Yet another poorly qualified REMF has reached the pinnacle of DEI in the military.  

Revisiting this feckless general...

As I have previously pointed out after his disgraceful performance at the solemn event commemorating the anniversary of the Muslim attack on the Pentagon...

 "General CQ Brown...

No shoulders and puny, but he can't help that.  

I do appreciate his words at this anniversary of the Muslim attack on the Pentagon.

The disgust with this DEI appointee was forever sealed, however, with his apparently reading his speech at this deeply spiritual event 

FOR THE FIRST TIME!

What an embarrassment.

DEI at work.

Well, look no further than his boss, AWOL Jowls..."

 https://www.stripes.com/branches/coast_guard/2025-01-21/coast-guard-commandant-fagan-fired-16555947.html

Source - Stars and Stripes

But look at all the pretty ribbons...

Remember your chain of command...

 Pituffik Space Base 

WASHINGTON (AP) — The commander of a U.S. Space Force base in Greenland has been fired after she sent a base-wide email breaking with official messaging following Vice President JD Vance’s visit to the Danish territory that President Donald Trump is seeking to annex.

In a statement late Thursday, the Space Force said Col. Susan Meyers was removed as commander of Pituffik Space Base in Greenland over a “loss of confidence in her ability to lead.”

“Commanders are expected to adhere to the highest standards of conduct, especially as it relates to remaining nonpartisan in the performance of their duties,” the statement said.

Military.com reported Thursday that Meyers sent the base-wide email defending the base’s relationship with Denmark and Greenland following Vance’s visit two weeks ago.

A U.S. official confirmed Friday to The Associated Press that Meyers sent the email and its contents showing support for Greenland and Denmark. The official spoke on condition of anonymity to provide additional details not made public.

Revisiting this remarkable man from earlier...

My boss as Division Dental Surgeon.

Major General Doctor's encounter with CPT Rich Canada, a fellow dental officer, was legendary:

MG Doctor jumped out of his jeep to give hell to Rich, wanting to know why his Second ID Warrior patch was on his right sleeve.

"Even dental officers know which shoulder it goes on!"

Captain Canada responded by showing this general officer who was berating him roadside at Camp Casey, in front of all stopped traffic and bystanders, that he also had the iconic Indian head on his left shoulder.

Unlike the 2ID patch on Rich's right shoulder, indicating previous service with the Second Infantry Division when it was designated a combat zone in the seventies, it was not faded.

CPT Canada was authorized to wear both patches.

MG Doctor immediately came to attention and rendered a salute to my good friend, Captain Rich Canada.

"Carry on, Captain."

Secdef Hegseth has so much on his plate, given what the Demoncrats and Biden have done to the military.  I hope Stolen Valor is on that full plate.

I have seen 'Stolen Valor' repeatedly when the military is being referenced in various newscasts.

Not the obvious display of this disgusting slap in the face of real soldiers, as in the case of these POS Demoncrats who lied about their 'service' in Vietnam:

Richard 'open your squinty eyes' Blumenthal, a Demoncrat senator (!)...

https://www.foxnews.com/politics/blumenthal-apologizes-for-inaccurate-claims-about-vietnam-service

And James 'drag a hundred dollar bill through a trailer park' Carville...

No, this subtle, yet in-your-face, insult to those who have actually served in a combat zone is...

 ... the wearing of the Second Infantry Division patch on the right shoulder.

Again, the last time the 2ID was designated a combat zone was in the seventies...

With so many issues facing our military, perhaps he is addressing them in a prioritized fashion, as he just removed the trannies.

From an infantry officer standpoint, I can assure you that trannies DO NOT enhance morale and esprit de corps of units where lethality is paramount.

Regarding the left shoulder being reserved for the soldier's current unit and the right for previous combat service, I was a 'slick-sleeve'.

Thanks to my boss, President Ronald Reagan, the Second ID was not in a designated combat zone, as the 80-year-old armistice was still in place.

And many tactical nuclear weapons had been deployed on the 38th parallel.

The Second Medical Battalion was designated 'combat-deployed', the only such designation of any medical battalion in the Army.

As such, certain security protocols must be followed.

One was the midnight curfew and the rush of the young soldiers to get back to Camp Casey from Tongduchon, as midnight was, indeed, the witching hour.

Bedchecks were instituted.

The bottleneck for the first and most important aspect of gaining entrance to Camp Casey was being herded through MP checkpoints.

Reminded me of stockyards and the cattle being guided...

The Military Police had man's best friend assisting them, out of sight of the incoming soldiers.  Don't try to sneak in pot; their olfactory mechanisms are 40 times more sensitive than humans.

I remember sitting down with LTC Clemmons, my battalion commander, defending a young eleven bravo infantryman, now an E-4 medical specialist, who had been busted at the gate.

LTC Clemmons planned to issue an Article 15, with a reduction in rank and a fine.

Nonjudicial punishment, avoiding a court-martial, was considered by a commander as punishment for a soldier that should be retained by the Army.

Acknowledging the young Spec 4's lapse of judgment, I pointed out that he and I were the only EFMB candidates that had survived the nearly three-week ordeal...

... from the Second Medical Battalion.

I recounted to my boss how the more than two hundred candidates that started this challenging testing dwindled each day.

If the candidate failed any portion of the numerous battlefield tasks required, they were immediately sent back to their unit.

Each morning, reveille found the four platoons of candidates becoming smaller and smaller.

After the first week, there were less than half the original number of candidates.

I indicated to LTC Clemmons that, from that point on, this soldier, an important part of our MTF (Medical Treatment Facility) staff, and I were determined to provide representation for the 2d Med Bn after that 12 mile forced road march.

That final stage of the EFMB testing would preclude any dismissals for failures in the tasks that lay ahead, however.

United States Army special skills badge 

I found myself silently reminding the Specialist not to forget the initial checking for an exit wound in a penetrating chest wound scenario...

Be careful with the TCCC preparation...

His former infantry training and his consequential exposure to graphic battlefield injuries enabled him, on his initial entry into a combat scenario, to methodically triage the casualties.

Those battlefield situations did not involve mannequins with a broad array of battlefield injuries.

The Army's 'battlefield' was impressive, as I was presented the most realistic training since 

She elevated CPR training to new heights.

What the candidates encountered, for example, would be a squad sized number of 'casualties' with a variety of 'wounds'.

All of these 'casualties' weren't lying on the ground, silently awaiting their triage.

Martha, some of these infantrymen, Manly Men all, were crying like a baby...

Some were moaning; some were screaming.

Some Oscar performances, indeed.

Taking the Wayback Machine to 1975 at Fort Reilly...

Prior to the fourth year of the UTC ROTC program, the hot Kansas sun awaited the cadets:

The LDAC (Leadership Development and Assessment Course) will decide if these cadets, under contract with the Army already, will be commissioned as an active duty or as a reserve second lieutenant.

An optional portion of this six-week evaluation of three years of ROTC training included testing their Pathfinder and RECONDO skills.

My first encounter with a man screaming for help and asking for his mother was on a RECONDO training mission.

Our LRRP team was tasked to assault an 'enemy outpost'.

Do not stop to render aid to your 'wounded' fellow soldier while you are sprinting to the objective...

The moulage preparations were quite realistic.  It appears some of the soldiers lying on the ground were concealing little hand pumps for the 'blood' escaping their bodies.

From oozing 'blood' to the full blown arterial rhythmic pulsations...

After the first of three Combat Testing Lanes, those triage and technical skills required were largely completed.

Continuing my defense of the young specialist, I shared with my battalion commander my relief that, at that point, 3 of us from the 2d Med Bn were still alive. 

Myself, the young Spec 4 and the dental officer I was replacing.

My first encounter with a Second Infantry Division soldier was when I met this remarkable dental officer and his wingman, Captain Canada, in Yongsan.  They embraced my assignment to the Second Medical Battalion, and ensured they would be there at the bus terminal awaiting my arrival.

I will never forget getting off the bus from Kimpo to Yongsan...

Recalling Major Steve Carozza's observation as he read the manufacturer of the bus in front of us...

'High 'n' Dry'

... there were two studly, unquestionably Manly Men, in civilian clothes awaiting my arrival.

Straight to a local gym in Yongsan was in order.  After a long flight, it was time to stretch.

As we grabbed a 'Kimchi Cab' from the gym in Yongsan to Camp Casey and our huts, my two new colleagues issued that warning about Camp Casey...

Beware the Turtle Traps...

Oh, and beware those Kimchi Cabs; never sit in the front seat...

CPT Canada's encounter with MG Doctor will always stick with me.

The Division Dental Surgeon I was replacing, both of us O-3 P (promotable captains), always wore a big smile and possessed a sense of humor that would enable him to do stand-up after retiring from the Army.

Every dental officer evaluates the previous work performed on the soldier; it is documented in his 603 A dental chart.

Dentists, as a rule, and dental officers, in particular, can be quite critical of the skills possessed by their fellow clinicians.

I will reiterate that the clinical skills of the vast majority of Army dental officers were beyond reproach.

That includes the stud I was replacing.  

There was some overlap in our duties as Division Dental Surgeons; his extension of his tour of duty in the ROK was granted.

Yes, Martha, he requested an extension of his tour. 

 It wasn't like he was in Seoul, Pusan, or anywhere else in Korea except Camp Casey.  No, this young captain was unsuccessful in his first attempt at the EFMB and wanted another crack at it.

Yet another confirmation of the captain's Manly Man status was his making a quite difficult decision...

Further prolonging the separation from his family...

Another ROTC-commissioned officer who was trained as an infantry officer, as myself, he had the determination and grit as reflected in the Infantry Creed:

Always I fight on…through the foe, to the objective, to triumph overall.

Again, at this point there were two captains and a spec 4 holding the fort for the 2d Med Bn.

The next two Combat Testing Lanes would rely on physical strength more than the first did; no worries, as we were all ready for such.

Evacuation of the sick and wounded...

Obstacle courses...

NBC considerations always.  Spidey Sense better be fully active...

COMSEC and medevac requests...

Proper commo with air assets vs ground assets...

Loading techniques and sequences...

I hoped the Specialist remembered the triage order when loading casualties on the Cracker Box...

1942 military ambulance model 

Another week and a half pass; there are less than fifty candidates in those O-dark-thirty formations. 

The troika from the 2d Med Bn still on track...

But then came day and night land navigation.

The next morning formation had around twenty soldiers, enough for a couple of squads...

Most of the failures occurred in the night land navigation component.

The ferocious storm that accompanied the three hour window for locating three of four waypoints continues to have a supernatural connection with this believer in God's grace.

I wasn't surprised my fellow ROTC-trained colleague possessed those navigational skills required to accomplish the mission.

We both were proud that our young Specialist was equally adept at compass navigation. 

 Surely, clear sailing until the next and final day's road march...

The penultimate testing day was, for the most part, straightforward in the refining of NBC protocols and the use of decon apparati.

Then disaster struck.

In keeping with the strict protocols of the EFMB testing...

  'The pass rate for FY 2017 was 7%, making the EFMB one of the most difficult and prestigious Army special skill badges to earn.[5]'

My friend and colleague failed his CPR testing.

I know, Martha.  How can that be, given the dozens of times he has been certified?

His failure resulted from not activating the Army's equivalent to the 911 system.

That cost him a second beatdown by the Expert Field Medical Badge testing.

The disappointment in his eyes still sear my memory.

That was the last time I saw this stud.  I suggested he leave his weapons, the M-16 and .45, with me.  I would ensure they were cleaned and returned to the armory.

Two things I especially recall about this talented dental officer was that look on his face...

... and a new acronym he taught me:

'Bravo Two Tango' 

(Bodacious Ta Ta's)

Without further digression...

The LTC 'rewarded' the earning of the EFMB by the eleven bravo Spec 4 with his withdrawal of the Article 15.

Instead, he spent a few days in the motor pool.

My battalion commander was no REMF and was not dissimilar from our boss who pinned my EFMB badge on me:

Revisiting the Second Infantry Division's incredible commander:

It was my highest honor to serve in DISCOM (Division Support Command) and will never forget my one experience in the General's Mess.

  A huge double-door entrance opened into a good size mess area; just behind was an "In Honor of Past Second Infantry Division Soldiers" hallway displaying dozens of previous Warriors' photographs, flanking a wide red carpet.

As I approached the gallery, I noticed that, with the exception of one, all these well-framed photographs were in color.

That glaringly black and white photo of a former Second Infantry soldier was his mug shot. That man was David Berkowtiz, The Son of Sam.

My first thought was why his mug shot was among elite Warriors displayed in the General's Mess.  

My only conclusion was because of his Honorable Discharge.'

Commander of Eighth Army

United States general (1931–2016) 

I had two encounters with this Manly Man as a consequence of my attachment to the Tenth Medical Detachment in Yongsan.

Overtaking a couple of random runners I encountered on the darkened streets of Yongsan Garrison one evening about 2100 hours or so provided the first.

A few street lights gave ample illumination and highlighted a couple of other soldiers out for a run, their New Balance shoes highlighted by the ambient light.

As I pulled up along side of these two fellows, one about my age and the other somewhat older, I slowed down to chat a bit.  We were having casual conversation, purposely avoiding the subject of the Korean peninsula with its DEFCON 2 designation (!), and were discussing golf as we were passing the 9-hole course in Yongsan.

When the younger of the two runners asked the senior runner about his 'hole-in-one' at the 9-hole course recently, I suddenly realized I was jogging with the commander of 8th Army.

General Livsey.

Yes, Martha - four stars...

His ace on the course was well known; someone installed a sort of memorial there, I understand.

General Livsey was noted for his avidity for golf, even playing at night and in the snow.

My incredible Uncle Bobby Taylor sent me a set of those special golf balls with tiny little lights inside.  He recognized my love for the game; this was a subtle hint to expand my horizons.

With a most beautiful wife, my Aunt Faye, hot cars and incredible family, Uncle Bobby is on that top ten list...

At any rate, I peeled off and headed to my BOQ, reflecting on my good fortune and garnered more hope in the eradication of 

REMF's, one of whom was stationed with me in Yongsan.

The second and more personal encounter with the CINC of 8th Army and US Forces, Korea, was when my week of dental emergency coverage found me in my BOQ, watching Armed Forces Korea Network (AFKN).

The CQ phoned, informing me that General Livsey had broken a tooth.

I assumed he was joking; I was about to inform him to schedule the soldier for treatment during duty hours by the DOD.

Noting some reluctance in his voice, I asked if he was having pain.  "No, sir.  But this is General Livsey...".

I assured the CQ I would meet the general and his aide at the clinic.  

The good general presented with a fractured distoocclusal amalgam on tooth #29, the lower right second premolar.

I removed the fractured amalgam, redefined the prep and restored #29 with another amalgam.

The best thing about treatment delivered to a dental patient is the bond that inevitably is formed.

A conversation about anything is almost always beneficial for both patient and doctor.  

Especially when that patient is a four-star general, commissioned as an infantry officer, and possessing such a distinguished career.

Of course, I bragged on another Manly Man on my list of admired men, the Sergeant Major.

Drill Sergeant

Eleven Bravo

2 tours in Vietnam

The Silver Star

Command Sergeant Major who was a huge part of the WAC's integration into the male ranks...

... and the closure of Fort Sherman in Panama.

At that point of my typically one-way conversation with a patient, General Livsey rolled his eyeballs up with a bit of eye opening...

He was visibly impressed with the lengthy resume of my father.

Especially as Commandant of the NCO Academy at the Jungle Operations Training Center.

Thanks, Sergeant Major.

As an anecdote to this dental visit with General Livsey, he asked me why his tongue wasn't numb and his jaw didn't feel as 'fat' as he had expected.

I explained this particular tooth did not require an inferior alveolar block, or mandibular block, as a mental nerve block was sufficient, sparing the tongue and molar regions.

He was pleased.

He rendered a salute to me, the young captain.

The Banty Rooster was stirring...

The genesis of Colonel Maddox's respect for UT graduates... 

... and whom I am proud to call an alumnus of mine.

Colonel Maddox served with LTC Lefler in a MEDCOM in Germany prior to Colonel Maddox's last assignment in the Army, the DENTAC at Fort Rucker.

In fact, he was LTC Lefler's immediate rater in Europe.  Colonel Maddox recons each of the soldiers in his command and learned of LTC Lefler's UT training, among many other things.

He graduated from the University of Tennessee School of Dentistry in 1956 and was commissioned in the Army in 1956.

 During his military career of over 34 years, General Lefler distinguished himself as a clinician, teacher, administrator, and leader.

 He held a wide variety of important command and staff positions culminating in 1986, when he was selected as the Assistant surgeon General for Dental Services and the 20th Chief of the Army Dental Corps and promoted to Major General.

 I was well familiar with this annual exercise that evaluated the Army's response in the event of a Soviet invasion of Germany.

Elite troops from the 82nd Airborne Division and First Infantry Division were airlifted by the thousands in order to establish the FEBA (Forward Edge of the Battle Area) at Fulda Gap.

What I had never considered was being a part of such an infantry-oriented and highly sophisticated operation involving more than 19,000 units.

I was a dental officer.  As such, I would be expected to perform as first surgical assistant to the surgeon in a MASCAL situation, not a combat support hospital scenario as in REFORGER exercises.

One day in the summer of 1982, Colonel Maddox summoned me to his office.  After being stationed at the DENTAC for about a year, my Spidey Sense was always idling when asked to meet with Colonel Maddox.

This was, in fact, Colonel Maddox revealing to me another opportunity to enhance my value to the dental corps.

He asked if I would be interested in participating in the upcoming REFORGER 82 exercise.

With an enthusiastic "Yes, sir!"...

Colonel Maddox indicated there were more than 150 dental officers who wanted that one slot.

He would personally speak with BG Lefler, the #2 in the dental corps, on my behalf.

Colonel Maddox was BG Lefler's immediate rater (when he was LTC Lefler and a former member of Colonel Maddox's command in Europe) and was still a personal friend; his recommendation would seal the deal for anyone Colonel Maddox recommended.

Six weeks in Germany during Oktoberfest and my first assignment to a CSH (Combat Support Hospital).

In Bavaria.

And, on the way, a pit stop at the nation's northernmost FOB...

Thanks, again, God.

 Sure miss that smile...

There's my baby boy...

 The apex of Momma Bears...

 Could this remarkable lady sew...

A bolt or two of material, some dress patterns, and my Mother engineered some truly pretty attire for her 2 little girls.

The success of the Mary Lester Fabrics store in Columbia, TN, where her combat warrior husband was an instructor at the prestigious Columbia Military Academy, resulted in a brand new store being constructed in the brand new Northgate Mall in 1972.

Sewing skills were rapidly waning in the country; it was much easier to buy something off the rack.

After a few years of operation, the second largest fabric chain in the nation ceased operations.

It wasn't long after when the largest chain, Hancock Fabrics, disappeared.

The closing of Mary Lester Fabrics opened the door for an opportunity to challenge a desire the Matriarch had held for years...

... earn her BS in Nursing at UTC.

I am extremely proud this remarkable Registered Nurse is another outstanding alumna of mine.

Her two beautiful daughters followed suit; the Daw family has four UTC  graduates.

UTC provided, arguably, one of the most challenging BSN programs in the country.

Their ROTC program produced one of the highest percentage of Airborne Ranger graduates in the nation.

The Patriarch of the family was separated from all of us for the duration of our undergraduate studies at UTC.

One of many sacrifices the Sergeant Major has made for his family.

My Mother's ascension to Heaven precluded her cradling number 8...

... my son, Dylan Keith Daw, born only weeks later.

I will never forget Lisa's excitement when we visited our Little Nana and Papa...

My bride couldn't wait to share Dylan's sonogram, strengthening a bond that only Mothers share through the birth of their children.

My Mother, as Lisa would say, busted out with the biggest smile as she looked intently at that ultrasound image.

Kris and Kara's little brother...

The thought of Little Nana not being at his birth did not cross our mind.

Her DNA is in this baby and will live forever...

The Big Easy...

Easy to get corrupt New Orleans cops to help with their escape.

Like the Jeffrey Epstein 'monitoring' in his 'high security' confinement , the person responsible for watching 900 cameras (!) 'had to grab a bite...' and left the cameras unattended.

For some reason, these scumbags were transferred from a high security facility to a minimum security jail.

What a coincidence.

More than eight hours elapsed before anyone noticed that one of the largest jailbreaks in United States history had occurred.

I am so fortunate my necessity to be in this sh*t city, as the UTC ROTC Color Guard commander, was in the seventies.

The French Quarter was safe and the Hurricanes were delicious.

This eighteen-year-old, in my first of three Mardi Gras experiences, found great people, friendly and having a great time.

My drill team buddies suggested a nice corner bar where beautiful ladies served ice cold beer on draft.

Funny, they failed to advise me that these ladies forgot to put their tops on...

Martha, I tried covering my eyes, but the appearance of doing so kind of undid the Manly Man countenance I was trying to project.

The shame...

New Orleans has some really inspirational leadership, however.

Note these awesome law enforcement officers and all their stars...

And never forget the off-duty female black police 'officer' who was providing protection for a small family-owned Chinese eatery.

The necessity for said protection was due to the scum who freely roam the city, looking for easy targets.

Remember their slut mayor who was banging her well paid 'security' guy while he was on the clock?

That's a good one, Martha. 

While he was on the clock, she was on his...

As a consequence of the 'leadership' in this cesspool, the safety of small business owners has become secondary to her sexual desires.

All paid for with taxpayer dollars.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-11650539/New-Orleans-Mayor-LaToya-Cantrell-accused-having-affair-head-security-detail.html

Trusting the filthy evil POS, who had even befriended their daughter, was rewarded with evil.

This Prince of Persia acolyte enabled her friends - no, Biden, they were not White Supremacists - to enter the facility after closing in order to execute the entire family while robbing them of a few hundred dollars in cash.

What the evil bitch did not realize was that the family's ten-year-old daughter was cowering under a stove and saw the whole horrifying spectacle unfold.

Witnessed her entire family slaughtered by someone they thought was an honorable police 'officer'.

No, Biden, 'Whitey' is not the problem in New Orleans.

Truly awe inspiring!

Note how Big Bad Momma is packing her heat.

Prominently displayed and helping hide her fat belly...

D.E.I. should not extend to eyewear.

Who does she think she is - Kennedy?

This bastard has had an outstanding warrant for his arrest since July 2024.  

If NOLA PD and law enforcement were doing their job, this little girl, declared brain dead, would still be alive.

God is rewarding this child with His grace for her heroic efforts, trying to shield her siblings when a volley of bullets killed her.

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/crime/9-year-old-girl-shot-in-algiers-declared-brain-dead-court-records-say/vi-AA1EPOgj

 NOLA, you must be breathing easier now.

Note that Methuselah has a 3 star to her right.

Martha, these are not stars earned as in the military.

They are D.E.I. participation awards...

Especially with Dr. Van Sickle and his beautiful wife, Deb.

 Memphis, TN - Midsouth Coliseum 26.02.81 

The Tom Petty concert was equally a treat for the four of us...

 December 2, 1979 Orpheum Theatre, Memphis, TN 

   The Second Infantry Division was the lifeblood of TDC; the Dollar was kicking  butt on the Won.

Every bar played this anthem at least twice every hour.

And each time, the chorus of 

"Makju, chuseyo!" would ring out.

The beer was flowing...

Hey, this captain was fooled with the specious belief that this was a patriotic song.

It was not.

According to this little man, my father was sent to Vietnam

"... to kill the yellow man."

It took me decades to realize this, as I paid little attention to the lyrics beyond its titular chorus...

As stated earlier, I don't believe my stud friend Rich Van Sickle was aware either.

He is knifing them in the back.

His liberal polices that he regurgitated to his dumbass Englanders are an abandonment of those who buy tickets to see this SOB.

This billionaire POS trashes the Working Man's savior, President Donald Trump...

... while he was overseas.

To a bunch of inbred 'buck-toothed' Brits...

The United Kingdom has descended into that European bastion of  liberalism.

I was concerned  that the transfer of power  from Queen Elizabeth II to her POS son would destroy the bond we have had with the UK since before I was born.

Those concerns have been confirmed.

Maybe

can save them.

Queen Elizabeth was, indeed, a remarkable monarch, assuming the role as a 25 year old.

My boss, President Reagan, and The Iron Lady were quite the duo...

King Charles is a climate-change fool as well as an adulterer.

Given the reported amorous adventures of his cheated-on beautiful wife, Lady Diana, with her ginger Royal Guard Captain...

That bright red hair of Prince Harry (before the balding occurred...) may be phenotypical of someone that was not Charles.

Bruce Springsteen is a traitor.

He should be barred from entry to the country.

UPDATE:  The following night, Little Bruce gave the finger to President Trump, doubling down on the traitorous actions of the night before.

One Fox News contributor pointed out, "Try that at a University of Alabama football game...".

Don't they make cute babies?

And such handsome lads...

Inevitably...

Replete with failing vision.