A day in history…

In May 1941, Representative Edith Nourse Rogers of Massachusetts, the first congresswoman ever from New England, introduced legislation that would enable women to serve in the Army in noncombat positions. Rogers was well suited for such a task; during her husband John J. Rogers’ term as congressman, Rogers was active as a volunteer for the Red Cross, the Women’s Overseas League, and military hospitals. She was eventually appointed to the Committee on Veterans’ Affairs, as chairwoman in the 80th and 83rd Congresses.

The bill to create a Women’s Auxiliary Army Corps would not be passed into law for a year after it was introduced (the bombing of Pearl Harbor was a great incentive). But finally, the WAACs gained official status and salary—but still not all the benefits accorded to men. Thousands of women enlisted in light of this new legislation, and in July 1942, the “auxiliary” was dropped from the name, and the Women’s Army Corps, or WACs, received full Army benefits in keeping with their male counterparts.

On this day, May 15, 1942, a bill establishing a women’s corps in the U.S. Army became law, creating the Women’s Auxiliary Army Corps (WAACs) and granting women official military status.

The WACs performed a wide variety of jobs, “releasing a man for combat,” as the Army, sensitive to public misgivings about women in the military, touted. But those jobs ranged from clerk to radio operator, electrician to air-traffic controller. Women served in virtually every theater of engagement, from North Africa to Asia.

Sadly, it would not be until 1980 that 16,000 women who had joined the earlier WAACs would receive veterans’ benefits, and there was the whole issue of allowing them to be buried in Arlington that wasn’t finally resolved until last year.

Not only were the men of the greatest generation, but so were the women. They stepped up in many fields, not just the military, but the factories, the plants, the assembly lines that allowed America to go to war and win!

Your mother wore combats boots wasn’t an insult, but a matter of pride in those days…

I can only wonder what those women would think of the women of today…

Happy Mother’s Day!!!

To all those women who bore us, raised us, and kicked us out into the world, our thanks to you on this and every day….

Hug your mother, and let her know you love her.

The Grey Man- tease

I’m back at the writing on Grey Man #5, here’s one from this week.

Surprise, surprise

Jesse and Felicia loaded up the Suburban with the kids, Felicia hopped in the back seat and they headed to town, leaving the men in the South Forty with the Gonzales brothers, a Cat D-8, a backhoe, a dump truck, and the dogs getting underfoot at every opportunity, “Damn, they’re a bunch of assholes this morning,” Jesse sighed.

Felicia laughed, “They want the work done and over with. Matt was grumpy last night, more so after Matt Junior woke up at three, screaming at the top of his lungs. Matt tried to get him to calm down, but he finally admitted defeat and gave him to me.”

“I remember those days, both with Jace and Kaya. But it’s all pretty much a blur to Aaron. I swear that man could sleep through a damn tornado hitting the house!”

“Speaking of that, I brought the shopping list. What are we going to do first?”

Jesse chuckled, “First is get rid of the kids. We’re going to drop them at Cherie Lynn’s and then shop at our leisure. I’ve got to go get something done with this hair, and Melaina said she could get me in before noon.”

“Cherie Lynn’s?”

“Yep, she took over the day care center. She’s got a couple of Abuelas in there, along with some of the good high school kids. Remember, Lucy is working there.”

Si, she’s working there to save money for college.”

“And it’s spring break, so Cherie Lynn’s son is home from college.”

Felicia cocked her head, “And this means something?”

Jesse laughed, “Apparently Khalil is a budding basketball star at Sul Ross. He’s six feet something, great with the little ones and apparently the girls are falling all over him.”

Rolling her eyes, Felicia asked, “Are you sure the kids will be okay?”

“Oh yes, she rules that place with an iron hand. Hormones will not interfere with the kids care.”

“How did you find out about her?”

“Angelina. She told me if we needed a break, she was a good one with the kids. Accredited, and all the folks in town that don’t have other child care use her. She isn’t an ass about it if you’re late, or have to pick up early.”

Pulling into the covered drive, she stopped the Suburban and started taking kids from Felicia as she unlatched them from their car seats. Telling Jace and Kaya to hold hands, she took Esme’s hand and led them to the door, being held open by a tall young man, “You must be Khalil.”

“Yes, ma’am. You need any help with anything else?”

Jesse glanced over her shoulder, seeing Felicia with Matt Junior she replied, “I don’t think so.”

Khalil held the door for them, then followed them into the lobby, “Did y’all schedule a drop off today?”

Lucy came around the corner and Jace bolted for her, “Uci, Uci!”

She scooped him up and blew a raspberry in his neck, causing Jace to giggle, “Hi, Jesse, Aunt Felicia.” Coming behind the counter, she sat Jace on it saying, “I’ll check them in. I’ve babysat all four of them.”

Khalil smiled and handed over the pen, then disappeared around the corner.


Back at the ranch, Aaron and Matt stood over spread out plans on the dozer’s tracks, going over with Miguel Gonzales what they wanted and pointing out the various stakes they’d driven to mark the corners of the various ranges. The old man leaned against the backhoe chatting with Miguel’s brother Pedro, “So, business is going pretty good for y’all?”

Pedro grinned, “Oh yes, Señor! We start Monday up north of Rankin off twenty-four oh-one putting in cuts for them to start drilling up there, when we finish that one, we’ve got two more. One north of Garden City and one south of Big Spring.”

“They all for TPO?”

Si, Señor.”

“They sure are betting on the come, guess they went whole hog on the reports that Wolfcamp is the real deal.”

Pedro shrugged and grinned, “We don’t care, Señor, we’re getting work. And good paying work at that. It’s not going to buy us new equipment, but it will give us a float for the bad months.”

“What do you think about what the boys are doing up here?”

Pedro laughed, “Everybody is excited! A nice place to shoot, out of the sun? What’s not to like! And your family has always been fair to us, more than fair. Jesus told us what you did with them on the steer.”

The old man waved it off, “Not a big thing. They came out in the rain and got it, least I could do.”

Miguel climbed into the driver’s seat of the big D-8, fired it up, then trundled down the lane they had decided would be the thousand yard range. Aaron jogged down to a point about six hundred yards out, marking the point where they wanted Miguel to start flattening the ground. Pedro looked over and saw Matt waving at him, “Well, I guess I better get to work. We’ll knock as much of this out today as we can, Señor.”

Gracias, Pedro,” the old man said, as he stepped away from the backhoe and called the dogs to him. Since he was nothing but a fifth wheel in this evolution, he decided another cup of coffee and a leftover cinnamon roll sounded good. He strode back up toward the house, dogs in tow, leaving Matt and Aaron to do their thing.


Jesse pulled into the strip center with the Spa in it and Felicia said, “Oh, Second Hand Rose! I’ve heard about that place. I may go see what they have while you get your hair done.”

“Go ahead. I’m probably going to be a least forty-five minutes, maybe an hour,” Jesse parked one row out from the Spa and hopped out, “If you get bored, come on down and sit with me.”

Felicia waved, “Okay.”

Jesse smiled to herself as she walked across the parking lot to the Spa, glancing around before she walked through the door, stepping quickly to the side. It wasn’t all that dark inside, but coming from the bright sun took her a second to see everything. Mrs. Halvorson was in the first chair by the door, with Linda working on her perm. Rebecca was sitting in her chair, sipping a cup of coffee and Melaina was just ringing up an older lady Jesse didn’t recognize.

Melaina waved to Jesse, “Have a seat, I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Jesse nodded and sat in the chair, spinning it around so she could see the door, “Take your time. We’re kid free this morning. Hi, Mrs. Halvorson, how are you doing?”

Mrs. Halvorson, in her mid-80s, and a bird like little lady smiled, “Good Jesse. I’m above ground and I give thanks for that every day. Linda is doing her best with this rag mop I call a head of hair.”

Linda chimed in, “Well, if you’d come in more than once every three months…”

Mrs. Halvorson chuckled, “Honey, at my age, I’m happy to make it three months.”

Melaina picked up the drape and placed it around Jesse’s neck, fluffed her hair and asked, “What do you want me to do, Jesse?”

Well, it’s coming on spring, so maybe shoulder length, clean up the bangs, and that should do it.”

Melaina fluffed it again, “Any color?”

Jesse huffed, “No,” reaching up, she touched her temple where the white hair covered her scar from being shot, “This never colors right, and it makes me look stupid until it washes out. I’m stuck with what I have.”

Melaina replied, “Okay, trim, bangs and a wash it is.” Picking up her scissors, she started trimming Jesse’s hair as they chatted about the everyday trials and tribulations of raising kids. Melaina laughed at Jesse’s comments about Jace and Kaya, reminding Jesse she was almost a grandmother, and Jesse had a long way to go.

Suddenly the door was banged open, a skinny white male charged through the door, waving a pistol erratically, “This is a holdup bitches! Gimme your money!” The man turned first toward Rebecca, then saw Mrs. Halvorson and Linda, “Give it up bitches! Money, jewelry, credit cards. I want it now!” He scraped the hand holding the pistol up and down the other arm, then glanced over his shoulder, seeing Melaina and Jesse basically frozen in position, “Don’t you two move. I’ll get you in a minute.”

Jesse slipped her hands under the drape and started easing her purse open as he turned back to Mrs. Halvorson and Linda he yelled, “I said move! Give it up!”

Linda, hands in the air, said, “I don’t have any money on me. It’s…”

He viciously slapped her with the pistol, causing it to fire a round into the ceiling. Linda collapsed without a word, and he reached for Mrs. Halvorson, “Pretty ear rings, bet those are real diamonds, aren’t they bitch?”

He jerked one out of her right ear, causing Mrs. Halvorson to yelp. Jesse yelled, “You, leave her alone, you bastard,” as she pulled her Python from her purse and started bringing it out from under the drape. Fucking meth heads, Jesse thought as she got a good look at the man as he turned, No teeth, what looks like a bad case of acne, and I’m going to have to shoot that poor sonofabitch!

Spinning toward her, he popped off another round that went into the wall just to Melaina’s left. Jesse leaned right to make sure her line of fire was clear and the brick front wall was behind her shot. As she fired the first round to his center of mass, she heard a pop and saw a flash of light off to the side. As he continued to turn she thought, Damn that was loud! This sonofabitch is higher than hell. That didn’t even phase him. I wonder if this is where I die? She put a second round through his chin that angled up and took out the back of his head as he crumpled between the chairs, still twitching.

Jesse bolted out of the chair, stomping on his gun hand as she yelled, “Everybody okay?”

She dimly heard responses, and looked around to physically check. She saw Mrs. Halvorson holding a snub nosed .38 in a two-handed grip, and shaking. Linda sat up slowly, bleeding from her cheek and moaning. Rebecca still sat with her hands up, and she finally glanced at Melaina, who had grabbed her 20ga from wherever she’d had it stashed, “Are you okay?” When Melaina nodded she said, “Call 911. Tell them shots fired, officer involved shooting, one down, and give your address, okay? And tell them to send an ambulance.”

Melaina nodded and picked up the portable phone off the counter, as Felicia burst through the door, her pistol in hand. Jesse started swinging her pistol and jerked it up, “Dammit, Felicia! You almost got shot!”

Felicia looked at the body, Jesse still standing on his hand and sobbed, “I was afraid you were…”

“I’m not. Now put your pistol up. Mrs. Halvorson, put yours up too.” Jesse heard the rising wail of sirens, looked at Felicia and said, “Go call Papa and Aaron. Let them know we’re alright and… And, I had to shoot. Nothing else.”

Felicia nodded and stepped back out the door as Mrs. Halvorson put her pistol back in her purse, “Is that bastard dead?”

Jesse leaned down and felt for a pulse, not feeling one, she took her foot off his hand and slowly removed the pistol from it. “Yes ma’am, I think he is. Melaina, can you help Linda, please? Rebecca, can you prop the door open?”

Jesse laid her pistol in the chair, careful to point it away from anyone with the cylinder open, “I don’t know who is responding, so everyone stay where you are. I’m going to go stand outside the door.”

Jesse had just stepped outside, waving to Felicia when the first city car slid to a stop two doors up from the Spa. Sergeant Alvarez jumped out, running toward the front door, gun drawn. Jesse held up her hands, “It’s all over Miguel. One probable meth head down. He’s ten-seven.”

A second car slid to a stop and another city officer jumped out followed by one of the county Tahoes, driven by Deputy Johnny Hart. Sergeant Alvarez waved at them, “Scene is secure.” Turning to Jesse he said, “You want to show me? And who needed the ambulance?” Over his shoulder he said, “Jordan, call the coroner. He’ll need to pronounce this one, here.”

Officer Jordan spoke quietly into his radio as Hart caught up with them, “You okay, Jesse?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know yet. But the adrenalin dump has given me one hell of a headache.”

Alvarez asked, “You want a lawyer present, Jesse?”

“Not right now. There are witnesses a plenty.”

The ambulance crew rolled in a stretcher, checking both Linda and Mrs. Halvorson as Jesse walked all three officers through what had happened. Doc Truesdale came through the door, asking, “What have we got?”

Alvarez pointed to the body on the floor, “Probable Meth Head.”

Doc Truesdale nodded, as he pulled out his gloves, “You got your basic pics? I’ll need to roll him.”

Jordan replied, “I’ve got enough to start. Let me chalk him, then you can do what you need to do.”

Doc looked at the body then asked curiously, “Who shot him in the side?”

Jesse started, “What?”

Doc pointed to a hole in the shirt with some blackening around it, “Somebody got a round into him from a short distance.”

Mrs. Halvorson, now being treated by the medics said, “That was me. I couldn’t get my gun out any sooner. When he started turning away, I didn’t want him to shoot Jesse, so I shot him first.”

That reminded Jesse of the round that had gone through the wall, “Need to send somebody next door, one round went through the wall just about head high, between these two stations.”

Deputy Hart said, “I’ll take care of that,” as he stalked out the door.

Doc Truesdale and the EMT turned the body, and he looked up at Jesse, “Two rounds?”

Jesse nodded, “One to center mass but he kept coming. Figured he was high, so I went to the head shot.”

Doc nodded and said, “Yep, he’s DRT. Massive head trauma due to interacting with a, what, one fifty-eight grain Jesse?” She nodded, “One fifty-eight grain JHP to the brain pan. Once y’all get done, I’ll haul him and do a full autopsy. And with that, I’m outta here, I’ve got patients waiting!”

As the medics put the body in a body bag, Melaina said, “Now I gotta get the blood up, dammit.”

Mrs. Halvorson replied, “Bleach. Just be glad it’s not on carpet. That is a real bitch.”

“I can do that. We use bleach every two weeks on the floor as a disinfectant.”

Johnny Hart came back in shaking his head, “It’s all good next door, nobody hit. The round just broke a mirror.”

Alvarez chuckled, “Well, at least he won’t have seven years of bad luck, as he dropped both Mrs. Halvorson’s and Jesse’s unloaded pistols in evidence bags. “There shouldn’t be an issues with you getting them back pretty quick, okay ladies?” He then proceeded to bag up the white male’s pistol and his pocket lint.

“No ID,” asked Jesse. Alvarez shook his head and started loading his evidence kit and camera back in the bag.

Two hours later, Aaron and Mr. Halvorson were finally allowed to pick Jesse and Mrs. Halvorson up from the Police Department. After hugging Aaron, the first question Jesse asked was, “Did Felicia pick up Jace and Kaya?”

“Yes, they’re at home now. How are you doing?”

“I killed a man today. How do you think I feel?”

Aaron hugged her hard, “It’s okay. Let’s get you home, then we’ll talk.”

Jesse leaned into Aaron as they walked slowly to the truck, arms around each other.

Teh Stoopid…

Is SO over the top right now, it’s pathetic!

Impeach Trump over the Comey firing!!! Eleventy…

Constitutional Crisis!!! Film at Eleven!!!

Sen. Ed Markey was the first to imply the country is in peril following Trump’s decision to fire Comey. The Massachusetts Democrat said Trump set a terrible precedent given the number of investigations into the 2016 presidential campaign and his team’s possible connections to the Russian government.

“This episode is disturbingly reminiscent of the Saturday Night Massacre during the Watergate scandal and the national turmoil that it caused,” Markey said. “We are careening ever closer to a constitutional crisis, and this development only underscores why we must appoint a special prosecutor to fully investigate any dealings the Trump campaign or administration had with Russia.”

Really??? Project much??? Full article, HERE.  The problem is, the idjits actually BELIEVE what they’re saying… Or do they??? Chuckie, Pelosi, Markey???

This is Nixon all over again, he fired the FBI director to protect himself. Not quite… It was Bill Clinton, HERE.  But the comparison is there to Nixon’s infamous Saturday Night Massacre, at least according to the left, HERE… Even if they are totally different equations, Special Prosecutor vs. FBI director… Sigh

So now the left doesn’t ‘trust’ the FBI to actually conduct ANY investigation??? HERE. Good luck with that, especially following up on McCabe’s testimony today that contradicts pretty much every argument the left is putting forward… HERE.

Soooo… Bottom line, the Dems were all for firing Comey, until he was, and now it’s ALL TRUMP’S FAULT, ELEVENTYOMGWORLDENDING…

It took me almost three hours of wading through shit to actually find credible stories with REAL links, and none of those were from the MSM, as we knew it. They are still in meltdown/how did we lose mode… sigh

What is sad is that the polarization is ONLY getting worse, there is absolutely NO attempt being made to bring the two sides together, nor any attempts that ‘I’ can see to reconcile the country into a whole.

Folks, this isn’t going to end well… It CAN’T end well, as sooner or later, somebody is going to trip off line, and then all bets are off.

Thank you!!!

To all those who have texted, emailed, and called (sorry for the lack of voice).

I’m recovering slowly, but was told to expect that. And no, I’m NOT being stupid…

I know I’m getting old and this is not trivial, so…

Meds (every six hours)- Check

Sleep- Check (more or less in 4 hour swatches)

Exercise- Check (walking around)

Eating healthy- Check And NOT by choice!!! Sigh…

And yes, PP, eating that double damned yogurt. Don’t see how y’all can stand the taste of that crap!!!

Energy level is still low, but not unexpected, considering the amount of blood I lost.

And I’ve got the damned hiccups…


My best friend, for 56 years, is being buried today. We grew up together, and literally never lost that childhood friendship. We talked the evening before he died last week, planning a visit as soon as my surgery and recovery was over.

The next morning, I got a call early from his cell, didn’t think anything about it, until I heard his wife’s voice saying he’d died about an hour earlier…

He and his wife have been there for me through thick and thin, a divorce, career decisions, and the random phone calls for years.

And I can’t be there for them…

That truly hurts, because it’s only five hours away, but recovering from my surgery, there is simply no way I can do it…

So in their time of need, I’m failing them, and it’s not, to me, a trivial thing. I know, and know you will say it’s not my fault, and I get that. But it’s a personal thing for me. I have a lot of acquaintances, but very few ‘true’ friends that I would do anything for, and they would do anything for me. He and his family fall into that category.

The family knows my situation, and were actually concerned about how ‘I’ was doing, more than what they were going through. They’ve got the situation handled, with friends and LEOs, who are reaching out to support them, as he’s a retired LEO, so on that aspect, I know the funeral and other things will get done expeditiously, and correctly.

It’s the moral support, and the quiet decisions that will have to be made that are the real concern. We’re not 21 anymore, and we know that. The kids are doing all they can, but as always, there are things that will need to be done that they can’t/won’t be involved in, such as disposing of property and collectables that their dad has, that are worth real money to the right collectors.

There is a whole subculture that loves nothing more than making money off families in situations like this. We had actually talked about this a while ago, with reference to a mutual friend’s wife who basically got robbed out of tens of thousands of dollars worth of handguns and old rifles.

None of us are rich, and with his death, there isn’t much left for the wife to live on, nor is her health the best. So I plan to do what I can to help them out. But to do that, I need to get there, before they start making uninformed decisions. I’m not going to say I’m an expert, nor particularly skilled in doing this, but I DO know how to reach out to people who are honest and will deal fairly with then.

Am I trying to assuage some guilt? Probably… I look around at the folks here who are supporting me now, keeping my morale up, keeping me fed with good home cooked soups, taking time out of their days and lives to help me.

And I can’t help a lifelong friend’s family in time of need.

Sorry for the rant, but I need to get that off my chest. I’ll be back in battery next week, one way or the other, I’ll get started doing what I need to do to help them. They were there for me, the least I can try to do is to be there for them.



There ARE pictures… Sigh… Trying this again…

By popular demand, pics courtesy of PP…

Kaya in all her glory…

Kaya and I, in our respective ‘strollers’… I was still bleeding like a stuck pig, but did not want yet ANOTHER piece of damn tape stuck to my face. For some reason, PP wouldn’t let me walk out… Sigh…

Recovery is processing, slowly. But I’m thankful for friends who’ve been keeping me company and feeding me GOOD homemade soups! I think we’re all going to be souped out by the time these two weeks are over… Sigh…

PP and Kaya are back home now, and Obi dog is still searching for tiny bald hooman…


Some funnies…

Since I’m still on meds from the surgery, got these from the mil e-mail string…







She does not TEASE or FLIRT she engages in ARTIFICIAL STIMULATION







She does not GO SHOPPING she is MALL FLUENT

She is not an AIR HEAD she is REALITY IMPAIRED


She does not get FAT or CHUBBY she achieves MAXIMUM DENSITY



She does not NAG YOU she becomes VERBALLY REPETITIVE

She does not want to be MARRIED she wants to lock you in DOMESTIC INCARCERATION

Hopefully coherent blogging (if I ever did) will resume sometime this week… LOL

Here we go again…

Except this time it’s the French Elections…

Massive email hacks, release of data, and…


Former economy minister Macron’s campaign has previously complained about attempts to hack its emails, blaming Russian interests in part for the cyber attacks.

On April 26, the team said it had been the target of a attempts to steal email credentials dating back to January, but that the perpetrators had failed to compromise any campaign data.

The Kremlin has denied it was behind any such attacks, even though Macron’s camp renewed complaints against Russian media and a hackers’ group operating in Ukraine.

Full article, HERE.

And an interesting twist, the French government has put out a warning about publishing any of the hacked material.

France’s electoral commission has ordered media not to publish contents of Emmanuel Macron‘s leaked campaign emails to avoid influencing the election.

 It warned news outlets in France that journalists could face criminal charges for publishing or republishing the material, under laws that came into effect at midnight forbidding any commentary liable to affect the presidential race.
Full article, HERE.
So once again the ‘Russians’ are at play… Or are they? Or will we ever know the real answer???
My guess is probably not. When one considers that the average 14 year old hacker in momma’s basement is capable of using these same tools, and most ‘attributable’ to Russian/Ukrainian coders, it could be anybody…

If one doesn’t believe…

An Instalanche, courtesy of Sarah, doesn’t help things on book sales…

Thanks to that post I’ve jumped over three thousand numbers up and am in the top 100 in three categories! I was down around the #7,000s paid in the Kindle store, now?

Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #3,825 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)

Ironically, NONE of these are the Military Science Fiction category… That is just… Odd…

Thank you Sarah!!!