Wow… Just Wow…

Perusing the tables at Wanenmacher’s Gun Show at Tulsa I saw $4000 Colt Pythons and Diamondbacks, $400 sets of grips (wood), $37,000-$43,000 Winchester Rifles, and the piece de resistance, a $169,650 Holland and Holland #1 Grade 577 Nitro Express Double Rifle! That thing had EVERY inch of it engraved, never been fired, built in the late 1930’s early 1940’s… I didn’t even breathe on that thing!!!

Saw a few old friends, found out another old friend has died, and once again marveled at how one friend comes up with some of the guns he does (SEVEN Colts with original factory engraving!)…

Met up with Jim Garber and wandered a bit, cussed the prices ($4.50 for a coke) and saw some amazing displays down in Ego Alley (downstairs)…

One funny incident- my friend had an old muzzle loader for sale, a guy dropped a bore light down the rifle, and the light STUCK!!! Talk about a stunned look on his face 🙂

And my friend couldn’t resist, he said, “Well, guess you bought it now!” And the guy DID, after they finally got the bore light out!!!

Off to see what I can see today, hands will be kept FIRMLY in pockets… sigh…

Applebees lost money…

I met up with friends from Texarkana last night at the hotel in Tulsa, then Jim Garber called, so we decided to meet at Applebees for dinner since they were giving free meals to Veterans. We got there and there was literally a line out the door! 30-45 minute wait, and I literally saw three generations (at least) of Veterans waiting PATIENTLY to be served… It’s not like we haven’t stood in line once or twice before… People were chatting back and forth, comparing service, comparing generations, etc. Jim was having a ‘bit’ of a navigation issue (he didn’t believe the restaurant existed) so he was a bit late…


We ended up sharing a table with a young Airman and his family and our waiter was a Marine Reservist with two tours in the Sandbox who is finishing his degree in Dec and heading back to TBS then back downrange. Needless to say, the jokes were flying fast and furious…

I had to step out to take a phone call, and the manager came out as I was finishing; we chatted for a couple of minutes, and I asked him how it was going, he said he expected they would “lose” $4-5000 for the day, and he was perfectly happy with it!!!

He said they had been giving Veterans a free meal all day, and estimated they had served between 5-600 Veterans just at that one location. He also said he was amazed at the camaraderie and lack of complaints about the wait or tables, or anything else…

Thank you Applebees!

EDIT- Go HERE and watch this one… One of the best I’ve seen…

Veterans’ Day…

If you know a veteran, please thank them today for their service. If you don’t, please take a minute and say a prayer for all the veterans who didn’t come home…

To all my friends who served, a toast- “Absent comrades!”


And now a bit of history about the Lone Sailor Statue in DC…


The Lone Sailor© is a composite of the U.S. Navy bluejacket, past, present and future. He’s called the Lone Sailor, yet he is hardly ever alone, standing there on the broad granite plaza which forms the amphitheater of the Navy Memorial. Visitors to the Memorial are immediately drawn to him to peer into his far seeing eyes, to admire him or size him up, to see if he’s as tough or as gentle as he seems. Visitors find that he is all that he seems and probably more.

The founders of the Navy Memorial envisioned this Lone Sailor at 25 years old at most, a senior second class petty officer who is fast becoming a seagoing veteran. He has done it all – fired his weapons in a dozen wars, weighed anchor from a thousand ports, tracked supplies, doused fires, repelled boarders, typed in quadruplicate and mess-cooked, too. He has made liberty call in great cities and tiny villages, where he played tourist, ambassador, missionary to the poor, adventurer, souvenir shopper and friend to new lands. His shipmates remember him with pride and tell their grandchildren stories, some of which, like him, are seven feet tall.

The bronze statue is the creation of Stanley Bleifeld, the United States NavyMemorial’s official sculptor, selected by a board of recognized art authorities from a field of 36 sculptors identified in a six month, nationwide search. A native of New York City, Bleifeld maintains a studio at his home in Weston, Connecticut, and also inPietrasanta, Italy.

Stanley Bleifeld served in the Navy in World War II. Like many other talented artists at the time, he was assigned as an illustrator for Navy training manuals; he never went into battle, but he helped train those who did.

After so long an absence from the Navy, Bleifeld visited the fleet and other Navy activities to help him see anew the American sailor in the sea environment; he further focused his impressions in meetings with the Secretary of the Navy, the Chief of Naval Operations, other senior officer and enlisted personnel, and his patrons — the Navy Memorial Foundation officers, staff and board members. These patrons represented literally hundreds of years of Navy experience and acquaintance with the Lone Sailor.

The process of conceptualization, modeling, sculpting, and casting went through five initial images, four different models, and well over a year of work before culminating in the unveiling at the formal dedication of the Memorial on October 13, 1987 – on the anniversary of the Navy’s birthday.

The third model of a strong and brash young man leaning over a cleat, although very well received, was passed up in favor of an upright model. However a full casting of this model, dubbed the “Liberty Hound”, was subsequently commissioned for the Jacksonville Navy Memorial in Jacksonville, Florida.

As part of the casting process, the bronze for The Lone Sailor© was mixed with artifacts from eight U. S. Navy ships, provided by the curator for the Navy in the Naval Historical Center at the Washington Navy Yard. The ships span the Navy’s history, yielding small pieces of copper sheeting, spikes, hammock hooks and other fragments from the post-revolutionary frigates Constitution (“Old Ironsides“) and Constellation; the steamer Hartford, flagship of Admiral David G. Farragut in the Civil War era; the battleship USS Maine; the iron-hulled steamer/sailing ship USS Ranger; the World War II-era cruiser USS Biloxi and aircraft carrier USS Hancock, and the nuclear-powered submarine USS Seawolf. One last addition was a personal decoration from today’s Navy, one given to sailors in war and peace, the National Defense Service Medal. These bits of metal are now part of The Lone Sailor©.

Reaction to The Lone Sailor© has been gratifying. “He certainly represents us,” is the claim heard from nearly every Navy community, active or retired. The Navy Memorial Foundation regularly receives telephone calls or notes from Navy veterans or their families wondering where the Foundation obtained their photograph as the model for the statue. The Lone Sailor© is impressive to people who have never served in the Navy and powerfully so for those who have served.

“You would want this guy at your battle station when it’s not a drill,” former Master Chief Petty Officer of the Navy Billy C. Sanders says of The Lone Sailor©. “He is the classic American sailor. That statue looks like bronze, but there is plenty of salt, paint, sweat, fuel oil and courage stirred in.”

I was very proud to receive a miniature statue of the Lone Sailor from the Admiral on my retirement…

How real IS our military training???

The link HERE is what is currently being done at 29 Palms (better known as 29 Stumps to those in the know).

It is a semi-commercial for the company that is providing the training equipment and personnel, but it’s worth the 12 minutes to get a ‘feel’ for what our folks are being trained for. Note- There are some graphic scenes of both real and simulated injuries…

This takes Tigerland at Fort Polk (from the Vietnam era) to a whole new level of reality…
As as evidenced by the interviews, is doing a good job of preparing our troops for what they may face in the war zone.
Oh yeah, Happy 235th to all the Jarheads 🙂 Semper Fi my friends!

You Can Leave The Military, But It Never Really Leaves You…

A friend sent this to me today, reminding me of the upcoming Veterans Day. Everything in this is true, and goes a long way to explaining some of the wistfulness your significant other might exhibit driving past a military base…

Occasionally, I venture back out to the air base where I’m greeted by an imposing security guard who looks carefully at my identification card, hands it back and says, “Have a good day, tech sergeant.” Every time I go back onto Charleston Air Force Base it feels good to be called by my previous rank, but odd to be in civilian clothes, walking among the servicemen and servicewomen going about their duties as I once did, years ago.

The military, for all its flaws, is a comfort zone for anyone who has ever worn the uniform. It’s a place where you know the rules and know they are enforced; a place where everybody is busy but not too busy to take care of business. Because there exists behind the gates of every military facility an institutional understanding of respect, order, uniformity, accountability and dedication that becomes part of your marrow and never, ever leaves you.

Personally, I miss the fact that you always knew where you stood in the military, and who you were dealing with. That’s because you could read somebody’s uniform from 20 feet away and know the score. Service personnel wear their careers on their sleeves, so to speak. When you approach each other, you can read their name tag, examine their rank and, if they are in dress uniform, read their ribbons and know where they’ve served.

I miss all those little things you take for granted when you’re in the ranks, like breaking starch on a set of fatigues fresh from the laundry and standing in a perfectly straight line that looks like a mirror as it stretches to the endless horizon. I miss the sight of troops marching in the early morning mist, the sound of boot heels thumping in unison on the sidewalks, the bark of sergeants and the sing-song answers from the squads as they pass by in review.

To romanticize military service is to be far removed from its reality, because it’s very serious business, especially in times of war. But I miss the salutes I’d throw at officers and the crisp returns as we crisscrossed on the flight line. I miss the smell of jet fuel hanging heavily on the night air and the sound of engines roaring down runways and disappearing into the clouds. I even miss the hurry-up-and-wait mentality that enlisted men gripe about constantly, a masterful invention that bonded people more than they’ll ever know or admit.

I miss people taking off their hats when they enter a building, speaking directly and clearly to others and never showing disrespect for rank, race, religion or gender. Mostly I miss being a small cog in a machine so complex it constantly circumnavigates the Earth and so simple it feeds everyone on time, three times a day, on the ground, in the air or at sea. Mostly, I don’t know anyone who has served who regrets it, and doesn’t feel a sense of pride when they pass through those gates and re-enter the world they left behind with their youth.

Face it guys [and gals], we all miss it. Whether you had one tour or a career, it shaped your life.

I celebrated…

Getting my M-1 back together… 🙂

My gunsmith called me this morning to say he’d completed the reassembly, so I decided to take a couple of hours off to celebrate my ability to actually shoot a gun!

(I know what I don’t know how to do, and getting all the ‘fiddley bits’ back together without screwing it up and/or screwing up either the wood or something else pointed me to my gunsmith to do it.)

Here is a picture of the rifle as originally received from CMP… It was clean and 99% on the metal, but the stock had been beaten around over the years in armories. It shot good (2 MOA at 100 yards) and I decided it deserved to have a good looking stock to go with the original metal. After a number of calls/recommendations/back and forth, I went with Phillip McFerrin the Gun Stock Doc down in Alabama. All I can say is WOW!!! He did a super job on the furniture, and didn’t touch the cartouches at all!

OBTW, you DO get funny looks when you show up at the range in a coat and tie to shoot… And I had no spotting scope, so I shot 5 shots cold (with the 3 o’clock flyer called) offhand then walked down and took a look. I was high, so went back and reset and then shot the next five and got them all in the black.
Of note- no sling, off hand, so this is NOT a reflection of how well the rifle shoots, but how badly I shot it…
But enough about that, look at that stock! It is beautiful, and it IS the original stock! No more dings, dents, paint… 🙂 And my gunsmith told me I’ll probably be accused of putting a ‘fake’ stock on the rifle!!! I told him I’ll just send them to him as a reference 🙂

Here is a closer pic of the butt stock! Smooth as a baby’s butt 🙂
Here’s a picture of the action and you can see how good the metal and parkerizing is!

Here is a picture of the action from the side- almost NO damage to the action/parkerizing!

Here is a picture of the throat ( now I DID clean it before the pic) but effectively no wear at all!

The only dings are on the front sight, barrel end from where it was stacked in the rack(s) in various armories, but still… and look at the wood on that fore stock!

And finally a picture of the pieces/parts I’ve picked up thanks to friends looking for ‘stuff’ for me! The bayonet is a correct 1951 bayonet in the original sheath, and the web belt is a pre-war clip pouch belt with 1911 mag pouch and correct first aid kit. Without the folks in the shooting community who freely gave of their time and expertise, I would have never been able to enjoy this rifle nor put these pieces together to pass down to my grandson!
Thanks Folks!

Twas the Night Before Elections…

An oldie but a goody and pretty damn appropriate again… No idea who wrote this back in 2008, but they were prescient.

‘Twas the night before elections
And all through the town
Tempers were flaring
Emotions all up and down!

I, in my bathrobe
With a cat in my lap
Had cut off the TV
Tired of political crap.

When all of a sudden
There arose such a noise
I peered out of my window
Saw Obama and his boys

They had come for my wallet
They wanted my pay
To give to the others
Who had not worked a day!

He snatched up my money
And quick as a wink
Jumped back on his bandwagon
As I gagged from the stink

He then rallied his henchmen
Who were pulling his cart
I could tell they were out
To tear my country apart!

” On Fannie, on Freddie, On Biden and Ayers!
On Acorn, On Pelosi”
He screamed at the pairs!
They took off for his cause

And as he flew out of sight
I heard him laugh at the nation
Who wouldn’t stand up and fight!
So I leave you to think
On this one final note-

IF YOU DON’T WANT SOCIALISM GET OUT AND VOTE!!!!

It is now November, I hope you’ve REMEBERED IN NOVEMBER!!!

I really don’t care whom you vote for, but PLEASE VOTE! It’s important for you, me and all of us… We need to show the powers that be that WE THE PEOPLE do care and want control of our government back.

I see Range Time in my future…

At least a couple of the new acquisitions made it today… 🙂

FN-45 Tactical (full ‘kit’) so to speak…

FN .45 Tactical- The pistol…
Winchester Model 70 Featherweight 30-06 with Leupold 3-9X40 up.
And no damn time to go to the range… sigh…