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Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Dr. Sam and the Managed Care Blues Band: A Heartfelt Tribute to our WWII Veterans

"Before You Go" - Tribute to WWII Veterans and all veterans. Our WWII vets are passing on at about 2,000 a day now. WWII was a war that really was necessary to preserve our freedoms and way of life, unlike the propaganda lies we've been told about wars since then.These old men were young when they fought that war, like our troops today who fight and get maimed and die. America owes them a tremendous debt and much gratitude.

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I wonder if Patriotic Trio will think these men are "stupid and useless" because they are old. If it had not been for these old men, they would not be able to enjoy the freedoms they have today, even the freedom of speech to write obnoxious comments.


4 Comments:

  • At Tuesday, February 28, 2006 4:24:00 AM , Blogger Granny said...

    I have a cousin in his 80's who served in the Navy during WW II. I was 7 when it finally ended.

    My mom made skirts for me out of his wool "navy blues" once he was safely home. Itchy skirts but they never wore out. I sometimes wished they had.

    Rationing of course. Even after the war, some things remained hard to come by and we improvised.

    Funny the things we remember.

     
  • At Tuesday, February 28, 2006 5:32:00 AM , Blogger Unknown said...

    Yes, sugar stamps, tire stamps, blackouts where we had to cover our windows so not a glimmer of light showed. If a bit of light showed, an Air Raid Warden would quickly come knocking at your door.Gasoline rationing. No TV back then but everyone huddled around the radio listening to the news. All the movie theaters showed Movie Town News before the feature and we could see news movies of the war. Ernie Pyle.
    Kilroy was here, with the nose and eyes peeking over the fence. All the kids copied that face on our school norebooks, etc.

    Drives to collect goods to send to England and all the school children brought soap, toiletries, and bouillon cubes to school to add to the packages. Propaganda cartoons showed at school; blackout shades drawn to darken the room, teacher set up a screen on a tripod, and threaded the film onto the reel, and then the glorious whirrr of the projector as cartoon characters cavorted on the screen. Tojo was always depicted as a slant eyed, bucktoothed little man with glasses. Everywhere there were the patriotic posters: Rosie the Riveter with her muscled arm cocked up and saying "we can do it"; "Loose lips sink ships" with a stern Uncle Sam and in the background a sailor and maybe a sinking ship; the ubiquitous stern Uncle Sam pointing his finger and the legend "Uncle Sam Wants You". Victory gardens, even if it was just in a flower bed, where citizens grew their own produce. We had a large piece of land and my father grew enough veggies for most of our closely knit, large extended family. Mother and Grandmother canned everything and to this day I hate scalding tomatoes and slipping the skins. Snapped enough beans and shelled enough peas to sink that battleship. Mother had a little device that you shoved a corn cob down and it cut away the kernels. Our Jersey cows were generous with their milk and Mother even canned extra milk. She used glass jars as a rule but then got really modern and started buying cans, lids and a can sealer. I liked turning the handle to seal the lids on the tins.
    In those times, like during the Great Depression you used it up, wore it out, or did without. Not a scrap of anything was wasted. Daddy had a cobbler set with various sizes of metal shoe lasts and he'd re-sole our shoes. New shoes were not plentiful; leather was needed for the war effort. There were not very many man-made materials for shoes as there are now.
    The Naval Air Station was at that time the largest in the US, with a number of P-fields around the countryside. My father was in Civil Service and worked at the main base. Our city was literally swarming with sailors.
    I remember the radio address when president Roosevelt announced war with Japan after Pearl Harbor, and all the men looking stern and solemn and the women crying. And then my uncles looking so important in their military uniforms, and the worry of the family when they went away. It was a scary time.
    Americans favored an Isolationist policy after WWI and were very much against the US getting into the war, until Pearl Harbor. Overnight their fury and grief galvanized a nation and citizens backed the President and the war 100%. Lines of men stretched for blocks as they waited to enlist in the service.
    There are a number of WWII vets living in this apt. complex but at least a dozen have died since I've been here. One is now in a nursing home; he lied about his age and joined the Navy when he was 16. My best friend here was a Rosie the Riveter and she tells interesting stories about her and her best friend riveting on airplanes. I really should begin writing down her stories; that is history.

     
  • At Tuesday, February 28, 2006 5:59:00 AM , Blogger Granny said...

    I have to write this down before I forget. My uncle had a corn shelling device. We put the ear of dried corn in and turned a hand crank. Voila. Corn for the chickens and cobs for the outhouse (kidding - shame on me).

    Good night again - still no cat.

     
  • At Tuesday, February 28, 2006 9:48:00 AM , Blogger Mother Sharon Damnable said...

    Worried American, yes you really should begin writing memories down, the Imperial War Museum is recording peoples stories.

    I took my Children to a day when people who had been evacuated from London to the countryside were available to talk to, it was fascinating, so interesting to hear from people them selves.

    We also visited the Holocaust exhibition, children under 16 are only allowed in with an adult, I remember most of all a tale from a survivor of Auschwitz she said a young man prisoner was acting like he was touched and mumbling, he was repeating over and over in Hebrew "You are eighteen, you have a trade"

    I grew up after rationing was over here but can remember bomb sites in London, we were taught never to forget what happened during the Second World War.

    Times have changed, now it seems like people aren't supposed to remember yesterday never mind anything else.

     

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