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December 23, 2003

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THE COLD SOLSTICE

By Greyhawk

The seasons change, and winter comes to the hilltop where I live. There's a dusting of snow on the ground, and flurries falling. There's a fire in the fireplace.

The trees are without leaves, and the forest is smaller though the view is larger; you can see out the other side. It's just a hundred-acre wood, after all.

Last week we walked the dogs, the Mrs., the kids and I. Before the snow had covered the ground. An early morning with frost; rime edged every individual leaf, froze them into solid chips of burnt gold. Infinite detail; amazing artistry. So good to have a family together this time of year, so far from home, where so many do not.

Later that day we saw The Return of the King. (Note: there are no spoilers in the discussion ahead.) Our local theater had it in English on at least two screens and Deutsch on others. We braved the opening day crowd and experienced no disappointment in the movie, of course. Except, perhaps, it was too short. Why make us all wait for the extended version? The others were understandable. No one would have released the first movie in its uncut glory; too risky. Whether to renew interest and fill gaps just before the release of the subsequent episode or just to maximize profit, the first two extended versions were in my opinion the best use yet of the DVD medium. I suppose fiscal concerns of theater owners must trump fan desires in this case, so we wait another many months for the real final installment in the series. So be it; everyone involved certainly deserves the profits they'll take.

I went to the movie with pure enjoyment as my goal, but I couldn't deny a desire to see if a theme from the first two movies would carry through to the third. An amazing connection to events of the day, a line of dialogue to resonate within my mind as amazingly applicable to current events. Fellowship when Gandalf discusses fate with Frodo: We don't choose the times in which we are born. So soon after 911. Towers, Wormtongue's words to Théoden: Do not listen to these warmongers! As the very situation played out in the real world.

Then in Return: Aragorn at the gates of Mordor calls out the dark leader of the dark lands. Where is he? Send him out! I cringe at the all too obvious analogy.

Tolkien himself is said to have hated analogy and denied any existed in his work. I suppose there's the truth at the core of the success of this epic; good vs. evil, persevere against odds to ultimate (though not inevitable) triumph; a story that transcends specific examples and thus encompasses so many.

On that topic of persevere against odds I note the passing of two anniversaries. Nearly sixty years ago a very few miles from here Americans withstood the final German counter attack of WWII. If you haven't seen Band of Brothers yet, if you haven't seen the postscript, where a legless man stands on crutches at the edge of the woods and surveys the land he made free, then you should. There was a commemoration of that battle held this past weekend. I'd have liked to have been there. Survivors from both sides, along with citizens of all nations, walk the battle lines and remember, or imagine. I'd have liked to have done that; to have felt a hint of that cold they felt. To have wondered at how they could have endured that cold with mortar rounds and shrapnel raining down among them.

And a couple weeks and 53 years ago, the First Marine Division and the Army's 7th Infantry Division battled out from Chosin, fought free from 120,000 Chinese soldiers and lived to fight another day. (At least those with all their fingers and toes intact. Frostbite is an unforgiving foe.) If you're not familiar with America's war with China you can start learning here. Then here and here. If there's a commemorative event at Chosin then no Americans will be taking part. There will be no joining of old enemies in peaceful times.

This year.

And speaking of this year, I see out the window the snow is about an inch deep now. And it's cold. And I'm inside with a fire. And the wife and the kids and the dogs.

And my daughter has a friend over. And that friend's dad will spend Christmas in Iraq. And her mom, here in Germany, has not decorated their house this year. Not even a tree.

I missed the Bastogne event because I was working this past weekend. And I'll miss about 10 hours of Christmas with my family for the same reason. We're 24/7/365 at my shop. And I'm not complaining.

Who knows what next year will bring?


Posted by Greyhawk / December 23, 2003 11:16 PM | Permalink

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This year it's about 38 or so here, morning of the 24 December. No snow, but it's been raining for the last 2 days so the mud is about ankle deep, the puddles deeper. The heater has kicked the bucket, forunetly, I'm sleeping during the day when the sun will add a bit of heat to the tent. AND the presents from my family made it in time for me to unwrap tomorrow morning!

Merry CHristmas from Balad, Iraq.

What more could you ask for, Major? As good as it gets.

I've worked those deployed night shifts. Chow hall breakfast for dinner and vice versa was always a "treat".

Merrry Christmas to you and yours.

I love the LOTR trilogy - in print - which I've read a number of times over the years. And yes, they are staying with Tolkien's story. Oddly coincidental to all that's going on now isn't it. They've done an admirable job in bringing it to the screen, but I still prefer the books.

A Merry Christmas to you and your family.

A slight correction: Tolkien hated (well, "cordially disliked") allegory. A rather different thing. Also: the "send him out" speech given before the Black Gates was just a bluff mocked up to keep up the pretense that the Gondorian forces were serious about actually invading Mordor (instead of trying to create a diversion so Frodo could get to Mt. Doom without being caught). Of course, this is not very clear in the movie; but it's a minor point. [/end geeky Tolkien pedantry.]

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November 26, 2010


America@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 shall remain

INDEPENDENT - A non-profit member association, with no government support, that does not lobby for special interests;

NON-PARTISAN - An independent, professional military association with a mission, goals and objectives that transcend political affiliations; and shall encourage

IDEAS - Through its respected journals Proceedings and Naval History, its conferences, its books and its online content, in support of those who serve.

"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.

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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:

Closing Blogs is nothing new. So many site's owners just give up on their own. They come and go, you know, these MilBloggers do. Like any other sort of blogger. Many post in the lonely down hours far from home, spill their guts for the world, then abandon their spots when the tour of duty is up. They have lives again somewhere in the world, and no need to share the details. So it goes.

Many are truly gone - no site left at all. "The page cannot be found." Other blogs remain, like abandoned defensive positions in shifting desert sands.

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...)




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The Mudville Gazette is written and produced by Greyhawk, who recently retired from 24 years of active duty in the US military, but will maintain this disclaimer: Unless otherwise credited, the opinions expressed are those of the author, and nothing here is to be taken as representing the official position of or endorsement by the United States Department of Defense or any of its subordinate components.

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Tending Distant
Fires


Far from hearth and home, watching
Cold alone but not alone
On distant shore and only wanting
Safe return and little more

What tales we'll tell
When that time comes
When tales can be told

When things grim
Seem far away
When other fires go cold

Some distant sunset, vision fading
Memories remain
And tired eyes gaze 'pon folded flags
While distant drums beat their refrain

Saluting fallen friends whose names
And youth will never fade
Here's to those on other shores,
for them live well, the price is paid

- Greyhawk,
Baghdad,
December 2004