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May 29, 2009 · 23:58

Star Trek, God and Me 1966 to 2009

The Original Series Crew

I grew up with Star Trek. I remember as a kid when the original series was still on NBC and when it went into syndication I tried to watch it whenever it was on, or whenever I could get control of the television. There was something that captured my imagination, a glimpse of a positive future, possibility and adventure. Since I have always been seeking new frontiers, note my career in the military, Star Trek, the Original Series was an inspiration. Kirk, Spock, Scottie, McCoy, Uhura, Sulu, Chekov and Nurse Chapel became part of my life. When not watching it I was reading Star Trek novels, something that I countinued with the Next Generation. I was fascinated by the Klingons and Romulans, the though of other planets with other intelligent beings was something that did not frighten me, or casue me to question my Christian faith. Since I have always believed in a very big God, the fact that God did not have to be limited to just dealing with humans seemed, as Spock would put it “logical.”

No I know that some people could be offended by this, or could give me some flak for what I just said. But I see no reason why God couldn’t be working in all of the gazillion galaxies, solar systems, planets and maybe even parallel or alternate universes. Why not? What if there was a planet where there was no fall and the inhabitants didn’t screw it up? I think it would be cool. My God is big, in fact the Bible and the Christian tradition is pretty clear that God is like really super duper powerful and capable of handling a whole lot of stuff all at once. In fact we like to call God omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent and a bunch of other om’s. Likewise, we believe that God is a creative God. So why would we look out and see this vast universe and say: “Nope Clem, just us out here.” So since I am backed up by the testimony of Scripture and Tradition about some of the attributes of God I think it is safe to say that God indeed could well be working elsewhere in the universe. If I believe that God is who Scripture state him to be, then I have to at least give some thought to this possibility. Can I positively say this is the case? No, but I can infer it from what the faith teaches me about God and by what science has revealed to us over the past couple of hundred years. None of this takes anything away from God working his plan of redemption through Christ with humanity.

USS Enterprise NCC 1701

Anyway that rabbit chased back into the woods, I continue. I followed the Star Trek movies, with The Wrath of Khan and the Voyage Home being my favorites. Not long after I learned to drive in high school a friend and I went to a Halloween party. I had made me a Mr. Scott uniform and my friend was dressed as an alien. After the party we headed home. We had just gotten on I-5 and I looked at him and said “set course 010 Warp 8” and being young and dumb took my 1966 Buick LeSabre 400 with a twin barrel carburetor up to about 90 MPH. I noticed a pair of headlights coming up behind me. I slowed down for the Benjamin Holt Drive exit and exited the freeway where a stoplight was red. Beside me pulled a CHP cruiser. The trooper looked at us, me with my Star Trek uniform and my friend in his alien suit, laughed and waved. I watched my speedometer like a hawk the rest of the way home and prayed that the trooper would not turn around to get me. Later in Germany I was driving my first German “beater” a 1976 faded powder blue Ford Escort, to my base on a Saturday with Judy. Ahead of us a Mercedes crept along. Since we were on a two lane state highway going through the hills of the Saarland along the bank of the Nahe River there was no way to get around this guy. I have never been patient when people clog the road by driving well below the posted speed limit, which in this case was 100 KM or 62 MPH. My little car known as the “Blue Max” had its emergency flasher located on the center of the dashboard. It was a red button about an in round. I looked at Judy and said “fire phasers.” I reached down pushed the button of and on and in front of us the strangest thing happened. There was a boom, a flash and the guy’s muffler and tail pipe dropped off. I avoided the debris and he coasted to a halt alongside the road. Judy and I both looked at each other with looks of shock and disbelief. Yet it had happened. I have tried this again on every other car that I have owned with no effect. I guess phasers are not standard on this side of the Atlantic.

The Bext Generation Crew

When Star Trek, the Next Generation, or TNG came out in 1987 I was a young Army Captain getting ready to go to seminary the following year. I fell in love with TNG and its cast. In fact during my clinical pastoral education residency my supervisor was able to use analogies from the TNG characters, Lieutenant Worf and Lieutenant Commander Data to help me gain insights into what was going on in me. I had a lot of affinity for both of these characters as someone who wrestled with where I fit and where was home. Something I shared with these characters. Likewise there were a couple of episodes dealing with Captain Picard entitled “Family” and “Tapestry” which actually woke me up to a couple of things in my life. I think I can say that the Deity Herself used them to help me through that time when I was still sorting through my life, vocation and issues of home and heart. I thought that the character development in TNG was great and I still will watch TNG whenever I come across it or want to pull out one of my DVDs. I liked the darkness of Deep Space Nine and the fact that baseball was a part of it. I did not take as well to Voyager or Enterprise as my life was getting really busy with military deployments and operations. As was the case I ended up collecting the entire TNG series on DVD. I also have a jacket similar to the TNG jacket in Science/Medical Blue with the communicator badge and Lieutenant Commander colar insignia. I also have a very rare Starfleet Chaplain pin with a white Greek Cross on it. This came out of one of the old TOS Technical Manuals dealing with rank and branches of Starfleet.

Deep Space Nine “Niners” Pennant

When I first saw the hints of the new movie a couple of years ago I wondered about it. I wondered how they could pull of the feel of the original series. I heard friends rave about it and every review I read was sweet. So since there were no ball games in the local area, though the Tides continued their winning was with a 13-2 victory in Columbus against the Clippers, we decided to go to dinner and a movie. We headed over to Gordon Biersch and had a nice dinner with great beer and went to the theater a couple of blocks away. The movie was great. The cast, most of whom I had seen very little of in other roles, had the feel of the old cast. Chris Pine (Kirk), Zachary Qunito (Spock), Karl Urban (McCoy) and Simon Pegg (Scotty) had great chemistry. The supporting cast worked well too. I was simply blown away as they pulled this off and managed to do a “prequel” which worked. As a side note, my undergraduate campus, California State University at Northridge served as Starfleet Academy. All in all it was a very satisfying experience and the crowd applauded loudly as the final credits came up, preceded by Leonard Nimoy doing a voice over as the Enterprise went by saying; “Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Her ongoing mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life-forms and new civilizations; to boldly go where no one has gone before.” This was followed by the theme music of the original series as the credits rolled out. That was special.

So I guess I am a Trekkie, or Trekker, depending on which Star Trek sect I belong, but nonetheless, Star Trek has been, and will reamin part of my life. Thanks Gene Roddenberry, and all who over the years have brought the Star Trek universe to us.

Live long, and prosper my friends.

Peace, Steve+

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May 28, 2009 · 21:27

Going Nuclear….Kim Jung Il, Carlos Zambrano and Padre Steve get Sporty

This week we witnessed a couple of big explosions, that of a nuclear test conducted by North Korea and one at Wrigley Field conducted by Cubs pitcher Carlos Zambrano. Both were pretty sporty. However, there the difference is more than one being the test of a weapon of mass destruction and the other an emotional response after a close play at home. One was a deliberate premeditated act and the other in some sense a “crime of passion.” They are very different types of acts.

North Korea under the despotic Kim Jung Il decided to give the big fat flying middle finger to the United States, South Korea, Japan, China and Russia. It is interesting that even the Russians and Chinese seem kind of pissed about what the boy named Kim did. Kim now known as the “Great Leader” having been promoted from simply the “Dear Leader” is kind of wacky but in a dangerous sort of way. The surly North Koreans then decided that they no longer considered the 1954 armistice valid. This of course raised the pucker factor on the Korean peninsula and Japan. Nukes are serious stuff, ask the Japanese. I remember back in 2002 when my ship, the USS Hue City was deployed supporting Operation Enduring Freedom the Indians and Pakistanis came perilously close to a nuclear confrontation. We were in between the Indian and Pakistani fleets and their patrol aircraft buzzed us frequently. It was as my Captain said “A bit sporty.” Back in my days as a Company XO and Company Commander in Cold War Germany we waited for the day that the Russian would come across the Fulda Gap. While there I was trained as a Nuclear, Biological and Chemical (NBC) Defense Officer. The training was kind of cool. We got to learn how much radiation, measured in “Rads” that we could take and live. We learned about blast effects, fallout patterns and decoding EAM’s. The really cool yet scary thing was that the 1:50,000 maps we used to plot the fallout patterns showed our housing areas. It really brought home that this was not a game. When the nuclear plant at Chernobyl had its little meltdown the radiation cloud actually went over where we lived. I think this is why some people refer to me having a “glowing” personality. So what the nutty North Koreans have done is kind of serious. Of course they do crazy stuff all the time, but this appears to be their first successful nuke test and significantly raises the stakes. Of course I want this to pass as it is baseball season and for the first time I have season tickets. I don’t want a huge war to screw this up. Of course I want it to not happen at all, but if it does I would prefer it to wait until after the baseball season is over.

Speaking of baseball, Cubs ace Carlos Zambrano was suspended for six games following this meltdown.

http://cubs.fandome.com/video/112492/Carlos-Zambrano-Tantrum-May-27-2009/

Now I will not cast stones at Zambrano. He plays with passionate fire and really strives for excellence. I have seen him pitch and he is amazing. I love to watch him and only wished that he pitched for the Giants. I have a passion for what I do and want to be the best at that I can. Like Zambrano I have had similar meltdowns when I have felt like I was getting screwed, be it by an umpire or someone else. I have been tossed from church softball games, pulled aside by coaches and when I watch Zambrano doing his thing I want to hide because I have done this before…well I didn’t take a bat to a Gatorade cooler, but had we had one I might have. I have thrown things, kicked dirt on umpires and got in people’s faces. As noted in a previous post when I was in the Army I got thrown out of the officer advanced course and did not help myself by having a Zambrano like meltdown in the process. I was so lucky to have Chaplain Rich Whaley save me on several occasions both when I got thrown out and when I was the assistance course leader of my Chaplain Officer Basic Course. With my PTSD I had a number of meltdowns at the tail end of my Iraq tour, before I knew I was whacked out, and have had my moments since I came home.

Now to be fair to me, I am not proud of those kind of outbursts. I usually feel worse afterward because I don’t like being out of control. I like to control my emotions and stay calm. I am like a Romulan in that aspect. I try to keep myself in perfect control but can blow it big, unlike my Vulcan cousins. I have been fortunate. First I had people who helped ensure that I did not destroy my Army career. Likewise, I have had a number of people in my life since I have come back from Iraq help me learn to manage this. In fact I was able to step back from the brink at one Chaplain Conference where I thought the main presenter had ambushed me and violated essential facets of how cases are presented. I discussed the matter with my colleagues and run a plan by my Department Head on how to publicly address the situation, get my point across and not look like an ass in doing so. It was like doing a “brush back” pitch rather than a “bean ball.” I was controlled and afterward got out before I could do anything stupid while department head smoothed ruffled feathers. The audience was pretty much in a state of shock when I did this, many in sat in silence as I finished and a number of my colleagues who felt the same way as I applauded when I finished. I left the room and a colleague came out with me and walked with me for a while to make sure that I was okay. I avoided going nuclear. I didn’t get tossed this time. It was a victory. At the same time I know that when I start playing softball or old man baseball again I will get fired up, and probably like Zambrano tossed out. If I go into coaching I will probably have arguments with the umpires and hopefully they will not be like this classic Minor League blow up…talk about nukes. This one is for the ages:

http://www.fandome.com/video/102293/Mississippi-Braves-Manager-Goes-Crazy/

Anyway, I do thank the Deity Herself from keeping me safe from my own tirades and am glad for all those who help me stay in the game and keep my head now. Because of them and others who have both helped and protected me in the past I hope to be able to mentor and teach others.

Peace, Steve+

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May 27, 2009 · 22:58

Things I don’t get-Why do songs from my past get stuck in my head? Also Judge Sotomayor, Savior of Baseball

On Monday Friday of last week I went into work after two days of leave to hang out in the hospital with Judy and then after her release help her out a bit and ensure that she suffered no relapse. I stopped by the little coffee shop called the Dancing Goat for my 24 ounce cup of Southern Pecan (this shop does not have French Vanilla) coffee with 4 French Vanilla Creamers and 4 packets of Splenda. While I was there Pat, the lady who runs this shop and ensures that I get my free cups of coffee as I fill up my frequent flier card, had her boom box radio on. She usually has a station that plays R&B or R&B-Pop crossover classics playing in the background This particular morning as I was talking to Pat and fixing my coffee the radio station was playing a song from back in my high school days came on the radio. As I fiddled with my creamers and Splenda I heard Play that Funky Music White Boy by the Ohio players. I found myself flashing back to my days at Edison High School in Stockton California. The song got into my head. The whole day and night since I had the duty I found myself walking down the hallways singing and sometimes dancing to “And they were dancin’ and singin’ and movin’ to the groovin’ and just when it hit me, somebody turned around and started saying: Play that funky music white boy, play that funky music white, play that funky music white boy. Lay down and boogie and play that funky music ‘til you die, ‘til you die. As I did this I would occasionally draw the attention of staff members or visitors. I would kind of smile and say: “Sorry I hate it when that happens to me.” Unfortunately it happens far too regularly and I don’t understand why. Maybe one of my Psychciatry or Neurology colleagues can provide an answer. Judy would just tell me that I’m nuts, however this is not a clinical diagnosis, unlike my PTSD.

I couldn’t help it. I was consumed by this Ohio Player’s hit; every time I turned around I was singin’ “play that funky music white boy,,,” It was wild. Now I have had this happen with other hits from high school which once I hear them I can’t get them out of my head. A month or so ago it was the Commodore’s She’s a Brick House, a week ago it was the Top Gun Anthem. A couple weeks before that it was Wild Thing from Major League. I can’t help it, these songs get in my brain and I can’t let go. It sometimes reaches the level absurdity when I find myself singing Mel Brooks movie songs like Blazing Saddles, The Inquisition, Springtime for Hitler and High Anxiety. I don’t care what song it is, if I heard it back in high school or my first couple of years of college the song will stick and I won’t be able to rid myself of it. If you haven’t has someone walk in an elevator or come around a corner unexpectedly when you are “movin’ and a groovin,” you really can’t understand. The problem is it doesn’t have to be this song. It can be any song. It is scary and I just don’t get it.

When I was in high school my class was the first to go through high school under the “forced busing” program. The white guys and gals from the North Side were bussed down to Edison High School on the South Side. Over the years Edison’s demographics had become overwhelmingly Black, Hispanic and Asian. When the whites, Hispanics and Asians from the North side showed up it was culture shock, but not in a bad way. Our class was about 25% each of White, Black, Asian and Hispanic (Mexican.) We became the “Soul Vikes” and enduring friendships between kids of different races were formed which remain to this day. I think that our class was a prototype of the new America. Our 30^th reunion was great and I am honored to be a part of the 1978 Soul Vikes. This experince helped me to come to love and appreciate R&B and soul. I may not have rythem or dance, but I love to be Movin’ and a groovin’.”

The fact that I am a proud member of the Soul Vikes of 1978 is not the issue. The thing that I don’t understand is just how a song that I haven’t heard in years takes over my life, even if only for a day. To me this is a mystery one of the things that I term: Things that I don’t get. If you see me doing this humor me.

Judge Sotomeyor: Savior of Baseball: Back in 1995 Baseball was faced with its most serious crisis. A player’s walk out that lasted well over 200 days. The MLB management was content to let things ride and it was getting close to the point of no return. Americans were rapidly becoming fed up with both the players and the owners, especially the owners. It was then Judge Sotomayor who stepped in and ended the crisis. She has been credited by many writers and players with saving the game. She has come under criticism by many and some like George Will, a baseball historian who I greatly admire take issue with this. However at the time the players and owners were on a self destructive path that could have destroyed the game. Baseball, it’s management at leadership among the owners and players union officials is far from perfect, but had they continued on the course that they were on in 1994-1995 it would have killed the game. Judge Sotomayor’s ruling, which favored the players unions did save the game from itself. As far as the rest of her record I have only superficially looked at it. She seems to be more liberal than some conservatives would like and more conservative than some liberals would like. Time will tell what kind of justice she will be should she be approved. Like any Justice she will be judged on her record. I do pray if she is confirmed that she will be true to the Constitution, law and people. Apart from that, as a member of the Church of Baseball, Harbor Park Parish, I will always be thankful for her actions in 1995.

Peace,

Steve+

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May 26, 2009 · 23:53

Life’s Tough…It’s Tougher When You’re Stupid- The Peril of Misusing Principles, Attributes and Quotations Out of Context

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I am cursed with having been born with a logical and analytical mind. As such it is a cross that I bear. This may sound pompous and even arrogant but unfortunately it is true. I am confronted every day with people, some of who that I love and adore who use principles and attributes badly and make themselves look foolish. Sometimes even bordering on being stupid. Often this involves personal hurts where because of something that was said or done a person makes a quantum leap intol illogical absurdity. For example, “My boss yelled at me thus my career is over.” That may or may not be true but it is not a foregone conclusion. Likewise something like this: “My friend did not call me back, they must hate me.” What is worse for hurt people is when they find a quote taken out of context and use it in an illogical manner. I had a dear friend do this the other day. I cannot break any confidence but I basically told my friend that if someone was wrong in something they said about my friend that my friend should tell them to go to hell. I also told my friend that if what the other person was true then that he needed to deal with it and make whatever corrections necessary.

I find that the use of principles and attributes as a lazy way for people to try to look intelligent. A person who uses them in such manner as a way to prove a point neither understand the principles or attributes of what they think that they understand. If physicians or scientists approached life in that manner we would be in big trouble. Yet we see it all the time in religion, popular philosophy, pop-psychology, popular leadership and management programs.

My friend made a comment on a social networking website regarding assumptions. It was a bad use of a bad quote, probably taken out of context, unless the person quoted was an idiot, which after reading stuff about him I believe that he is. The quote was by Don Miguel Ruiz and said: “The problem with making assumptions is that we believe they are the truth” There is a big problem with this. Good Old Don Mike is an idiot. Assumptions are how logical people begin the process of discovery through inductive and deductive reasoning. The problem with Don Mike is that he assumes that people who assume use assumptions in ignorance. You see Don Miguel is a “spiritual” teacher, and as a spiritual man of course he operates above logic. He lives in the world of unreality and illogic, however it looks like he makes good money doing it. Guys like this are actually dangerous because they say things that sound neat, but are absolutely idiotic. Now can we make bad assumptions about ourselves or others? Definitely. Crap I do it all the time, however that does not lessen the value of making and acting on assumptions. If the assumption is wrong, you re-assess and move forward. If someone makes an assumption about you which is wrong you don’t throw out the value of making informed decisions based on evidence and from that evidence making assumptions about how to proceed in the future. This can be in personal, financial, career, spiritual or any other dimension of life. We all make assumptions about ourselves and others and based on those assumptions live our lives.

Let’s take this quote about assumptions. Every month that we work we assume that we will get paid. It is part of the deal. We sign a contract or have a set pay scale and pay days. In the military we get paid on the 1^st and the 15^th of the month. I assume that when I read my pay advisement that that money will be in my bank account on the date the advisement says that it will. I operate on the assumption that I will be paid. If I am unemployed and have run out of unemployment benefits this may not be so. I should make the assumption that unless I get a job that I will not be able to buy my dog Milk Bones. True, Molly would not be happy about this but I would be a fool to assume that I will have money. This may happen. I may get a job or someone may help me out but I do not assume this to be the case.

One of the worst ways I see this is with religious people. Some of my fellow Christians for whatever reason believe that somehow God owes them. This of course comes from the “name it claim it, grab it stab it, God owes me because” heresy of the prosperity preachers. Unfortunately this crass, insipid and idiotic “theology” is not based on the assumption that God cares about them. It is however the presumption that because I did something that God is contractually bound to do it. It assumes wrongly that the Bible, believe a particular doctrine, give my money to the church or a ministry, or pray a certain way that God is obligated to do things the way that I want. This is an error of presumption as well as a theological heresy. It “cherry picks” scripture, something called “proof texting.” This is simply lifting the part of scripture that we like from its historical, cultural and theological context and arbitrarily determine that it means what we want it to mean. God loves us and cares for us but does not owe anyone anything. The Deity Herself assures me of this. The way I see it is that God is no respecter of persons, even me. Thus, I cannot presume on God.

Moving back to the topic of the misuse of principles and attributes by those who presume to be intelligent or spiritual: Principles and attributes have to be understood in context in order to be used correctly. Context includes the meaning of the writer or the person quoted. The context matters if we are to correctly interpret principles of life made by any individual. The Enlightenment Philosophers and Theologians called is the “situation in life, or Sitz im Leben. Things do not occur in a vacuum and how people arrive at their conclusions is as much a part of their environment and experience as the end product.

We see this in a number of ways. I love reading amateur historians, political or military pundits do this with the great military thinkers. I particularly get a kick out of people who quote Sun Tzu or Clausewitz out of context to make some point. I see this often. You can go to any bookstore and pick up a book of quotes or principles derived from some philosopher, theologian, military, business or political leader. They are usually entitled something like this: The Leadership Principles of __________. On occasion you might find a book of quotes, again usually out of context called ____________ Rules for Success in Life. Abe Lincoln and Winston Churchill are two of the most quoted in this manner. People love to do this with quotes of Jesus taken from the Gospels, of course who would argue with God incarnate. The problem is that the quotes are usually taken out of context and not congruent with the basics of the Christian faith. Even Scripture is abused in this manner. This is not assumption, it is presumption.

I remember a book entitled The Attributes of God which I read back in college. The problem with the book, from a Christian perspective, and the author was a Christian; was not that it’s assumptions about certain characteristics or attributes of God was wrong, it was the fact that God was approached through attributes rather than from the Cross. One does not know God simply through studying his attributes. If you are a Christian you know God through Christ who you know through the Cross, not just sayings of Jesus taken out of context. A person is not the sum of their attributes.

The same is true with those who quote various philosophers, theologians, political or military leaders out of context. People love to do this with Sun Tzu and Clausewitz. I have lost count of the books I have seen published in recent years that do this. To understand Clausewitz one has to understand the Enlightenment, Classic German Liberalism including the Philosophy of Kant, Hegel and Kierkegaard as well as the theology of theologians such as Scheilermacher. Clausewitz properly understood is more than a political-military philosopher but a man who understands the human condition. To reduce his work to cool quotes is to miss the point. Since most people can’t spell or correctly pronounce “Scheilermacher” I am sure that they have not read him. Same is true with Kant, Hegel and Kiekegaard. Without understanding this or Prussia’s defeat and and occupation by Napoleon’s Army and the subsequent recovery, one does not understand Clausewitz. Clausewitz deals with the human condition as amuch as he deals with political and military philosophy.

Now of course I chose the historical, military and religious examples because that is my academic background. However, to do this one uses all the facts that one has, analyzes them, evaluates them and uses deductive reasoning to determine the “truth” based on the facts on hand. However we have to understand that we never have all the facts, and that even “facts” that we have might not withstand the test of time or further examination. This is true in history and the sciences. It also has some basis in faith, which is why I prefer the historic Anglican-Catholic triad of Scripture, Tradition and Reason versus a Scripture alone or Scripture and Tradition basis for faith. Will I always be right? No, but I will use my errors to discover truth and not be content to remain in them. To plan we make assumptions about the future. Those assumptions must be tested as the situation develops. In Medicine physicians when diagnosing a condition make a differential diagnosis. It is a manner of testing our assumptions based on the facts on hand. The military uses a planning process in which assumptions are tested. Assumptions based on the evidence that we have are essential to planning for the future. Again this goes for personal matters as well. To quote MCDP-5 Planning, the Marine Corps Planning Process:

“the defining features of the planning challenge are uncertainty and time. More than anything else, considerations of time and uncertainty dictate our approach to planning. All planning is based on imperfect knowledge and involves assumptions about the future. All planning by definition is future-oriented, and the future by nature is uncertain. No matter how determined we are to be fully prepared for a situation, there are finite limits to our ability to plan for the future. The more certain the future is, the easier it is to plan.”

This is not easy, but making assumptions and planning for an uncertain future is far better than quoting people out of context to make it look like we have things figured out when we have never seriously studied them. As Sergeant Striker (John Wayne) said in the Sands of Iwo Jima: “Life’s tough, it’s tougher when you’re stupid.” Living life based on unstudied principles and attempting to determine the nature of someone by their attributes is not logical or rational. We have to be careful. This may not seem to be too spiritual but as Jesus said “Be as wise as serpents and gentle as doves.” Or as a Trekkie might say: Be as crafty as a Romulan but peaceful as a Vulcan.

Peace,

Steve+

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May 25, 2009 · 19:14

Memorial Day 2009- Thoughts and Musings

I am again at the Medical Center on duty, but this not a bad thing. Before I begin my post I want to direct you to the post of the Abbess of the Abbey Normal and her thoughts on this Memorial Day. Her post is linked here: http://abbeynormalabbess.wordpress.com/2009/05/25/memorial-day-musings/

I Have also posted several links in this article. Peace, Steve+

Conaway Cemetery Portsmouth Naval Medical Center

I have been thinking a lot about the significance of Memorial Day the past week. I think about it more now than I used to. Now I have always thought a lot of it and observed it the best that I could. Yet having now been “boots on the ground” in Iraq travelling about the battlefield to take care of the spiritual needs of American Marines and Soldiers serving as advisers with the Iraqi Army, Police and Border forces it has more meaning. I am now a combat veteran. Last year I joined the VFW. I came back from the war different, PTSD kind of goons you up sometimes. I spent most of the past 15 months dealing with this, not sleeping and being in chronic pain. I’m now doing much better. In part this is due to the support I have at home and a work and the fact that I am no longer isolated. Being on staff at our Naval Medical Center has been good for me and I do not resent being the Duty Chaplain on this Memorial Day. I have far too many wonderful people I work with here to think anything like that. It is an honor to serve here with such fine people, Physicians, Nurses, Chaplains and other medical and support staff.

Another View Conaway Cemetery

Today has been really good no matter how the night goes. I participated in the annual Memorial Day observance at the historic Naval Cemetery on our grounds. It is but a mere two acres of land and dates to 1838 when it was established to allow the remains of those who died far from their homes repose. It has Navy Sailors, Marines and their families. It also holds the remains of Sailors from Great Britain, Russia, Germany, Japan and Brazil who died in the Norfolk area. Additionally the remains of Sailors of the Confederate States Navy are buried here. The service was organized by the Local Chapters of the Fleet Reserve Association, supported by the local Boy Scout troops and attended by veterans, active duty members and dignitaries from the City of Portsmouth City Council and a State Senator. It was a simple yet moving ceremony which involved a wreath-laying as well as Amazing Grace played on the Bagpipes and Taps. Our Color Guard presented the colors and our Commanding Officer, Rear Admiral Kiser was the guest speaker. Local news services were on hand to televise it, just as they televised others services throughout the region. One of these was on the Battleship USS Wisconsin which is the centerpiece of the local maritime museum at Norfolk’s Nauticus venue.

Our hospital is interesting. It dates to 1826 and is the first Naval and for that matter military hospital in our country. The motto here is First and Finest. Building One is the original hospital. It has a glass dome which at one time lighted the operating theater. It now is our command building with other administrative offices. The hospital has served in peace and war and was instrumental in the 1850s in caring for the victims of the Yellow Fever epidemic. It is now a teaching hospital and multi-faceted medical center with a national reputation.

The time at the service was neat as I mixed with our veterans of World War Two, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm and the current wars. Many proudly displayed their medals, ribbons and badges. When the National Anthem was played these men and women saluted as smartly as when they were on active duty. Many are involved with local veterans groups and some are volunteers at our hospital taking time to care for the needs of our patients and families. Among the dignitaries was Councilman Charles Whitehurst who is a member of the small historically black Episcopal Church where I worship. Mr. Whitehurst enlisted in the Marines in 1955 and rose through the enlisted ranks to Sergeant, was appointed as a Warrant Officer and the Commissioned as an Officer. He retired as a Major after Vietnam. Afterward Admiral Kiser was the Grand Marshal of the Portsmouth Memorial Day Parade, which is the oldest and longest running in the nation. A link to a local station’s coverage of this event is here: http://www.wvec.com/video/index.html?nvid=364992&shu=1

I was able to catch a glimpse of President Obama’s wreath laying at Arlington National Cemetery where in in short and solemn remarks he noted: “Why in an age when so many have acted only in pursuit of narrowest self-interest have the soldiers, sailors, airmen and Marines of this generation volunteered all that they have on behalf of others,” he said. “Why have they been willing to bear the heaviest burden?”

“Whatever it is, they felt some tug. They answered a call. They said ‘I’ll go.’ That is why they are the best of America,” Obama said. “That is what separates them from those who have not served in uniform, their extraordinary willingness to risk their lives for people they never met.”

I think that his remarks were perfect and honored those who serve now and those have gone before us.

The last service of this type that I attended was at the US Cemetery at Belleau Wood, France. It is the site of the battle in which the Marines in their first battle of World War One turned back the assault of the German Army which was advancing on Paris and launched a counter-attack. I was with Marines of the Marine Security Forces who were conducting a joint memorial service with French Marines. The next day I visited Normandy with the Marines and taught classes to them on the battle, looking at it from the German perspective. The day prior to the service I taught parts of the “staff-ride” of the battlefield discussing various aspects of World War one tactics, weaponry and equipment.

With Marines at Normandy

This is also most likely the last Memorial Day that my father will be alive. He served as a Navy Chief Petty Officer and retired in 1974. In 1972 he served “boots on the ground” at the city of An Loc which was surrounded for 80 days by the North Vietnamese Army. He was my inspiration to serve in the military. There are many veterans of World War Two, Korea and Vietnam who like him are in the twilight of their lives. I do pray that all will be remembered this Memorial Day. I was able to be with him the week before last. I expect it will be the last time that I see him.

Ted Williams as USMC Aviator

One interesting thing that I want to mention before I close was the effort that many professional ball players made back in World Wars One, Two and Korea. Some of the top players of all time gave up some of their prime playing years to serve. Christy Matthewson served in the Army in France during World War One. He was gassed and developed Tuberculosis and died at the age of 45 in 1925 never playing again. Yogi Berra served as a Navy Gunners Mate at D-Day. Ted Williams served in both WWII and Korea as a Marine Corps fighter pilot. He lost nearly 5 seasons to his service. One who studies statistics in baseball might want to extrapolate the numbers that Williams might have had if he had played on instead of serving. Hank Greenberg the first Jewish Major League superstar was drafted in 1940 and released just before Pearl Harbor when Congress voted to send men over 28 home. He then re-enlisted, was commissioned and served in the China-Burma-India Theater. Joe Dimaggio enlisted in the Army Air Force and served 2 ½ years from 1943-1945. Bob Feller volunteered for the Navy on December 8^th 1941 and spent 4 seasons on the USS Alabama as a gun captain. Pee Wee Reese served in the Navy in the Pacific while Jackie Robinson served as an Army Officer and Larry Doby served in the Navy before breaking the color barrier to play Major League baseball. Whitey Ford, Willie Mays, Eddie Matthews and Ernie Banks were all called up for Korea along with Williams. Roy Gleason of the Dodgers was the last player to earn the Purple Heart as an Army Sergeant in Vietnam. Of course the world has changed. We have an all volunteer military no current Major League players, or for that matter NBA, NFL or NHL players serve in the military but many donate time and money to support military members and their families including Giant’s pitcher Barry Zito and Orioles pitcher Jamie Walker. Working with USAA these men have founded a non-profit group called “Strikeouts for Troops. A link to that organization is here: http://video.yahoo.com/watch/3462236/9644105

Pat Tillman a defensive back for the Arizona Cardinals enlisted after 9-11 and was killed during a “friendly fire” incident while serving as an Army Ranger in Afghanistan. He has been the only NFL, MLB, NHL or NBA player to volunteer for active duty in the current war.

Here are a few links to some baseball and veteran stories:

Link to video of Baseball Hall of Fame Player Monte Irvin talking about his service in World War Two: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKERxyAbg1w and link to Indians and A’s player Lou Brissie’s WWII experience: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFwAXNR9q-k Jerry Coleman on his Marine Corps time as a dive bomber pilot: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUlBgBxaWoY

Bob Feller’s, Buck O’Neal and Phil Rizzuto’s WWII memories: http://video.search.yahoo.com/video/play?p=bob+feller+american+veterans+&n=21&ei=utf-8&js=1&fr=yfp-t-105&tnr=20&vid=0001463818096 and here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRyILkx_c2U

Link to Rick Monday’s saving the flag at Dodger Stadium in April 1976: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrV8QPQAhxo&feature=related

Let us remember our veterans, especially those who gave the last full measure to serve our country. Support the Honor and Remember flag campaign as well as the “Blue Star” and “Gold Star” families whose loved ones currently serve or have died on active duty in this time of war.

Peace, Steve+

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May 24, 2009 · 16:38

Things that I Don’t Get-Why do Guys take Their Beer into the Ball Park Restroom?

pub2 Engaged in deep thought at a pub-wondering about things that I don’t get

Note: This is the first in a series that I will periodically post here called “Things that I Don’t Get.” Most I’m sure will be light hearted takes on issues that are not of earth shaking importance, but are relevant to me. When discussing the subject presented here with Elliott my usher buddy he made the comment: “I’ve always wondered that but never heard someone ask the question. Maybe that’s a subject for your website.” So here it goes. Elliott this one’s for you!

One thing that always amazes me is that no matter how hard I try there are some things that I just can’t figure out. Sometimes I have to just scratch my shaved head and say: “What the hell? I just don’t get that.” I mean really….I don’t know if this happens to you but I face the question often enough that I finally I am going to ask it and others that have stumped me in this forum.

I was attending services at the Church of Baseball, Harbor Park Parish last night and it was the largest crowd of the season. This is a good thing, it means the weather is getting better and I probably won’t be freezing my ass off like Monday. There is a drawback as it meant that concession lines and those in the in the men’s restroom were long. There was a common theme that connected the two…beer. Being a lover of good beer of which there is plenty at Harbor Park, I frequently stand in line to get my beer. I then will take it to my seat or stand and talk with Chip or Elliott the ushers in section 202 and 102 respectively. My “pew” is section 102, row B seat 2. Elliott has my section and really knows the game and is a good guy to boot. Chip is a retired Navy Chief and before I had my season ticket would often sit up in his section.

Last night after the rent on my beer ran out…face it you can only rent beer for a very short time, I decided that it was time to make a head call. That is latrine for those of the Army persuasion and Spa for those in the Air Force. Walking up in the middle of the 5^th I went to make my visit and raise a glass to Admiral Nelson. The line of course was long and as I looked around I saw a familiar sight. A good number of the guys had their beer in one hand and something else in the other as they stood at the urinal. Some were refueling and defueling at the same time. Others left their beer on the top of the urinal. Now I have seen this before many times and I can’t get around the fact that it completely creeps me out. I cannot see a good reason for this. All the seats have cup holders which even the largest beer will fit into and if you leave the beer in the holder it is very unlikely that anyone would steal it or drink from it. Nonetheless a fairly substantial number of guys won’t do the sanitary thing and insist on taking their beer into the restroom. I asked Elliott about this and he was equally perplexed.

Now I wonder about this. Why do this if you have a place to keep your beer? I wonder sometimes if guys who do this should be issued a Foley catheter for the game. They could have a Foley station where those who need to need to keep drinking while peeing can do so while seated or even when walking around. At the end of the game they could go back to the station, have the Foley removed and stagger out to their ride. Of course there is some pain involved with this. A conscious man will feel a great amount of pain as a Foley is inserted. I remember working the ER at Parkland when a member of the local football team which calls itself “America’s Team” ended up after a car crash. He screamed like a baby when the Foley went in. The Foley is a bit drastic but it would save the rest of us the pain of watching this spectacle in the rest room. Another and less painful solution would be to have paid rest room attendants as designated beer holders. These people would stand outside the rest room at a table with neat little slots for beer. A guy would come to the door, give the attendant his beer, get a numbered token corresponding to the slot that the beer is placed in. When done he would pick up his beer and go away…sanitation concerns and beer security ensured.

Now I wonder if women do this too, although I don’t imagine so. In fact I have it on good authority from the Abbess of the Abbey Normal that indeed that they do not engage in such crudity. This was seconded by one of our female bartenders at Gordon Biersch. I held those of the female persuasion in much higher esteem than guys. I expect more out of them as being a guy I know that most of us can go from civilized to uncouth in three seconds. Now if I’m wrong and if the female persuasion does this I will be disappointed. I figure since the Deity Herself created women second that they are the more refined model of the species. So if this is true don’t tell me.

Have a great rest of this Memorial Day weekend.

Peace, Steve+

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May 23, 2009 · 23:02

One Pitch, Game or Season too Many

In 1973 Willie Mays signed with the New York Mets after being released by the San Francisco Giants at the end of the 1972 season. It was a mistake and was his worst season in the majors. He showed his age, he had lost his speed. His arm was shot and hs hitting was a shadow of what it once was. He committed errors that never would have happened early in his career. He was unable to play on a daily basis. He wanted to do well. However the inability to be in the lineup on a consistant basis, lack of outfield speed, weak arm and poor hitting hurt his team. As a Giants fan I love Willie Mays. I believe that he is quite possibly the best player who ever lived. It hurt to see him finish his career in that fashion.

Other players have done this as well. They go for that last season that last chance for glory and leave not at the top of their game, but at the bottom. They end up tarnishing their final year and a career that should have ended in triumph ends in a whimper. A recent example is NFL great Brett Farve. His debacle with the New York Jets after retiring from the Packers has pushed his greatness to the side. The continuing confusion of whether he will try to return for one more year has made many former supports stop caring. Roger Clemens in the way that he played his last couple of years, sitting out half a season to make a dramatic entrance and then not performing well in his last season left a sour taste in the mouth of many in and out of baseball.

This is not confined to sports figures it occurs in almost every career vocation. For many this desire to stay just one more year, one more tour one more chance at glory the attempt ends in personal humiliation. They realize later that they should have gotten out at the top of their game. When I was a young Medical Service Corps officer we had about 250 Colonels in our branch. We only had one billet for a Brigadier General. That was usually 3-4 year term for whoever was the Chief of the Medical Service Corps. Additionally there were only a few actually billets for Colonel’s to command actual units. Some of these officers would have sld their soul’s to get the star. I’m sure that at least a few did. But with only one General Officer billet that came open every 3-4 years the chances were pretty slim for anyone to get the job. Yet we would have men well past their prime holding on, going from staff assignment to staff assignment until they hit the statutory retirement point. Many were miserable and felt that they should have been the annointed one. Unfortunately both in attitude and for the fact that by holding on indefinitely they kept others from getting promoted they hurt the Corps. This is not uncommon in botht he military and the civilian world, even in churches. It often harms those that hold on, those that work for them and the institution when younger men and women with fresh ideas can’t get promoted. Since I left the Medical Service Corps as a fairly junior Captain to go to seminary I never had a dog in this fight, but it was intersting to observe the effect on individuals and the institution.

There are times in life as well where we go through different seasons. Adjusting to the changes of those seasons is just as important, be they family, spiritual or vocational. Knowing when the season is changing and having people help us through are key. Likewise for those who have a religions faith, my Christian faith is a moderate Anglo-Catholic Episcopal spirituality with a membership in the Church of Baseball. After all the Deity does speak to me through baseball.

It takes a bit of self-awareness to know when you shouldn’t go on. Mike Mussina retired at the end of the 2008 season. He went won 20 games for the first time in career had a 3.37 ERA and won his 7^th Golden Glove of his career. He could have probably played for another year or two. However, he decided to go out on top. He left at the end of his 17^th and best season.

In daily life we have the same situation. A pitcher needs to know when to tell his manager that he can’t pitch. Likewise the manager and pitching coach have to be able to tell when their pitchers are losing their edge. My department head knows what I have been through in my life and what I have been dealing with both personally and physically. He trusts me to tell him when I am having trouble. He knows how to get the best out of me without wiping me out to do it.

Sometimes people not only stay too long, but in staying to long end up hurting their team, political party, business organization or religious organization. We have all probably known people like this. They finish badly and seldom does someone gently come alongside and say, “Friend, you had a great run, it’s time for you to step aside and let others carry out the mission.”

I for one know that I desire to go out on top when it is time for me to leave the military. I will be retirement eligible in about 2 ½ years. I want my tour where I am to be the best of my career regardless of whether I retire or get promoted and remain in service. I want people to remember me in the best possible way. If I know that I cannot do the job anymore it is incumbent on me to be honest enough with myself to admit it and go home before people say: “Yah, he was a good chaplain back in the day, but he’s lost something…he’s not the same.” I trust that the Deity Herself will assist me in this; Lord knows that this miscreant Priest needs all the help that he can get.

Peace,

Steve+

Post Script: I saw the Tides win again tonight and bring their record to 28 and 13, the best in AAA baseball. They won on a Justin Turner hit a walk off single to drive in Oscar Salazar with 2 outs in the bottom of the 10^thto defeat the Rochester Red Wings. Kam Mikalio got the win for the Tides and Bobby Keppel took the loss for the Wings. It was a ugly game, perhaps the ugliest I have see this year. Each team committed three errors for a total of six errors in the game. Wings third baseman Matt Macri dropped a routine pop foul by Oscar Salazar who then singled and scored the winning run. Wings starting pitcher Philip Humber hit three Tides batters. Tides Manager Gary Allenson and Designated Hitter Robby Hammock was tossed in the bottom of the 8^th and Wings Shortstop Trevor Plouffe was tossed in the top of the 10^th.

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May 22, 2009 · 23:56

Let’s Not Do Dumb Things

Back in the day when I was a young Army Medical Service Corps Brigade Personnel Officer, I had a Brigade Commander whose moniker was “Let’s not do dumb things.” The man was a really good commanding officer. He was down to earth and cared about the troops being trained at our command. He was a common sense kind of commander and was not terribly difficult to work for. One day however my C.O. came in with stitches on his head. It turned out that my C.O. and broken his own rule. He was out with the Undersecretary of Defense for Health Affairs, the Army Surgeon General, a couple of other American Generals as well as a host of Colonels, hosting a bunch of Chinese Generals for a diplomatic-military dinner. My C.O. who was a beer drinker decided to do the hard stuff that night. He got flat assed drunk, made vulgar and derogatory comments to the Chinese guests and then went to the head (latrine, bathroom, WC, or powder room for non-Navy types) fell, hit his head on a urinal and knocked himself out. That mornig he was fired. Not by our Commanding General, not by the Major Command, or even by the Army Chief of Staff. No he was fired by then SECDEF Casper Weinberger. When fired he was 2 months short of completing his command tour. His reputation was destroyed and he retired quietly and without fanfare a few months later.

Now I know that we all are inclined to do dumb things at one time or another. This is due to my doctrine of “the Total Stupidity of Man.” Sometimes the dumb things that we do are simply minor infractions which Phil the Prince of Insufficient Light will darn us to Heck as punishment. Other times they really get us into big time serious trouble. Sometimes we do dumb things and somehow get away with them either because no-one noticed or because someone was gracious enough not to blast us out of the water for them. Sometimes being lucky is better than being good. The key here is not to keep doing them until they are noticed and when we get blasted out of the water.

This was the case for me when I was a young Army Chaplain. Back when I got thrown out of the Army Chaplain Officer Advanced Course, I can honestly say that I did a number of dumb things. The consequences were relatively minor although embarrassing and I am forever grateful to Chaplain Rich Whaley for bailing my sorry ass out of the bind which I found myself. Damn, you say. Padre Steve got thrown out of the Chaplain advanced course. Yes he did and it was dumb. You see I was selected to go to the advanced course when I was still an SS Officer. No, no, no, not Waffen-SS, but the Army Staff Specialist branch. It is a branch set up for officers training to be Chaplains or JAG Corps. In seminary I had already done the Chaplain Officer Basic Course where I was the assistant course leader for 159 chaplains and seminarians. I had not come off active duty too long before this and was still very undeveloped as a clergyman. I was however not far from being a Company Commander and Brigade Staff Officer. My emotions often overflowed as I saw chaplains do things that in the rest of the Army that you would be crucified for doing, much like Jesus without any salvific purpose. Once in the Basic Course I had a young seminarian tell me that he didn’t have to obey orders from the student chain of command because his class adviser, a Major in the Chaplain Corps told him so. He snottily told me that Chaplain so and so was a Major and that I was only a Captain. Resiting the temptation to rip the young man’s throat from his neck, I said “We’ll see about that Lieutenant. I then went up threw my cover across the milquetoast Chaplain’s office, blasted him on the chain of command and how it worked. I told him in pretty rough language that he was going to get people killed. As I ranted he tried to hide behind his desk and others in the outer office dove for cover I stopped and said: “Thanks so much sir, now I have to go to confession. ” I then went and told Rich that “I cussed out so and so.” Rich stammered, “You did what?” I then explained the situation that Chaplain so and so had told a Lieutenant that he didn’t have to obey orders from the student chain of command. Rich then said “He did what?” and told me that he would handle it. He made the incident go away. That too was a dumb thing, I should have gone to Rich in the first place, but I was young and dumb. Anyway, moving on there was also the time in a class that another seminarian had me so pissed that I stormed out of the classroom and was in the hallway ripping my pin on rank off my collar. My dear friend Father Jim Bowman who commiserated with me the entire length of the course, and who I still stay in contact with grabbed me. Father Bowman asked: “What the hell do you think that you are doing?” I “Yelled back, I’m done, this isn’t the Army that I joined!” Jim jammed my collar devices back into my collar and said, “You can’t leave.” I said “Why?” Jim said “Because I can’t leave and you won’t either.” It was like Stripes where Bill Murray tried to escape boot camp and Harold Ramis tacked him and kept him from leaving. I think that they exchanged similar words.

Boy I chased a rabbit there…going back to the Advanced course. I was still an SS Officer, not that kind of SS Officer but the Staff Specialist like I told you before. So anyway, I showed up orders in hand as well as a letter from the previous Director of Training signed on behalf of the previous Commandant of the School authorizing me to be there. Unfortunately for me there was a new sheriff in town. The new Commandant denied me entrance into the course. His reasoning was that though my Chaplain paperwork was sitting on a desk in DC awaiting the final stamp of approval that since there was a chance that my application could be denied that he didn’t want me there. Who knows, maybe he got wind of my previous antics. I was pissed. Actually I think that most of of us who attended the Chaplain School spent the better part of our time pissed about something. However, instead of being smart, I threw a Billy Martin type of home plate argument and was tossed. Thankfully they didn’t stop me from becoming a Chaplain and they allowed me to come back for the course a couple of months later. This was likely again due to the intervention of Rich Whaley. Rich saw in me potential to do good. I was like “Wild Thing” in Major League. Rich helped get me straightened out. A couple of years later I was promoted to Major. Then I took it off to come in the Navy in 1999. The point is that I did a number of seriously dumb things that could have gotten me punished under the UCMJ and or thrown out of the Army. I’m grateful as hell that Rich was there to save my ass. A lot of people don’t get that kind of support and protection and do get hammered. I was lucky beyond belief. I lived to tell about it. Many don’t. My job now is to help young guys and gals not step on the same land mines that I did.

I’m not going to go through the list of idiotic things that I have seen other Chaplains do in the Army and Navy. I could but that would that would be unseemly. What I will mention, based on my experience is that I had to learn a lot the hard way that I hope to keep young Chaplains and other Officers from trying them out themselves. I don’t like to see fellow chaplains and officers do things that embarrass them, their service or hurt their life and careers. In the case of chaplains, God and the Church, or God and whatever religious organization that they belong. Heck I won’t even put a Jesus Fish on the back of my car for fear that God might get the blame for something that I do on the road.

However, doing dumb things is not limited to chaplains or the clergy, though we do such things quite well thank you. Others do them too. Politicians, sports stars, business leaders and others do them as well. I’ve noted a number of ways that I have done dumb things. At the same time I hope to have learned from them. I will and I’m sure that you my readers know that we will all do dumb things. I’m not a fan of Calvin’s “Total Depravity of man” theology but I am pretty sure that there is a “Total Stupidity of man” which you can make a great case for from the triad of Scripture, Tradition and Reason. In fact I am positive that the Deity Herself even tonight has kept me from writing some really dumb things.

So let’s not do dumb things. Pray for me a sinner,

Peace,

Steve+

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May 21, 2009 · 19:08

Remembering the Veterans in My Life…Memorial Day 2009

Today has been a day of rest and recovery from the past 10 days, especially the past 3 days when Judy had to be hospitalized. She is recovering nicely and may actually visit her friends at her church choir practice tonight even if she does not sing. I’m now finishing this post a Harbor Park, the Tides are up 1-0 and going to bat in the bottom of the 2^nd.

Also please see Judy’s blog at http://abbeynormalabbess.wordpress.com/ for a good patient eye view of Epiglottitis.

Old Glory, the POW-MIA and Honor and Remember Flags

Monday is Memorial Day and I will be both on duty at the medical center as well as participating in a Memorial Day ceremony at the historic Naval Cemetery located on our grounds. Memorial Day means a lot to me, probably more each year. This is personal, more personal than at any time in my life. I guess it comes with experience and maturity as well as a lot of reflection.

I’ve been in the military for almost 28 years now. I enlisted in the National Guard while in college and entered Army ROTC back in 1981. Since then it has been to quote Jerry Garcia “a long strange trip.” My dad served twenty years in the Navy. He retired in 1974 as a Chief Petty Officer and did time surrounded in the South Vietnamese city of An Loc when it was surrounded by the North Vietnamese for 80 days in 1972. He didn’t talk about it much when he came back; in fact he came back different from the war. He probably suffered from PTSD. All the markers were there but we had no idea about it back then, after all he was in the Navy not the Army.

My second view of war came from the Veterans of Vietnam that I served with in the National Guard and the Army. Some of these men served as teachers and mentors. LCDR Jim Breedlove and Senior Chief John Ness at the Edison High School Naval Junior ROTC program were the first who helped me along. They have both passed away in the past year and a half. I will never forget them. A post dedicated to them is on this blog. Colonel Edgar Morrison was my first battalion commander. He was the most highly decorated member of the California National Guard at that time and had served multiple tours in Vietnam. He encouraged me as a young specialist and officer cadet and showed a tremendous amount of care for his soldiers. Staff Sergeant’s Buff Rambo and Mickey Yarro taught me the ropes as a forward observer and shared many of their Vietnam experiences. Buff had been a Marine dog handler on the DMZ and Mickey a Forward Observer. Sergeant First Class Harry Zilkin was my training NCO at the UCLA Army ROTC program. He was a Special Forces Medic with 7^th Group in Vietnam. He still had part of a VC bayonet embedded in his foot. He received my first salute as a newly commissioned Second Lieutenant as well as a Silver Dollar. I understand that after the Army he became a fire fighter. He had a massive heart attack on the scene of a fire and died a few years later from it. Sergeant Major John Butler was our senior enlisted at UCLA. He served with the 173^rd Airborne in Vietnam. Sergeant First Class Harry Ball was my drill sergeant at the ROTC pre-commissioning camp at Fort Lewis Washington in 1982. He was also Special Forces and a Ranger and served multiple tours in Vietnam. He was quite influential in my life, tearing me apart and then building me back up. He was my version of Drill Sergeant Foley in An Officer and a Gentleman. Like Zack Mayo played by Richard Gere in the movie I can only say: Drill Sergeant “I will never forget you.”

As I progressed through my Army career I encountered others of this generation who also impacted my life. First among them was First Sergeant Jim Koenig who had been a Ranger in the Mekong Delta. I was the First Sergeant that I would measure all others by. Once during a ARTEP we were aggressed and all of a sudden he was back in the Delta. This man cared so much for his young soldiers in the 557^th Medical Company. He did so much for them and I’m sure that those who served with him can attest to this as well as me. Jim had a brick on his desk so that when he got pissed he could chew on it. He was great. He played guitar for the troops and had a song called Jane Fonda, Jane Fonda You Communist Slut. It was a classic. He retired after he was selected to be a Command Sergeant Major because he valued his wife and family more than the promotion. It hurt him to do this, but he put them first. Colonel Donald Johnson was the commander of the 68^th Medical Group when I got to Germany in January 1984. Colonel “J” as well all called him was one of the best leaders I have seen in 28 years in the military. He knew everything about everything and his knowledge forced us all to learn and be better officers and NCOs. On an inspection visit you could always find him dressed in coveralls and underneath a truck verifying the maintenance done on it. He served a number of Vietnam tours. He died a few years back of Multiple Myeloma and is buried at Arlington. Chaplain (LTC) Rich Whaley who had served as a company commander in Vietnam on more than one occasion saved my young ass at the Army Chaplain School. He remains a friend and is the Endorsing Agent for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. As a Mormon he was one of the most “Christian” men that I have ever met. I know some Christians who might have a hard time with that, but Rich demonstrated every trait of a Christian who loved God and his neighbor.

When I was the Installation Chaplain at Fort Indiantown Gap PA I was blessed to have some great veterans in my Chapel Parish. Major General Frank Smoker flew 25 missions as a B-17 pilot over Germany during the height of the air war in Europe. He brought his wonderful wife Kate back from England with him. Henry Boyd who I buried was one of the 101^st Airborne soldiers epitomized in Band of Brothers. He had a piece of shrapnel lodged next to his heart from the Battle of the Bulge until the day he died. Scotty Jenkes was a Air Force pilot in Vietnam flying close air support. Colonel Ray Hawthorne served several tours both in artillery units and as an advisor in 1972. CWO4 Charlie Kosko flew helicopters in Vietnam. All these men made a deep impact on me and several contributed to my career in very tangible ways.

Marines at Hue City Tet 1968

My life more recently has been impacted by others. My friends of the veterans of the Battle of Hue City including General Peter Pace, Barney Barnes, Tony “Limey Cartilage ” Sergeant Major Thomas and so many others have become close over the years, especially after I did my time in Iraq. They and all the Vietnam vets, including the guys from the Vietnam Veterans of America like Ray and John who man the beer stand behind the plate at Harbor Park all mean a lot to me. My friends at Marine Security Forces Colonel Mike Paulovich and Sergeant Major Kim Davis mean more than almost any people in the world. We traveled the globe together visiting our Marines. Both of these men are heroes to me as well as friends.

Finally there are my friends and brothers that I have served with at sea on USS HUE CITY during Operation Enduring Freedom and the advisers on the ground in Al Anbar mean more than anything to me. Perhaps the most important is my RP, RP2 Nelson Lebron who helped keep me safe and accompanied me all over the battlefield. Nelson who has done Iraq 3 times, Afghanistan, Lebanon and the Balkans is a hero. The men and women of Navy EOD who I served with from 2006-2008 have paid dearly in combating IEDs and other explosive devices used against us in Iraq and Afghanistan are heros too. There is no routine mission for EOD technicians.

I give thanks for all them men that I mention in this post, especially my dad. God bless all of you guys. Please honor the Veterans that you know this weekend. Honor also those who gave their lives in the defense of liberty in all of the wars of our nation. They have earned it.

Peace, Steve+

Post Script: The game went to extra innings and the Tides lost 5-4. They left the tying run at 3rd base in the bottom of the 12th. That ended a 8 game winning streak. On a positive side I was able to get a ball autographed by former Dodger’s pircher ill Singer and Pirate’s Pitcher Bob Kison. Singer pitched in the Dodger’s rotation with Drysdale, Koufax and other greats. He threw a no-hitter in 1970 against the pirates and now is a scout for the Nationals, Kison won game one of the 1971 World Series in six innings of releif against the Orioles who he now scouts for the Orioles.

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May 20, 2009 · 19:41

Whirling, transient nodes of thought careening through a cosmic vapor of invention…

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“My mind is aglow with whirling, transient nodes of thought careening through a cosmic vapor of invention…” Headley Lamar (Harvey Korman) Blazing Saddle’s

Blurred Days, Preparing for Death and Medium Rare Diseases : The past 10 days have been a blur. So much has happened that I have a hard time coming to grips with it all. First was going out to California to assist my mom and brother in dealing with things concerning my dad’s worsening condition. It was good to have a couple of visits with him where he was with me at least for a few minutes. I will treasure those figuring that they may well be the last that I have with him on this green earth. Yet it was hard. I had to kind of package away my stuff for a while and hoping to process when I got back. It seems that the Deity Herself has decided that she needed to build more character in this character than this character thought that he needed. When I got back we were faced with the first real health crisis in our lives. Judy contracted Epiglotitis somehow and we spent the majority of the past three days in hospital ER’s or having her admitted to hospital. Nothing is ever normal for us. Maybe it’s because neither of us are normal. In fact Judy is Abbess of the Abby Normal (see the link on my blog roll). So Epiglotitis is very unusual, 10-40 cases in a million. Most are kids and it is almost unheard of in this country. The Third Year ENT Resident said that he had never seen it before. The attending almost missed it until the ER Attending saw the soft tissue X-Ray. As I said in my last post after I had made the diagnosis which was confirmed by the physicians: “It’s a kid’s disease except when it happens to adults.” It is what probably killed George Washington. Thankfully even early Monday morning though the ER Attending did not see it he did the right thing in a heavy dose of IV antibiotics and steroids. This probably arrested the development of the condition. When it worsened we got Judy into the ER pretty fast and again the right thing was done. She seems to be doing well now that she has been discharged home and for this I am most grateful that she is not dead or even the Grateful Dead. However two long nights in ER with little rest following the trip to California have left me worn out. I do hope that the Deity Herself does not think it necessary to build any more character in this miscreant Priest. Thankfully my Department Head took my duty today and put me on two days of leave to put myself back together. Sleep has been fitful and my anxiety levels have been rather high. Thankfully no PTSD meltdowns this time at least not yet.

The Holy Unction of the Baseball: If you remember my post Baseball in Between Life and Death in the ICU I mentioned a dear woman and her husband who were both big baseball fans. She was in the ICU and seeming to be getting better and I promised her a baseball. She crashed hard. The next day when I brought the ball in she was heavily sedated and intubated. She was trying to die on us. If you recall I placed the baseball in her hand and she gripped it tight. Her husband and sister said that she did not let it go for about 7 or 8 hours. I prayed for her as I did this. I went to California and she was still pretty bad off. By the time that I came back I heard that she was doing a lot better. I saw her yesterday and had a wonderful visit with her and her husband. There is a possibility that they may be actually able to do something to help her heart function. She remembers having the ball in her hand and wondering how it got there even when she was heavily sedated. Could it be possible that the Deity Herself could have made The Holy Unction of the Baseball a new sub-Sacrament of the Sacrament of Healing?

Don’t Screw Up the Prayer: I did the invocation and benediction at the groundbreaking ceremony for Preventive Medicine unit at Norfolk. I’ve done hundreds of prayers at military and civil functions. They are not hard to do. What you don’t want to be is too memorable because if this is the case you have probably done something to be remembered and not in a good way. I have seen this done a number of times. Often the Chaplain has no clue that he stepped all over it. This can happen by going too long, forgetting the words or trying to be too uppity, sectarian, funny or unique. Since most of the time the people at these functions have to be there the chaplain cannot presume that they are the show and can do whatever they want. In the Navy this is really important. I write these prayers out and have done so for many years now. Not only do I write them out I read them several times before I ever get in front of a live audience. Doing this keeps me from doing something stupid, which on occasion even I can do. I even have a basic format that I put the prayer into: The introduction; specific event/unit/situation that I am asking God to bless, and the closing sentence. I try to keep it to 30-45 seconds, never more than a minute. It is not good when they look at their watches when you are praying or yawn. In the public forum you have a place to be a witness, but it is always a delicate balance. The people at the event are not there to see the chaplain. The chaplain is like the ceremonial first pitch or meeting between the managers of the two baseball teams and the umpires to discuss the ground rules. Chaplains are not the main event unless it is an actual worship service. Even memorial services and ceremonies where the chaplain plays a huge role, the chaplain is not the reason everyone is there. It is no place to try to be Paul Harvey and tell “the rest of the story.” Thus this ministry in the public arena can be one that either provides the chaplain entrance into the community with opportunities to provide great ministry, even evangelical ministry. Or ensures that they remain an outsider to the community, nipping at the fringe and hoping someone will hear them. When we were done I had an officer compliment me on my prayer. He said it wasn’t too long, wasn’t too short and honored what they were doing. I love it when a plan comes together.

A Tale of Two Burgers: Yesterday I did something that I have not done in years. I had two hamburgers in a single day. Both were fast food burgers and usually I maybe eat A HAMBURGER every 45-60 days. Yesterday as you know from reading this was rather hectic. One the way home I stopped by Sonic to get a Super Sonic Double Cheeseburger with Mayo, Mustard and Ketchup. For fast food this is a hell of a burger. It is tasty and big. Sure it’s not the best hamburger in the world but it will work in a pinch. Early this morning after leaving Judy at the hospital I stopped by a 24 hour McDonald’s. I was hungry and tired. Unfortunately they have an exceptionally limited after midnight menu. Two Types of Quarter Pounder, The Big and Tasty Burger, a Southern Chicken Sandwich, Chicken McNuggets and Chicken Strips. Not much to choose from. I should have gone with the McNuggets or regular Quarter Pounder but taken in by the name I asked for the Big and Tasty. This was very possibly the very worst hamburger that I have ever had. The meat was bland and greasy and topped by a mound of mayonaise that drowned out any other taste. I could feel my arteries closing as the first bite went down. I can only say “Never Again.”

Moving to the Front of the International League: My Norfolk Tides are now 26-12 not only atop their division but now has the best record in the International League. This is a exciting young ball club. We have not had anything like this in years at Norfolk. I just hope that the Orioles don’t rape the Tides to fill their roster. I know that the minors exist to support the big team but right now this is a special team and fun season. I pray that the Deity will ensure the Orioles success so that we can continue like this the rest of the season.

Getting the call reversed: It looks like our insurance company has decided to agree with us and the body shop and denial the fraudulent claim against Judy. Sometimes arguing with the umpire nicely gets the call reversed.

As always thank you for your kind words, encouragement, concern and prayers over the past 10 days. They are appreciated and I know that they are effectual.

Peace, Steve+

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