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The WatchCat spent a year in Russia and the Middle East in preparation for a government career. Unfortunately she got in a little too deep, and health problems sabotaged her career before it began. The future? Now there's an open question. She gets her paws in the action whenever possible, with or without a paycheck. WatchCat keeps busy supporting the troops, recruiting pararescue candidates, yelling at traitors and helping people navigate the grey areas on international everything.
A close family member is active duty US military, but due to OPSEC (and the general need for family peace), WatchCat is unable to write about that person's activities. She makes the most of the opportunities that God gives her, knowing that she should be dead by now.
And yes, she is married & is going to stay married. Smacks upside the head are delivered as needed to those who don't understand this.
Samuel Gerald Dean, Edward Joseph Wolbers, Radamés E. Cáceres, Douglas
Laurent Dauphin, Bert Garland Sauls Jr., Kenneth N. Markle, Louis
Karp, James Henry Henderson, Douglas Vincent Schmoker, Howard George
Sewell, George M. Durrett, Robert H. Watson, Harold Edwin Richards &
James Dixon Fore
December 22nd, 1943
Three days before Christmas in 1943, two hours past midnight, 14 men
climbed into an airplane and lifted into the dark sky over the
slumbering hamlet of West Palm Beach. Their journey lasted but a few
moments, and killed every one of them.
After reading the various statements, I have a hard time imagining what Jesse Ventura thinks he's going to accomplish apart from dragging a bunch of good people through a miserable lawsuit. He was humiliated (deservedly so) and now seems to be seeking revenge in a petty, reprehensible manner that is consistent with the original behavior cited.
The article states that there is a discrepancy in the testimony regarding the location of the fight. One witness said patio and one said sidewalk. I've been to McP's. The patio area bleeds into the sidewalk, so unless there's a distinction of "inner patio" I don't see that as a true discrepancy. If anything, such minor variations are more consistent with individuals' memory rather than a made-up story. I also recognize enough names on the witness list to doubt that any of them would have used Michael Monsoor's wake as a context for a smear campaign.
Jesse Ventura is responsible for his own defamation. I wish I could hope he would man up and leave Taya Kyle alone, but his history suggests otherwise. I haven't yet read Chris Kyle's book. But Jesse Ventura has ruined his own reputation, and thus will never get my vote.
Capt. Linda Bray made national headlines when she became the first
woman in U.S. history to lead troops into combat during the 1989
invasion of Panama. As a result she was met with a lot of resistance
and anger to what she had accomplished because she was a woman.
Bray and 45 soldiers under her command, nearly all of them men,
encountered a unit of Panamanian special operations soldiers holed up
inside a military barracks and dog kennel. They killed three of the
enemy and took one prisoner before the rest were forced to
Albuquerque veteran Stan E. White, a Pearl Harbor survivor who was
injured during the D-Day invasion of Normandy, was awarded the Legion
of Honor, France's highest decoration, according to Perry Bendicksen,
Honorary French Consul for New Mexico.
Although he was raised in Pennsylvania and New Jersey, White was a
19-year-old athlete and cowboy living in New Mexico when he enlisted
in the Army. He said he saw it as an opportunity for travel, adventure
and education. He ended up with a life he never could have
When the towers of the World Trade Center fell on Sept. 11, 2001,
Clarence Wolf Guts asked his son to call the U.S. Department of
Defense to see if the country needed his code talking abilities to
find Osama Bin Laden. Wolf Guts was in his late 70s at the time, so
his son did not make the call, but said the request personified his
father's love of country. "He still wanted to help. He was trying to
still be patriotic".
Pfc. Wolf Guts was the last surviving Oglala Lakota code talker from
It has been...a storm.
And an almost peaceful week, the eye of the storm, is drawing to a close and I jump back into the fray tomorrow.
I used to think that gated communities were way too uptight for my taste, but I'm finding it a blessing to just exhale because I don't have to worry about who is driving by. While it's not true security, it's easier to relax here.
I met a Navy guy today who assumed I was a veteran. It's not the first time I've been mistaken for one, and it's always an odd feeling. I know I've done good work in my life, despite some missteps, but days like today make me feel like I missed my niche. And it's even stranger in these turbulent times when so many veterans are depressed and disillusioned by what is happening in Iraq and Afghanistan. I've always thought it would have been an honor to serve...but was I spared something?
I don't know what to make of this life. So many mistakes entangle us, yet the oddest things preserve us.
I'm getting ready to leave my new favorite place, and I'm trying to cultivate an attitude of patience. There's a life I want, but it's not yet in my reach.
One step forward in faith. Another day of endurance and looking hard for joy. Digging deeper, inside and out, for that first handhold.
There are circumstances and then there are choices. We mess up when we confuse the two.
We've sadly lost yet another Code Talker. Edmond A. Harjo was the
last surviving Code Talker for the Seminole Nation of Oklahoma. Back
in November of 2013, 33 tribes were honored in a ceremony in
Washington, D.C. with the Congressional Gold Medal for their
contribution in the war, Harjo was the only living Code Talker to
"Even to the death fight for truth, and the Lord your God will battle for you." -Sirach 4:28
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Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?" And I said, "Here am I. Send me!" -Isaiah 6:8
As many of you are aware, the PJCountry blog disappeared in November 2008.
I'm doing my best to help the pararescue community by sharing PJ-related news and events on my blog. The following information may be helpful:
You will find answers to many questions at pararescue.com and specialtactics.com
If you're ready to become a PJ, you'll need to decide between Active Duty and Reserve. This will determine who will handle your official recruitment. Visit Contacts and POCs to find the appropriate person or email me.
304th Pararescue Team (Reserve) (Oregon)
If you're on the west coast near Oregon and are considering being a PJ/CRO on the Portland Pararescue Team (commitment of 4 years beyond training), contact TSgt Stanley Iakopo at stanley.iakopo AT us.af.mil or email me.
I have no official role with pararescue or other SpecOps but I know enough to get you connected to the right people. Email to CAT at THEWATCHCAT dot NET
Jubilate Agno, Fragment B
[For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry]
by Christopher Smart
For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in
For is this done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant
For he keeps the Lord's watch in the night against the adversary.
For he is of the tribe of Tiger.
For he purrs in thankfulness when God tells him he's a good Cat.
For he is an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.
For every house is incomplete without him, and a blessing is lacking in
For he is the cleanest in the use of his forepaws of any quadruped.
For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.
For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.
For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.
For by stroking of him I have found out electricity.