The United States Navy will be making a show of force in late July off the coast of China - with seven carrier battle groups! In an article about Operation Summer Pulse 04, The Straits Times says in part:
From past deployment patterns, the US usually despatches one CSG to a trouble spot as a reminder of its presence.
It did so several times in the past when tension was high in the Taiwan Strait.
It sends two to indicate serious concern, as was the case when China test-fired missiles over the strait in 1996.
In a combat situation, it deploys three to four, which was what it did in the Gulf War in the early 1990s and the recent Iraqi war.
But never before has it sent in peace time seven [out of 12] CSGs to the same theatre.
". . . that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth."
-Abraham Lincoln, 19 November, 1863, The Gettysburg
Address
There are more fronts in this war than we may realize
I was discussing current world events with a Christian friend the other day, when it hit me like a bolt of lightning: I have been so concerned with the politics of the whole thing that I had forgotten where the real conflict will be won or lost.
. . .For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Ephesians 6:12
No, I am not saying that the Republican Party is the Force of Righteousness, nor that the Democrats are Evil Incarnate.
A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, con a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyse a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
In 1976, when Jimmy Carter ran for president, I was all for him. This, perhaps, can be forgiven, since I was only 13 years old. By 1981, however, the scales had fallen from my eyes: I supported Ronald Reagan.
In the decades since, I have come to think of Carter as a bumbling, but generally good man who was a living example of a useful idiot the Peter Principle.
Peace and friendship with all mankind is our wisest policy, and I wish we may be permitted to pursue it. But the temper and folly of our enemies may not leave this in our choice.
Doubting God's existence is okay and perfectly acceptable within Christianity as long as the person doubting remains obedient and committed to the Christian path.
i am starting a personal fitness blog, Blog 4 Life. I hope to use it to keep track of, and help motivate, my progress. I've put a link under "All in the Family" on the blogroll. Feel free to visit; It is my hope that it will motivate others as well.
1. You believe that the AIDS virus is spread by a lack of Federal funding.
2. You believe that the same school system that can't teach 4th graders how to read is somehow the best qualified to teach those same kids all about sex.
3. You believe that guns, in the hands of law-abiding Americans are more of a threat than U.S. nuclear weapons technology, in the hands of Chinese communists.
Who is in charge of the clattering train?
The axles creak and the couplings strain;
And the pace is hot, and the points are near,
And sleep has deadened the driver's ear;
And the signals flash through the night in vain,
For Death is in charge of the clattering train.
-Author unknown, but quoted by Churchill in the excellent biopic, The Gathering Storm.
Last week, both of my sons were away at church camp. Since my daughter is at the 15-year-old it's-summer-and-I-have-to-spend-all-my-time-wth-my-friends stage, the house was eerily quiet all week long.
So what did Spousal Unit & I do while they were all gone? Well, yeah . . . but that's not what I'm talking about. We remodeled the boys' room.
It was worth the effort when the boys got home. Sean's jaw just hit the floor. He was speechless (he's 11, so this is no mean feat). Duncan did his 7-year-old rendition of the Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes winner, hands to his mouth and squealing with delight.
Church camp - $150. Materials for the room - $50. The warm feeling in this father's heart at making a memory - priceless. I love being a Dad.
Never give in. Never give in. Never, never, never, never - in nothing, great or small, large or petty - never give in, except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force. Never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.
Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace--but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
The title pretty much says it all. Amazon has it for $13.99, and it's definitely worth the cost. I don't think it's hyperbole to say that this is one of the most important books to be published this year. I will post a review when I finish it, but I wanted to get the link out there for others.
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There are days when we tend to forget that there are plenty of people still out there with their heads on straight:
It all began with a chance encounter at an airport, a glance, an offer, a quiet chat.
What's your seat number, soldier?
It's 23-B, sir, the soldier told the businessman.
No, son, that's my seat. Yours is in first class.
As more soldiers boarded, similar offers quickly came from the other first-class passengers.
And eight soldiers heading home from Iraq for two weeks of R&R found themselves with their officers in the big seats up front instead of the center seats in coach.
Here is a picture taken of the soldiers on that flight:
Hearing of incidents like this still manages to warm the cockles of my heart. Read the whole thing.
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*For the young and historically unenlightened, that is a photo of the evacuation of the U.S. Embassy in Saigon when we abandoned Vietnam to the Commies, 30 April, 1975.
Well, we had a little excitement around here last night. Around 11:00, we were relaxing in the study when we heard a weird honking sound. My wife looked out the window to see what it was, and hollered, "Ohmygosh! That truck's on fire!" This was less than 100 yards from our house.
Turns out that the weird honking sound was the fire truck trying to get the idiots who park on this street to move their cars; it was having trouble getting through!
Well, for once I had a camera handy, and you can see the results below. (Click on the thumbnail to see full-size image.)
On July 20, 1969, The single greatest technological achievement of all time was accomplished when a human first set foot on another celestial body.
Six hours after landing at 4:17 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time (with less than 30 seconds of fuel remaining), Neil A. Armstrong took the "Small Step" into our greater future when he stepped off the Lunar Module, Eagle, onto the surface of the Moon, from which he could look up and see Earth in the heavens as no one had done before him.*
Three years, five months later, Gene Cernan and Harrison Schmitt left the moon; no one has been there since. Now, I'm not going to launch (no pun intended) on my patented tirade about the lack of progress since then. Instead I'll look at where we are going now.
Back when I was in the Air Force, I held a Top-Secret security clearance. If I had "inadvertently" walked out of the my work facility with classified information, or handwritten notes thereon, I would be stationed at Ft. Leavenworth to this day, at the rank of Airman Basic.