Happy Easter…

To each and everyone I wish you a Happy Easter, may your day be filled with Love and Joy!!!

THE EASTER LILY HOLIDAY TRADITION

Each holiday is marked by cherished traditions that bring joy, comfort, and warmth, and provide continuity from one generation to the next. Easter has its share of traditions: egg decorations and hunts; gift baskets and chocolate bunnies, sunrise church services, parades, and, of course, the Easter Lily. For many, the beautiful trumpet-shaped white flowers symbolize purity, virtue, innocence, hope and life – the spiritual essence of Easter.

History, mythology, literature, poetry and the world of art are rife with stories and images that speak of the beauty and majesty of the elegant white flowers. Dating back to Biblical lore, the lily is mentioned numerous times in the Bible. One of the most famous Biblical references is in the Sermon on the Mount, when Christ told his listeners: “Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they toil not, neither do they spin; and yet….. Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.”

Often called the “white-robed apostles of hope,” lilies were found growing in the Garden of Gethsemane after Christ’s agony. Tradition has it that the beautiful white lilies sprung up where drops of Christ’s sweat fell to the ground in his final hours of sorrow and deep distress. Churches continue this tradition at Easter time by banking their alters and surrounding their crosses with masses of Easter Lilies, to commemorate the resurrection of Jesus Christ and hope of life everlasting.

Since the beginning of time, lilies have played significant roles in allegorical tales concerning the sacrament of motherhood. Ancient fables tell us the lily sprang from the milk of Hera, the mythological Queen of Heaven.

The pure white lily has long been closely associated with the Virgin Mary. In early paintings, the Angel Gabriel is pictured extending to the Virgin Mary a branch of pure white lilies, announcing that she is to be the mother of the Christ Child. In other paintings, saints are pictured bringing vases full of white lilies to Mary and the infant Jesus.

The legend is told that when the Virgin Mary’s tomb was visited three days after her burial, it was found empty save for bunches of majestic white lilies. Early writers and artists made the lily the emblem of the Annunciation, the Resurrection of the Virgin: the pure white petals signifying her spotless body and the golden anthers her soul glowing with heavenly light.

It seems the thirteenth-century Barthololmeus Anglicus had this in mind when he wrote: ‘The Lily is an herbe with a white flower; and though the leaves of the floure be white, yet within shineth the likeness of gold.” So goes the saying, ‘To gild a lily is to attempt, foolishly, to improve on perfection.” To many artists and poets it seemed that, if any flower could have one, the lily had a soul.

In yet another expression of womanhood, lilies had a significant presence in the paradise of Adam and Eve. Tradition has it that when Eve left the Garden of Eden she shed real tears of repentance, and from those remorseful tears sprung up lilies. The spiritual principle held here is that true repentance is the beginning of beauty.

A mark of purity and grace throughout the ages, the regal white lily is a fitting symbol of the greater meaning of Easter. Gracing millions of homes and churches, the flowers embody joy, hope and life. Whether given as a gift or enjoyed in your own home, the Easter Lily serves as a beautiful reminder that Easter is a time for rejoicing and celebrating.

Ironically, the white (Easter) lily is a native plant of Southern Japan…

Blog Pimping…

Murphy from over at Lagniappe’s Lair has a new web page up based on his visit to Selfridge AFB Air Museum, if you’re into airplanes, it’s DEFINITELY worth the visit! Good pics and good history/info on the birds….


Go HERE and enjoy!

And for the snark, go to the Nerds and see Labrat’s take on the reporter’s article on the NRA, women and guns, and then go to Breda’s take on it HERE. I agree with both of them, and not just because I like them 🙂 They are BOTH right!!!

And for technical expertise, go visit Frank James over at Corn, Beans, Spent Brass, And Empty Page and a Deadline… He has two excellent posts up, one on the .41 Magnum round, and one right below it on the ‘rebranding’ of military calibers. Both are very interesting reading from an expert in the field.

I’ve got a lot of folks on the sidebar, all of them are good reading, provide a variety of points of view, and cover a myriad of subjects…

I’m out of pocket for a couple of days, so go enjoy them.


Hehehe…

Newbius and I tag teamed Jay G and his family today…

Between the Pentagon (Newbius) and Smithsonian Udvar-Hazy Museum (me), I think we walked their butts off, and I’m betting Boy G and Girl G will be down for the count tonight…

And Jay has a NICE camera and was taking pictures right, left, up, down and sideways at Udvar-Hazy. If you get the chance to visit DC, and want to see aviation history, it is the place to go!

And even nicer, I got to play hooky from work 🙂

More Trigger Time Needed…

This was one of those days it didn’t pay to fall out of bed…

Up EARLY, out to the range for an Action Pistol shoot this morning, and I was so ‘awake’ I brought my carry 1911 (and plenty of ammo) and left the .45 I was planning on shooting laying on the kitchen table… sigh…

So there we are, and it’s a steel plate match, and… I sucked… period, no other way to say it. I didn’t finish dead last, but that was only because a new shooter was there.

Afterward I went over to the target range to see if I could figure out what I was doing wrong, and as you can see below (reduced size tgt at 10 yards), first rounds weren’t bad, but follow-ups weren’t real hot…

I had WAY too much finger on the trigger, as all the follow-ups tend to be left/low left… Put another fifty rounds down range, got ‘some’ improvement, and called it a day, as I had some work to do today.

Practice is the ONLY way to get better and/or maintain proficiency… Make time to get to the range, and shoot; you life may depend on it…

A Follow-up to the Fighter Pilots…

This one came through the porthole not once but twice, once from an old fart, and once from an active duty type…

Military aviation has ALWAYS been know for non-PC patches, probably going back to the original aviators, and it’s always been a battle between the ‘brass’ and the rest of the aviators. The ones that come to mind are the fun meter, SEA 2nd place, the mushroom, the JOPA patch and others that are even less polite.

BUT… This is a new one, it’s not being worn openly, and it’s being passed around via the net, with no attribution.

The patch shows a coffin holding a carrier jet’s landing tailhook with the inscription: “Naval Aviation 1911-2011: It was a good ride.” The patch says, “No cursing. No call signs. No tradition.”…

It has gotten a lot of play on the Big “E”, and has passed from squadron, to squadron, to wing, to staffs…

It’s all about the PCism that is taking over, even in the wardrooms and flight crews world-wide. And in my opinion, just one more nail in the coffin (sorry) of individuality; and one more reason for those individuals to leave the service, rather than buck the system…

So…. To Rat, Duke, Puke, Avon, Snap, Flake, Kilo, Frito, Shadow, Krank, Bube, Fang, Pres, Fox, Tortoise, JP, Frenchy, Dog, Spider, and all the others I met and flew with; I will only say this…

Falcon 119… Cajun out.

Edit- And now THIS, an IG investigation over a call sign… YGTBSM!!!

An Interesting Article…

From The Street– Investing in guns beats investing in the Tech Stocks… Seeking more bang for the buck? Set aside your views on gun control or perceptions of survivalist arsenals. Those who collect and sell firearms, many of whom are white-collar and affluent, often have turned a profit from their hobby-cum-investment. For example, a small pistol that gangster John Dillinger was carrying, hidden in a sock, when he was arrested in Arizona (six months before he was fatally gunned down in Chicago in 1934) sold for $95,600 at an auction held by Heritage Auction Galleries, a Dallas-based auction house that is the nation’s largest. The winning bid was more than double the pre-auction estimate of $35,000 to $45,000. With firearms, collectors are drawn to more than just a piece itself — they are paying for history. Pieces with relevance and context command the most money. Wartime relics are among the most valuable firearms, according to Dennis Lowe, director of militaria for Heritage Auction Galleries. “I’ve never seen firearms do anything but increase in value,” he said…

Read the whole article HERE.

This has been the ‘dirty little secret’ of those who attend major gun shows for years. There are people who attend who are not shooters, and are strictly prowling for ‘collectible’ guns. Some even brag they have NEVER shot a pistol, rifle or shotgun. And God forbid, they would EVER shoot a ‘collectible’ piece…

I guess I first saw the dedicated collector types back in the late 70’s mid-80s primarily at Houston, Dallas and Pomona shows. They were the ones that had a briefcase full of paper, looked only for specific guns, and were pretty secretive about what they were doing. Last year at Tulsa, I saw a rather more blatent approach by one fellow- He was looking for Pythons, picked one up, took a picture of it, called his ‘expert’ while he still had gun in hand, and promptly low-balled the seller (who was pissed, as supposedly no photos are allowed). I was talking to the seller later, he said that guy or one of his buddies came back at least 5-6 times all trying to get the pistol for less than it was marked for. I also ran into one of what I call the ‘good ol’ boy’ collectors… He was a ‘retired’ rancher/businessman who had fallen in love with Webley pistols, and now owns over a hundred of them (including, according to him, one of every model and caliber ever produced), BUT he actually shoots them…

The advent of the online auction sites has also prompted more people to get into the game, and I know of at least one pistol that was purchased out of a major auction that showed up on an on-line site the next day at twice what the guy had paid for it. The other thing that has happened, is that prices have gone out of sight… Witness what Murphy over at Laginappes Lair posted HERE. And that has also brought the fakes more and more into play on guns… sigh…

They are out there, so if a deal seems too good to be true, it probably is…

CAVEAT EMPTOR is the new word of the day in the gun world…

Where Have All The Fighter Pilots Gone???

Ironically, this was also the subject of a number of discussions at the Reunion last week…

What follows are the words of an individualist (who prefers to remain unidentified) who has set down in writing what a many of us “Old School Guys” have been thinking for a while. Entitled “Where have all the fighter pilots gone?” it is about far more than fighter pilots. It is about leadership and how the homogenizing effect of political correctness in the military (and elsewhere) is causing the number of leaders to dwindle. . Read on….and pardon the non-political correct language….

I received the following from one of my comrades who served with me during the Harvest Reaper/Combat Lancer project –

It makes a lot of sense to me, and I agree with this assessment of one of the areas in which the military has followed the wrong path…

Where Have All The Fighter Pilots Gone? We used to go to the Officers Club or NCO Club Stag Bar on Friday afternoons to drink, smoke and swap lies with our comrades. Think about this when you read the rest of the letter below.

What happened to our Air Force (or Military)?Drinking then became frowned on. Smoking caused cancer and could “harm you.” Stag bars became seen as ‘sexist’. Gradually, our men quit patronizing their clubs because what happened in the club became fodder for a performance report. It was the same thing at the Airman’s Club and the NCO and/or Top 3 clubs.Now we don’t have separate clubs for the ranks. Instead we have something called All Ranks Clubs. Their open to men and women of all ranks….from airman basic to general officer. Still, no one is there. Gee, I wonder why.

The latest brilliant thought out of Washington is that the operators (“pilots?”) flying remote aircraft in combat areas from their duty station in Nevada or Arizona should draw the same combat pay as those real world pilots actually on board a plane in a hostile environment. More politically correct logic? They say that remote vehicle operators are subject to the same stress levels as the combat pilot actually flying in combat. —– REALLY!!!???Now that I’ve primed you a little, read on…

There are many who will agree with these sentiments, but they apply to more than just fighter pilots. Unfortunately, the ones with the guts to speak up or push for what they believe in are beaten down by the “system”.Unfortunately there is a lot of truth in the following text – supposedly, Secretary Gates has a force beating the bushes to learn who wrote this….

Subject: Where Have All The Fighter Pilots Gone?Good Question.

Here is a rant from a retired fighter pilot that is worth reading: It is rumored that our current Secretary of Defense recently asked the question, “Where are all the dynamic leaders of the past?” I can only assume, if that is true, that he was referring to Robin Olds, Jimmy Doolittle, Patton, Ike, Boyington, Nimitz, etc.? Well, I’ve got the answer:They were fired before they made major.Our nation doesn’t want those kinds of leaders anymore.

Squadron commanders don’t run squadrons and Wing commanders don’t run wings. They are managed by higher ranking dildos with other esoteric goals in mind.Can you imagine someone today looking for a LEADER to execute that Doolittle Raid and suggesting that it be given to a dare-devil boozer – his only attributes: he had the respect of his men, an awesome ability to fly, and the organizational skills to put it all together?

If someone told me there was a chance in hell of selecting that man today, I would tell them they were either a liar or dumber than shit.I find it ironic that the Air Force put BG Robin Olds on the cover of the company rag last month. While it made me extremely proud to see his face, he wouldn’t make it across any base in America (or overseas) without ten enlisted folks telling him to zip up his flight suit and shave his mustache off.I have a feeling that his response would be predictable and for that crime he would probably get a trip home and an Article 15.

We have lost the war on rugged individualism and that, unfortunately, is what fighter pilots want to follow; not because they have to but because they respect leaders of that ilk. We’ve all run across that leader that made us proud to follow him because you wanted to be like him and make a difference. The individual who you would drag your testicles through glass for rather than disappoint him.We better wake the hell up! We’re asking our young men and women to go to really shitty places; some with unbearable climates, never have a drink, have little or no contact with the opposite sex, not look at magazines of a suggestive nature of any type, and adhere to ridiculous “regs” that require you to tuck your shirt into your PT uniform on the way to the porta-shitter at night in a dust storm because it’s a uniform.

These people we’re sending to combat are some of the brightest I’ve met but they are looking for a little sanity, which they will only find on the outside if we don’t get a friggin’ clue. You can’t continue asking people to live for months or years at a time acting like nuns and priests. Hell, even they get to have a beer.Who are we afraid of offending? The guys that already hate us enough to strap C-4 to their own bodies and walk into a crowd of us? Think about it.I’m extremely proud of our young men and women who continue to serve. I’m also very in tune with what they are considering for the future and I’ve got news for whoever sits in the White House, Congress, and our so-called military leaders. Much talent has and will continue to hemorrhage from our services, because wanna-be warriors are tired of fighting on two fronts – – one with our enemies, another against our lack of common sense. AMEN!!!

Most of us (old farts) would have been kicked out of the service for what we did back in the day, not only for the partying, but also for the actions we took onstation/in combat without ‘guidance’ from higher… I know for a fact I had more latitude as a JG and LT than most full CDRs have today…

Comments from any other old farts out there???

A Bleg…

Bryan Stow is a San Francisco area paramedic who was attacked after a San Francisco Giants – Los Angeles Dodgers game on March 31. Bryan sustained a Traumatic Brain Injury and remains hospitalized in serious condition. Several fund raisers have been planned to help Bryan’s family defray the costs associated with his hospital stay.

You can find out more about donations by visiting Support For Bryan Stow. You can also donate to [email protected] via PayPal. Go HERE to see more info from the Happy Medic…

h/t TOTWTYTR

The Green Thing, and other comments…

Got this from JP… I grew up on the tail end of this era, and we didn’t have fat kids OR adults; just sayin…

In the line at the store, the cashier told the older woman that plastic bags weren’t good for the environment. The woman apologized to her and explained, “We didn’t have the green thing back in my day.” That’s right, they didn’t have the green thing in her day. Back then, they returned their milk bottles, Coke bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, using the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But they didn’t have the green thing back her day. In her day, they walked up stairs, because they didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. They walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time they had to go two blocks. But she’s right. They didn’t have the green thing in her day. Back then, they washed the baby’s diapers because they didn’t have the throw-away kind. They dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts – wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that old lady is right, they didn’t have the green thing back in her day. Back then, they had one TV, or radio, in the house – not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a pizza dish, not a screen the size of the state of Wyoming . In the kitchen, they blended and stirred by hand because they didn’t have electric machines to do everything for you. When they packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, they used wadded up newspaper to cushion it, not styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, they didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. They used a push mower that ran on human power. They exercised by working so they didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she’s right, they didn’t have the green thing back then. They drank from a fountain when they were thirsty, instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time they had a drink of water. They refilled pens with ink, instead of buying a new pen, and they replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But they didn’t have the green thing back then. Back then, people took the streetcar and kids rode their bikes to school or rode the school bus, instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. They had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And they didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint. But they didn’t have the green thing back then!!!

I was gonna post a long winded diatribe about Chuckie Shumer’s BS comments about fleas, but you know, it’s really NOT worth the effort- He’s tone deaf to reality and any kind of constituency other than the far left wing! He only cares about those that line his pockets, NOT the Amercian people (especially not those that believe in 2A) in my opinion…

Having spent most of the week back amongst my old community for the reunion and centennial of Naval Aviation, I’m truly humbled and proud of the kids (yes KIDS) flying and maintaining those airplanes… We flew the hell out of them, and these kids manage to keep em flying today. Next year the P-3 Orion will have been in service for FIFTY years… Not to bad for a failed airliner that had a propensity for crashing… The only older airplanes are the B-52 and C-130, and I don’t think and of the original C-130s are still flying.

On a shooting note- Caught up with an old friend and his wife at the social last night, she remembered me being a shooter and was asking what gun she should by for self protection. I asked her why, and her hubby (they FINALLY got a shotgun for home defense about 5 years ago) said they BOTH are no longer comfortable going around without being able to defend themselves. Another old friend was there, so I waved him over and he is going to open his safe and take them both to the range and let them try all (and he has a bunch) of his pistols to find something they each like. He’s now an NRA instructor, so I know he’ll do right by them.

I think it is pretty sad statement on our society today that folks like this, who never owned guns and ‘tolerated’ my “obsession” are now looking at arming themselves… And for those going to the Lucky Gunner shoot, check your emails… Just sayin… 🙂

Centennial Retro Paint Jobs…


I was asked via email to put up the retro paint jobs on the P-3’s so here they are…


The P-8 in the previous post is the ‘current’ paint scheme, e.g. haze grey (must have gotten a good deal on ship paint…)

The first is a P-3 painted in the original PBY blue paint (prior to the Black Cats). A bit of a trivia question- Does anybody recognize the number painted on it???

OBTW, this aircraft was painted in Atsugi, Japan; before flying back to the States…
And since I screwed up the order, this the the original P-3A colors. Black lower fuselage, wings, tail, white upper and the first full color insignia on the tail. In this case, VP-6 Blue Sharks from Hawaii…
And lastly, a P-3 painted in the black/white P-2V colors, note no tail insignia…
So… Any guesses on what that number means??? It’s actually pretty famous (or at least famous in the Navy)… 🙂