Sunday, July 7, 2024

The Army will Kill You: Or it Won't

 The Army will Kill You: Or it Won't 

    If you ever put on a military uniform, you might feel a few things that others do not. That is normal. Because by donning that uniform, in this case the U.S. Army's, you become part of something that is bigger than you, that has many different meanings; you as an individual have to reconcile who you are and what the uniform is, and your duties as such as a member of this service, and who you belong to and who you are subordinate to, and where that might lead. Where it will lead.

    Where will it lead? Not everyone knows, no one knows. As told to me by an early Army interviewer, who had confidence in his rank and knowledge: you as a soldier will get the right people killed and save the right people from being killed. Bottom line up front. Kind of blunt, true, but more or less accurate. The Army has the intent of killing some people. Saving the rest. That is what a military organization does at the end of the day. Prevents wars, starts war, ends wars.

    People do get hurt and killed in all the interims of military service. But, or however, or nevertheless, we in the United States Army try to mitigate those contingencies. Nice words to say: we will prevent the loss and losses of human life to the best of our ability. We will risk our own lives and that of others to stop the unnecessary loss of lives that should not happen. Check any U.S. conflict or war. That is what we tried to do, every single time. No matter how controversial, like Vietnam for fifteen years from Eisenhower to Ford, or the Second Iraq war from Bush to Obama, or arguably into the Biden years, we have gone to those places to save lives and take a few, too.

    We in the Army belong to our respective units; we attach to other elements and units and commands. We answer to immediate bosses, but there are bosses above them and a whole gamut of private and public personas who become our mentors, coaches, cheerleaders, detractors, haters and lovers. We are owned by them; we own ourselves to a degree, but the uniform and its oaths and duties oblige us to be owned. We are not our own free agents, to come and go as we please. We have autonomies, limited or wider freedoms, much of the time, but we know that ultimately our lives and dispositions our not ours for the giving or taking. We will be at the beck and call of the commander, and to the fates and intentions of the enemy, and at times lucky or cursed fate.

    Accidents happen, beyond our best plans, intentions, and precautionary measures. An economist at UCLA that I studied with said more or less that the Army was really good at one thing, for sure: "getting people killed". Fair enough. My interviewing readiness sergeant would sort of echo those words about purposeful death a few years later, when I joined as an older soldier, having already done a Master's degree in Los Angeles. So much for formal education! What gets us what we want? 

    Education and degrees? Military experience and deployments? Great job movement and productivity as a worker or manager, or investor? Networking and meticulous attention to detail in our respective careers and particular professions? Yes, yes, and yes. The rule of law protects us in all these matters, law enforcement allows us to thrive or at minimum survive as workers in whichever industry or endeavor. Militaries exist to provide those circumstances. Militaries topple enemies of those values and institutions. The United States came to be in order to throw off the shackles of the British monarchy. It had to fight off its former oppressor again in the War of 1812.

    By the early 1800s the U.S. Army and its European-based citizens were used to accomplishing their own types of oppressions and extreme forms of power and control. American Indians succumbed in land and sovereignty for centuries, as the African-Americanized enslaved peoples went under the lash and boot of their white human owners. The U.S. Army fought for the rights of white men and their properties more than any single cohort. And thus it was.

    In the 1840s Texas and the Western North American territories were at stake with the Washington-based government; the U.S. Army and Marines tangles with the Government of Mexico and its forces to create vast holdings of land across to the Pacific. Then the United States truly did become united as a land of continuous states and territories, filling out its continental girth as the other peoples of the New World would eventually do.

    In answer to the slavery issue, a barbaric practice that needed to be remedied, the U.S. Army faced itself from 1861 to 1865. Half a million troops died in order to resolve that conundrum and travesty. Some, or many, argue that the reverberations of those generations of human bonded peoples still are felt into the 21st century. However, the U.S. Army prevailed, the Northern one commanded by D.C. under Lincoln. The Army is about collective liberation, not totalitarian regimes and restrictive human conditions.

    Spain fell next, as did its former colonized peoples in the possessions of the Caribbean and the farther Pacific islands. Germany, Austro-Hungary, and the Ottoman Empire would be up next for our dough boys and devil dogs, assisted by the Navy, and burgeoning Army air forces. Germany had to be thwarted again a short generation later, throwing in Italians and Romanians in that continent, plus the potent empire of Japan on the other side of the planet. The Army of our great land learned to serve defeat to two huge threats across two separate oceans. 

    And so it was in the Korean peninsula, and southeast Asia, and Grenada in the Caribbean, and Panama and Kuwait, and more recently Iraq, Afghanistan, plus the constant threats of Somalia and elsewhere Insurgents, near peers, terrorists and even illegal drug sellers face our wrath and determination. The U.S. Army commits to topple and subdue enemies of the country and its friends and allies. All these acts and actions require the utmost commitments and dedicated sacrifices of the soldiers that undertake these assignments, missions, operations, and orders.

    Who is next? China? Russia? Iran? Someone else? We fight all enemies, foreign and domestic, even ourselves. Suicide is another worthy or deadly opponent of the U.S. Army. Apathy, neglect, low morale, attrition, abuse of power, poor training or budgets, all sorts of setbacks and challenges defy the great U.S. Army. These are internal issues and problems that soldiers of all ranks and stations deal with, not to count or mention the official enemies that we line up with across time and space. Drones, cyber threats, enemies lurk in every corner and pocket of the imagination, and again ourselves. 

    Our consciences, our own motivating factors and selfish wants, our own standards or thresholds of competencies may threaten our status within the U.S. Army. From Commander-in-chiefs to top generals and political appointees and other authorities, to local commanders and bosses, to our families and our friends. Why submit? Why commit? Why join? Why stay? Why not quit? Why not have your life back from the caprices and fickle mandates of the U.S. Army, big and small? Your freedom, your days and years, late or early hours, or both, demanded on so heavily by the vagaries or exigencies of the uniform, the duty to God and country.

    Who is your God? Whom do you serve, to quote Joshua of the Bible? Is the Army the ultimate arbiter of your greater destiny? No. God is the same, uniform or not. He is in charge. But then again, your master is the U.S. Army. You are owned, sworn soldier in oath and writing. The U.S. Army owns you, you fall under their command and desires. The uniform and enlistment or commission signifies and portends to your ownership, and it belongs to Uncle Sam, the U.S. military and its Army.

    You answer to them. You are owned by them. As long as you put on that uniform, they own you. Are you free? Yes and no. Will they kill you? Yes and no. Will you save others from death? Yes and no. Will the U.S. Army protect and serve? Yes and no. Will the Army kill and/or subdue its enemies? Yes and no. Will the U.S. Army be triumphant? We work in that way so it should be. Will the U.S. Army be defeated? Possibly, someday.

    Will every soldier win? No. Will the greater group survive and obtain victory? Usually yes.

    Again, the Army will kill you. Or it won't.

    Long live the U.S. Army. Or die trying. But what we all recommend: go forth and do great things, and never leave a battle buddy behind. Come home with honor. Be worthy of dignity at all times.

    Alive or dead.

    Oh, yeah. And don't give up. Give in, relinquish power or control when appropriate or necessary, but don't quit. Concede defeat, but never give up hope. Do the right thing. Survive and conquer.

    The Army, with or without all its soldiers, will keep rolling along.

    [To be continued.]

    

My Mom would be 84 Today

 My Mom would be 84 Today

    Happy birthday, Mom! Ahh, she would be pretty far along if she were alive still. But she is not.

    She got sick, or diagnosed, with liver cancer in 2012; she lasted or endured another year plus to pass away March 4, 2014. Her life was longer than many; I am grateful for her presence throughout my life till then, and the graces of her life lived and those left behind associated with her have blessed me since.

    She had us three children, all still living and getting it done in 2024, all having raised our own children, her grandchildren, doing pretty well as the generations begat of her. Her genes still going, some of her traits, social and personal. She did some really cool things in her life, some of the highlights being a volunteer service person in foreign lands. 

    She had her pet peeves and a few habits or what some would call vices, but she made those around her happy and made life better for those that she interacted with.

    Another life lived in the United States, or at times West Africa or Southeast Asia, another mother and wife and sister and daughter and worker and helper. Another church member, neighbor, friend and loved one.

    We miss you still. Your oldest sister just joined your heavenly throng a couple weeks ago, she was 89. Your other sister joined you a few short years ago.

    You are with your parents and other family passed on.

    We will all join you soon enough! Cannot say the time, but this will happen. We will all be together once again, so we celebrate you and remember and cherish your person in my life and others; I run thorough a litany or legacy of thoughts, feelings, memories, sentiments, experiences, places in my family, with her, around her, since her, my own children or nieces and nephews and spouse (and her family and partners) and others not knowing her since then, or me representing her thorough my memories of during the 73 years lived that was a part of. I shared mine, some 43 years. Not bad.

    I think I have been really blessed by such a person, one of my closest supporters and friends.

    Happy birthday, ma.

The 600 Home Run Club - And then there were Five, Part I

The 600 Home Run Club - And then there were Five

    A-Rod, Willie, Junior, Thome, and Sosa.

    Do those names evoke anything? If you know anything, or more, about baseball in the major leagues of the Northern Hemisphere and its history and lore, then at least one of those names should ring some bells. All of them were some of the best players in baseball history, and all of them are in the top ten all-time home run hitters. These are the five of the 600 club as of 2024.

    Instead of Alex Rodriguez, to begin with, I will mention and feature maybe the best all-around baseball player of all-time: Willie the Say Hey Kid, Mays. He did everything well. He did everything in baseball more than well, except for pitch from the mound. So maybe today's 30-year-old Shohei Ohtani is that guy. We will see what happens the next ten years for the Japanese wonder. He pitches and hits great, but he has had some injuries. Willie had a great, I think, injury-free career. Hard to do. Ask Mike Trout or Bryce Harper, or Giancarlo Stand, some of the best hitters of our age. All have had lost significant playing time to disabled lists. Body parts that break and are unable to perform.

    But he did miss a year due to military service in 1953. Amazing. Why do people who are good citizens today not believe it is great to serve in the military branches? Because millions of great men and women have done it before them, and they paved the way. Thank you, Mr. Mays. You were forced or obliged to eat the service cake, and then you went on to be an all-time stud.

    Willie Mays retired from the game at age 42 in 1973. He played in 66 games, garnered 239 plate appearances, hitting six home runs, totaling his career sum to 660. Not bad. He did all the things: hit, hit for power, run, field, and throw. A champion in all senses. He did win one World Series, and competed in many pennant races. He only died a couple of weeks ago at the age of 93. Quite the human specimen. Never accused of cheating, to my knowledge.

    Then we have Alex Rodriguez, the wunderkind and 90s and 21st century star who has been caught doing those PEDs, the performance enhancing drugs. He finished his career with 696 home runs, but like Bonds, it was besmirched with the hits on his integrity. Drugs. Not cool. Still in 2024 not in the Hall of Fame, as Bonds, or Clemens, the great pitcher, or Rafael Palmeiro, or Mark McGuire, in the 500-home run club. None of them have been voted in because of their alleged or confirmed cheating through drugs. Chemicals that give them an illegal advantage in strength or muscle switch powers.

    A-Rod became a big popular icon, dating famous people, racking up killer numbers and joining the juggernaut market of New York City. He won one World Series, which was considered a weakness in his teams compared to the team with a younger Derek Jeter before. But he was suspended for juicing, and the reputation was forever tarnished.
    
    Rodriguez ended his illustrious numerical but dubious professional career at age 41 in 2016. His final season as a Yankee, after the one championship season in 2009; he played in 65 games with 243 plate appearances, 9 home runs. He missed a lot of time in 2014 due to PED suspension, hurting his realistic chances of passing up Ruth, or Aaron, or Bonds.

    More on Griffey, Thome, and Sosa in Part II. 

Saturday, July 6, 2024

700 Home Run Club - Alive and Dead in 2024

 700 Home Run Club - Alive and Dead in 2024

    Only four men in the history of major league baseball--going back to 1900 and before-- have hit seven hundred plus home runs during the course of their career. Babe Ruth was the original pioneer of the long ball, as the Sultan of Swat, who retired from the game in 1935 at age 40. He hit only six long ones in 28 games, 92 plate appearances that season, in the middle of the Depression. He died in 1948, at age 53. My age now. Whew! Perhaps I am grateful I have my life, and hopefully many years to come. Good wishes to the Bambino and his heirs. He lived great and died young, as many luminaries do.

    Hank Aaron came next; he finished his career in 1976 at age 42. That last year, the bicentennial of our country, two years after he broke the Bambino's career record, he hit 10 home runs in 85 games and 308 plate appearances. He lived a good, long life till age 86, a few weeks from 87, and died in January 2021. 

    Barry Bonds surpassed both to be the current all-time leader. He ended his career (or it was ended, perhaps more accurately, because of the way he was not contracted in 2008) in 2007 at age 42. He played in 126 games, had 477 plate appearances, and hit 28 home runs. He had more in his tank, at that age like Hank, but consensus was that the fuel in the tank was tainted with cheater's juice (Performance Enhancing Drugs), and therefore the game and its establishment allowed him to surpass Hammering Hank in the books, but he was done as a player and contributor to the sport. Barry is now 59 as of this year, and seems to be doing well, with a long life to live.

    Last of this elite foursome is Albert Pujols, who retired a short while ago; he was never accused of nor suspected of juicing with steroids or Creatin or whatever performance enhancer you can name. Unlike Mark McGuire, Sammy Sosa, and Rafael Palmeiro. More of them in the 600 and 500 Home Run Clubs.

    Albert terminated his stellar career at age 42 also, like Aaron and Bonds, in 2022. That season he impressed many, participating in 109 contests with 351 plate appearances and 24 homers.  Like Barry, he seemed to have some power left in his batteries but he took the high road and called it a day, a season, an all-time great and classy career. Pujols is 44 years young now, born in 1980.

    These four are the standards for home runs and playing the game with power, but there are others that deserve as much attention and aplomb. Willie Mays? Mickey Mantle? Ted Williams? Who else? Some of them had injuries, at least one did time in the military, DURING WARS. And served with honor and bravery.

    What of the 600-run club? Or the 500 guys? Injuries? Too much alcohol? More military service? Called up to the Bigs too late? I want to investigate a bit more...

Black Cinema - A Thing to Think About, Analyze

 Black Cinema - A Thing to Think About, Analyze

    Racial Perspectives

    To begin with, most of us Americans qualify and define ourselves as white, Black, Latino, Asian, and a good slew of other races and ethnic backgrounds. There are American Indians, or natives and/or indigenous; there are Arabs, Persians, Turks, and to be fair, all types of Europeans and Latinos and others. Polynesians. There are Africans, both white and Black, from the African continent.

    As Americans, we are that. We are Americans first, in many cases. We are of all colors and hues and accents and backgrounds, economic statuses and beliefs and lifestyles. We watch entertainment in differing ways and tastes. Some watch more movies, others more TV, which can be live, broadcast or streamed; there is social media and Internet entertainment and communications, plus the radio and literature.

    Race and ethnicity figures into the sway and influence and flavors, if you will, of who we are, how we talk to each other, and how we identify or see or perceive ourselves. Sometimes the racial aspects of who we are trump other factors, and we must respect that. Think about the differences and nuances, which can be good and healthy. Just not too much, right?

    Black people have felt oppressed and relegated as second-class citizens a lot of American history, which needs to change. We all need to be first tier people, first class, and no one should feel marginalized. Race and skin color should not determine our perceptions and fates.

    Black Movie Makers

    Some artists and film makers are Black, notably; the films and art that they create reflect on African-American views and influences. Spike Lee has been among Black filmmakers for a few generations now. Before there were other Black artists in cinema, much of which I am ignorant about. I do know that a famous and influential white film guru, Quentin Tarantino, was impacted by Black Cinema as a young man, and those people and visions and stories his way of portraying characters, dialog, and the visual arts. Not a small thing. He also like Chinese theatre, which was big into kung fu in his era and the neighborhood movie venues he attended in Southern California.

    Spike Lee has his place and has multiple films that I very much like, appreciate. Malcolm X is a must see for all. However, there can be better than him, especially when it comes to race.

    Now we have Jordan Peele; as I re-watched one of his films last night, with my college graduate daughter, who delves pretty strongly into the arts and psychology, I told her that I respect Peele as a director because from what I can see he approaches film and narrative from a smarter storyteller than from other Black directors and films that I have seen. Not all are puerile and immature, or infantile and insulting to a mature intelligence, but too much cinema in general is way too offensive and insulting to many of us.

    I pray that Peele continues to grow and mature as an artist. I have hopes that Black Cinema, as all movie makers, can become more sophisticated and less degrading and bottom-line crude and insulting. It is not a racial problem alone: it is a genre wide issue. Movies have to get better at portraying good and worthwhile narratives. Not just cheap pabulum. We need more intelligent and gracious stories on screen.

    I will submit this to Artistic Musings, for sure.

     

Friday, July 5, 2024

The Fickle Game of Baseball and Getting Patrick Corbin another Win

 The Fickle Game of Baseball and Getting Patrick Corbin another Win

    Patrick Corbin; snake bit as a long-time starting pitcher, but highly paid. Bittersweet, this game, sport, and business. The career itself of Mr. Corbin.

    He has lost a lot since the World Series winning team of which he was a great contributor to their success in 2019. But it has been pretty rough since.

    Tonight he had a 5-0 lead early and left up 5-3.

    So, the Nats blew it in extra innings.

    Ah, to get win 99, or 100. Taking many more YEARS than expected.

    Tough go.

    It was, however, a quality start, and Patrick much deserved the win. Great start, lamentable finish by his teammates. Once again. AGAIN.

See below for his historical buddies who sit at 98 and 99 wins in the majors:

639.Jimmy Callahan (13)991603.0R
 Charlie Ferguson (4)991514.2R
 Mark Gardner (13)991764.2R
 Joey Jay (13)991546.1R
 Sparky Lyle (16)991390.1L
 Joe Shaute (13)991818.1L
 Al Smith (12)991662.1L
 George Suggs (8)991652.0R
 Elam Vangilder (11)991715.2R
 Jason Vargas (14)991643.0L
649.Andy Ashby (14)981810.2R
 Al Benton (14)981688.1R
RankPlayer (yrs, age)WinsIPThrows
 Patrick Corbin (12, 34)981817.2L
 LaMarr Hoyt (8)981311.1R
 Mike LaCoss (14)981739.2R
 Guy Morton (11)981629.2R
 Jim O'Toole (10)
Callahan got 99 wins in 4 seasons! Different era, for sure.

Thursday, July 4, 2024

We Need to Talk and Communicate - Better, Healthy, and Productively

 We Need to Talk and Communicate - Better, Healthy, and Productively

    I have all the answers. Just listen to me.

    No, not all the answers. Many, though.

    We do not know how to share, at the end of it.