Try as I may, I see no evidence of this.  At first, the assumption was made that the hundreds and hundreds of thugs and murderers constantly displayed on TV were all in blackface.

Finally, I had to come to the conclusion that our Manchurian/Iranian Candidate was fibbing.

While I was supportive of President Trump's efforts to help HBCU's, my personal experience with graduates of these 'universities' has not been positive.  In fact, the opposite has been true.

I previously alluded to the post-Vietnam RIF, and the allowance of black officers to return to the Army with promotions and backpay.  No allowance for similar treatment of white officers...

Again, as a young dental officer finally entering active duty after my commission as a second lieutenant four years earlier, I quickly noted the clinical production of each of the officers, a dozen or so, at our DENTAC.

  You know: who's hot and who's not. 

 COL Kahn W., a Howard grad, saw virtually no patients.

My only one-on-one experience with COL Kahn W. was because of a female dental officer complaint that I "was giving her stern looks...".  

COL Kahn W. called me into his office, (where I noticed there was permanent dent in his chair, as he was always in it...), for a counselling session.  

Some background:  general dental officers have busy schedules, indeed.  All have appointed schedules; one dental officer is designated DOD (Dental Officer of the Day).  He (or she) is responsible for emergency treatment in the clinic for that week, as well as after-hours treatment at Lyster Army Hospital.

No visits to the Officer's Club, after duty, during DOD week...

At any rate, the other general dental officers were required to help the DOD with patient flow, especially if their patient hadn't shown for whatever reason.

  But not CPT Theresa B. - she preferred to keep her scheduled patient, his treatment completed, seated so she could flirt.

Yes, Martha, 

the good doctor had a penchant for those young stud aviators.

One particular day, I was running two chairs, both full, hoping to hop on my 1100 F during lunch in order to see Kris, my firstborn.

  Only a few months old, he really enjoyed my bouncing him on my leg, but not as much as I did.  Yup, that Banty Rooster came out with my being a father.

Those precious few minutes with Kris were greatly cherished, even more so when I was deployed on the DMZ on his first birthday.

Performing dental treatment sometimes exceeds the time parameters estimated for such; lunch time was sometimes abbreviated.  I remember the eye-rolling of the DAC's, as they had plans at lunch.

Testimony that civilians who work for the military should not be able to unionize.  While most DAC's are great staff, those DEI appointees fall short...

As CPT Theresa B.'s eye fluttering with her pilot patients was making me late for that high noon lunch break, I cast a few daggers toward CPT Theresa B., producing that wad in her panties.  COL Kahn W. gave me the same counsel I had received a number of times in my life.

"Well, Captain Daw, we all work at different speeds...".

COL Kahn W., as stated earlier, was forced into retirement by COL Maddox.

In retrospect, I do kind of feel sorry for the flirtatious captain, although she was in violation of Army regulations by fraternizing with the flight students. 

 COL Maddox once commiserated to me: the female dental officer that CPT Theresa B. replaced created unit friction with her more blatant fraternization with an enlisted man, the NCOIC of the dental clinic.

Can't fight love; I recall a number of occasions when the saddened and forlorn CPT Theresa B. was moping around the clinic floor; yet another of her fleeting paramours had finished flight school and left Fort Rucker.

Didn't have those issues when the WAC was an integral component of our national defense.

A far worse exposure to an HBCU grad was when I was assigned to the 10th Medical Detachment in Yongsan.  I was designated senior occupant of a five man BOQ; each BOQ had a sign posted outside, indicating who was the senior officer.

There, I encountered a young second lieutenant, freshly commissioned via the Morgan State University ROTC program.  2LT Alvin C. was not supposed to be in this level of BOQ; as a junior officer, he should have been in a larger, general BOQ, but, supposedly, billeting shortages required this POS to be in my BOQ.

I suspect,  however, it was intended as preferential treatment given to another DEI appointee (earlier version, circa 1980's...).  This continued the pattern established when I was an FPA (Favorable Personnel Action) board member while stationed at Camp Casey, requiring extra points be given for blacks and females. (!)

Meritocracy be damned! 

At any rate, my surprise at finding a second lieutenant in my BOQ was soon replaced with 'WTF is he doing?'.

Against all regulations, the 2LT POS invited his wife to Korea and, in lieu of providing a hotel for her, he allowed her to stay overnight in the BOQ (!).

That was a clear violation of regulations that prohibited such.  Soldiers always have to be reminded of the idiom "loose lips..." compromise. I expected commissioned officers to know better.

 My conundrum:  As Senior Occupant, I am aware of this ongoing regulation violation.  But, similar to counsel given to my father, Battalion First Sergeant Daw, from his WAC battalion commander regarding the POS New York reservist - I reflected: 'He's a young 2LT and he misses his wife; be gentle...'

I provided a counselling session and a warning.

Although each room had a locking door, the stench of whatever the LT's wife was wearing permeated the whole BOQ.  (Who knows if this inconsiderate behemoth was even his wife.  For sure, she was not Korean.)

No, those ladies in Seoul were very pretty... 

Think of the inconvenience of the four other officers,  utilizing a single latrine facility, waiting to get ready for the day's duty because of this inconsiderate POS.  She would spend 20 minutes in that locked latrine facility, leaving a stench that would knock down a bull elephant for the rest of us to endure while we performed the daily ritual:  'Shave, Shower and S*!t'.

Having spent a week or so with this idiot, several of us noticed missing food from a common pantry.  This bastard was stealing our food!  One evening, three of us were outside with full view, via the picture window of the BOQ, of the lieutenant rifling thru the shelves of food in the pantry.  

He reminded me so much of a rat, squinting his eyes and pursing his lips while he literally sniffed each and every shelf, peering inside that five-shelf pantry.  Amazing.

What happened to 'An Officer and a Gentleman'?  Oh  yeah, Affirmative Action.

As the senior resident, I confronted him; I asked him if he needed a compass to find the commissary.  (He probably didn't know how to  use one...)  His matter-of-fact response was disturbing:  "I used to steal cassette tapes while I worked at Montgomery Ward...".

I wish I would have had the power to court-martial him on the spot.

Alas, however, these weren't the only dirty deeds for which this worthless 'officer' was responsible.

After ignoring my order that he remove his wife from the BOQ, as she had been there for nearly a week, I approached his battalion commander.  I was concerned that, as senior occupant, I could be held responsible for Alvin's actions.

"Thank you, Captain Daw!" was his response.  The LTC was looking for one more excuse to kick this POS out of the Army.  I provided that to him.

Returning to the BOQ later that day, I confronted a quite upset second lieutenant; he was fuming that I had spoken to his battalion commander. 

 Reminding him that he had been warned only increased his fury.

Ajumma was preparing food in the kitchen, adjacent to the common area; she stopped her prep activity in order to witness this outburst from the young, black second lieutenant.  Ajumma, like many other Koreans, had experienced first hand the rudeness and, frankly, embarrassing behavior by some black soldiers.  

She was sort of holding her breath, waiting to see if the lieutenant was going to do something he would regret.

And he did.

The young lieutenant was a good size man, about my size, standing nose to nose with me.  "You had no right ...", he uttered, while poking me in the chest.

"Thanks, lieutenant..." was my response, as I picked up the phone and called the MP's.  With Ajumma as my witness, he was handcuffed, charged with assaulting an officer, and headed to the stockade, never to be seen again.

Sure was good to find my  

stopped disappearing.

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Ajumma (pictured here with Hye Chong, executive secretary for Carius Dental Clinic) provided five officers with five star hotel services.

The SOFA (Status of Forces Agreement) established with AFK (Armed Forces Korea) and the Republic of Korea included provisions for employment of Korean citizens.  My BOQ, consequently, had a Monday thru Friday 'house mother'.

Ajumma provided full laundry service for the five of us.  She meticulously washed, dried, ironed and folded all our laundry.

Yes, Martha, all...

Further, she kept the BOQ spotless.

Admittedly, I didn't receive this kind of service when in CONUS... 

 My drawers had neatly folded underwear and socks.  Further, the underwear was ironed also.

Monday thru Friday, the bed was made daily with fresh sheets, ironed of course.  

Ajumma washed our dishes and, on many occasions, cooked for us.  Her yaki mandu (pot stickers) were incredible.

All the officers in my BOQ tried to let Ajumma know how much we appreciated her efforts.  She wasn't required to go to these lengths in her pampering of us.

She would always flash a huge smile and, with broken English, "It is my pleasure!".

God had truly blessed us with this remarkable lady.  We were not worried about theft; she was a Christian who had lived through the Korean War and loved Eighth Army's presence in Seoul.

The SOFA dictated that we could not pay Ajumma more than the thirty-five dollars monthly determined by the agreement.

$35 a month for 5 star service?

Dedicated services provided to five officers and $175 a month was all this hard working lady was earning...

I approached the other officers, suggesting we have a birthday party for Ajumma; that was not forbidden.

The gifts and cake were all capably handled by the highly trained professionals who benefitted from this delightful lady.

Each of us had highly honed skills in support of United States Forces Korea, but did not feel comfortable in the kitchen.

But someone from Carius Dental Clinic came to the rescue.

Hye Chong

She and Ajumma prepared the fantastic dinner that evening.

Maschesayo!  (delicious!)

One day, after a trip to the commissary, I discovered I had mistakenly bought a big block of Velveeta Cheese.  There was already an unopened block sitting on my shelf in the pantry.

Silly Rabbit!

  As the tiny 5-shelf pantry did not allow much space, I asked Ajumma, who was washing dishes at the time, if she would take it off my hands.  Perhaps her family might like good old American cheese from the commissary.

With a slight look of disbelief on her face as she turned to look at me, that beautiful smile of hers appeared.  I noticed a tear when she exclaimed

Kamsahamnida!

 Hanguk-mal provides 3 different ways to convey the same message, adding to the complexity of the language.  

Smartly, however, no masculine and feminine articles.  Eurofreaks Germany and France come to mind.

The Korean language is a hierarchical language. This means that age, rank, and familiarity are important factors to take into account when communicating.   

Koreans have a variant of conversation used with close friends and relatives and one for more informal settings like a restaurant or to a taxi driver.

The third version is when one talks to their grandmother, for example; the honorific is the most formal. 

Ajumma showed deep respect for me with her thanks; I am proud I was worthy of such. 

Unabashed joy on the face of our Ajumma.

Priceless.

Another coincidence:

My fellow BOQ officers also forgot the capacity of their one shelf.  Ajumma was very helpful in not letting our small kitchen area become cluttered with boxes of this and that...

And you know, none of us ever seemed to remember the restrictive capacity accorded by that shelf while shopping at the commissary...

Our Military Intelligence Officer resident of the BOQ and his fiancee.  

Military Intelligence - I frequently asked him if that was an oxymoron...

Ajumma and Hye Chong really outdid themselves...

Only pork and beef - no kegogi...

And a feast it was!

The outrage I feel when I see an Unmanly Man masquerading as a soldier...

Notice the POS on the left.  "What's wrong with him", one might ask.  I'm not referring to his poor posture and pushing weight requirements;  it is his right shoulder patch.

This guy - who knows if he is even in the National Guard - is NOT authorized to wear the proud US Second Infantry Division ('Second to None') patch.  Two reasons:

First, it is not his duty assignment; that would be on his left shoulder.

Second, the right shoulder is ONLY for previous combat assignments. Since the 2d ID's last combat designation was around  1970, this Stolen Valor POS should be humiliated publicly by a real Army soldier.

Or, he looks great for an 80 year old...

Poor leadership in the tolerance of such garbage as above questions the quality of the New York National Guard's maintenance writ large.

More specifically...

Scrutinization of the maintenance logs associated with the complex systems found on rotary wing aircraft must be performed independently of Demoncratic control.

Further, was this aircraft flown from New York to the Mexican border?  Surely not.

There was a survivor; hopefully he will be able to confirm what is readily apparent:  a mechanical failure. 

Were all maintenance providers qualified to do so with United States Army vetting, or was even more DEI nonsense incorporated into the process?

Fortunately, the above incident is uncommon, at least for now.  The Manchurian Candidate is ensuring that is destined for change...

Pilot error is involved in some crashes, but mechanical issues are overwhelmingly responsible for these tragedies.

Rotary wing aircraft have a lot of moving parts; things can easily go wrong unless strict maintenance protocols are followed.

I was privileged to have served with the nation's best helicopter maintenance experts during my tour of duty at Fort Rucker.  

The intricacies of these highly evolved rotary wing aircraft demand the utmost in training and experience.  One of the requirements of this air asset platform is the ability to hover.  Further, multiaxis operational requirements make even the older and less sophisticated Huey maintenance a daunting task.

In short, preventive maintenance is absolutely paramount.

Boeing's 737 MAX door plug issue on 5 January should have put a fire under their butts to resolve whatever caused a dumbass to nearly kill hundreds of passengers.

Thanks to God for giving Mama Bear the strength to hold her precious baby, preventing her from being sucked out of the plane; she must be a Republican.  Demoncrats  have much less regard for life, except their own.

Boeing still has not received the message:  

Boeing's recent FAILURE of dozens of maintenance requirements in recent weeks reinforces my gratitude for not having to fly any more.  Fox News published a list of DEI requirements Boeing sheepishly follows.  Absolutely stunning.  As the reporter was enumerating a rather lengthy list of things Boeing would overlook when they provide employment, my jaw dropped. 

But mystery solved, as there was the explanation for NOT PLACING THE FOUR DOOR BOLTS on the panel.  Again,

Demoncrats:  MERITOCRACY BE DAMNED!

 "Buy a seat for your baby, you cheap bastard!"

Where is the Inspector General responsible for maintenance review and, for that matter, this witch's collection of 'soldiers'?

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