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May 24, 2009

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LTC Joseph Spadoni

By Greyhawk

An October, 2004 salute to World War Two veterans, re-published here as part of our Memorial Day 2009 salute to the fallen. "WWII era vets don't leave much of a legacy on the internet," I wrote at the time. That's changing now too.

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Over the weekend, Smash visited a military cemetery, a trip that inspired a worthy challenge. Could we milbloggers create tributes to those whose names he found?

It may come as a surprise to some, but the largest group of recent additions to that garden of stone - significantly more than the numbers of deaths from Iraq - were the veterans of the Second World War. But that's to be expected, as time accomplishes what the enemy could not.

And it may surprise others to discover what I did earlier this year - the WWII era vets don't leave much of a legacy on the internet. I found this out while looking for some trace of existence of one of my uncles - who flew for what's now called the United States Air Force through WWII, Korea, and Vietnam, and slipped this earthly bond this past year too. I reaffirmed it by seeking for mention of several more this weekend - worth the time, but ultimately without results.

It would be foolish to mourn their absence from this virtual world, for they live on in places more important and real. Back in October 2004 I received the following via email from a stranger - one with whom I could identify quite readily. I'm honored to be able to re-publish it today as we continue our salute to the fallen, as tribute to a man and his generation, and as salute to all those who simply served and survived and went on to lead good lives.

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My father and uncles were all veterans of World War Two. Many of them stayed in the service for 30 years through Korea and Vietnam. When I received this email from Jack Spadoni I knew exectly how he felt. "I know you don't know me but I would like to ask a favor. My father just passed away. I have always felt that he was a great man and was always proud to be his son. I was wondering if you could post the following on your blog."

Absolutely Jack. And I never knew your father but I agree with you - he was a great man. One by one the lights of the WWII generation fade, and we'll never decline an opportunity to render fitting respects to such men as these.

Meet Joseph Spadoni, Lt Col,USAF, in the words of his son:

On October 15, 2004 LTC Joseph Spadoni USAF (retired) died of cancer at the age of 82. Born in 1921 in Martins Creek, Pa., he grew up during the Depression. Both his parents had passed away by the time he was 14 and he was raised by his older sister.

He enlisted in the Army Air Corps. in January 1941. He helped train gunners for B-17 crews in Idaho, and ended up in Kunming, China with the 10th Air Force. Along the way, he flew across the South Atlantic, saw the pyramids of Egypt and crossed the Himalayas in a C-47. In China, he spent most of his down time helping the locals in their rice paddies. He enlisted as an Airman and was discharged with the rank of Captain.

Recalled to active duty in 1948, he served in the Strategic Air Command and was stationed on Okinawa during the Korean War. He retired in 1966 at the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. He continued in Government service for the next 15 years, working for the Defense Personnel Support Center in Philadelphia.

He moved back to Martins Creek and there was hardly a person in town who didn't know "Joe". Quick to lend a hand, he was always helping people. Whether it was electrical, plumbing, automotive, structural or landscaping, he could fix it. And if he couldn't find the part, he would make it. The original Macgyver you could say.

He was a expert shot with rifle and handgun, an avid hunter and fisherman, and had a deep appreciation of nature. He was the nicest most easy going man around, at least until he lapsed into "Colonel Mode", which would be announced by a hardy "OK men, this is what we're going to do!"

He is survived by his wife of 56 years, daughter Barbara and two sons Joe and Jack. He always stood up for what was right and never backed down from a challenge. He was a loving husband, loving father and truly a good person. I believe he was a great man. He has left this world because his work here is done.

He was my Dad and I shall love him always.

Jack D. Spadoni

2004-10-20 10:49:04


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God bless the Spadoni family. Well done COL Spadoni. Strike the tent.

Subsunk

God Bless Col Spadoni......well done...

The good & great men of this generation, including my father, PFC Lloyd Robertson, are gathering across the Jordan river.

Peace be with them all.

J.R.

Col Spadoni, my you rest in peace, sir. My condolences to the family.

May he have Fair Winds and Following Seas, as he reports for duty with the Suprime Commander. My condolences to his son and family.

It was a pleasure to read about your father. You might notice that my name is Joseph Spadoni as well and it just so happens that I am a WWII buff. Both of me Grandfathers fought in the war with one a POW in Germany for 11 months. I am honored to share your father's name and thank you for your letter.

Sincerely,
Joseph W. Spadoni
12/12/2005
Rochester, NY

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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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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