Mother of all bombs GBU-43 B Massive Ordnance Air Blast.
U.S. on 04.11.2017 dropped the most powerful conventional bomb in its arsenal on Nangarhar, Afghanistan.
The bomb, known in military ranks as “MOAB,” or the “mother of all bombs,” was used Thursday for the first time in combat, though it was developed in the early 2000s.
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The American Legion and the Veterans of Foreign wars are building a Veterans Park in the city of Macedonia which is in the Nordonia Hills School District in Ohio
Last Spring both the American Legion (AL) Post 801 and the Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW) Post 6768 that I belong to, in the Nordonia Hills area of Ohio, decided to fix up and rededicate an old neglected park making it a first class veterans park. The entire project would cost over $360,000 if done as a normal project but we have been about to secure many parts of this project as donations in kind reducing our actual cash requirement significantly. So far we have raised almost $40,000 in cash secured a Grant for $20,000 and have a commitment for about $65,000 in construction value.
That allowed us to order a memorial and work toward finishing the first phase of the project by Memorial day May 29, 2017 three months from now. We have about $14,000 in the bank, as I write this, and only need $25,000 more to completed Phase One which is about a $150,000 investment. 100% of the money raised goes to the project as the AL and VFW personal are the only ones involved in the fundraising and we do not take any compensation. However this is a city of Macedonia park and they are responsible for much of the major site prep and concert work that will be required as well as maintenance of the park when it is done. Not counting the on going maintenance of the park the cities work to prepare the site is probably about 40% of the project.
Below are two pictures the one on the left is what we started with and the one on the right is an architects rendering of the park done last year and although a few changes have been made to accommodate some of the legal and environmental restrictions this rendering is very close to what is actually being constructed.
Here are a couple of views of the park that were created for us by a local artist Sharron Finn, they were used to create the plan view of the park shown above in the .
The Veterans memorial that we will be installing in three months is shown next the image on the right is the front and the image on the right is the back. The base in gray granite is 84 inches wide 20 inches deep and 12 inches high. Siding on top of of the base is the memorial which black granite and it is 72 inches wide 72 inches tall and 8 inches thick.
The next images are of some of the planed sub monuments one for each conflict the country has been in which will be placed in the Veterans Park after the main memorial and plaza are finished this June The first is for the current War on Terror (WOT) and will be to the left as you walk in the main gate. These sub monuments will be on a base 48 inches wide 14 inches deep and 8 inches high. The vertical sitting on the base will be 36 inches wide 18 inches deep and 60 inches high.
The second sub monument is from the Vietnam War which will be on the right as you come in the main entrance
Any donations made toward this project are tax deductible as we are a 501(c)19 (same as a 501(c)3 for tax purposes. You can check either of the to Posts involved in this project
Click here for American Legion Nordonia Hills Post 801
Click here for Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 6768
Click here for The City of Macedonia the veterans park project is the last link on the right side.
For information on the project and find the various ways we have established to donate to the project
Click here for the Veterans Memorial Park web site
If you would just like to make a simple donation by credit card of PayPal
Click here for the Go Fund Me Park web site
David Pristash, Commander American Legion Nordonia Hills Post 801
To all my Brothers (and Sisters now as well) in Arms!
History of the legendary Colt .45 M1911
Captagon Makes ISIS Fighters Superhuman or Are They Just a Warrior Cult?
According to various sources, ISIS is using the drug Captagon to create superhuman warriors. Perhaps this is true. However, it is by no means the first encounter with a warrior culture and it would be a mistake to assume it is simply drugs.
The modern legend of warrior cults came from the island of Mindanao, where the U.S. Army had to invent the .45 automatic to stop the fanatical Moros from cutting down American soldiers in the Philippine Islands. The legend is not entirely wrong. It is very true that fighting the Moros was indeed the primary motivator for the “invention” of the .45 automatic. It is true that from 1911 until 1985, the Colt Model 1911 .45 caliber semi-automatic pistol was the official sidearm of the U.S. military and became the most famous pistol in military history.
In the late 19th century, the U.S. adopted the Colt Model 1894 .38 caliber double-action (DA) revolver as the standard sidearm for officers. The six-shot Colt .38 DA represented advanced technology, replacing the famous Colt .45 “Peacemaker” which was a single-action that had to be cocked by hand each shot. The Colt .38 was used during the Spanish-American War, which was actually only two days of actual ground combat. The Philippine-American War (called at the time the “Philippine Insurrection”) was nearly as long as World War II itself from February 1899 to July 4, 1902, because it was really a guerrilla war that they saw as a national liberation battle.
The Filipino Army of Liberation had to make their own bullets and had perhaps one rifle for every three soldiers. Over 4,000 Americans were killed out of 126,468 troops, so the death rate was actually higher than the Vietnam War. The Filipino troops used the bolo, which was a fearsome, short, 16 to 18-inch razor sharp weapon used to in harvesting crops and hacking through trails in the jungle. American troops with a single shot weapon did not stand a chance, and often against a charge of several hundred bolo armed men.
As the war came to an end in the north, suddenly the south island of Mindanao erupted with the first battle taking place between the Americans and the Muslim Moros on May 2, 1902; the Battle of Bayan. Yes, they were Muslim and the fieriest warriors of all. The Americans killed about half of the 600 Moros warriors. About 10% of the American troops were severely wounded in a matter of minutes. American troops ran out of ammo and fixed their bayonets. A wave of Moro warriors were hiding in nearby trenches and charged, swinging their terrifying bolo short swords and some with the double-handled kampilan, while others had the double-edged wavy kris that was considered to be the most deadly of all. One survivor of that battle, Capt. C.C. Smith, recounted that “in hand-to-hand combat our soldiers are no match for the Moro. If our first shot misses the target, we rarely have time to get off another.” In the end, all the officers were killed and about half of the American troops were cut down. Only a torrential rainfall saved the rest.
The battle against the Moro lasted more than a decade from 1903-1913. The most famous of the Moros warriors was Panglima Hassan who was a Tausug war leader. He refused to surrender and by himself he rushed the American line with only his sword. They opened fired but he cut up one American soldier and two officers before being brought down. His body was inspected and thirty-two bullets hit him before a last bullet from a sergeant’s revolver shot him square between the eyes.
The newspapers asserted that the Moros were “hopped up” on drugs. They wore bamboo armor and old Spanish helmets for protection during these charges. This was just propaganda. The Moros were a warrior culture much like the Spartans of ancient Greece or the Celts who would charge at the Romans in a sure death charge. There was never any possibility of surrender in any of these cultures for it was considered dishonorable and highly shameful in both society and their religious values. So there was no possibility of returning after the war. All of these cultures embraced death as honorable where they would gain instant entry to heaven if they died in battle. The Celts believed they would simply be reincarnated. This type of mental state did not require chemicals.
The first A1semi-automatic pistols were finally shipped to Moro land thirty years later in 1944-1945. No doubt, the experience with the Moro Muslim warriors inspired the semi-automatic .45 to become a standard issue when they faced another hard to stop warrior type society – the Japanese.
FROM ONE VET TO ALL THE OTHER VETERANS BACK TO THE BEGINNING — THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!
THE UNKNOWNS
This is the trailer for a coming film The Unknowns a documentary film by U.S. Army Veterans Neal Schrodetzki and Ethan Morse.
Only for those that have been a military commander!
by Lt. Col. George Goodson, USMC (Ret)
*The smell of Nuc Mam.
*The heat, dust, and humidity.
*The blue exhaust of cycles clogging the streets.
*Elephants moving silently through the tall grass.
*Hard eyes behind the servile smiles of the villagers.
*Standing on a mountain in Laos and hearing a tiger roar.
*A young girl squeezing my hand as my medic delivered her baby.
*The flowing Ao Dais of the young women biking down Tran Hung Dao.
*My two years as Casualty Notification Officer in North Carolina, Virginia, and Maryland.
voice, “Colonel, the Sergeant Major. He’s been in this job two years. He’s packed pretty tight. I’m worried about him.” I nodded.
*MY FIRST NOTIFICATION*
*Name, rank, and serial number.
*Name, address, and phone number of next of kin.
*Date of and limited details about the Marine’s death.
*Approximate date the body would arrive at the Norfolk Naval Air Station.
*A strong recommendation on whether the casket should be opened or closed.
*THE FUNERALS*
instructed to say, “On behalf of a grateful nation….” I didn’t think the nation was grateful, so I didn’t say that.
Sometimes, my emotions got the best of me and I couldn’t speak. When that happened, I just handed them the flag and touched a shoulder. They would look at me and nod. Once a mother said to me, “I’m so sorry you have this terrible job.” My eyes filled with tears and I leaned over and kissed her.
*ANOTHER NOTIFICATION*
leaving. The funeral took place about two weeks later. We went through the drill. The mother never looked at me. The father looked at me once and shook his head sadly.
*ANOTHER NOTIFICATION*
got another one, Colonel.” I nodded, walked into my office, picked up the phone, took notes, thanked the officer
making the call, I have no idea why, and hung up. Jolly, who had listened, came in with a special Telephone Directory
that translates telephone numbers into the person’s address and place of employment.
The father of this casualty was a Longshoreman. He lived a mile from my office. I called the Longshoreman’s Union Office and asked for the Business Manager. He answered the phone, I told him who I was, and asked for the father’s schedule. The Business Manager asked, “Is it his son?” I said nothing. After a moment, he said, in a low voice, “Tom is at home today.” I said, “Don’t call him. I’ll take care of that.” The Business Manager said, “Aye, Aye Sir,” and then explained, “Tom and I were Marines in WWII.”
I got in my staff car and drove to the house. I was in uniform. I knocked and a woman in her early forties answered the door. I saw instantly that she was clueless. I asked, “Is Mr. Smith home?” She smiled pleasantly and responded, “Yes, but he’s eating breakfast now. Can you come back later?” I said, “I’m sorry. It’s important. I need to see him now.” She nodded, stepped back into the beach house and said, “Tom, it’s for you.”
A moment later, a ruddy man in his late forties, appeared at the door. He looked at me, turned absolutely pale, steadied himself, and said, “Jesus Christ man, he’s only been there three weeks!”
Months passed. More notifications and more funerals. Then one day while I was running, Sergeant Jolly stepped outside the building and gave a loud whistle, two fingers in his mouth…… I never could do that….. and held an imaginary phone to his ear.
Another call from Headquarters Marine Corps. I took notes, said, “Got it.” and hung up. I had stopped saying “Thank You” long ago.
Jolly, “Where?” Me, “Eastern Shore of Maryland. The father is a retired Chief Petty Officer. His brother will accompany the body back from Vietnam….” Jolly shook his head slowly, straightened, and then said, “This time of day, it’ll take three hours to get there and back. I’ll call the Naval Air Station and borrow a helicopter. And I’ll have Captain Tolliver get one of his men to meet you and drive you to the Chief’s home.”
He did, and 40 minutes later, I was knocking on the father’s door. He opened the door, looked at me, then looked at the Marine standing at parade rest beside the car, and asked, “Which one of my boys was it, Colonel?” I stayed a couple of hours, gave him all the information, my office and home phone number and told him to call me, anytime. He called me that evening about 2300 (11:00PM). “I’ve gone through my boy’s papers and found his will. He asked to be buried at sea. Can you make that happen?” I said, “Yes I can, Chief. I can and I will.”
My wife who had been listening said, “Can you do that?” I told her, “I have no idea. But I’m going to break my ass trying.” I called Lieutenant General Alpha Bowser, Commanding General, Fleet Marine Force Atlantic, at home about 2330, explained the situation, and asked, “General, can you get me a quick appointment with the Admiral at Atlantic Fleet Headquarters?” General Bowser said,” George, you be there tomorrow at 0900. He will see you.”
I was and the Admiral did. He said coldly, “How can the Navy help the Marine Corps, Colonel?” I told him the story. He turned to his Chief of Staff and said, “Which is the sharpest destroyer in port?” The Chief of Staff responded with a
name. The Admiral called the ship, “Captain, you’re going to do a burial at sea. You’ll report to a Marine Lieutenant Colonel Goodson until this mission is completed… “
He hung up, looked at me, and said, “The next time you need a ship, Colonel, call me. You don’t have to sic Al Bowser on my ass.” I responded, “Aye Aye, Sir” and got the hell out of his office. I went to the ship and met with the Captain, Executive Officer, and the Senior Chief. Sergeant Jolly and I trained the ship’s crew for four days. Then Jolly raised a question none of us had thought of. He said, “These government caskets are air tight. How do we keep it from
floating?”
All the high priced help, including me, sat there looking dumb. Then the Senior Chief stood and said, “Come on Jolly. I know a bar where the retired guys from World War II hang out.” They returned a couple of hours later, slightly the worst for wear, and said, “It’s simple; we cut four 12″ holes in the outer shell of the casket on each side and insert 300 lbs. of lead in the foot end of the casket. We can handle that, no sweat.”
The day arrived. The ship and the sailors looked razor sharp. General Bowser, the Admiral, a US Senator, and a Navy Band were on board. The sealed casket was brought aboard and taken below for modification. The ship got underway to the 12-fathom depth. The sun was hot. The ocean flat. The casket was brought aft and placed on a catafalque. The Chaplin spoke. The volleys were fired. The flag was removed, folded, and I gave it to the father. The band played “Eternal Father Strong to Save.” The casket was raised slightly at the head and it slid into the sea.
The heavy casket plunged straight down about six feet. The incoming water collided with the air pockets in the outer shell. The casket stopped abruptly, rose straight out of the water about three feet, stopped, and slowly slipped back into the sea. The air bubbles rising from the sinking casket sparkled in the sunlight as the casket disappeared from sight forever….
said, “General, get me out of here. I can’t take this anymore.” I was transferred two weeks later. I was a good Marine but, after 17 years, I had seen too much death and too much suffering. I was used up.
Vacating the house, my family and I drove to the office in a two-car convoy. I said my goodbyes. Sergeant Jolly walked out with me. He waved at my family, looked at me with tears in his eyes, came to attention, saluted, and said, “Well Done, Colonel. Well Done.” I felt as if I had received the Medal of Honor!
A veteran is someone who, at one point, wrote a blank check made payable to ‘The United States of America for an amount of up to and including their life.’ That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no
longer understand it.’
A day at the Range last week
To the troopers that were wounded or killed at Special Force CIDG camp Bu Dop A-341in 1967
Special Forces casualties resulting from combat operations conducted at or around 5th SF Group (Abn) camp Bu Dop A-341 Between September 1967 through December 1967. The dates are when the incident occurred and the panel & line are the location on the Vietnam memorial wall. The second date was when that person died from wounds or MIA status changed to presumed dead. These we some of the men I served with in Vietnam
MAJ John O. Cooper, III KIA October 26, 1967
Panel 28E, Line 73
SP5 Joseph R. Beck, Jr. KIA October 26, 1967
Panel 28E, Line 72
SFC Elmer R. L. Ables, Jr. KIA October 26, 1967
Panel 28E, Line 71
MSG James O. White WIA November, 28 1967
SFC Herman A. McBride KIA November 29, 1967
Panel 31E, Line 6
SSG Michal Millner MIA November 29, 1967 July 2, 1974
Panel 31E, Line 005
SP4 Paul Posey WIA December 1, 1967
SP4 Jerry D. Schroeder WIA December 8, 1967 January 3, 1968
Panel 33E, Line 32
MSG Ernest O. Broom WIA December 8, 1967 January 11 1968
Panel 34E, Line 27
1 LT David J Pristash WIA December 8, 1967











