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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

A Cup Of Joe...

This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder.
~~~~~Honore de Balzac, "The Pleasures and Pains of Coffee"



I've written before about my love affair with...coffee. It's long been my drink of choice to chase the sleep induced fog from the old gray matter no matter the time of day I awake. Diddya know coffee is also considered a pain reliever of headaches of any type you may have? Yup, 'tis true. If I don't have my caffeine, I certainly will get a headache! All I know at this late date in life is, I has to have my java.

While I prefer to pack or order Snipers Brew from Devil Dog Brew to send to my guys on the front lines, I've become a great fan of another coffee company: Green Beans. Do you know why I've become an ardent supporter of Green Bean Coffee Co? No? Okay, I'll spill the beans for ya.

On Facebook, They have a fan page called "Cup of Joe for a Joe" or Jane, whatever the case may be. Once you click on their page, you can elect to donate 1 to however many $2 cups of coffee you can afford, to be handed out to 'Our Guys' who drop in at their shops while deployed to the front lines. That would be the FOB's in Iraq, Afghanistan, Kuwait, Qatar, Africa, and many other places including the United States. What better way to say "thanks for all you do for our freedoms" than buying a little 'ol cup of coffee? Let me forewarn you though...it's addictive!!

If you're not on Facebook, you can always go the the Green Beans Coffee website. See, now you're all set to make a bunch of 'Our Guys' very happy to be waking up with a cup of coffee in their hand. Besides all that happiness is returned ten fold with their thank you notes they write for each cup you buy. Sometimes, they even want to be your pen-pal, so be sure to include your email when you sign up to donate those big cups of morning go juice.

Check out this super sweet thank you note that was written to a donor earlier today. Yep, shamelessly stolen from their facebook page.


One last thing, be sure to become a 'fan' on Facebook so you can see their highlighted thank you notes just like the one above. It's a very special feeling to know that we can do something so simple to bring so much pleasure to those who serve selflessly. You really won't want to stop after just one.



And so it goes......

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

A Doctor Writes...

We are not afraid to entrust the American people with unpleasant facts, foreign ideas, alien philosophies, and competitive values. For a nation that is afraid to let its people judge the truth and falsehood in an open market is a nation that is afraid of its people.
~~~~~John F. Kennedy



It's been a very unsettling time these last few days. The Health Care Reform has been signed into law. Revised, passed and signed again...All against the wishes of a major part of the American public. Doctors, Nurses, Hospitals and now companies whom this catastrophe of a bill will impact to the tune of trillions of dollars have tried to be the voice of reason. To no avail. Our government would not listen.

Today, as part of that bill, the President has signed into law, government take over of all school loans. So...they are now able to tell us the type of health care we receive and since they will hold the purse strings to educational loans, college education as well. Nice of them, huh? While the bill is supposed to cut out the middle man: the private bank, school loans will be administered by government approved performance based private companies. This part of HEALTH CARE REFORM, will supposedly free up 68 Billion dollars in the next 11 years for more minority school loans and deficit reduction. Can someone please tell me when anything ran by our Federal Government has reduced the deficit?? Isn't it nice to know that part of the 2,700 plus pages of the HCR also deals with school loans. Hmmm... insurance equals education. Wonder what else we will find in those many pages? I'm sure everything will be made transparent real soon. Aren't you? I also wonder if those loans will have somewhere in the fine print, a clause of mandatory "National Service"?

It's not looking very much like the America I grew up in. Yes, there were hard times. But...you know what? We persevered and it didn't hurt us. In fact, it made us work all that much harder to insure that we could get over the next hump that much easier.

There were years where we didn't have insurance to cover the cost of a Doctors visit. You know what else? We didn't die. But we also didn't go to the Doctors office or the emergency room every time we had a sniffle, cough or fever over 99 degrees.
If we wanted a college education, we studied our butts off in High School for a high GPA so colleges would offer scholarships and grants. Then you worked part time jobs during the summers to help accumulate the needed monies. You also worked before or after classes to pay for what you needed or wanted. THAT was YOUR decision. Unless you had Daddy Deep Pockets or a rich Uncle Joe. Reckon we'll now call him UNCLE SAM. Here's the interesting part... IF after college, you can take 10% of your discretionary income, make your payments on time, then after 20 YEARS, all is forgiven. Yup, somewhere around age 45. Reminds me of that song Tennessee Ernie Ford sings, "Sixteen Tons"

My elder sister who has been a Registered Nurse for longer than she cares to remember, understands exactly how this Health Care Reform will impact all of America. Her son, my nephew is in pre-med studies right now... but for how long? O'Wise One also sent along this short letter to the President from a young Doctor, giving his opinion of what he has determined to be the root of the problem of the Health Care Crisis. I hope you read it and pass it along.

Dear Mr. President:


During my shift in the Emergency Room last night, I had the pleasure of evaluating a patient whose smile revealed an expensive shiny gold tooth, whose body was adorned with a wide assortment of elaborate and costly tattoos, who wore a very expensive brand of tennis shoes and who chatted on a new cellular telephone equipped with a popular R&B ringtone. While glancing over her patient chart, I happened to notice that her payer status was listed as "Medicaid"! During my examination of her, the patient informed me that she smokes more than one costly pack of cigarettes every day and somehow still has money to buy pretzels and beer.
And, you and our Congress expect me to pay for this woman's health care? I contend that our nation's "health care crisis" is not the result of a shortage of quality hospitals, doctors or nurses. Rather, it is the result of a "crisis of culture", a culture in which it is perfectly acceptable to spend money on luxuries and vices while refusing to take care of one's self or, heaven forbid, purchase health insurance. It is a culture based in the irresponsible credo that "I can do whatever I want to because someone else will always take care of me". Once you fix this “culture crisis" that rewards irresponsibility and dependency, you'll be amazed at how quickly our nation's health care difficulties will disappear.


Respectfully,
STARNER JONES, MD


And so it goes......

Monday, March 29, 2010

So...The President Makes A Surprise Visit...

Some so speak in exaggerations and superlatives that we need to make a large discount from their statements before we can come at their real meaning.
~~~~~Tryon Edwards



Yes, I'm sure that most everyone has read the news of this trip. President Obama made a surprise visit to Afghanistan. He left Camp David under the cover of darkness and touched down in Bagram yesterday evening. He was immediately whisked away by helicopter to President Hamid Karzai's presidential palace outside of Kabul.

So, what's the problem with that you might ask? Well... I can't help but wonder at the secrecy of his trip. Oh yes, his entourage expressed the need for secrecy as security concerns. Of all the other trips he's jetted off on since he's taken office, wouldn't that same reason apply?

Regardless of what I think, I find it interesting to read what others are saying about this trip.

From Russia comes this little excerpt.
In an interview for the Voice of Russia an Oriental studies expert, Vladimir Sotnikov, says:

"With his visit President Obama, first of all, voices his support for his new course towards Afghanistan, meaning the coalition's fight against the terrorist formations, including such as the Taliban movement and the Al Qaeda terrorist network. Secondly, Obama's visiting the country also means that he supports the political settlement process in Afghanistan, which, as we can see now, is gaining force there. And besides, by his visit to Afghanistan, President Obama wants to show that Afghanistan is moving in a correct direction and that a peace settlement in the country still remains a possibility. It seems to me though that it is rather a pure propaganda visit. Actually, the situation in Afghanistan is rather far from the one, which could be characterized as a deep peace settlement process".

And as regards Obama's appeal to the Afghan authorities to step up the fight against drug trafficking, which is forming an economic basis for the extremists, this statement of the U.S. President can be qualified as a pure propaganda PR action. And NATO's recent rejection of the Moscow proposal to begin destroying the opium poppy crops in Afghanistan under the dubious pretext that the North Atlantic Alliance is not ready to deny the only source of revenue to the people living in the poorest country of the world offers proof of this.[...]

Now for words from the GuardianUK.

Barack Obama flew back from Afghanistan last night after a surprise visit to thank American and Nato troops stationed there and to press President Hamid Karzai to crack down on corruption.

US military and diplomats have repeatedly said that success on the battlefield against the Taliban would count for little unless the Karzai government begins to win over Afghans by improving governance and reducing corruption.

It was Obama's second visit to Afghanistan, but his first as US president. There was a news blackout on the trip, with reporters being told he was spending the weekend at the presidential retreat, Camp David. The Afghan government was only informed on Thursday.

He spent only a few hours in Afghanistan, all of it under cover of darkness.

Obama, who flew directly to Afghanistan in a 13-hour trip, met Karzai in the palace in Kabul. "Progress will continue to be made, but we also want to make progress on the civilian front," Obama said.[...]


Then there are reports filed by CNN's Afghanistan Crossroads with the link to the full story and series of photos as well as 2 videos of his speech to 2000 out of over 15,000 troops stationed at Bagram Air Base.

Several hours after President Obama and his entourage flew out of Bagram Air Base on AirForce One, there was a rocket attack on the base. According to reports there were no injuries to any of 'Our Guys' located there, but the Taliban released their propaganda saying the rockets had exploded in barracks and there were "heavy casualties". They aren't ones to waste an opportunity to spread their lies and false reports.

While I may have my doubts as to the underlying reason for this fast trip, I have to hand it the POTUS for voicing his support for our men and women in the War on Terror, regardless if I think it comes from his heart. They deserve all of America's heartfelt support.

For a few more photos of the Presidents few hours spent in Afghanistan, check out FoxNews Row 2 Seat 4. Time will tell whether his actions match up to his words.



And so it goes......

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Journey Through Afghanistan Is At End...

I have found out that there ain't no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.
~~~~~Mark Twain



Well... all good things must end. As it is with two of our Tech.Sgt's of the USAF who had the plan for a 30 day journey through Afghanistan. It took them a few more days than the thirty they had planned. But, with the travails of transportation in country, easily understood the delays.

I watched the video below which was posted on YouTube as well as the ISAF website. I really hated to see their journey end. I think it gave us a brief glimpse of what in actuality is happening across Afghanistan. But at least we had that glimpse, many thanks to them.

Just this past Friday, they had a DoD Bloggers Roundtable. No, I wasn't there. My need for sleep to carry me through the work night took precedence. Of course, you can find the roundtable here. Be sure to listen to the broadcast as well. Boston Maggie was one of the two bloggers who called in. Sad shame that the bigger guys in the mil-bloggers circle didn't call. I think they missed a great opportunity to ask some relevant questions of Ken and Nathan.

If you didn't follow along on Ken and Nathans' journey, please watch this last video as they wrapped up their trip. Good Job, Airmen!!





I do hope that everyone who kept up with this project have concluded from it that even though there are difficulties there, the efforts of 'Our Guys' have made a difference in the lives of the Afghan people. That's what will be remembered long after our forces are gone.



And so it goes......

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Gone Fishin'...

The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope.
~~~~~John Buchan



Okay, so maybe I'm just dreaming of going fishing. Yup, I lurve to fish. It's been a good long while since I had the ol' pole out and was actually able to throw hook, line and sinker into a serene spot of water. But... it's getting to be that time of year. The 2 oldest piglets are about the right age to start teaching them the finer points of casting and being quiet while waiting on them little fishies to take that first bite. Getting them to sit still for longer than 2 minutes is another matter.

There's a good size lake that's real close to home, Kincaid Lake. Just a few miles from my front door, it is.
Or, I could venture further afield and travel down the road a piece to Lake Cumberland. Then I'd be back in my old stompin', rather, my old fishing grounds. It used to be one of our favorite places to take the youngins' when they were around that "training" age. We'd pack a lunch, dig some worms, grab the poles, load the car, and head down to Burnside, perhaps drive out to Fishing Creek. Sometimes, we'd be real adventurous on our destination and end up down at Wolf Creek Dam. We would visit the fishery. Phew... talk about the fishy smell stinkin'!

All 5 of my children eventually caught the love of fishing. It took them a while but they finally realized it was necessary to be semi-quiet when we were on the edges of the lakes with those trusty little Zebco's and the squishy worms firmly attached to the hooks. So they thought... Most times, we would just be feeding the fish those wiggly night crawlers. Good times they were, sitting on the banks enjoying the sunshine, tickled to be enticing a little fish with a worm and laughing at the ones that got away. Every once in a while, someone would get lucky and snag a sunfish, maybe a little bass or even a catfish. Rarely were they the size big enough to throw in the bucket to take home to the fryin pan.


Yup, just like that cartoon, we've hooked some strange items, hoping that it was a big fish. I can distinctly hear the echoes of those days... I caught one! I caught one! And it's a big one!!

With all of my youngins' grown and living a life of their own, 'tis hard to assemble everyone for such an outing. I know I miss having that time with them. Right now, I'm thinking it's a very good time to start with my Honey Bunny and Booger Butt. No time like the present, huh?



And so it goes......

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Well Deserved Rest...

Trust only movement. Life happens at the level of events, not of words. Trust movement.
~~~~~Alfred Adler



Staying alert even while resting is just one thing 'Our Guys' do while out and about in Afghanistan. Providing security to the rest of the team and fellow travelers is always top priority. But, look at the snow still on the mountains behind him!


U.S. Army Sgt. 1st Class Thomas Snipp of Morrisville, Vt., with the Vermont National Guard's 172nd Infantry Division, 3rd Battalion, Echo Company, Distribution Platoon, from Morrisville, Vt., pulls security during a rest stop on a convoy March 17. The unit, along with the Georgia National Guard unit they are replacing, are escorting construction supplies hauled from Forward Operating Base Lightning to Combat Outpost Herrera, both located Paktya province, Afghanistan, in order to give the Vermont unit situational awareness of their area of operation. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Andrew Reagan)

I certainly hope they arrived at their destination without any mishaps.



And so it goes......

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

From The Home Front...

Every house where love abides
And friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home sweet home
For there the heart can rest.
~~~~~Henry Van Dyke



Yesterday, a few of our local Warriors came home. They spent a year in Iraq guarding convoys. Much has been said that the war is winding down there yet the need for 'Our Guys' is still strong.

130 members of Ohio National Guard's B Troop, 2nd Squadron, 107th Cavalry returned to Lebanon and the welcoming arms of their families. Sweet, yes?

Please go here to read what the returning heroes are looking forward to now they're back in the good 'ol United States. Be sure to check out the video on the WLWT page as well.

May I just say... WELCOME HOME!!! Thank YOU ALL for your service!



And so it goes......

Missing The Mark OR Wake UP Call...

Liberty has never come from the government. Liberty has always come from the subjects of it. The history of liberty is a history of resistance.
~~~~~Woodrow Wilson



There's a man who pens a blog that I respect and admire. Robert A. Hall is a man who served our Nation not only as a Marine but also in the Massachusetts Senate for 5 terms. That's answering the call of service that few in political office can say they've done. I've linked and copied many times the words that he's written (do a blog search for those posts). Today, he has a post that literally makes me scared for this country of ours. Once again, I'm going to copy and paste so that y'all can read and ponder on his words. Perhaps his words will inspire everyone to take some type of action to insure that his prediction as he foresees it will not become truth. If nothing else, I hope you will say a prayer for our Nation, for we need the power of the prayer warriors now more than ever.

From The Old Jarhead himself...
It was a great country while it lasted. Nothing tangible lasts forever, not stars, or planets, or people or flowers or birds. Certainly not political systems. We can be certain that the American Republic will have an ending as surely as it had a beginning. But when?

Predicting the future is fraught with risk. In the hundreds of opinion pieces I’ve published over the years, I’ve had some notable success doing so. In 1998, three years before 9/11, I published a column headed, “America’s War on Terror will be long, slow and cruel.” In that column I wrote that terrorists now had the power to destroy large buildings. Pretty prescient, yes, but I’ve made my share of predictions that were completely off the mark.

Emerging trends or sudden events can completely alter what looked to be inevitable. The death of a key leader, a new technology, a natural disaster striking your country—or your opponent’s—all can alter the seemingly-inevitable future.

Certainly the American Republic has been both resilient and flexible since its improbable emergence from the fire of revolution. It survived a terrible civil war, an outcome that seemed highly unlikely at the time. It survived the Great Depression. It led and won the fight against global tyranny in WWII, a victory that may appear inevitable now, but was a damn near run thing at the time. And it faced down the monster of soulless Communism, despite the infatuation of large numbers of our vapid intellectual class with the joys of collectivism, as seen from afar.

And yet, despite this history of resilience and triumph, I think that there is about an 80% certainty that the American Republic will collapse within the next twenty years, and be replaced with something else—perhaps several entities. They will not be models of classical liberal democracy. That this will be accompanied by economic privation, great violence and mass suffering I consider inevitable. That the surviving citizens of the new entity or entities will enjoy anything close to our freedom or standard of living I believe highly unlikely. The Jamestown rule—no work, no eat—will be rigidly enforced.

Each of several challenges facing us is both complex and over-whelming, and we no longer seem to have “the right stuff” to deal with any of them. While we might successfully, though not painlessly, face down each of them individually, their convergence makes the Republic’s survival highly problematic. Americans want the benefits of the good life, but far too many want someone else to pay the costs and make the sacrifices for them to have it. Few are willing to sacrifice their comfort, their cash or their standard of living—never mind their lives—to protect the Republic and the system of political and economic freedom that created the material wealth that is the envy of the planet, far beyond what our grandfathers could have dreamed. Just one example: In WWII, our forces were led by graduates of Harvard, Yale and other leading institutions. Since Vietnam, military services is disparaged and shunned by the elites who benefit the most from our system.


We are victims of our economic success. Fat and comfortable Republics have ever been prey to wolves and barbarians, and, in our case, there are as many inside the gates as outside.

Here are the convergent forces that I believe are likely to destroy the Republic:[...]


Please, please click the link above to finish reading what Bob has written. I'm tellin' ya, if anyone can see the writing on the wall from past personal experience, Robert A. Hall can. We've got very little time or chance left to stop the slide down this slippery slope. We must join forces in our prayers and in our actions. We must be unafraid in defending what our Nation has stood for over 200 years.

Prayer Warriors; in the words Todd Beamer spoke before Flight 93 went down in the fields of Pennsylvania..."Let's Roll"



And so it goes......

Monday, March 22, 2010

Read And Weep...

Our government has become too responsive to trivial or ephemeral concerns, often at the expense of more important concerns or an erosion of our liberty, and it has made policy priorities more dependent on where TV journalists happen to point their cameras.... As a nation we have lost our sense of tragedy, a recognition that bad things happen to good people. A nation that expects the government to prevent churches from burning, to control the price of bread or gasoline, to secure every job, and to find some villain for every dramatic accident, risks an even larger loss of life and liberty.
~~~~~William A. Niskanen, "For a Less Responsive Government," Cato Policy Report, 1996



Slowly but surely our freedoms are being stripped from the very fabric that makes America such a great Nation. Yet, we stand unheard and ignored as our leaders continue onward to the path of a type of government never before seen. Not even the type of government of British rule way back when. Don't believe me? Read this letter that was written by a former Austrian who lived through the very same slow erosion of freedoms by the Nazis; Kitty Werthmann.

This Truly is the Greatest Country in the World. Don’t Let Freedom Slip Away

By: Kitty Werthmann

What I am about to tell you is something you’ve probably never heard or will ever read in history books.

I believe that I am an eyewitness to history. I cannot tell you that Hitler took Austria by tanks and guns; it would distort history. We elected him by a landslide – 98% of the vote.. I’ve never read that in any American publications.

Everyone thinks that Hitler just rolled in with his tanks and took Austria by force.
In 1938, Austria was in deep Depression. Nearly one-third of our workforce was unemployed.. We had 25% inflation and 25% bank loan interest rates.

Farmers and business people were declaring bankruptcy daily. Young people were going from house to house begging for food. Not that they didn’t want to work; there simply weren’t any jobs. My mother was a Christian woman and believed in helping people in need. Every day we cooked a big kettle of soup and baked bread to feed those poor, hungry people – about 30 daily.

The Communist Party and the National Socialist Party were fighting each other. Blocks and blocks of cities like Vienna , Linz , and Graz were destroyed. The people became desperate and petitioned the government to let them decide what kind of government they wanted.

We looked to our neighbor on the north, Germany , where Hitler had been in power since 1933. We had been told that they didn’t have unemployment or crime, and they had a high standard of living. Nothing was ever said about persecution of any group — Jewish or otherwise. We were led to believe that everyone was happy. We wanted the same way of life in Austria . We were promised that a vote for Hitler would mean the end of unemployment and help for the family. Hitler also said that businesses would be assisted, and farmers would get their farms back. Ninety-eight percent of the population voted to annex Austria to Germany and have Hitler for our ruler.

We were overjoyed, and for three days we danced in the streets and had candlelight parades. The new government opened up big field kitchens and everyone was fed.

After the election, German officials were appointed, and like a miracle, we suddenly had law and order. Three or four weeks later, everyone was employed. The government made sure that a lot of work was created through the Public Work Service.

Hitler decided we should have equal rights for women. Before this, it was a custom that married Austrian women did not work outside the home . An able-bodied husband would be looked down on if he couldn’t support his family. Many women in the teaching profession were elated that they could retain the jobs they previously had been required to give up for marriage.

Hitler Targets Education – Eliminates Religious Instruction for Children:

Our education was nationalized. I attended a very good public school.. The population was predominantly Catholic, so we had religion in our schools. The day we elected Hitler (March 13, 1938), I walked into my schoolroom to find the crucifix replaced by Hitler’s picture hanging next to a Nazi flag. Our teacher, a very devout woman, stood up and told the class we wouldn’t pray or have religion anymore. Instead, we sang “Deutschland, Deutschland, Uber Alles,” and had physical education.

Sunday became National Youth Day with compulsory attendance. Parents were not pleased about the sudden change in curriculum. They were told that if they did not send us, they would receive a stiff letter of warning the first time. The second time they would be fined the equivalent of $300, and the third time they would be subject to jail. The first two hours consisted of political indoctrination. The rest of the day we had sports. As time went along, we loved it. Oh, we had so much fun and got our sports equipment free. We would go home and gleefully tell our parents about the wonderful time we had.

My mother was very unhappy. When the next term started, she took me out of public school and put me in a convent. I told her she couldn’t do that and she told me that someday when I grew up, I would be grateful. There was a very good curriculum, but hardly any fun – no sports, and no political indoctrination. I hated it at first but felt I could tolerate it. Every once in a while, on holidays, I went home . I would go back to my old friends and ask what was going on and what they were doing. Their loose lifestyle was very alarming to me. They lived without religion. By that time unwed mothers were glorified for having a baby for Hitler. It seemed strange to me that our society changed so suddenly. As time went along, I realized what a great deed my mother did so that I wasn’t exposed to that kind of humanistic philosophy.

Equal Rights Hits Home:

In 1939, the war started and a food bank was established. All food was rationed and could only be purchased using food stamps. At the same time, a full-employment law was passed which meant if you didn’t work, you didn’t get a ration card, and if you didn’t have a card, you starved to death. Women who stayed home to raise their families didn’t have any marketable skills and often had to take jobs more suited for men.

Soon after this, the draft was implemented. It was compulsory for young people, male and female, to give one year to the labor corps. During the day, the girls worked on the farms, and at night they returned to their barracks for military training just like the boys. They were trained to be anti-aircraft gunners and participated in the signal corps. After the labor corps, they were not discharged but were used in the front lines. When I go back to Austria to visit my family and friends, most of these women are emotional cripples because they just were not equipped to handle the horrors of combat.

Three months before I turned 18, I was severely injured in an air raid attack. I nearly had a leg amputated, so I was spared having to go into the labor corps and into military service.

Hitler Restructured the Family Through Daycare:

When the mothers had to go out into the work force, the government immediately established child care centers. You could take your children ages 4 weeks to school age and leave them there around-the-clock, 7 days a week, under the total care of the government. The state raised a whole generation of children.. There were no motherly women to take care of the children, just people highly trained in child psychology. By this time, no one talked about equal rights. We knew we had been had.

Health Care and Small Business Suffer Under Government Controls:

Before Hitler, we had very good medical care. Many American doctors trained at the University of Vienna . After Hitler, health care was socialized, free for everyone. Doctors were salaried by the government. The problem was, since it was free, the people were going to the doctors for everything. When the good doctor arrived at his office at 8 a.m., 40 people were already waiting and, at the same time, the hospitals were full. If you needed elective surgery, you had to wait a year or two for your turn.

There was no money for research as it was poured into socialized medicine. Research at the medical schools literally stopped, so the best doctors left Austria and emigrated to other countries.

As for healthcare, our tax rates went up to 80% of our income. Newlyweds immediately received a $1,000 loan from the government to establish a household. We had big programs for families. All day care and education were free. High schools were taken over by the government and college tuition was subsidized. Everyone was entitled to free handouts, such as food stamps, clothing, and housing.

We had another agency designed to monitor business. My brother-in-law owned a restaurant that had square tables. Government officials told him he had to replace them with round tables because people might bump themselves on the corners. Then they said he had to have additional bathroom facilities. It was just a small dairy business with a snack bar. He couldn’t meet all the demands. Soon, he went out of business. If the government owned the large businesses and not many small ones existed, it could be in control.

We had consumer protection. We were told how to shop and what to buy. Free enterprise was essentially abolished. We had a planning agency specially designed for farmers. The agents would go to the farms, count the live-stock, then tell the farmers what to produce, and how to produce it.
“Mercy Killing” Redefined:

In 1944, I was a student teacher in a small village in the Alps . The villagers were surrounded by mountain passes which, in the winter, were closed off with snow, causing people to be isolated. So people intermarried and offspring were sometimes retarded. When I arrived, I was told there were 15 mentally retarded adults, but they were all useful and did good manual work. I knew one, named Vincent, very well. He was a janitor of the school. One day I looked out the window and saw Vincent and others getting into a van. I asked my superior where they were going. She said to an institution where the State Health Department would teach them a trade, and to read and write. The families were required to sign papers with a little clause that they could not visit for 6 months. They were told visits would interfere with the program and might cause home sickness.

As time passed, letters started to dribble back saying these people died a natural, merciful death. The villagers were not fooled. We suspected what was happening. Those people left in excellent physical health and all died within 6 months. We called this euthanasia.

The Final Steps – Gun Laws:

Next came gun registration.. People were getting injured by guns. Hitler said that the real way to catch criminals (we still had a few) was by matching serial numbers on guns. Most citizens were law abiding and dutifully marched to the police station to register their firearms. Not long after-wards, the police said that it was best for everyone to turn in their guns. The authorities already knew who had them, so it was futile not to comply voluntarily.

No more freedom of speech. Anyone who said something against the government was taken away. We knew many people who were arrested, not only Jews, but also priests and ministers who spoke up.

Totalitarianism didn’t come quickly, it took 5 years from 1938 until 1943, to realize full dictatorship in Austria . Had it happened overnight, my countrymen would have fought to the last breath. Instead, we had creeping gradualism.

Now, our only weapons were broom handles. The whole idea sounds almost unbelievable that the state, little by little eroded our freedom.

“It’s true..those of us who sailed past the Statue of Liberty came to a country of unbelievable freedom and opportunity.

America Truly is the Greatest Country in the World. Don’t Let Freedom Slip Away,
“After America , There is No Place to Go”


All those things she lived through, do they resemble anything we're seeing right now in America? If that doesn't scare the stuffin' out of you, I don't know what will.
Yes, there are those who say "It can't happen in America." or even those who say "Let's wait and see, I think we'll be alright." Well... here's another quote for them;

A government that is big enough to give you all you want is big enough to take it all away. ~Barry Goldwater


Please don't think they, the government, won't do exactly that! Perfect case in point is the Health Care Reform (government takeover) that was passed last night against the will of the people. The reverberations from this bill will be felt for generations, or what's left of us that care. I can only hope and pray that those of us who are concerned about the shenanigans in politics will stand and say...NO, ENOUGH ALREADY!

Whew! I feel much better now. I'm off my soapbox for the day. Returning to the paycheck place tonight so we can keep taking care of our citizens who can't take care of themselves.


And so it goes......

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Dinner With The President...

Politics, n: [Poly "many" + tics "blood-sucking parasites"]
~~~~~Larry Hardiman



In view of the political shenanigans going on with the campaign to pass into law what is being called 'Obamacare', I thought I'd share this little analogy that one of my friends emailed me.

Sadly, it's not just the health care takeover that our government is trying to force upon us, but it seems our Government is out to destroy most everything we've worked our adult lives for. There's a quote I've seen many times that we need to pay attention to:
"If you don't stand for something, you will fall for anything."

A quick search on google suggests that Alexander Hamilton made that statement. It isn't important who did, but it is important we pay attention and take action before it's too late.

The Dinner Roll...

Once upon a time I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President.

I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics.

There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a FREE country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was EARNED honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.

I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room.

We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.

The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen..

"Sorry 'bout that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."

"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass.

Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp. "And his brother, Eric, is very thirsty," said the President.

I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I withheld my comments and decided to play along. I don't want to seem unkind..

My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.

"Eric's children are also quite hungry."

With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me.

I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.

And their grandmother can't stand for long."

I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken.

I turned back to the President.

"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."

I wanted to shout, "that was my coat!" But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled.

Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table.

I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home.

Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.

"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."

My hands were shaking. I felt faint I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor.

The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak, and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.

"By the way," he added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories.

I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind.

There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars...we need to spread YOUR wealth around..."

I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his
crème Brule.

He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair.

He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if it were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss.

I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle.

Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us.

What had I done wrong?

As if answering the unspoken thought, President Obama suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.

"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.

WAKE UP AMERICA!!!


Friday, March 19, 2010

Not So Funny Friday...

I expect to pass through life but once. If therefore, there be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do to any fellow being, let me do it now, and not defer or neglect it, as I shall not pass this way again.
~~~~~William Penn




I had plans to post a few of the Friday Funnies this morning before I laid the body down to sleep. Alas, after reading this post, I didn't feel inclined to do so. If you haven't read it, let me give you a brief synopsis...

Mrs. P. is a young Marine wife who sent her husband off to war in Afghanistan. In his absence, she gave birth to their daughter. Her husband has never held the little angel they were blessed with to raise. Now... she will raise that child by herself. You see, she received the knock at the door that all military families dread the most. Yes, her husband paid the ultimate sacrifice in service to our Nation. Her post is titled, I will always be a Marine Wife. I do hope that the Marines will make sure she is a part of their family for as long as she deems necessary. In fact, I'm betting on it. They have a creed that they live by. Semper Fidelis ~ always faithful.

My heart breaks for this young woman and their daughter, Ariana. As are many others who have read her posting. Instead of my posting the funnies, I'd like to ask you all a favor. If you would be so kind to go to Mrs. P. blog post linked above and write her a comment so that she knows that she isn't alone in her grief. Not that it will help relieve the pain she is enduring, but at least she will know that we as Americans do care about her husband, and the price that he and all his brothers have paid for us.

It's the least we can do.

I know without asking that you all will be praying for this family, and for all military families everywhere. How can we not?

I've read that with spring sprouting all over Afghanistan, we should expect to read a multitude of these stories. It's going to be a hard price to pay. Yet, these men and women are there with their hands raised. Amazing, it is. But it's what they do day in and day out. Please don't forget to include in those prayers, the leaders whose decisions will determine the final outcome of all this. So much depends upon them to be true leaders of Men.




And so it goes......

Thursday, March 18, 2010

I'd Rather Be In...

The most important trip you may take in life is meeting people halfway.
~~~~~Henry Boye





Taken several years ago while visiting Tybee Island, Georgia. I'm thinkin' I need to spend some time on this beach very very soon! Perhaps then, I can ponder the changes and reflect on new solutions to the age old questions of life. Always much easier when staring at the endless cycle of tides and waves.




And so it goes......

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Lovin' My Irishman...Happy St.Patrick's Day!

Oh, the music in the air!
An' the joy that's ivrywhere -
Shure, the whole blue vault of heaven is wan grand triumphal arch,
An' the earth below is gay
Wid its tender green th'-day,
Fur the whole world is Irish on the Seventeenth o' March!
~Thomas Augustin Daly


'Tis a great day to celebrate! The sun is shining, the weather is approaching balmy and I woke up this day for the wearing of the green. All's right with the world, yes?

Here's to hoping you enjoy the music and dance in the video below. Honestly, who can listen to this and stop their toes a'tappin'? Certainly not me...

It's as they say, If you're enough lucky to be Irish, you're lucky enough!





Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter
Lullabies, dreams, and love ever after.
Poems and songs with pipes and drums
A thousand welcomes when anyone comes.
~Author Unknown


Wishing y'all, especially those kissed by the gift of the blarney stone in Ireland...

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!




And so it goes......

A Bit Of Hope...

Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.
~~~~~Lin Yutang


The picture below doesn't surprise me any... what it does is make me proud as all get out. There are many Afghan children who are living in orphanages scattered throughout the country. They have a hard life with very little of the extras our children take for granted here at home. 'Our Guys' request, collect and do their damndest to get those donations to those who need it most. Yep, those little drops...spreading the ripples of hope into the farthest regions of Afghanistan.

Doncha just love them?



Massachusetts Guard helps the less fortunate of Afghanistan by The National Guard.
Members of the 1st Battalion, 101st Field Artillery, Mass. Army National Guard, distribute boxes of clothing, toys and school supplies at an orphanage in Kabul, March 11, 2010. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Nathan Graff)

Afterall, those children are the hope for the future for their country. Actually, our children are the hope for all of us.



And so it goes......

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Kapisa Gets New Outpost...

The torment of precautions often exceeds the dangers to be avoided. It is sometimes better to abandon one's self to destiny.
~~~~~Napoleon Bonaparte



So....Kapisa has or will have a new outpost. Cool! Go here to read the official news.


KAPISA PROVINCE, Afghanistan – French Army infantry soldiers from Task Force La Fayette provide security while engineers from the task force build a new combat outpost in the Tagab valley in Afghanistan’s Kapisa province, Afghanistan, March 4. The new COP will allow for Afghan National Security Force to have a constant presence in the valley and neighboring villages. (Photo by French Army Master Sgt. Sylvain Petremand, Task Force La Fayette – Public Affairs Joint Staff)

And they're looking for a spot for a bridge!

KAPISA PROVINCE, Afghanistan – French forces scout out a site for a new bridge in the Tagab valley in Afghanistan’s Kapisa province, respond to the needs of the residents in the area, March 6, as part of Operation Kapisa Synapse. The objective of the operation was to build a new combat outpost in the heart of the Tagab valley to ensure that Afghan National security Forces maintain a constant presence in the valley and neighboring villages.

Did you notice that the bridge is being looked at for the needs of the residents? Not what the NATO forces think they need or want. Always a good thing!

And the outpost is being built for the AFGHAN National security forces? Not an outpost that ISAF or NATO troops will occupy for any length of time. I'm sure that there will be some of 'Our Guys' who will be there to make sure the ANSF, ANP and ANA understand fully how to utilize this new outpost. HOOBUS!! (oh, that means good)

Slowly, very slowly, progress is being made for and by the Afghan people. Tickles me pink, it does. Now... to get rid of those pesky bad guys so the people of Afghanistan can actually live!



And so it goes......

Monday, March 15, 2010

Mail Undelivered...

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
~~~~~Antoine de Saint-Exupery



This simply must be read. Fair warning though, take tissues with you.


For all those who handled Dillon's undelivered mail...Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I know your all's heart and prayers are with the Fox family, as are mine.



And so it goes......

Feeding The Masses In Helmand...

Hunger: One of the few cravings that cannot be appeased with another solution.
~~~~~Irwin Van Grove



Reading the news that came in overnight, there was a series of videos from the Telegraph UK highlighting a 2 week embed by photojournalist; Heathcliff O'Malley. The one that caught my attention was the one below... feeding 10,000 British soldiers.

Whew! That's a whole heap of stomachs to fill.

I hope y'all watch it as the cook tells just how much is shipped in to make sure 'Our British Guys' are fed.






Just talking about feeding all these guys makes me hungry... And speaking of food, be sure to check out this blog. Looks like some of our own had a competition to see who's the best cook in 'Our Guys' Army.

Oh, one last thing... there's still time to make sure some of our Wounded Warriors have a great time eating another great meal at Landstuhl. Cooking with the Wounded Team, led by Blake Powers aka Laughing Wolf will be heading over on 17 March. Have you donated a few dimes to help show our Heroes that we love them? If not, go here NOW.



And so it goes......

Saturday, March 13, 2010

It's A Small World Afterall...

One can be a brother only in something. Where there is no tie that binds men, men are not united but merely lined up.
~~~~~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry



I've heard it be said that "It's a small war." Meaning that it's likely to meet your neighbors or friends from home in the strangest of places. Much like the two National Guardsmen below who met up again in Afghanistan. I know from my own experiences that seeing friends outside of the ol' home state is a good thing. It reminds us of why we're connected in the first place...



FARAH, Afghanistan (March 3, 2010) -- Guam Army National Guard infantryman Spc. Derek Laguana, a security force member for the Farah Provincial Reconstruction Team (PRT), greets Sgt. Anthony Salonga upon his arrival at Forward Operating Base (FOB) Farah, Afghanistan, March 03, 2010. Laguana, part of the current PRT team, has been in place in Farah since July 2009, and will soon demobilize returning to Guam. Sgt. Salonga and Spc. Laguana met back in 2006 when Laguana first joined the service. “It was great to see him and I didn’t know he got his five,” Laguana said. “His five” refers to Salonga’s new rank of sergeant or E-5, enlisted pay grade 5. (Photo by: U.S. Air Force Master Sgt. Tracy DeMarco)

I'm betting that there was a good time had catching up with each other and all that had transpired in the time they had last been able to converse. Yep, good times indeed.



And so it goes......

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Changes In Kapisa...

Every beginning is a consequence - every beginning ends some thing.
~~~~~Paul Valery



There's been another transfer of authority in Kapisa province. Another group of 'Our Guys' will be making their way home after a year's absence. Let me hear those "WOOHOO's! HOOAH's, OOHRAH's and any other expression of joy for the men and women of this team.































KAPISA PROVINCE, Afghanistan - Military members from Task Force La Fayette gathered at Forward Operating Base Morales-Frazier in the Kapisa province to observe a transfer of authority ceremony, March 8.

Members of Provincial Reconstruction Team Kapisa watched as U.S. Air Force Lt. Col. Thomas Goulter transferred the PRT’s guidon to the incoming team led by U.S. Air Force Lt. Col. Joseph Paguiligan. French Brig. Gen. Marcel Druart presided over the ceremony. This is the first time a French commander has passed the guidon from one U.S. Air Force commander to another, encompassing the traditions of the U.S. Army, U.S. Air Force and French military during the ceremony.

The ceremony is a time-honored tradition dating back to the reign of Frederick the Great of Prussia during the eighteenth century. Organizational flags were created, depicting colors and symbols unique to each unit. The guidon bearing the flag was passed to the leader of the new unit as a public display of allegiance and assumption of duty.

In the presence of special host nation guests from Kapisa and International Security Assistance Force leaders, Task Force Cyclone commander U.S. Air Force Brig. Gen. Joseph Culver highlighted International Women’s Day and the efforts of the “Drifters” to provide a “brighter future for Afghanistan.”

Druart reminded Goulter and the “Drifters” they had established a professional relationship that turned into a friendly relationship. The PRT believed in their mission and performed because they were professional soldiers.
He also welcomed Paguiligan and the “Patriots,” eager to continue to build strong relationships and to enhance the “one goal, one team” vision in aiding the people of Kapisa.
[...]

Please do the clicky click thing here to continue reading the story about the Kapisa PRT. There's also a list of a few names of our guys who received awards and such at the transfer of authority.

Can't you hear the sighs of relief from all the families who wait back here at home? Yeah... me, too.

WELCOME HOME Y'ALL and THANK YOU!!



And so it goes......

Friday, March 5, 2010

Angel Flight...

Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~~~~~Fanny J. Crosby




Over at Multiply, one of the troop supporters posted a video that is worthy of being shared. It is a song dedicated to the pilots of the planes that bring our fallen warriors home. You can buy the song via iTunes or video on CD where all proceeds benefit the Texas National Guard Family Support Foundation.

I hope that you will listen to this wonderful song and realize that we are greatly blessed to have these men and women bringing 'Our Guys' home. Just as we are the greatest Nation to have the men and women who voluntarily give their lives when standing watch over us all. Never forget the costs they and their families pay...







And so it goes......

Friday Funnies...

Humor is the great thing, the saving thing. The minute it crops up, all our irritation and resentments slip away, and a sunny spirit takes their place.
~~~~~Mark Twain




Ack!! It's been a long time since I've posted a few Friday Funnies. Life is sorta busy right now. But really, would we want it any other way? Nahhh, probably not.

So...without any further commentary from the nut gallery, Teh funnies.


Holy Prostitutes'

A man is driving down a deserted stretch of highway when he notices a sign out of the corner of his eye....It reads:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
10 MILES


He thinks this is a figment of his imagination and drives on without second thought....

Soon he sees another sign which reads:


SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
5 MILES


Suddenly he begins to realize that these signs are for real and drives past a third sign saying:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
NEXT RIGHT

His curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls into the drive. On the far side of the parking lot is a
stone building with a small sign next to the door reading:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
He climbs the steps and rings the bell. The door is answered by a nun in a long black

habit who asks, 'What may we do for you my son?'

He answers, 'I saw your signs along the highway and was interested in possibly doing business....'


'Very well my son. Please follow me.' He is led through many winding passages and is

soon quite disoriented. The nun stops at a closed door and tells the man,
'Please knock on this door.'

He does so and another nun in a long habit, holding a tin cup answers the door...
This nun instructs, 'Please place $100 in the cup then go through the large wooden
door at the end of the hallway.'

He puts $100 in the cup, eagerly trots down the hall and slips through the door

pulling it shut behind him.

The door locks, and he finds himself back in the parking lot facing another sign:

GO IN PEACE.
YOU HAVE JUST BEEN SCREWED BY THE SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS.
SERVES YOU RIGHT, YOU SINNER!!!

~~~~~
My Dog...



I went down this morning to sign up my Dog for welfare. At first the lady said, "Dogs are not eligible to draw welfare". So I explained to her that my Dog is black, unemployed, lazy, can't speak English and has no frigging clue who his Daddy is. He expects me to feed him, provide him with housing and medical care, and feel guilty because he is a dog.

So she looked in her policy book to see what it takes to qualify. My Dog gets his first check Friday.

Damn is this a great country or what?
~~~~~


The Laws of Another Type...

Law of Mechanical Repair:
After your hands become coated with grease your nose will begin to itch or you'll have to pee.

Law of the Workshop:
Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner.

Law of Probability:
The probability of being watched is directly proportional to the stupidity of your act.

Law of the Telephone:
When you dial a wrong number, you never get a busy signal.

Law of the Alibi:
If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the very next morning you will have a flat tire.

Variation Law:
If you change lines (or traffic lanes), the one you were in will start to move faster than the one you are in now.

Bath Theorem:
When the body is fully immersed in water, the telephone rings.

Law of Close Encounters:
The probability of meeting someone you know increases when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with.

Law of the Result:
When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it will.

Law of Biomechanics:
The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.
~~~~~


And so it goes......

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Looking For Answers In Wardak...*Updated*

Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.
~~~~~Dr Seuss



Stars and Stripes has a great article up from Monday that you should read about some of 'Our Guys', the 173rd, in Wardak, Afghanistan...

Time is running short this morning or I would put up an excerpt. Since it is so close to time to leave for the paycheck place, I'll just give you the link to the story and hope that you take the time to do the clicky click thing and read it. Oh, they have pictures as well.

Please remember to keep them all in your prayers.

*Update* Just saw this story about the same unit of soldiers above. Out and about in Wardak...ON FOOT! Just as they should be using the COIN approach.



And so it goes......

Monday, March 1, 2010

Three Meals In Afghanistan...

Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other. It is the place of confidence. It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts. It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule.
~~~~~Frederick W. Robertson




It seems I've had this article open in a page for a while now. Finally clicking a link on one of the blogs I follow in reader, I read the article below in a Canadian magazine; The Walrus. It was written by Naheed Mustafa, whose heritage begins in Afghanistan. Her family forced to migrate to other countries due to one reason or another. Sad, yes. But then again, weren't most of our own ancestors immigrants as well? Be it for whatever reason.


Anyway, read how she views things in her ancestors homeland below.





In the days after the Taliban was toppled, the Bibi Mahro Road from Kabul’s airport was an obstacle course of snipers, roadside bombs, and grenades. But by July 2008, Afghan soldiers flanked the now-glass-smooth pavement, their bodies hidden behind monstrous guns. Some sat casually on white plastic patio chairs. As a first look at Afghanistan, this summery scene was a surprising and incongruous image — one that spoke, perhaps, to the war-as-usual mindset I would encounter in many of the country’s inhabitants.
I share an ethnicity with half of Afghanistan’s people, but my ancestral connection to this place is tenuous. In the subcontinent’s post-colonial era (begun in Afghanistan after World War I, and elsewhere with the end of the British Raj after World War II) allegiances, like homelands, were determined by imposed borders. My ancestors belonged ethnically to Afghanistan; emotionally to India; and then, officially, to Pakistan. My family’s looping narrative of migration — mostly willing, occasionally forced — thus began here. At its root is a legend, dating back more than a millennium, that all Pashtuns have a common ancestor who lived and died in Afghanistan.

This shared heritage ensured that I would rarely be treated as a khariji, a foreigner, as I roamed the country. I looked like people on the street and shared their faith, and often had to devote the first ten minutes of conversations to asserting that I wasn’t actually Afghan. I received numerous invitations to visit, and spent hours sitting for meals with families, talking about the country, its past, and its future.
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And so it goes......