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Daddy's home...

God spared his life...

Forget 'president-elect'; Donald J. Trump is the de facto President of the United States.

"...there will be hell to pay."

 Iran was previously on a leash with President Trump.


 Thanks to Demoncrat traitors and their supporters, it now has a sprawling hegemony in the Middle East.


Supreme Leader Ali Khamenei has these Godless Islamists on the precipice of nuclear capability.


Incalculable chaos and death would be unleashed if Iran is allowed to possess such leverage.


January 20th cannot arrive soon enough.


With a man of God and strong ally of Israel in the White House, Towel Head Khamenei will soon lose that nuclear threat.


Israel has taken their air defenses out.


Russia has abandoned them.


Hamas and Hezbollah are no longer effective fighting forces.


 Again - 


Daddy's home...


Get ready, Asshole...

There is an earthquake on the horizon for this evil leader of the Prince of Persia vermin.

Netanyahu will have a message for you...

And remember, Donald Trump has a picture of your home...


He does, indeed, know where you are at all times.

President Trump will be watching...

Remember that...

Satellites and sweet GPS guidance...


 

Precision-guided munition

Two creatures eradicated today...

Take a load off, Fani...

  Fani Willis is disqualified from prosecuting Trump election case in Georgia.


What will be her legacy?


The embarrassment to Georgia?


Of course.


Which is the worse embarrassment, her 'judicial' activity...


or


She was in such a hurry to invade the courtroom... 


From an adjacent office, she had been watching the ongoing proceedings and becoming enraged.


"Lies!" she bellowed.


I happened to be watching Fox News when her unexpected tirade occurred.  A reporter casually mentioned her dress was on backwards.


Thinking this reporter was being snarky, I glanced over and did, indeed, note this idiot had her dress on backwards...


Poor grammar, inarticulate and quite a repulsive individual.


In her feral rage and desire to inappropriately interfere with court proceedings, she...


PUT HER DRESS ON BACKWARDS!


Yes, Martha - backwards.


Lawfare by the Demoncrats...



 I yearn for Dick the Butcher...

Sarah knows the zipper is in back...

 

Sarah Huckabee Sanders

Also officially eradicated from the U.S. this date, 20 December 2024...

 

The Murder Hornet


 

Asian giant hornet


The term "murder hornet" refers to the Asian giant hornet (Vespa mandarinia), which is the largest hornet in the world and is known for its potent sting. This species is native to Asia but was found in North America starting in late 2019, raising concerns about its potential as an invasive species. 

And the honeybee says...



Whew!

Is there a resemblance?

How fast can the Demoncrats spend the taxpayer's money?

Whistling past the graveyard...

https://www.usdebtclock.org/

With 95% or more Demoncratic acquiescence...


Obama was the catalyst.



Let's be clear:


Every member of congress with a 'D' after their name is unequivocally 


A traitor.


Accessory to infanticide.


A 'threat from within', as President Lincoln warned.  


Reasonable democrats were shocked and dismayed at the evil, anti-Christian and anti-Jewish sentiment marinating for decades in the Democrat party.


Turning science upside down with the insistence of more than two sexes is only one of the many psychotic tenets of this cult.


RFK, Jr. and Tulsi Gabbard left the cult.


The remaining Demoncrats are amoral and immoral.


Now only evil remains.


Doctor Jeff Van Drew - President Trump saved him from the Demoncrats...

Dr. Van Drew and I both have had a more than thirty year private practice in dentistry.


Love that lapel pin...


Mandibular first molar - the molar that competes with the incisors as a child's first permanent tooth...

The lemming character of all Demoncrats...

Biden, one fall away from the final vengeance of God, may have dealt a death blow to the United States economy and any hope of recovering from the National Debt.

These Prince of Persia acolytes have mortgaged the future of our children and grandchildren.

Getting the GOP to agree on such a scale as to counter the en masse lock-step of the Demoncrats is like herding cats.


The scarcity of 'righteous' among the Demoncrats brings to mind the bargaining Abraham was doing with God...


 Genesis 18 NIV - The Three Visitors 


DOGE will shine a light on these fools...

Watch them scatter...

President Trump is making the Sergeant Major smile...

1977 - Carter does immeasurable damage to the United States...

I have previously alluded to my justifiable horror at a Democrat elected to office in 1976, as I was on the verge of being commissioned as a Second Lieutenant in the Army.


Democrats hated the military; as an Army brat, it became readily apparent who the Good Guys were.


Anyone who did not support or, worse, said anything bad about our military and, by extension, my father, was the Enemy.


Filthy hippies spitting on young soldiers returning from the horrors of the Vietnam war, ordered to go there by the Democrat LBJ.


You remember, President Lyndon Johnson who reluctantly signed the Republican-backed Civil Rights Act.


The eternal optimist, LBJ uttered those famous words:


"Hell, we'll have them niggers votin' Democrat for two hundred years!"


Initially, I held a glimmer of hope that President Carter, as a consequence of his being a Naval Academy graduate, would   temper a bit the cowardly tendencies and lack of patriotism so characteristic of the Dems.


That was short-lived.


Wikipedia - 


Jimmy Carter negotiated the Torrijos-Carter Treaties in 1977, which allowed Panama to gain control of the Panama Canal by the year 1999, ending U.S. control that had been in place since 1903. This decision was part of Carter's efforts to address growing resentment in Latin America regarding U.S. dominance. 


...growing resentment in Latin America regarding U.S. dominance.


   Was Fort Sherman in Panama hurting someone's feelings?


Headquarters for Southern Command.


Home of the United States Army Jungle Operations Training Center, Fort Sherman.


Special Operations training was extremely important in the interdiction of asymmetrical warfare groups, narcotics and rogue dictators.


Cowardly dumbass Democrat...


Goodbye...

Teddy Roosevelt and his Rough Riders...

 

Spanish-American War



Teddy Roosevelt and his Rough Riders didn't take kindly to the sinking of the USS Maine...


 Cuba became the epicenter for this war, resulting in the U.S. acquisitions of Puerto Rico, Guam, the Philippines and its domination of Cuba. 


Emanations from Europe gave President Roosevelt the idea that our Pacific naval assets would need to be rapidly deployed to the Atlantic if Wilhelm II got frisky.


After the French abandoned their initial attempt at the Panama Canal construction with more than 20,000 deaths due to malaria and yellow fever, President Roosevelt continued this massive undertaking with strict health protocols in place.


Success in this endeavor would ensure a Caribbean fleet that could go back and forth between the two oceans readily.


Nice to avoid navigating the southern tip of South America...


 Strait of Magellan 


Let's not forget immunity issues with intercontinental introduction of pathogens...


The resentment to

  

Haole


 exists today in Hawaii because of Captain Cook's introduction of 'colonial epidemic disease' in the 18th century.


Can't blame them.


  The ramifications of Captain Cook's three visits (again, the third was NOT a charm...) - a legacy of gonorrhea, syphilis, influenza, cholera, tuberculosis, the mumps, measles, smallpox, and leprosy...


The Indians and Europeans swapped bacterial and viral pathogens that resulted in astonishing numbers of infections.


Again, 


"One night with Venus, a lifetime with Mercury."


A similar phenomenon occurred with the construction of the Panama Canal, hence the 20,000 deaths during the French effort.


President Roosevelt appointed William Crawford Gorgas as chief sanitary officer.  By 1906, he had eradicated yellow fever and contained malaria during the ten year construction project.


The focus was on control of the vector, the mosquito.  Kerosene was spread on the surface of standing water in order to prevent the egg laying of the mosquito.


That historic battle with these parasites was continued by yours truly with Japanese Encephalitis while I was deployed with the Second Medical Battalion in Korea.




Carter, in his desire to please Panamanian dictator Omar Torrijos...

Please, is there anything, anything at all, I can do to make up for our bad behavior in Central and South America?


The Panama Canal, you say?  


Consider it done!



 

Monroe Doctrine


be damned!



Now China controls it...

Now, decades later, and after the United States built it, our commercial traffic is charged exorbitant fees for transit through the Canal.


Even the United States Navy cannot just pass through freely. 


Remember, China owns both Atlantic and Pacific entries.


President Trump rightfully feels we are getting screwed.


So, he wants it back.

"I want it back!"



 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3aEt4A6aiU


The Sergeant Major isn't the only one happy since President Trump's proclamation at the 2024 Turning Point USA Americafest.

And don't the French still owe us about 8 million or so?

 

Two more great ideas from President Trump...

FOB in the Northern Hemisphere

 

Greenland


 Thule Air Base  


(Now Pituffik Space Base)


September, 1982, provided a respite from the somewhat uncomfortable flight on a

 

Lockheed C-141 Starlifter


that was transporting the Second Combat Support Hospital from Fort Benning, Ga, to Germany.


Stretching my legs outside the aircraft made me quickly stride to the heated base command center.


There was a snowy blanket over everything.


Virtually every structure on this FOB for the US military was underground.


Yes, Martha, it was very cold.



I recalled one of the best tricks  ever played on the Vikings:


Erik the Red kept getting banished, first from Norway, then from Iceland.


When Iceland kicked him out, he sailed west and discovered what he called 'Greenland'.


Great opening move in his gambit to fool other colonists in Iceland to join him in this new and incredibly desirous climate.


Hence, the name 'Greenland'.


Now there's an oxymoron...


I would wager there were some pissed colonists.


Well played, Eric. 


Perhaps your exploits influenced Donald Trump's choice of tie color...



Cold and Beautiful...

And an enormous supply of rare earth elements...


No, Martha, not Rare Earth...


That was a great concert...


Also the first concert I attended upon my arrival to Chattanooga in 1972...



Certain rare earth elements have a unique property of  phosphorescence when exposed to energy sources, such as x rays.


This allowed dentistry, historically at the forefront of radiation hygiene, to reduce ionizing radiation exposure to patients by 90% (!).


More importantly, they are necessary components of more than 200 products across a wide range of applications. 


 

China  


AND


 

Russia



WILL TAKE THEM ...



 

May have to replace our globes and maps...

May have to replace our globes and maps...

Nice ring to it...

The Sergeant Major, indeed, has company ...

The Sergeant Major...


Commandant of Fort Sherman's NCO Academy


and Teddy Roosevelt's namesake...

Hey - don't forget another one of my ideas...

Formulated during the


   

Battle of San Juan Hill




Carter did to President Reagan what Biden is doing to President Trump...


Carter's  magnanimous 'gift' to a dictator was another reflection of how Demoncrats treat someone else's property.


The Panama Canal was not his to give away. 


 The specious excuse, given by the second-worse president in our history, was argued by President Reagan as insufficient to allow this treaty to continue.


https://www.nationalreview.com/magazine/2018/01/22/panama-canal-us-control-debate/


Representing the United States Navy...


 "That's all I can stands, I can stands no more." 

My father's boss in Panama, a Medal of Honor recipient...

Command Sergeant Major Bennie G. Adkins



https://www.army.mil/medalofhonor/adkins



Jungle Special Operations

CSM Adkins joined Class #3 of the Army Sergeants Major Academy in El Paso, Texas.


The U.S. Army official publication:


 Adkins' previous awards and decorations include the Distinguished Service Cross, Silver Star, Bronze Star Medal with one Bronze Oak Leaf Cluster and "V" Device, the Purple Heart with two Bronze Oak Leaf Clusters, the Army Commendation Medal, the Army Good Conduct Medal with Bronze Clasp and Five Loops, the National Defense Service Medal, the Armed Forces Expeditionary Medal, the Vietnam Service Medal with one Silver Service Star and one Bronze Service Star, the Presidential Unit Citation, the Meritorious Unit Citation, the Republic of Vietnam Campaign Medal with "60" Device, the Republic of Vietnam Bravery Medal with Brass Star, the Republic of Vietnam Gallantry Cross with Bronze Star, the Republic of Vietnam Gallantry Cross Unit Citation with Palm Device, the Combat Infantryman Badge, the Special Forces Tab, the U.S. Army Master Parachutist Badge, the Vietnamese Parachutist Badge - Two Awards, the Expert Badge with Rifle and Pistol Bars, the Sharpshooter Badge with Carbine Bar, and the Marksman Badge with Machinegun Bar. 



A Manly Man, indeed...


 CSM Adkins' impending retirement presented a dilemma for DoD and the Pentagon:


With their new CINC back stabbing the American people, the military was potentially facing the most consequential threat to national security since World War II.


If transit through the Panama Canal was impeded, The United States Navy may not be able to guarantee global passage through maritime sea lanes.


Remember, Carter was a Naval Academy graduate.  More than anyone else, this Democrat traitor knew the value of the Panama Canal in the conduct of global naval operations.


Nevertheless, his fawning over a Panamanian dictator enabled him to overlook, or simply disregard, SOCOM.


And Fort Sherman.

 

Jungle Operations Training Center


United States Special Operations Command


WIKI:


 The United States Special Operations Command is the unified combatant command charged with overseeing the various special operations component commands of the Army, Marine Corps, Navy, and Air Force of the United States Armed Forces.


 The command is part of the Department of Defense and is the only unified combatant command created by an Act of Congress. 


The Army's dilemma:

CSM Adkins is about to retire.


Which senior NONCOM is available to replace this stud?


First of all, he must be a Command Sergeant Major.


This requirement severely limited the number of available candidates.


Further, CSM Adkins was a living legend.



Who would CSM Adkins recommend for his own replacement?



"Look no further than the Commandant of our NCO Academy", CSM Adkins advised.


  He continued with his quite confident recommendation of my father.


   Without question, from an infantry perspective, CSM Daw owned an impressive record.


He was selected as an 'advisor' in order to train South Vietnamese soldiers in combat, as well as inserting himself into battle.


His conspicuous bravery while providing egress for his fellow soldiers during Tet resulted in the awarding of the Silver Star.


His selection for jungle warfare training with the 25th Infantry Division was further testimony to CSM Daw's skill set.


His subsequent Drill Instructor achievements and Vietnam service earned his being selected for assignment to the prestigious Columbia Military Academy.


"Most importantly, given the situation in which the President has placed us, look who DoD selected to lead the transition efforts of the WAC.", he continued.


With the impending closure of Fort Sherman, a steady hand was needed.


So my father, CSM Ted Daw, was not able to attend his son's commissioning and graduation from UTC.


SGM Daw's unprecedented efforts in the integration of the Women's Army Corps into the male ranks were recognized at the highest levels at the Pentagon.     


 I am proud of what he did at Fort McClellan.  The SGM owed his success to his Battalion Commander, LTC Clark.


 She was not an impediment.  She was a force multiplier.



In terms of the United States military, the dissolution of the WAC (in my view, a mistake...) was absolutely historic.


Those efforts propelled him to the NCO Academy at Fort Sherman and the top NCO in the Southern Hemisphere.



CSM Ted Daw sure had to fill some big shoes.


He did, in fact, make CSM Adkins proud.


 

Bennie G. Adkins

United States Army Medal of Honor recipient (1934-2020) 


I suspect CSM Adkins is leading Special Ops Angels in God's desire to cleanse the evil Demoncrats and all Prince of Persia acolytes.


Yes, Martha, Special Forces pioneered those remote detonations of C-4.


  Ask Hezbollah about the cell phones and pagers...


Why Jungle Warfare School was called a ‘Green Hell’...

Just two years after the opening of the Panama Canal...

Battles with the Japanese in the jungles exposed the need for intense jungle warfare training...


 https://www.wearethemighty.com/military-life/jungle-warfare-school-was-called-a-green-hell/

This fellow inspired a nickname...


 "The 158th Infantry Regiment even adopted the nickname “Bushmasters” after the vicious pit viper they encountered while training there."

"This training is so much fun for our soldiers - let's train a battalion at a time!"

 " In 1976, the Army realized it would be more efficient to train whole battalions at one time rather than training individuals piecemeal and sending them back to their home station. Those battalions would go through some of the toughest, most grueling training the Army had to offer.


 The jungle itself provides challenges of its own... "

Sergeant Jim Smit, a Manly Man Vietnam vet...

 "If the plants weren’t bad enough, there was local wildlife to contend with. 


Poisonous snakes and bugs surely top the list of unwanted encounters. Enormous spiders would spin giant webs across narrow jungle paths. Snakes waited in the underbrush and in trees.


 Jim Smit, a National Guard platoon sergeant and Vietnam veteran captured and killed a fifteen-foot boa constrictor during his time at Jungle Warfare School."

SGM Daw and Fort Sherman...

The Sergeant Major battled a foe he had already encountered during his first tour in Vietnam.


No, Martha, not the Chinese...


That may, however, become a reality in the future...


This enemy was a blood sucking female - no, Martha, not Hillary -  which infected SSG Daw with malaria.


Deep in the jungles of Vietnam with quinine and God providing comfort.


Night sweats persisted for  years.

Anopheles...

As Division Dental Surgeon with Bravo Company, Second Medical Battalion, I was tasked to recon mosquito activity in the field hospital AO.


In contrast to the malaria that nearly killed my father, Japanese Encephalitis was a concern for unvaccinated ROK soldiers and KATUSA personnel.


Anopheles was not a concern; Culex was my target.


Standing water near the AO was identified; Culex and its unique angle with the surface of the water called for insect control from Division Support Command. 

Parasitology at UTC came to mind...

The Hunt for Culex...

The same binoculars I used for forward observer duties served me well in The Hunt for Culex.

Culex under the dissecting scope...

I love long legs on a lady, but not in this case...

My instructor was viewed by a number of my classmates as 'the mad professor'....

And, in contrast to this guy, our prof a was a big man.  An imposing figure, indeed, he made that first day in Parasitology truly unforgettable.  


The microscopy available for use excited this young cadet; it was quite the departure from my microscopes as a youth.


The dissecting scope and I spent hours together, rivalling time spent with my wife. Highly detailed drawings of parasites, including unicellular organisms, provided a much deeper insight into some quite amazing creatures. 


 On many, many occasions, I thanked God I didn't live in some of those tropical zones where some really dangerous critters lie in wait.  The Trematodes, Cestodes and Nematodes were of particular interest.  As I had Biochemistry under my belt, these little worms had some quite intricate and amazing biomolecular mechanisms that provided what they did not possess naturally.


Yes, Martha, that makes them parasites. 


  Not to be confused with Demoncrat parasites.



Trematodes and Nematodes...

Trematodes require two hosts, one usually a snail.


Just one of many reasons to eschew escargot.

Those French...

We have our own dumbasses - Demoncrat vermin who just want us to eat bugs...


That ain't where I get my protein.

The Cestodes kick ass!

 And many times exit there, also.


Don't know which is better:


Regurgitation or ...


 https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/world-news/gigantic-59ft-tapeworm-emerges-mans-23788329


https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/world/2017/01/27/guys-mouth-doc-pulls-longest-tapeworm-hes-ever-seen/97132108/


Decades of dentistry never presented that issue.


Then, there's the Poop Noodle...


https://www.grunge.com/175877/what-is-the-longest-tapeworm-ever-recorded/



That first day of Parasitology and new technology...

The Phase Contrast Microscope...

And I was just getting used to the resolution accorded by oil immersion...

  Look at that contrast!


Spectacular

 

Bacillus anthracis

 

Bioterrorism and Anthrax: The Threat


https://www.cdc.gov/anthrax/bioterrorism/index.html


  Note the 'Halos' where all the incredible biomolecular activity occurs.


The nucleus provides transcription of 

DNA, allowing for control of gene expression with the exiting of mRNA into the cytoplasm. 



No, Martha, this not a Hunter Biden 'painting'...

These guys are motile, also.


Yes, Martha, these microscopic pathogens can move in an aqueous suspension.


God's building blocks put my Lincoln Logs and Legos to shame...

What did Special Jungle Ops instructors do for fun?

The Sergeant Major loves fishing...

 

Peacock bass


Delicious and quite the fighter...

Fortunate angler...

My father's best friend preferred scuba diving...

The Sergeant Major recounted a chilling encounter this diver had with the


‘Green Hell’...


My father taught me as a young boy to respect certain aspects of nature, including the star villain of The Garden of Eden...


Trying to improve my casting skills while fishing with Sergeant Pro, and quite proud of my nice Zebco push button reel, my father always issued a caution while I retrieved an errant lure that, somehow, found itself in a tree branch...


"Watch for snakes ..."


After his encounter with the Panamanian jungle, his reminder to me when I inevitably found myself in a tree, this time with a spinning reel:



"Watch for 'No Shoulders' ..."



And with more urgency, as he had even greater respect for these reptiles after his experience in Panama, home to some of the most venomous species in the world.


My father's good friend was enjoying a beautiful dive on a bright and sunny day.  Vast schools of fish were visible at substantial depths, thanks to the bright sunlight above.


Suddenly, a dark cloud spread over the surface of the water, turning the water around him to ink.


The darkness was stark.


As this Jungle Warfare Special Operator had plenty of incredible memories, this one would be near the top...


Why is it getting dark...

The rapidly increasing loss of visibility, resulting in Spidey Sense fully engaged, 

spurred this warrior to quickly kick to the surface.


The reason for the darkness quickly became apparent.

 

Sea snakes.


Yes, Martha, snakes and enough of them to block sunlight...

The seemingly endless stream of highly venomous reptiles...

As the minutes ticked by and his oxygen depletion becoming an increasing concern, he waited for their passing.


And waited.



And waited.


God smiled and that beautiful sunlight once again made its appearance...


Yikes!!!

President Roosevelt took the 20th century by storm...

Theodore Roosevelt Jr.

 



 

OATH OF COMMISSIONED OFFICERS



 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; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter.


 So help me God.


 (Title 5 U.S. Code 3331, an individual, except the President, elected or appointed to an office of honor or profit in the civil service or uniformed services) 



As I was only seventeen when I took the oath, my father and beautiful mother were in attendance.







Who would disagree?


Martha, you're right - the Demoncrats.



The above photograph reflects one of the most tragic occurrences in American political history:


Baby  Alice Lee Roosevelt's  


Mother, Alice Hathaway Lee, and grandmother, Martha, are not in the picture.


Two days after Alice's birth, on Valentine's Day, her mother and grandmother died.  


A grieving father -  "The light has gone out of my life." 


Only Teddy Roosevelt's faith in God gave him the strength to move forward from his role as a New York assemblyman to become the President of the United States.


And overcoming childhood asthma.

Enduring message to the Demoncrats...

Battle of San Juan Hill, July 2, 1898

 

 Rough Riders 






From an infantry officer standpoint, I appreciate...

As the United States confirmed in Southeast Asia, jungle warfare is so much different than traditional warfare experienced in WW I and II.


The Enemy can conceal himself readily with the abundant camouflage on the 'battlefield'.


"You can't hit what you can't see..."


 The Fifth Corps' newly formed Gatling Gun Detachment participated in the U.S. Army's first use of machine gun fire for mobile fire support in offensive combat.  


Thanks to Colonel Roosevelt for keeping the 'O' in 'MOSS-MOUSE'.


Today's version of the Gatling Gun...


Sweet Vulcan...



July, 1975


Fort Reilly, KS


Those few seconds on this cannon, sending a few hundred rounds a mile downrange, still illicit my epinephrine response...

Christmas and Hanukka together lead to a Christmas Miracle

Biden does the first thing in his sorry life that's good...

Christmas Eve 2024


President Joe Biden finally gives the


Bald eagle


the recognition it deserves.



I hear your argument, Ben...

Your alternative to the Bald Eagle has some merit.


Yes, an indigenous bird that will always be remembered as the center of attention at the inaugural Thanksgiving feast with the Indians and will be forever enshrined as an important historical figure.


There may be some discussion regarding your assertion that the Bald Eagle is immoral, however.


I would contend those French Floosies that were so enamored with you in Paris may have a deficiency in that area...


As much as my dear Mother's Thanksgiving bird still evokes my salivary response,

This beautiful bird of limited flight is yet another testament to God's plethora of amazing beasts on His Earth.


I view the conflict metaphorically, as let's just accept that we are not at the top of the food chain.


The Bald Eagle, conversely, is at the top.


Here's a beautiful Bald Eagle presented to a Manly Man...

Bryan Kurch


One of a number of veterans for whom I have been honored to provide treatment, this Manly Man is a former paratrooper and MP (Military Police) who was sidelined by renal failure.


This Warrior for God, despite his own hurdles to overcome, is always ready to help others.


On one visit with SSG Kurch, he noted to me his ninety-year-old neighbor still cut his own grass.


Yes, Martha, ninety...


At the next appointment with my friend, Bryan pointed out he was now cutting his grass for him.


Bryan also had a debilitating spinal injury that severely limited his ability to walk.


Nothing stops a paratrooper.


Like all Southern Boys, his dog was his best friend and companion.  I can still clearly remember Bryan's efforts to help his dying German Shepherd, companion for a decade or more; I contacted a veterinarian friend for his help.


God took this beautiful animal across that Rainbow Bridge.


Bryan was more stoic than I was after this personal loss suffered by a really fine man.



Jennie Sutton is a true Christian, Patriot and Southern Lady.


The trifecta.


Jennie was always a bright spot on the daily schedule.


I miss her beautiful smile and the sparkle in her eyes...


Here are my friends...

The Sergeant Major and I disagree about one thing...

"It's finger-lickin' good!"

 

My father many years ago became nauseous after consuming this Southern delight.


Unsure if there was an issue with the chicken or just a coincidence.


No second chances with KFC for my father...


On one of my visits to see CSM Daw while he was senior NCO at Fort Jackson, I learned of his replacement for Colonel Harlan Sanders' 'cackle fruit'.


As the senior Drill Sergeant at this huge basic training facility, CSM Daw was the General's liaison with the enlisted personnel.


While on this visit, I was introduced to Bojangles...


Yes, Martha, quite tasty...


My father eschews KFC, but I love both...



 Again, to quote Popeye,


 "That's all I can stands, I can stands no more."  


As college football bowl and playoff season is consuming a lot of my viewing time, the frequency of KFC commercials has wrested me from the couch.


Unimpeded salivary flow for anticipated KFC...


Shortly after the Titans finished their chronically dismal performance, I headed over to my Hixson KFC.


The first visit here since my retirement, I was happy to see the staff was as nice as before...


A delightful young lady at the window was flashing a nice smile and had a genuine aura of 'nice' around her.


I often riddle KFC staff :


"Where was the first KFC?"


It is, surprisingly, rare that any of the many staffers I have queried over the years knew it was Corbin, KY.


Well, on this particular afternoon, another beauty appeared, peeking over the shoulder of the delightful lady who was working the window.


 Overhearing my conversation with Miss Shandra (I think) at the window, Kristy flashed a huge smile and pointed out she was, indeed, from Corbin.


What a coincidence...


I indicated that coincidence would be on my website tonight.


And so it is.


Corbin, KY


https://www.sanderscafe.com/


 “IT ALL STARTED IN CORBIN”, Colonel Sanders’ original restaurant in Corbin, Kentucky, the birthplace of Kentucky Fried Chicken®.


 Carefully restored and placed on the National Register of Historical Places, you will see it as it appeared in the 1940’s. 


Experience eating delicious Kentucky Fried Chicken® in the Colonel’s dining room and take in his innovative open-kitchen and model motel room.


 Also view the exhibits featuring the Colonel’s artifacts and memorabilia from the early days of KFC.


Taking an excursion on the


 

Wayback Machine...



My full time employment at Overnite Transportation Company as a billing and rating clerk has seared into my long term memory all their terminal locations.


In light of the fact I typed an average of 500 bills of lading nightly, 5 days a week...


Over the four years, that was approximately 2500  B/L weekly.


10,000 monthly.


120,000 annually.


My first year at Overnite was 1973.  OPEC cut off our fuel supplies, skyrocketing fuel prices for truckers.  After violent protests, murderous activity (throwing bricks and cinder blocks on truckers and other vehicles from overpasses; burn in hell you bastards...) and civil disorder became widespread, the National Guard was deployed.


As a billing clerk, I was not happy that  a fuel surcharge of 6% was added to every bill of lading I typed.


Required on every B/L:


Consignee and Shipper.

Description of freight being shipped.

Weight and rate for shipping cost.

Total cost, indicating if freight was prepaid or not.


But 1974 rolled around and a fuel surcharge (I abbreviated it to fuel s/c) was added.


Standard bills of lading forms required tabs between boxes and limited typing, e.g. shipper and consignee.


Everything all caps.


The streamlining of data input for B/L allowed for blistering fast completion of the forms by the billing clerk.


Just tabs and caps...


Now, with each and every B/L, I had to make a separate entry for the surcharge.


And remember, these IBM Selectric typewriters were not 'word processors'.


No 'backspace' key.


Nevertheless, with proper focus instilled in me by my 12th grade Typing II teacher, this IBM advancement in the typewriter allowed me typing speeds never before accomplished with anything before the Selectric.


Still, I was a bit surly with the first few thousand B/L, but eventually I didn't mind.



So, when I first arrived in Jellico in the summer of 1980 and found out the KFC original location was only a few minutes north in Corbin, my first thought wasn't 'finger-lickin' good' -


My immediate thought was "Corbin, KY, terminal #44..."


Even today, I can easily recall over forty terminal locations.


Chattanooga was #26... 


Jellico Mountain...

Downtown Jellico...

The summer of 1980 found me in a picturesque town, reminiscent of Goldsboro, NC, where I was born.


As part of an externship program, the summer before their senior year provided the opportunity for dental students to acquire further experience by providing treatment in a private practice setting.


Many of my classmates did not want to leave Memphis, and what was now home, to spend a summer, flying solo without his or her family.


I, on the other hand, relished returning to those beautiful East Tennessee mountains.  Further, I wanted to gain useful experience, not simply relegated to hygienist duties.


Which is what happened to those who stayed in Memphis.


Free hygienists for the doctor.


Hygiene skills had already been established by the end of the second year.


Unlike undergraduate semesters, the dental school year includes summer.


The third year refined the motor skills and confidence as the restorative skills acquired from the dentoform are utilized in patient care.  And always with the keen eye of a clinical instructor on us...


So, I was ready.  


All the training, months and months, was leading to a definitive execution of those skills.


Reminiscent of those trips to Eagle's Nest on Lookout Mountain and executing dozens of rappels before given the opportunity to exit a helicopter and free rappel to the earth below.



I wanted to, borrowing a campaign slogan,


"Drill, baby, Drill..."


I prayed to God for this opportunity that had never been presented to previous dental school undergraduates in Memphis.


Again, our dentist-turned-governor Winfield Dunn initiated this, working with 'Diamond Jim' Andrews.


Confident Dr. Andrews' dental students were quite competent, Governor Dunn also included rotations for the senior students through John Gaston Hospital and St. Jude facilities.


I prayed God would land me in an office that practiced dentistry on a very high level.  I assumed the dental school had vetted those offices who were willing to participate in the externship program.


So my next hope was the doctor was not a turd.


God blessed me on both counts...

  

Dr. Eddie Towles, DMD


Dr. Towles was the consummate professional; his staff reflected his desire to make all his patients feel comfortable and 'like family'.  


Dr. Towles knew he could rely on my efforts, not only clinical, but also as part of the Towles Team.  He particularly appreciated I was a commissioned officer in the United States Army.


There are a lot of Medicaid patients in this rural community; they were my patients for the summer.  I developed some great relationships with a number of these hard working, God-fearing patriots.


I had the good fortune of seeing Dr. Towles years later at a dental meeting at Chattanooga State; I believe his daughter was about to receive her Dental Hygienist degree and license.


Thank you, Eddie, for the opportunity presented me.



This externship would not have been possible, except for...

The Sergeant Major

As an Infantry Warrior, the SGM always ensures logistics is the top of the Warning Order.


When I shared with him my desire to leave Memphis for the summer in order to acquire further clinical skills in East Tennessee, his first thought:



"You can't accomplish your mission on a motorcycle.  I have a Pinto wagon that would serve you well; besides, I would enjoy some riding time on your 750 F..."


So we swapped for that summer of 1980.  


The Sergeant Major always providing support...



1976 Honda 750 F...

In Memphis, I was able to bungee cord everything on a sissy bar/rack (not seen here) in the short commute from our apartment to Union Avenue.


Next door to where Elvis passed...


No, Martha, never saw him.


And Patty and I were in Memphis the day after he died....


Nope, this iconic figure is with God...


At any rate, Patty continued the family tradition of transportation company employment.  She initially started with Overnite Transportation; I trained her in Chattanooga.


REBEL MOTOR FREIGHT...


Just over the Mississippi border, I worked as a billing clerk the first summer in Memphis - 1978.


That was the only summer our class was not in the clinics or classes.  


 THE 1978 MEMPHIS FIRE AND POLICE STRIKES  


And the only summer in my many years on this earth, I lived in a city with the Police and Firemen on strike, resulting in a city-wide curfew.  (!)


Further, as a consequence of my hours of employment at Rebel Motor Freight, I had to violate the midnight curfew.


I was never stopped, however...


The Memphis PD was on strike.


With August 1978 looming and the beginning of the second  year of this adventure, Patty becomes the bread winner:


I knew Patty had the clerical and typing skills to replace me when the second year of dental school started.


She left Overnite and received a healthy increase in pay...


The Mustang Mach I was now providing transportation for my wife...

1976 Pinto wagon...

No bungee cords needed!


That little four cylinder beauty handled the mountains quite nicely, I must add.


After V-8 power with the mustang, I was pleasantly surprised its little cousin made my excursions, exploring the mountains after leaving the office, so pleasurable.


The almost depressing flat horizon of West Tennessee had me yearning for East Tennessee.


One afternoon, after a particularly lengthy sight seeing cruise around Jellico Mountain, all the Mountain Dew I had been consuming prompted me to pull off on the side of the road for a short walk in the woods.  


TMI, Martha?


Well, just when I was out of sight from the road and passing traffic:


"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE BOY?"


Some good old boys were in an operation involving a different mountain dew...


I did an about face and found a tree a little closer to the highway...


I know, Martha, TMI...



Thanks to the Sergeant Major for the loan of this classic beauty and enabling me to be ready for my senior year.

My first week of dental school, after arriving to campus, I discovered...

 I was going to need to improve my bungee technique...

Somewhere between 1515 East Parkway and UTCHS on Union Avenue...

...lay my articulator (!).


Yes, Martha, my poorly restrained and quite expensive clinical necessity was gone.


Great start for a four year odyssey...


God smiled on me yet again; a good  citizen retrieved my lost instrument which was fortunately in a sturdy protective case.


The nice Southern lady contacted a local radio station which contacted the dental school.


I could not get her name and was unable to thank this nice person.


Thanks to God and a Southerner for her kindness...




Regarding bungee cords...

 I will never forget an encounter with a rogue bungee cord detailed to me by a patient:


As this nice man and his wife lived in a beautiful cabin that was well off the road, sometimes he would use his four wheeler to get the mail.


One day, as he was securing a number of packages, he was attacked by a bungee cord that had become unhooked.  The cord had been stretched such that it lost its grasp of the four wheeler's frame and, with substantial force, recoiled.


Tragically, the hook of the bungee cord engaged with his right eye, subsequently blinding him.


I have never looked at bungee cords the same way again...

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