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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.
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I've had other recurring dreams in the past but this one is really getting annoying.
I keep dreaming of being back in school, and discovering that I have one or two major problems:
1) There's a science class I was supposed to be attending (and wasn't) and it's now halfway through the term, too late to just drop the class.
2) I haven't checked my mail for ages and can no longer remember the box combination.
The two usually go together although there are variations of which one dominates. Last night's dream was primarily #1. It was especially frustrating because I dreamed that the instructor was dear old Dr. B from college, one of those guys whose class you'd attend just to make sure you don't hurt his feelings. In the dream I tried so hard to explain to him that I wanted to be there, but something kept standing in my way. Either I'd get lost on the way or all my attempts to remember that I had class in that time slot would fail.
Hmmm. I think I see where this is going.
I want my piece of the security pie. And I'm despising myself for not having it. The excuses don't seem like enough, but no matter how hard I try...
I woke up just as the dream gave me a "mentor," a TA who was supposed to help me figure out how to make sure I got there.
Maybe it had something to do with last night's conversation where Mr. WatchCat said he'd support me if I wanted to do X? We shall see...
An expert in psychotherapy once told me that, "the body keeps score." I'm finding that particularly true right now. I haven't wanted to worry anyone, but the truth of the matter is, I'm still sick. Every time I think I'm getting over this thing, symptoms pop up again. I stayed home from church yesterday to get some extra sleep in hopes of really kicking this thing, and I got the vitamin shot that usually helps me out. I started feeling a lot better... until I got food poisoning and a nasty bump on the head in the process. Now I'm back to that hit-by-a-train feeling.
But a big part of the problem, I suspect, is a couple of difficult anniversaries that are in this time frame. According to the experts, I don't have to be thinking about the events for their anniversary to impact me. I can think of four nasty events that happened in a week and a half window of this time in January. Four different years... is it any wonder that my body goes into a general state of alarm in January?
I will say that the most recent event had a certain amount of vindication in it; I fought back and won. But it came at a horrible cost. Until then, I'd believed that the dangers of the past had stayed in the past. That January, I realized that I'll probably be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life...
This is just a note to beg for patience on hauling the "PJ Pics" over from the old site. Not only do I need to re-upload every single image, but there's also a sizing issue on 99 percent of them. What I will probably do is upload low-resolution images for the pictures I've posted in the past, and then I'll take my best shot at appropriate resizing for new pictures.
So yes, new PJ pictures and news will appear on this blog soon. But it will take some time to get all the old ones up.
Assuming all electrons align, the blog is officially moving to http://www.thewatchcat.net today. Unless a major problem pops up, all new posts will appear at the new address.
Please update your blogrolls accordingly!
I'll be working to transition my old posts over as well. Given that there are over 1300 of them, it's going to take some time. But if you've linked to a specific post on the blog, keep an eye out for the new address.
Cpl. Carlos E. Gil Orozco
23 years old from San Jose, California
2nd Battalion, 9th Marine Regiment, 2nd Marine Division, II Marine Expeditionary Force
September 10, 2007
Carlos Gil Orozco wasn’t a great student, but one goal pushed him to hit the books: becoming a Marine.
"He was kind of a troublemaker, you know, he got bad grades and wouldn't do his homework," said his sister, Myriam Johanna Gil Orozco. "But he wanted to be a Marine. So he studied real hard, especially algebra. He'd stay up all night studying.
Cpl. Orozco's parents moved the family from Colombia to the U.S. when he was 8 years old, hoping to give their children a better education. They became frustrated when their son didn't do well in school and thought the Marines would be good for him.
"My dad was actually happy," Myriam said. "He'd rather have him be a Marine than out on the streets being in gangs or doing drugs."
Cpl. Carlos Orozco was killed while conducting combat operations in Ashraf, Iraq when the tank he was riding in encountered an IED. Also killed in the blast was Lance Cpl. Jon T. Hicks Jr. of Atco, New Jersey.
Cpl. Orozco leaves behind his sister, his parents, his wife and two sons.
These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero.
We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived
This post is part of the Wednesday Hero Blogroll. For more information about Wednesday Hero, or if you would like to post it on your site, you can go here.
"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.