My first airplane ride . . .
Picture this: The year was 1950, I was 17 years old, the season was autumn, the month was September and the place was Itazuke Air Base located a few miles from Fukuoka, a metropolitan Japanese city on...
View ArticleThe Korean War—please remember it . . .
As a retired military person I subscribe to the Air Force Retiree web site at www.retirees.af.mil. I received the following e-mail on Friday, June 25, 2010 at 11:27 AM. I am posting the e-mail in its...
View ArticleMistaken identification—no gold tooth . . .
Long, long ago in 1951 in Japan, a far off land across the sea, a young American corporal, 18 years old, arrived late in the evening to the Transient Quarters at Itazuki, an American air base near the...
View ArticleA letter to Jessie (1915-1997) . . .
Dear Big Sister, I hope you like this photo—I have several shots of you from over the years, and this is my favorite—just check out that glorious smile! I believe this is where you were living just...
View ArticleAnalysis of a 17-year-old warrior . . .
Analysis of a 17-year-old warrior As does virtually every family, mine has a shoebox filled with snapshots of family and friends spanning decades of living and loving and working, showing many of the...
View ArticleA two-week boat ride to Japan . . .
In 1950 I traveled from San Francisco to Japan in 14 days, and back to San Francisco in another 14 days, with a considerable amount of time spent in Japan and South Korea between the trip to the Orient...
View ArticleListen up, South Korea!
Listen up, South Korea! In August of 2008 Newsweek ranked the top 100 countries in the world. This posting deals with the world ranking of South Korea today, as opposed to the years before 1950, the...
View ArticleRevisited: Analysis of a 17-year-old warrior
While wandering around in the bowels of my archived postings on WordPress, I found this brilliantly worded essay. On re-reading it I was so enthralled by the superior quality of the writing that I...
View ArticleRetired at 10 & 16, a triple-dipper at 20—go figure!
The seventh day of March is a red-letter day for me. One of my sisters, the one closest to me in age, was born on that day eighteen months before I made my entrance into the world of 1932 on September...
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