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November 30, 2007

Book Review: George Washington - A Military Biography

If you are an American, and learned American history the way it was taught to me, you might be inclined to believe that George Washington chopped down some cherry tree, and then told his father "I Cannot tell a lie. I chopped down the cherry tree." (which was made up by Washington's first biographer, Parson Weems, who lived only two miles from our home)

Depending on when you went to school, you might have been taught that Washington was a great man or a horrible man for having been a slave owner. Again, depending on when or where you went to school, you might believe that George Washington was an incredible blunderer or a strategic and tactical genius, who was as brilliant as Napoleon and George Patton all at once.

No matter what you learned, it is likely that whatever you learned was a bunch of crap.

For centuries, different people, for different reasons, have portrayed Washington as an unstained demigod, while others have reported him to be either a dummy or a nefarious character who is just shy of Satan. It's a real shame, because the real Washington, the man, is a very interesting character WITHOUT all of the embellishment.

In his book, General George Washington - A Military Life, author Edward Lengel strips away the history as reported by people with agendas. He brings the facts of Washington's life, as they pertain to his military experiences.

Here, we see Washington as a teenager, who longs for a life in the uniformed service of the British Crown. He first tries to emulate his older half-brother, who secures him a place as a Midshipman on a British man of war. He was thwarted in this by his very formidable mother, but his dream of serving the crown in uniform went un-extinguished.

After the Death of his half-brother and his wife, nine years later, Washington inherited Mount Vernon, which became his home for the rest of his life, and embarked on the rest of his military career.

At the age of 21, Washington was appointed adjutant, with the rank of Major, in the Virginia militia, and only a few years later, was appointed to the Colonelcy of the 1st Virginia regiment, as they were raised for service against the French, who were encroaching upon British claims to the Ohio Valley in the area that later became Pittsburgh.

We see Washington at his very best and at his worst throughout the French & Indian wars, and the long period between those years and the period immediately preceding the American Revolution. We see the Washington as the only American born militia officer with enough military experience and combat experience, selected by the Continental Congress to lead the as yet unformed American army against the experienced troops of the British Army.

(Washington, seen here as Colonel of the Virginia militia, circa 1772)

During the book, Lengel isn't afraid to discuss Washington's successes nor is he afraid to skewer sacred cows when he talks about Washington's failings as a General.

After reading this very frank, but very fair assessment of Washington's military career, one can only come to the conclusion that General George Washington, taken warts and all, was indeed the person that James Thomas Flexner deemed as "The Indispensable Man"

Washington was neither genius, nor blunderer.  He was a man, a soldier, and a politician.  He was a good field commander, a real fighter, and brave in the face of the enemy.  He never lost his nerve on the battlefield.

The history of the military art screams that Washington's strategy in general was, unbeknownst to him, absolutely correct in that he didn't often try to do things that were beoynd his resources against a better trained, better armed, and better provisioned army.

He might not have been 12 feet tall, but he was the man of the moment, and was equal to the challencge.

Kudos to Lengel for a great book on such an important figure in our history.


This is the way Na BloPoMo ends...

This is the way Na BloPoMo ends...

This is the way Na BloPoMo ends...

Not with a bang, but with a whimper.

(with apologies to Eliot and his devotees)

November 28, 2007

An Interview

Hello all.

My new blog-pal, Anno has sent me some interview guestions to answer for her... here are my answers:

1. I just read your Thanksgiving post, and despite the fact that I've already had a wonderful Thanksgiving feast with a delicious wild mushroom bread pudding, I'm salivating over your corn bread stuffing. You cook. You coach soccer. You have a demanding job, and you are a dedicated husband and father. Not to mention the fact that you write thoughtful and interesting posts that happen to be fun to read. What don't you do?

I don't yodel, nor do I play the guitar.  One of those things would make me very happy.  I'll let you take a guess at which one.

Oh, I don't gamble, either.


2. And with all that you do, what motivated you to begin blogging?

Becuase I am a narcissist?  I blog because I like to write... and I want to be heard! (and all the cool kids are blogging, too!)


3. What are five things you hope to see happen in 2008?

1.  All American troops leaving Iraq

2.  George W. Bush & Dick Cheney impeached, and then indicted and tried for crimes against humanity.  (Surely, illegally, and immorally causing the deaths of nearly half a million people has to be worse crime than lying about a blowjob.  I mean, REALLY!)

3.  Dennis Kucinich, Barack Obama, Bill Richardson, Al Gore, or John Edwards, elected President of The United States.

4.  The Price of gasoline to come down to something close to $2 per gallon.

5.  Get my next tattoo (I want to do this by June).


4. Al Capone once famously said, "You can get more with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone."  What's your take on the role of guns and diplomacy?

I believe that guns CAN be a part of diplomacy.  Sometimes diplomacy includes talking tough.  You can't talk tough if you can't fight... it's seldom effective.  Having said all of that, I certainly don't think that diplomacy should go anything like this:  "Do what we say, or we are invading your country"


5.  Any plans for the further adventures of Hamish MacDonald and Abigail Carter?

Funny you should mention them, because I was back at it last night, while I was waiting for SoccerGirl's Brownie Meeting to end.  Mac and Abbie will be back, rest assured!

November 27, 2007

The Chronological Thankgsgiving

Another Thanksgiving in the books.

Another bout of serious cooking, and I rocked it pretty hard, and I don't mind saying so!

It is hard for me to believe that almost a week has gone by since Thanksgiving, but time marches on, doesn't it?

Here is a little insight into how we spent the day:


I woke up at 0920... which is great on it's own, seeing that I didn't have any soccer or anything like that to rush to. No, my rushing was of another sort. The rush to get in the kitchen and bang those pots and pans!

By 9:25, soccergirl got her birthday greetings... which she was positively vibrating about... she had been awake since 6!

By 9:40, I was in the kitchen, a certain 8 9 year old wanted grits and bacon for breakfast, so who am I to argue on her birthday?

After serving young madam, I started working on my stuffing, you know, make the corn bread, cook the sausage, celery, onions etc...

While that went on, I started bringing the Christmas music up from the basement... which took several trips, as we have a LOT of Christmas music.

Unfortunately, we had a "crazy call" from my mother-in-law, which really PO'ed Mrs Gf. After the call, it took me a while to talk her down so that we could enjoy our day. After which, I ran upstairs to make my VERY brief "Happy Thanksgiving" post.

I returned to the kitchen, and as I take stock of things, I realize that, ****!, I forgot cranberry sauce! "Big deal, you say?" Well, it is to me.

1100 - Go to supermarket, buy extra foil pan, cranberry sauce. Bolt home.

Get back to the kitchen and put on my "Pillage & Burn" CD... and crank it up!

I sat at the laptop in the dining room, and started this post, while listening to the theme from Superman.

OK, time to assemble the stuffing, while listening to the 1812 Overture, but while I am doing it, here is SoccerGirl, to show me her "Golden Hair" (That fabric was part of her Halloween costume.

OK, put that camera down and start on lunch!

Yeah, well it's only frozen pizza today, my dears,. I'm busy here.

OK, clean up break. Clean the counters, load the dishwasher.

Type notes while listening to the Ride of The Valkyries.

1250 Call the faithful to lunch… they immediately go back upstairs to see who gets eliminated on one of those cooking reality shows.

I start the Taylor Hicks' CD while I wait for them to return. Hey, don't laugh. I like Taylor Hicks.

1300 - Eat lunch

1330 - Take a shower and have a shave. Thank God, because I feel kinda nasty.

1400 - SoccerGirl opens first Birthday presents

1405 - Assemble stuffing

Play High School Musical 2 soundtrack... break to sing "You Are The Music In Me" with Soccergirl.

1420 - Assemble green bean casserole (all cooking done last night!)

Write.

Note: Again, it's 70 friggin' degrees. SoccerGirl is wearing her summer clothes today.

History Break: Apparently, the Hessian troops under Colonel Johann Rall during the Dec., 1776 battle of Trenton, were not drunk, as has been reported for over two centuries. Rall's & Knyphausen’s (the other Hessian commander) troops were surprised and overwhelmed because they dismissed first-hand intelligence that Washington’s army was going to move on Trenton.

I guess that shows what happens when militarily superior forces dismiss their opponents just because they are rag-tag. History is full of examples of this.

1440 - OK, time for me to take a break. High School Musical 2 is almost over… I think I am going to listen to Prince while I read about George Washington and the Battle of Princeton.

1530 - Hey! It’s raining! SoccerGirl opens more presents, and particularly loves her new sewing basket, with all of the expected accoutrement's.

1600 - Rain stops. Wind picks up. Streets are drying.

Dishes and clean-up

More birthday presents

1710 - Ham goes into the oven. No... No turkey here... there are only three of us.

Christmas music debuts with The Ramsey Lewis Trio: The Sounds of Christmas". I'll review this later in the week.

SoccerGirl and I made the glaze for the ham.

1815 - Stuffing and Green Bean Casserole go into the oven.

1850 - We glazed the ham.

1915 - Dinner time.

1945 - Ice Cream cake time (I REALLY hate ice cream cake)

2000 - Final clean up... but there isn't that much to do.

2100 - Sit down in my rocking chair and fall asleep... I earned it, too.

2200 - Wake up from my wee nap, and now I am not sleepy (damn!)

2300 - I was "In ur blogz, readin' ur thotz!"

We had a fine day of togetherness. This is what we aspire to in our home life, and we are thankful for it.

GF

November 26, 2007

Haiku (7)

Overcast fall day
Confederate-Nazi drives
Look at that loser!

American Nazis

I wrote the following about two weeks ago, but I figured that I had better post it now, because I don't really want to think of people like the ones I am about to talk about, during the holiday season.

You know, I sometimes find people's attitudes to be disturbing. I really do.

As often as I feel uplifted by the random acts of decency, kindness, love and respect that I witness on a regular basis, I am equally bothered by some of the hateful behaviors of others.

Case in point: This past Tuesday, I was on my way home from work, exiting the fabled Washington beltway (495) onto I-95 (south) via the Springfield interchange (if those places mean nothing to you, don’t worry about it). As I was coming down the ramp, I noticed that the 18-wheel tractor-trailer in front of me, had some unusual markings. The first thing that I noticed was that there was a skeleton key inside of a shield symbol on the mudflaps.

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I thought that was odd, because in my role as military history geek extraordinaire, I knew that that symbol was the marking for a particular unit of the Waffen SS (think World War 2, here). This unit was called the Leibstandarte Adolf Hitler. Translated loosely, it means Adolf Hitler’s Life Guards. I immediately took not of the other markings on the truck, and felt immediately ill.

The other markings that I saw were the lighting bolt runes that were used by the SS during the war. Those lightning bolts were on the truck twice, on each of the back doors of the trailer. On one door, the bolts stood alone, on the other door, they were superimposed over the commonly fish symbol, that many Christians use to mark their faith.

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The next thing I saw was this, written in the old German/Gothic lettering: Gott Segnen Das Deutschen Reich! (God Save The German Empire!)

Oh, and did you see the old "Capitulate Never!" on the other door?  this sort of completes the picture... a saying that the die-hard (and really stupid), would-be modern day Confederates still use in parts of this country.

Confederate Nazis?

Confederate Nazis.

Too much. Too much.

I got out my camera (which I usually keep in the glove box of my patrol car) and started snapping pictures. You will note that they aren’t very clear, but the markings stand out well enough to be seen. Also note that I wish I could have done a better job with these, but I was trying to take the pictures while driving a big ‘ol Crown Victoria at nearly 70 miles per hour (in the heinous Washington, DC traffic).

I took the pictures of the back of the truck and then moved to get some pictures of the doors. Note the big Nazi Eagle that you can see (not too clearly).

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The name of the company is Leibstandarte Transportation, based out of North Carolina.

A transportation company… from North Carolina...named after a Nazi military unit. With prayers for the German “Reich” on the doors. With lightning bolts over a Christian symbol.

Nice.

Would it shock you to hear that when the driver noticed that I was hovering near his truck, and taking photos, he immediately started to decelerate. He also sat back far enough so that I couldn’t get a shot of his face.

No matter… what I saw was enough for me to make a spot report to the... appropriate people. My photos went with it.

As sad as all of this makes me, I wish I could tell you that I was shocked by it… but I wasn’t.

And we worry about The Taliban.

November 25, 2007

NaBloPoMo(Fo)

Call me strange, but this NaBloPoMo(Fo) button makes me laugh... hard, everytime I see it or think of it.

Call me juvenile.

November 24, 2007

Gunfighter's Christmas/Birthday List

I have no illusions.

I don't believe that there are people trying to figure out what to get me for Christmas or my 44th birthday (which is December 6th, in case you were wondering), but, I thought that I would tell you what is on my list of things that I wish someone… anyone, would feel kindly enough to gift me with... you know... just in case.

So, here they are:

Fiction

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Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket“Ice, Iron, & Gold”, by S.M. Stirling




Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket“The Last Colony”, by John Scalzi




Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket“Calculating God”, by Robert J. Sawyer






Non-Fiction

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket“A New Dictionary of Saints - East and West", by Michael Walsh



Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket“Paul of Tarsus - A Visionary Life”, by Edward Stoufton




Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket“Cochrane:  The Real Master & Commander”, by David Cordingly



Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket“Write It When I’m Gone - Conversations with Gerald Ford”, by Thomas DeFrank


Oh, and this is on my list, too.

Gander Mountain Gift Cards (because your friend Gunfighter needs a new easy chair to sleep in blog from)


GF (with 18 minutes to spare, by God!)

November 22, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving/Birthday

Happy 9th Birthday, Soccer Girl!!!

Wishing a happy Thanksgiving to those in the United States celebrating the holiday today.

Wishing a really happy day to those who aren't.

Er... it's late November, and it's so warm all the windows are open... GW Bush says climate change is a matter of opinion.  If you voted for that idiot... take a moment here, to kick yourself in the ass.

GF

November 21, 2007

The Fall Soccer Tournament

I have started this post five separate times since Monday, in vain attempts to strike some sort of chord. On this, my sixth attempt, I am going to do what I should have done in the first place… tell you about our weekend soccer tournament, focusing not on the odd cultural event that these things can be, but on what this one meant to Soccer Girl, and to the family as a whole.

Our Soccer Club only had one All-Star team in our division, despite the fact that various folks in the club office wanted to have at least two… tough shit, folks… Yours Truly is the League Director this season, and I don’t want two or three all-star teams drawn from nine teams… I want the best team that we can field, drawn from the nine teams… not some primadona show, where some, more exalted coaches get to take their teams as a whole to the tournament. I know some clubs do that… but sue me for being something of an egalitarian. Our All Star team was drawn by picking two of the best players from each team… except for the two coaches that refused to participate if it wasn’t going to be their way.

Well, f*** ’em! (the coaches… not the kids)

This was a large tournament, with 433 teams competing in varying age groups, both boys and girls. The tournament was so large that the fields were spread out over three counties!

Our story starts on a cool, crisp, Saturday morning. I was decently rested, since I had the good sense to leave our happy hour gathering before the REAL fun started… We gathered all of our things, including the folding chairs, Insta-Bench, mittens, jackets, fleecey blankets, books, etc… and loaded them all into the trunk.

We were a little behind schedule, so we had to step on it, in order to get to the field on time. We arrived in time to find a last remaining parking spot… OK, so it was a handicapped spot… Don’t call the SWAT team… I moved the car shortly thereafter.

Anyway, we found our team, and Coach Patty took over. The girls had their warm-up while the parents scouted out the fields, which were pretty cool. It’s rare that the U-9 kids get to play on the artificial turf! I mean, these fields were BE_YOU_TEE_FULL!

Soccer Girl and her chums played a good game of Soccer, but tied the first game. They tied their second game as well. After the second game, we had a few hours before the third game (they were playing 4, 25 minute, mini-games), so we went to lunch.

It really was a beautiful day. This late in November, we could have expected cooler temperatures and some amount of precipitation, but instead, it was cool, crisp, and sunny for the whole day.

At the end of the day, Soccer Girl’s team ended the day with three ties and a win. The teams were evenly matched for the most part, and the girls played hard and tough, without whining (except in the case of one or two). At the end of the day, we were in 5th place out of twelve teams, which was respectable, considering the short amount of time the girls had to practice together.



We went home with a happy but tired eight year old (who was really stinky after her day of

athleticism). After SG was fed and watered (and thankfully bathed) she went off to sleep, while Mrs. GF and I talked about our day. Since we are still in the midst of NaBloPoMo, I got online, and began my post for the day, during which I apparently fell asleep at the computer for nearly two hours… finally posting something, and then going straight to bed.

Sunday morning broke bright and clear, and we were better organized for our day. Out first game was at 8:45, so we had to be at the field by 8:15... Which meant we had to be Johnny-on-he-spot getting up and out. You know what this means, don’t you? It means that Gunfighter had to get up at 6:45.

6:45.

On.

Sunday.

Morning.

I wasn’t amused.

We got to the field in plenty of time (ok, right on time), and got right down to business. This round of play was all do or die. We had the potential to play 3 games, but any losses meant elimination.

We handily won our first game, and the girls were on fire.

The second game was…. Different.

In the second game, we played the team that was the top seed of the whole tournament. To make a long story short, we got our asses handed to us. Badly. We got mauled. It was 5-0 at halftime. Coach Patty was organizing for the second half, while coach Gunfighter pumped up the girls on the bench. Some of the other dads were coaches, too, so we were able to stiffen the girls spine for the second half.

The second half was different from the first, in that our girls were physically and mentally tougher that they were at the start. Despite being tired, our girls battled back, and made the other team take notice. To be sure, we were outclassed, but at least we held them to two goals in the second half. When the final whistle blew, the girls were able to run off the field with their heads up, knowing that they gave it their all.

I was so proud of them. I was also proud of soccer girl. She was tough, strong, determined and brave.

The tournament ended for us, with our team finishing fourth out of twelve. As it turns out, the only team to beat us on the whole weekend was the team that won the tournament.

Not too shabby.

We had a fun weekend together. It was the thing that we like… concentrated family time.

Of course, the laundry is all piled up, ready for me to do on Wednesday (today), because we didn’t do it over the weekend.

Big fun.

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November 17, 2007

Bloggers Night Out.

To make along story short, we had a fine time last night.

We gathered at popular Capitol Hill watering hole, the Hawk 'n Dove, which was a favorite place of mine when I was a much younger man, living on The Hill back in the late 80's and early '90s.

It is always a great time when you get to meet such nice, like-minded, fellow bloggers.

Here are the great folks I got to meet last night... some for the very first time:

Mamalikey
Kim
Devra Renner
Unquiet Heart (and cool dude, Chris!)
Mamma Loves
Flower Child
Madame Meow

I would go on at great length, but I spent all day at a soccer tournament, and I am friggin' beat.

Must sleep.

Cheers,

GF

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