Saturday, December 6, 2008

Some Pain just doesn't go away.

Old Soldier Tom's Journal.

I am sharing a letter from a friend [with his permission] who used to live in a small town, La Crosse, Kansas, where many of my own Schuckman relatives were born and raised. They are descendants of the noted Volga-Germans who escaped from great oppression in Russia and came to America for FREEDOM! Long story...that includes many thousands of German people who migrated in the 1700's... Mark and Jim went to school with my first cousins. His dear, close brother, Jim, served in the same helicopter company that I did in my 2nd tour of Vietnam, 1969-70, the 240th Assault Helicopter Co., at Bear Cat, RVN. I went home for good on 30 March 70, and then Jim, who was a young Warrant Officer and pilot got killed [KIA] about 6 months latter, unbeknownst [sic] to me at the time. I was at home in the States out of the Army but "still at war"... with my mind--PTSD, etc, starting my own family and trying to re adjust to civilian life... Ha! I am just finally starting to mellow out and settle down-- thanks to God Almighty, Praise the Lord!
It's a small world and some 'common events' and a war on the other side of the world has brought us all together and formed many bonds of friendship, comraderie and encouragments.
Thank you, Mark Eisenhower.

First,I need to share this with you.Yesterday Mom and I were outside and busy trying to downsize the shed of it's 25 + years of accumulated stuff. We were listening to a local AM radio station that plays Christmas music.They played Blue Christmas and she not only listened she heard it and it made her sad.I didnt notice the impact the song had on her.Maybe 10 minutes later I heard a huey fly over.I always listen when I hear them. That may sound strange but for 15 years after Jim was killed I always heard them and listened as it was somehow a link to my dead Brother.Eventually I could hear them and not listen.After a short time Mom said was that a huey that just flew over? I answered yes but wasn't ready for the next question.She then asked me if that was Jim in that helicopter? I know it wasn't Jim and was hoping she knew that too.With the music on the radio and the flyover it was too much and she started crying and saying it is a sad time of the year for her.I know how that goes.I've been there and done that and now I still miss Jim and my Dad not just at Christmas but year around.For the most part she is skilled in keeping her emotions in check so no one sees her show that emotion.she is 86 and she thinks God doesn't like her or he wouldn't make her live this long.She is tired and easily frustrated with her eyesight going south on her and she gets tired faster than she thinks she should.
The independent sites that exist for 240th Veterans is all that I ever go to.Ragman,Texas Twister, and Frenchy gave me their word. I believe they will never foresake the memory of men and women who gave all or allow that sacrifice to be forgotten.The yahoo group is good when you want to get the word out fast.Any other value I have yet to see.
My job keeps me redirected with attempts to get ads out so we don't remain a small obscure funeral home in an area that has 60 + small and large mortuaries to serve families.Our numbers are good but I am trying to reach a new consumer group.Veterans and their families often rely on the pretense that the VA will take care of the financial aspect of funeral service.Not so!Proving character of service is the number one obstacle we run into when helping failies with completing fuenral arrangements for the Veteran.They want burial in a Veterans cemetery,flag to drape the casket,rifle salute,and taps to be sounded.Without the veteran's DD-214 to verify character of service we can't even speak to a National Cemetery.We are trying to market a low cost funeral to honor the veteran and do so with the dignity he or she has earned.All this and please the family by meeting their needs and desires for disposition of their loved one.
I have your phone number in my address book and will use it when I need to talk .There are still some issues about 18 Aug 1968 that I struggle with and was so happy to hear from Dwight Olson ,Jim's Crew Chief that day.We have been hearing from him more and more as time passes and we are glad he feels he can communicate with us and is comfortable doing so.I am sure remembering is not easy for any of you and sharing those memories with us helps to bring closure to the reality of a loved one being killed doing what he thought was right.Variations in the accounts of that day are based on which side of the helicopter you were on, which helicopter you were in,whether you were pilot or AC or door gunner.Jim isn't going to be any less dead if I am able to piece together all the accounts I have received.
Don't dismiss me as someone who is not interested.You have to really cluster f - - k for me to speak out.If I can't say something good I usually don't say anything.I will advocate for any one who I believe is in the right and has something to say.In most cases if it is a forward I don't even open the e-mail unless I know the person sending it to me.
Say hello to your lovely bride and you two be good to each other.

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Keeping Warm in Germany.

Old Soldier Tom's Journal.

It was just a nice, cold, windy, blustery day and we both wanted to take things easy and slow on this Saturday morn. My wife needed some personal supplies from town so we bundled up and took our time on the snowy patched slippery roads. Sure enough, we saw a few cars in the ditch while we were out and about. It never fails that some airhead is on the cell phone driving with bald tires and/ or too fast for road conditions.. lol. But honestly, when the air temp is down to 10 degrees F. with high winds and blowing snow, you must have both hands on the wheel and concentrate to have 'eyes wide open' while driving up in WI. When we got home we were spent-- like two old folks. I carried Sharon's two old heavy power chair batteries down to the basement and they weighed 75 pounds each! I am so out of shape these days! I will FORCE myself to work out more at the Kenosha YMCA this Winter, as I get 'cabin fever'... easily, I promise!

I was searching for some verses to reinforce my advice via email to a friend of mine about: 'we fight a spiritual warfare against the spirit realm and principalities-- not carnal battle...' [And a friend named Nelishia helped me find it, THANK YOU! >> see Ephesians 6:12] and I couldn't find it in time early this morning. But I ended up searching thru Romans [speed reading] all the way to Philippians or so! On that short trek I got side tracked and bogged down highlighting other powerful texts that I wanted to mark for future reference. And it dawned on me that all these books, small and larger, make up our glorious Bible-- God's own Word! Some times we go to church, listen, digest, get something out of the sermon that we can take home and use... not just to make us 'feel good.' But it's so nice to put it all together and simplify things to see the 'Big Picture', finally, by the grace of God. To answer the questions of: 'Why are we here? Where did we come from? What is our God appointed commission and main reason for LIVING? How should we live and who is our real Master?'

If we were just heathen people with out any knowledge of the one true God in heaven, and we only watched that darn goofy boob tube, TV, we would prob get the impression that we are here on earth to stuff our faces with tons of fast food, candy, soda pop, alcohol, booze, have sex with everyone, get rich without working and be goofy and happy all our lives...Ha! Then we wake up to reality to find out that most of the people on earth [especially in the USA] are honestly like heathens... are we not?

When you buy a can of food and look at the ingredients, you find them listed in the greater quantities first, like [BEEF STEW] : water [first] then peas, carrots, onions and last of all BEEF.. LOL. Or they took a half cooked chicken and dunked it in a pot of water twice to make their famous "chicken soup" lol. I was just trying
to draw a clumsy comparison to our different sins. Some that are serious and more dangerous than others. OK, sin is sin, but driving fast and loose while drunk and/ or on drugs has got to be more dangerous than telling your wife that she has prepared the beef stew just PERFECTLY, when in fact that she could have added more pepper or salt. Both are sins-- but I know that you all see my point. And by the way we always make OUR stew from, PTL.

So to tie this short post together, we may as well be heathen if we elect some politician who champions abortion, euthanasia, the gay agenda, removing God from school, courts, public displays,lying when he knew that he could never deliver, etc. That might be called, "community responsibility" and those who voted for the wrong person even when they knew he was wrong for the job-- are somewhat culpable, now and latter. Weather we are talking about things that could happen in 2 months from now, or two years down the road, we shall surely "reap what we sow." The last two sentences were directed at those who claim to be 'believers...' Be careful what you wish for, ask for-- and pray for.

Well, I never, ever thought in my wildest dreams that a fat old man could get cold in the Winter, but here I find myself wanting to have the warmest, finest, 'high tech' Winter clothes and long johns available to modern man! I am just wondering how in the heck my great German ancestors made it thru those Winters hundreds of years ago! Woo Hoo! But I have slept in German hotels while serving in the Army in early 1968, and those smart krauts have super large pillows filled with goose down that are about 10 inches thick that they use for 'blankets' and if they are married-- two warm bodies equal a toasty night in bed.. lol. Too, I wondered how the Germans make it thru church with out any heat.... and one German gentleman told me that they take a snort of Schnapps before they go to church. I enjoyed Germany, loved the great, tasty food like sauerbraten, hasenpheffer, schnitzel, and the beer and sausage with krautm dumplings, Woo Woo! And I visited with the German people as often as I could, and even made a close friend, Helmut Singer, from Deutenheim [Bavaria], whom I mailed when I was in Vietnam. I understood and studied a little German [wish I was fluent!]-- and a little Vietnamese. My fondest wish was to be sent to language school at Fort Ord, CA and study as many languages as I could, but the all-knowing Army stuck me in aviation school at Fort Rucker, Alabama. It turned out OK because I am still alive-- and I have the Lord Jesus Christ as my Savior now.
Deutschland uber alles!

Keep Warm!