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Greetings! You are reading an article from The Mudville Gazette. To reach the front page, with all the latest news and views, click the logo above or "main" below. Thanks for stopping by! May 29, 2003 BOB HOPE VILLAGEBy GreyhawkHere, go check this out. . Have some fun, then come back here and read this. 1995, Eglin Air Force Base, NW Florida Bob Hope, of course. The legend. He has retired from all performances save one. He does an annual fundraiser for Bob Hope Village, the Air Force Enlisted Widows home just outside the gates of Eglin in beautiful Shalimar, Florida. Here live the widows of the men who defeated Hitler, and of some who held the 38th Parallel that stands to this day as the frontier of freedom from communist tyranny. Some served from WWII through Korea and Vietnam before retiring, to modest pensions and better times. All were heroes. These are not spacious luxury accommodations by any means. Those who live there would not be familiar with that lifestyle. They probably moved to new "quarters" every two or three years for most of their lives, getting rid of much of their possessions each time to remain below the woefully inadequate weight limits imposed on the military. These women are used to a simple lifestyle, and that is what this place offers. But for this these surviving members of the Greatest Generation would have nothing. Had you even heard of this place before? If a modern celebrity were to support something of this nature it would be trumpeted constantly in the press. The cameras would not stop rolling. There were no cameras on the old man being helped into the plane. There was only local news coverage of his last ever show. Undoubtedly none was sought. He would not return again. Fitting that his last performance was so low key, and for a cause he truly believed in. Bob kept the faith with the laughing men in the old grainy film, the crowd at the USO shows. He has given back like few before and none since. Now it's 2003. My children are 17, 15, and 12. They do not know this man. That's the passage of time, but also my fault. We're going to fix that with some videos. Can't rent 'em here, but Bob's stuff is dirt cheap at Amazon - all the Road movies on DVD, thirty bucks. A little less then whatever the latest SNL deserter's stuff would cost. So that leaves me something for the widows too. Happy birthday, Mr. Hope. And thanks for the memories. Posted by Greyhawk / May 29, 2003 7:46 PM | Permalink 3 Comments |
November 26, 2010America@war [Greyhawk]
I think anyone who's ever pondered the "comment" option - once only available on blogs and bulletin boards, now ubiquitous on almost any web site - will appreciate this:
The so-called faculty of writing is not so much a faculty of writing as it is a faculty of thinking. When a man says, "I have an idea but I can't express it"; that man hasn't an idea but merely a vague feeling. If a man has a feeling of that kind, and will sit down for a half an hour and persistently try to put into writing what he feels, the probabilities are at least 90 percent that he will either be able to record it, or else realize that he has no idea at all. In either case, he will do himself a benefit. That's wisdom from the past, captured for posterity at the US Naval Institute, shared via the web on the institute's 137th anniversary. From their about page:
"The Naval Institute has three core activities," among them, History and Preservation: The Naval Institute also has recently introduced Americans at War, a living history of Americans at war in their own words and from their own experiences. These 90-second vignettes convey powerful stories of inspiration, pride, and patriotism. Take a look at the collection, and you'll see it's not limited to accounts from those who served on ships at sea, members of the other branches are well-represented. I'm fortunate to have met USNI's Mary Ripley, she's responsible for the institute's oral history program (and she's the daughter of the late John Ripley, whose story is told here). She also deserves much credit for their blog. ("We're not the Navy nor any government agency. Blog and comment freely.") We met at a milblog conference - Mary knew (and I would come to realize) that milbloggers are the 21st-century version of exactly what the US Naval Institute is all about. Once that light bulb came on in my head, I mentioned a vague idea for a project to her - milblogs as the 21st century oral history that they are. "Put that in writing," she said (of course - see first paragraph above!) - and here's part of the result. Shortly after the first tent was pitched by the American military in Iraq a wire was connected to a computer therein, and the internet was available to a generation of Americans at war - many of whom had grown up online. From that point on, at any given moment, somewhere in Iraq a Soldier, Sailor, Airman or Marine was at a keyboard sharing the events of his or her day with the folks back home. While most would simply fire off an email, others took advantage of the (then) relatively new online blogging platforms to post their thoughts and experiences for the entire world to see. The milblog was born - and from that moment to this stories detailing everything from the most mundane aspects of camp life to intense combat action (often described within hours of the event) have been available on the web... And et cetera - but since you're reading this on a milblog, you probably knew that. And you know that milblogs aren't just blogs written by troops at war, that many friends, family members, and supporters likewise documented their story of America at war online in near-real time, as those stories developed. The diversity in membership of that group is broad, the one thing we all have in common is the impulse to make sense of the seemingly senseless, and communicate the tale - for each of us that impulse was strong enough to overcome whatever barriers prevent the vast majority of people from doing the same. Everyone at some point has some vague idea they believe should be shared - we were the people who, from some combination of internal and external urging, found and spent those many half hours persistently trying to write it down. But where will all that be in another 137 years? Or five or ten, for that matter. That's something I've asked myself since at least 2004 - when I wrote this:
Membership in the ghost battalion has grown in the years since, and an ever growing majority of those abandoned-but-still-standing sites are vanishing. Have you checked out Lt Smash's site lately? How about Sgt Hook's? If you're a long-time milblog reader you know the first widely-read milblog from Operation Iraq Freedom and the first widely-read milblog from Afghanistan are both gone from the web. If you're a relative newcomer to this world you may never even have heard of them - or the dozens upon dozens of others who carried forth the standard they set down. If you have a vague notion that something should be done about that, (a notion I've heard expressed more than once...) then you and I and the good folks at the US Naval Institute are in agreement. Preserving the history documented by the milbloggers is just one of the goals of the milblog project, the once-vague idea that we're now making real. And it's a big idea, if I say so myself - too big to explain in one simple blog post, so stand by for more. Likewise, it's too big a task to be accomplished by just one person. So if you're a milblogger (and exactly what is a milblogger? is a topic for much further discussion on its own) I'm asking for your help. All I'll really need is just a little bit (maybe just one or two of those half hours...) of your time, and your willingness to tell the tale. We've already made history, it's time to save it. (More to follow...) Posted 4:02 PM | Permalink |
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I was aboard the Bob Hope and several of the Fisher class of naval ships as they were being built. Though we are not a military family, we felt a great sense of awe being aboard, for those who serve and the technology that keeps these behemouths afloat! But back to Bob the man...
Nowadays, it seems that the newer generation (of the Hollywood Left) are a bunch of whiney brats living in their own pampered world without a clue as to who and what protects their freedoms. And they don't seem to care. Even Robin Williams, who entertained the troops in Afghanistan, somehow managed to make some stupd left wing ideological statement after his return. It's a shame that the Bob Hope class of entertainers seems to be extinct...
Sorry I'm late, this should have been posted yesterday, on Mr. Hope's Birthday!
Happy Birthday, SIR! I Pray that the INTEGRETY and HONOR you have, and have shown over the years, rubs off to this generation.
You are truly ONE in a MILLION. Your selfless service to others, ESPECIALLY, to the Men and Women of Our Armed Forces, can never be repayed, but if I may speak for them, are truly grateful!
There is nothing more meaningful to a Soldier than the fact that they are appreciated, and are not forgotten! It's a shame the SELFISH, (So-called), entertainers of this generation are not as thankful for what they have, (as you have been), and give something back to our Soldiers!
I PRAY for your health, and your Family. You are, what America is all about, and I am proud you are an American!
God Bless You SIR, and may you have MANY more Birthday's!
Ah Bob Hope, one of the last remaining great Stars! They don't make Stars like Bob anymore...and how much he has done for the military.
I have a photo my good friend Joe Galloway [We Were Soldiers] took of Bob and Joey Heatherton in Vietnam, Christmas 1965. And I once danced on the same floor with Bob in San Antonio at the opening of the new Hilton at the Worlds Fair.
Thanks for the Memories.