I know that those things are a little different but they're the two things that really hit me now.
The big thing the past couple of days has been tonight. Tonight was, unfortunately, two different things. While it's, as normal, meeting night for Scouts, it was also the night for a square dance with the homeschool group we're in. Several families that we know were going to it, including the Mortons. I'd been wanting to go to this, since I'd been able to attend two previous ones. However, scouts was also happening.
Well, I'd been praying fervently for a few things. The first was that God would, whatever happened, help me to realize that it's His will for it to happen, and that it would be the best for it to happen that way. I also asked that I would not be thinking about this constantly, even though I really wanted to get to the square dance. As well, I was, obviously, praying that God would make it possible for me to get there. Lastly, I prayed that He would make it obvious whether or not I would go.
Well, my prayers were all answered, to one extent or another. Thankfully, I've mostly been able to deal with the fact that the 3rd request wasn't answered the way I wished for. I wasn't thinking about it a ton, and actually managed to concentrate on a hard English test I took today and did rather well on. Also, He made it quite obvious whether or not the meeting should still go on. Only one boy wasn't there.
The meeting was very productive. Everyone (that needed it) got at least one rank advancement requirement done tonight, and several got more than one. The meeting went very well, and I kept busy enough that I wasn't even tempted to be upset about missing out on all the other fun. However, one of the moms picking up her two sons said that the attendance was down, and that especially there weren't a lot of guys there. I still wish that I could have gone, but I'm almost glad that I didn't, since it reinforced that, since I have a duty and a responsibility to attend the meetings, I have to choose that over pleasure.
Thankfully, we have a great God. He knows what's best for us and He does it for us. It was, in the grand scheme of things, best for me to miss the square dance tonight. It would have been bad for me to be there. He upholds us in trials and He keeps us going. He gives us encouragements other places, often in places that we never expect things to have things go well. Our God is wonderful.
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The second half is rather different. This message was forwarded to me by my an aunt. Hopefully this does help to get the word out a little bit better. By the way, these claims can be substantiated, hopefully soon before a judge...
Unfortunately, many have forgotten and still countless others have never known how Ms. Fonda betrayed not only the idea of our country, but specific men who served and sacrificed during Vietnam .
The first part of this is from an F-4E pilot. The pilot's name is Jerry Driscoll, a River Rat. In 1968, the former Commandant of the USAF Survival School was a POW in Ho Lo Prison, the "Hanoi Hilton." Dragged from a stinking cesspit of a cell, cleaned, fed, and dressed in clean PJ's, he was ordered to describe for a visiting American "Peace Activist" the "lenient and humane treatment" he'd received. He spat at Ms. Fonda, was clubbed, and was dragged away. During the subsequent beating, he fell forward on to the camp Commandant 's feet, which sent that officer berserk. In 1978, the Air Force Colonel still suffered from double vision, which permanently ended his flying career, from the Commandant's frenzied application of a wooden baton.
From 1963-65, Col. Larry Carrigan was in the 47FW/DO (F-4E's). He spent 6 years in the "Hanoi Hilton," the first three of which his family only knew he was "missing in action". His wife lived on faith that he was still alive. His group, too, got the cleaned-up, fed and clothed routine in preparation for a "peace delegation" visit. They, however, had time, and devised a plan to get word to the world that they were alive and still survived. Each man concealed a tiny piece of paper, with his Social Security Number on it, in the palm of his hand. When paraded before Ms. Fonda and a cameraman, she walked the line, shaking each man's hand and asking little encouraging snippets like: "Aren't you sorry you bombed babies?" and "Are you grateful for the humane treatment from your benevolent captors?" Believing this HAD to be an act, they each palmed her their sliver of paper. She took them all without missing a beat. At the end of the line and once the camera stopped rolling, to the shocked disbelief of the POWs, she turned to the officer in charge and handed him all the little pieces of paper.
Three men died from the subsequent beatings. Colonel Carrigan was almost number four, but he survived, which is the only reason we know of her actions that day.
I was a civilian economic development advisor in Vietnam , and was captured by the North Vietnamese communists in South Vietnam in> 1968, and held prisoner for over 5 years. I spent 27 months in solitary confinement; one year in a cage in Cambodia; and one year in a "black box" in Hanoi. My North Vietnamese captors deliberately poisoned and murdered a female missionary, a nurse in a leprosarium in Ban me Thuot, South Vietnam , whom I buried in the jungle near the Cambodian border. At one time, I weighed only about 90 lbs. My normal weight is 170 lbs.
We were Jane Fonda's "war criminals." When Jane Fonda was in Hanoi , I was asked by the camp communist political officer if I would be willing to meet with her. I said yes, for I wanted to tell her about the real treatment we POW's received and how different it was from the treatment purported by the North Vietnamese, and parroted by her as "humane and lenient."
Because of this, I spent three days on a rocky floor on my knees, with my arms outstretched with a large steel weights placed on my hands, and beaten with a bamboo cane.
I had the opportunity to meet with Jane Fonda soon after I was released. I asked her if she would be willing to debate me on TV. She never did answer me.
These first-hand experiences do not exemplify someone who should be honored as part of "100 Years of Great Women." Lest we forge: "100 Years of Great Women" should never include a traitor whose hands are covered with the blood of so many patriots. There are few things I have strong visceral reactions to, but Hanoi Jane's participation in blatant treason is one of them.
RONALD D. SAMPSON, CMSgt, USAF
The big thing the past couple of days has been tonight. Tonight was, unfortunately, two different things. While it's, as normal, meeting night for Scouts, it was also the night for a square dance with the homeschool group we're in. Several families that we know were going to it, including the Mortons. I'd been wanting to go to this, since I'd been able to attend two previous ones. However, scouts was also happening.
Well, I'd been praying fervently for a few things. The first was that God would, whatever happened, help me to realize that it's His will for it to happen, and that it would be the best for it to happen that way. I also asked that I would not be thinking about this constantly, even though I really wanted to get to the square dance. As well, I was, obviously, praying that God would make it possible for me to get there. Lastly, I prayed that He would make it obvious whether or not I would go.
Well, my prayers were all answered, to one extent or another. Thankfully, I've mostly been able to deal with the fact that the 3rd request wasn't answered the way I wished for. I wasn't thinking about it a ton, and actually managed to concentrate on a hard English test I took today and did rather well on. Also, He made it quite obvious whether or not the meeting should still go on. Only one boy wasn't there.
The meeting was very productive. Everyone (that needed it) got at least one rank advancement requirement done tonight, and several got more than one. The meeting went very well, and I kept busy enough that I wasn't even tempted to be upset about missing out on all the other fun. However, one of the moms picking up her two sons said that the attendance was down, and that especially there weren't a lot of guys there. I still wish that I could have gone, but I'm almost glad that I didn't, since it reinforced that, since I have a duty and a responsibility to attend the meetings, I have to choose that over pleasure.
Thankfully, we have a great God. He knows what's best for us and He does it for us. It was, in the grand scheme of things, best for me to miss the square dance tonight. It would have been bad for me to be there. He upholds us in trials and He keeps us going. He gives us encouragements other places, often in places that we never expect things to have things go well. Our God is wonderful.
*******************************************
The second half is rather different. This message was forwarded to me by my an aunt. Hopefully this does help to get the word out a little bit better. By the way, these claims can be substantiated, hopefully soon before a judge...
Unfortunately, many have forgotten and still countless others have never known how Ms. Fonda betrayed not only the idea of our country, but specific men who served and sacrificed during Vietnam .
The first part of this is from an F-4E pilot. The pilot's name is Jerry Driscoll, a River Rat. In 1968, the former Commandant of the USAF Survival School was a POW in Ho Lo Prison, the "Hanoi Hilton." Dragged from a stinking cesspit of a cell, cleaned, fed, and dressed in clean PJ's, he was ordered to describe for a visiting American "Peace Activist" the "lenient and humane treatment" he'd received. He spat at Ms. Fonda, was clubbed, and was dragged away. During the subsequent beating, he fell forward on to the camp Commandant 's feet, which sent that officer berserk. In 1978, the Air Force Colonel still suffered from double vision, which permanently ended his flying career, from the Commandant's frenzied application of a wooden baton.
From 1963-65, Col. Larry Carrigan was in the 47FW/DO (F-4E's). He spent 6 years in the "Hanoi Hilton," the first three of which his family only knew he was "missing in action". His wife lived on faith that he was still alive. His group, too, got the cleaned-up, fed and clothed routine in preparation for a "peace delegation" visit. They, however, had time, and devised a plan to get word to the world that they were alive and still survived. Each man concealed a tiny piece of paper, with his Social Security Number on it, in the palm of his hand. When paraded before Ms. Fonda and a cameraman, she walked the line, shaking each man's hand and asking little encouraging snippets like: "Aren't you sorry you bombed babies?" and "Are you grateful for the humane treatment from your benevolent captors?" Believing this HAD to be an act, they each palmed her their sliver of paper. She took them all without missing a beat. At the end of the line and once the camera stopped rolling, to the shocked disbelief of the POWs, she turned to the officer in charge and handed him all the little pieces of paper.
Three men died from the subsequent beatings. Colonel Carrigan was almost number four, but he survived, which is the only reason we know of her actions that day.
I was a civilian economic development advisor in Vietnam , and was captured by the North Vietnamese communists in South Vietnam in> 1968, and held prisoner for over 5 years. I spent 27 months in solitary confinement; one year in a cage in Cambodia; and one year in a "black box" in Hanoi. My North Vietnamese captors deliberately poisoned and murdered a female missionary, a nurse in a leprosarium in Ban me Thuot, South Vietnam , whom I buried in the jungle near the Cambodian border. At one time, I weighed only about 90 lbs. My normal weight is 170 lbs.
We were Jane Fonda's "war criminals." When Jane Fonda was in Hanoi , I was asked by the camp communist political officer if I would be willing to meet with her. I said yes, for I wanted to tell her about the real treatment we POW's received and how different it was from the treatment purported by the North Vietnamese, and parroted by her as "humane and lenient."
Because of this, I spent three days on a rocky floor on my knees, with my arms outstretched with a large steel weights placed on my hands, and beaten with a bamboo cane.
I had the opportunity to meet with Jane Fonda soon after I was released. I asked her if she would be willing to debate me on TV. She never did answer me.
These first-hand experiences do not exemplify someone who should be honored as part of "100 Years of Great Women." Lest we forge: "100 Years of Great Women" should never include a traitor whose hands are covered with the blood of so many patriots. There are few things I have strong visceral reactions to, but Hanoi Jane's participation in blatant treason is one of them.
RONALD D. SAMPSON, CMSgt, USAF
NOTE--This is not totally true. View next post to see. This edit was done March 4.
I personally agree with pretty much everything here. However, I don't have time to elaborate, since I need to get going and clean up my brother's bedroom. He's coming home on Friday for a week and a half of Spring Break!
By the way, one last thing. I have several more tests to do this week. I'd appreciate prayer that they'd all go well! Thanks to all of you who have been praying--it's certainly helped. Good night!
View of our side yard from the back porch
Our house--buried
Interesting formation in the side yard. It was caused by the wind that came with the snow.
I'll have more later!