Today in History – June 12

1775 – American Revolution: British general Thomas Gage declares martial law in Massachusetts. The British offer a pardon to all colonists who lay down their arms. There would be only two exceptions to the amnesty: Samuel Adams and John Hancock, if captured, were to be hanged.

1830 – Beginning of the French colonization of Algeria: 34,000 French soldiers land 27 kilometers west of Algiers, at Sidi Ferruch. And this is why Algeria is a beacon of democracy in North Africa. Well, compared to Libya (which was an ITALIAN work) it is… which is like questioning the superior morality of a porn star over a prostitute.

1979 – Bryan Allen wins the second Kremer prize for a man powered flight across the English Channel in the Gossamer Albatross. Man-powered flight is, like, TOTALLY GREEN, if only it weren’t for the mylar and carbon fiber and high-tech composites and synthetics and alloys and they had to follow him in a boat burning all those fossil fuels, but it was, like, TOTALLY GREEN!

1987
– Cold War: U.S. President Ronald Reagan publicly challenges Mikhail Gorbachev to tear down the Berlin Wall at the Brandenburg Gate. It becomes a defining moment of the Reagan presidency: “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!”. For Bill Clinton, it’s “I did not have sex with that woman, Monica Lewinsky!” One can only speculate what the defining words of the Obama presidency might be.

What are YOU doing here?

(Another post from way back in 2005)

Another “What did you do in the war, Daddy?” post.

I managed to wear many different hats during my almost nine years in the Army, tank commander, drill sergeant, armorer, ‘radio mechanic’, and several others. The last one I had before I got out was that of Battalion Human Relations NCO. My duties under this title were to maintain records on any equal opportunity or human relations complains within our armor battalion, a group consisting of over 500 men and 54 tanks.

How’d **I** get this job? Well, in 1970, I was involved in a pretty bad motorcycle accident, totaling out a really neat and brand new Harley Davidson Sportster. My ankles sustained permanent damage, and in 1976, I managed to do major sprains to both ankles, leaving me, while not crippled, not exactly suitable for duty as a tank commander, climbing up and down off an M60A1 tank. I had been told that I had “chronic sprains of both ankles”. Therefore, my battalion looked for a place to put me where I’d be of some value. Since I could type and I had proven myself to have some administrative ability during a previous recuperative session, I was tapped for the job.

That’s how I became the ONLY white “human relations” NCO in the entire division. Continue reading What are YOU doing here?