

and having settled into my new Quarters with the 301st

Port Co., an event took place, that at the time, was very

uplifting for my morale.

My Father,who had gone to work on the West Coast for

Kaiser Shipyards, constructing Liberty Ships for the

Maritime Commission as an overhead welder, impulsively

dropped in to visit me.

In an interval between shipbuilding, that day, on a train 
bound for New York from Washington State, my Father 
got off at the Harrisburg, PA. stop, some 20 odd miles 
from, Indiantown Gap.

The Camp Service Bus gave him a lift from the Station

to the Gap.

He left after having Dinner in our mess hall but regretted

being unable to stay because he was anxious to be

on his way home to my Mother and 5 of my siblings.

Many  years later, waking from a Dream, I walked into

my kitchen at Four A.M.,sat down in my underwear

at the kitchen table, and composed the following

recollection of the dream and what it revealed to me,

less it be lost forever..The Revelation?.

My Father Loves Me!

On Feb. 14th 1995, I had an insight that was quite

remarkable to me, that after 52 years I realized that

My Father Loved Me ....Very Much!

It was the late afternoon of Oct. 1943...I was in the

Army, stationed in Indiantown Gap PA....An Orderly

came to tell me that my Father was on the Base and

the Orderly had been instructed to bring me to

Battalion Headquarters in his Jeep. 

Civilians had to be detained for security reasons until

a uniformed escort could be provided 

to accompany them... on the base...

It was explained to me, that the visitor was with 
Master Sergeant, Charles Hart, awaiting my 
arrival at the Sergeant's office.

During the ride, I had the most agonizing thoughts. 

Trying to understand the reason for this unexpected 

and unusual circumstance, of allowing, visitors 

for G.I's, who were only permitted on weekends.

The remainder of the ride was short, and when 
we arrived, we were told that the First Sergeant 
had taken my Father to the Mess Hall and we were 
to meet them there.

As I turned to look toward the Mess Hall, from where

I stood I could see the the enlisted men's Chow Line, 
some 200 feet away and outstanding, was the dark 
blue outfit among the olive drab in the line, restlessly waiting.

The brown fedora and the blue figure's posture, identified

his person as my Pop...and as I ran toward him....he turned

to see where the shouting was coming from and saw me

running...he left the line and came in my direction.

When we met there was a very awkward moment, of

no embrace, no hugging or kissing......just some macho

back slapping and hand shaking..and I remember, that

wonderful smile on his face, announcing to me that he

was not a bearer of bad news.

The thing of it is, for over 50 years until tonight's

Dream, I didn't make any sense out of the look in his eyes.

Until this realization in my awaking... 

I remembered those eyes ...

They saw me with sparkling admiration and good humor, 

tearful pride and concern, a careful appraisal

from head to toe and with what I understand now, 

as Much Love......

The kind of Love I hope my Children can see and

apprise, when they notice me looking at them, today.

The kind of look I had seen, in my Mother's eyes,

many times, knowing what that admiration was all

about. 

Strangely, I never equated that thought

with my Dad.

Evidently, We do get Wise as we Age.

I still have the original hand scripted page from 1995,

on a yellow legal pad.

I share this with you now because I was 21 years

of age then, without the awareness of all that was

going on around me....occupied with my own trials

and tribulations.

I knew innately, that my father loved me, but the vivid

dream gave me the intellectual wisdom of his feelings

toward me.

When you get Home, Love your families.

To Love is to Give.

Expect nothing in return and you will never be disappointed.

You get Love only when it is Given without reservation.

Some day, you will realize, you were getting It back in Triplicate,

but hopefully, you were not too busy, to notice..,

Oldest Military Blogger! "I'm Here!"

Stephen Sondheim celebrated his 80th
Birthday, Live on PBS,  with a review
of his canon of work on Broadway, at
Lincoln Center, in New York.
At 84,Elaine Strich closed the show in song,
with a sock performance of "I'm Here",
bringing down the house with a standing
ovation to lyrics like.....
"I've seen good times and bum times.
And I'm Here"..
Stephen Sondheim,took the stage,
addressed the audience
while standing in front of the
entire Company of Players, stating...
"Alice Roosevelt, once said,
'First you're Young.
Then, you're Middle aged.
Then you're Wonderful!"

So, after 3 months of good days
and bum days, keeping me from my Blog...
Well,
I"m 90
I'm Cool!
I'm Here!
And I'm Wonderful!

Come Home, Safe and Sound and
Every day should be, Memorial Day,
Remember All of Those,
Less Fortunate.

Thank you for your Service.

OMB Celebrates D Day

Oldest Military Blogger Celebrates D Day.

“What Soldiers Do”, a shoddy book was released giving references of criminality by 

soldiers stationed in France during WWII.

Unfortunately, or was it intentionally, the week of the release corresponds

with the Memorial Day period of 2013..

A despicable time to release this trashy title to humiliate Service Persons.

Soldiers know what they do better than anybody..

More than 2 million American Servicemen in Europe, away

from their family and loved ones, mostly in England, later in France,

but earlier in Africa, and Italy, some for more than two years

Very busy keeping it together for Duty in WWII.

War is not a palatable commodity.

The opposing combatants,maybe, are sometimes,

all Morally Right, in their own way.

The winners and losers kill their enemy and themselves.

What’s moral about that.

War is bad.

Some Soldiers are bad .

They do bad things.

These Soldiers have lost their Morals.

The civilians complain to the Authorities

The Soldiers are punished.

More than 60, almost 70 years later, a Historian published

a book condemning all soldiers for what

they did in France because of a letter written in 1945,

by the Mayor of Le Havre, after the liberation of his Country.

How soon we forget.

We must remember the tens of thousands of lives

lost in the war in France, fighting for that Liberty.

That’s what that weekend is really about.

A Department of Veterans Affairs reports, at the end of World War II, there were 16 million veterans. Today, there are about 1 million. 
By 2036, it is estimated there will be no living veterans of World War II.

Thank you for your Service in any branch of the Military.

Thank you for your Service in any War, here or abroad...

Only soldiers know best, what soldiers do.

As to the 70th Anniversary of D Day on Normandy, I personally

have some business I  have to take care of then ,so I’ll stick around.

Welcome Home.