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The diatribe (many many missives) below is a collective of the old gouge (echo-mikes) PTB has shared with family and close friends only…..

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Here we go………………….. in a rather unorganized manner…. What else

A Christmas Story (perhaps worthy of printing and reading Christmas Day)
Mele Kalikimaka Linda W.

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid.

I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my
friend dropped the bomb:

"There is no Santa Claus," she jeered.
"Even dummies know that!"

My Grandma was the gushy kind, always had been. I fled to her that
day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma
always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a
whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous"
cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma
said so. It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told
her everything. She was ready for me.

"No Santa Claus?" she
snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going
around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad! Now, put on your
coat, and let's go."

"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second
world-famous cinnamon bun.

"Where" turned out to be Monaghan's Dime Store, the one store in town
that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through
it's doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those
days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone
who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked
out of Monaghans.

I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother,
but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed
big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas
shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching
that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy
it for.

I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors,
the kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about
thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid
with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs.
Sawyer's third grade class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew
that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother
always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all
we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he had no good
coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would
buy Bobby Decker a coat!

I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real
warm, and he would like that. "Is this a Christmas present for
someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten
dollars down.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."

The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really
needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the
coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper
and ribbons (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her
Bible) and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it.

Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me
over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and
forever officially, one of Santa's helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept
noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave
me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going." I took a
deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step,
pounded his doorbell and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.

Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open.

Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Forty plus years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside
my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful
rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous.
Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.

I still have Grandma's Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95

Have a Happy & Merry Merry Christmas .....

Daeline: Boston

Tom Flaherty just wagered my Christmas Bow Tie was a "clip-on"

After a long staring review.

As P. T. Barnum said: "a sucker is born every 29 seconds....."

Wager was settled by an outrageous waitress at Durgin Park ... to the entertainment of all...

It is a sunny albeit cold morning in Bean Town with pile of white Christmas snow abounding. Heading into Durgin park Nathaniel hall with Tom & Bob Flaherty then meeting some powerfully contact real Irishmen to discuss ambassadorial matters for Hawaii.

Then on to Worcester, Massachusetts mid day Saturday to watch Assumption's college's top basketball athlete with Mr. Flaherty and Jim Sharp. The Flaherty's are a great all American Irish Catholic Family Meghan their 14 year old daughter solved the Hitchcock Christmas card in 29 seconds ... clearly superior and better than Mom & Dad.

Dateline: Chicago (WGC) O'hare International zero-dark thirty 0515 arrived from HNL To see my mother and sister, Dickie Moore, Archbishop-Cardinal George and Dr. Caleel.

Last night, Sunday was a kick, as I pulled up to General McAbee home at MCBH K-Bay Hawaii I remembered the deck of infamous Iraqi playing cards resting on my vehicle's console.

Took them inside for the Christmas reception. Jerry McAbee and I conspired to give a short speech about what a great day it was. Locking up that mass killer in Iraq. We then presented the Ace of Spades to the guests. General Gregson, Admiral Dornan and other flag officers were present. Jerry ask ptb to run an "X" thru the picture of Saddam. (Ace of Spades) I demurred and an army general did the deed to much applause. The MarForPac band then led all in Christmas caroles.

Quite a Marine way of celebrating a great day.

It started with an Egyptian comm at 0300 announcing the capture of this vile human being. Was up anyway for the Honolulu marathon start line in in front of my home at Ala Moana Beach Park. After waking up a sleepy Colonel Bates at 0500 Pendleton time, I led Fire team One Jim Sharp and Steve Colon in the first ten miles of this event. Tom Prentice was racked out at K-Bay beach cottage. (UA)

A really terrific day.

Aloha &Merry Christmas,

Patrick of Chicago wireless 775 771 2929

Yesterday she whipped ptb at ping pong 31 to 29. She is on the tennis team at school. Just was awarded a school "Letter" ... cool kid.

Then after an hour of workout, my next action is a run along the ocean, fisherman's wharf to the town of Pacific Grove and return to Sports Center. ( 6 miles) Where to decelerate the next phase is shooting ten free throw basket balls. (record best 9 ... worst only 1) Then suit up for a long swim in a terrific pool. As many as two dozen swimmers can concurrently do laps. Then back to the locker room for shower, shaving and a change of costume (civvies) Followed by tea and regrouping for the day activities.

17Dec 1130 Lunch at Butch's with Tom Moloney next...Pizza tonight with Dr. Caleel.

Just visited the Cardinal's awesome residence which is a Christmas wonderland. Lovely manager setting and enormous tree all lite up beautifully. Dr Caleel, Richard Moore and ptb presented the infamous archbishop polo mallet. He totally enjoyed the moment. Played with it and the polo ball. Invited him to Hawaii and across the street to the spectacular Annette Caleel decorated home. ptb HQ when in Chi-Town. Everywhere in snow and freezing winds about twelve degrees above zero .... Chilly.

Chicago is quite the Christmas town. My kinda of town......

Patrick / Santa O U T

Dateline: Chicago (WGC) O'hare International zero-dark thirty 0515 arrived from HNL To see my mother and sister, Dickie Moore, Archbishop-Cardinal George and Dr. Caleel.

Last night, Sunday was a kick, as I pulled up to General McAbee home at MCBH K-Bay Hawaii I remembered the deck of infamous Iraqi playing cards resting on my vehicle's console.

Took them inside for the Christmas reception. Jerry McAbee and I conspired to give a short speech about what a great day it was. Locking up that mass killer in Iraq. We then presented the Ace of Spades to the guests. General Gregson, Admiral Dornan and other flag officers were present. Jerry ask ptb to run an "X" thru the picture of Saddam. (Ace of Spades) I demurred and an army general did the deed to much applause. The MarForPac band then led all in Christmas caroles.

Quite a Marine way of celebrating a great day.

It started with an Egyptian comm at 0300 announcing the capture of this vile human being. Was up anyway for the Honolulu marathon start line in in front of my home at Ala Moana Beach Park. After waking up a sleepy Colonel Bates at 0500 Pendleton time, I led Fire team One Jim Sharp and Steve Colon in the first ten miles of this event. Tom Prentice was racked out at K-Bay beach cottage. (UA)

A really terrific day.

Aloha &Merry Christmas,

Patrick of Chicago wireless 775 771 2929

Of course the most meaningful event for ptb was Mitch Paige’s farewell and ceremony as described below …. Pictures via hyper link …. Colonel Bates' moving eulogy is below also ....

VMA 211 thundered overhead while the pallbearers from the Seventh Marines precisely folded the Stars and Stripes draping Mitch Paige’s mortal remains

“A Marine Named Mitch” is placed to rest after his long and final battle. The backdrop was the beautiful Medal of Honor pavilion at the National Cemetery in Riverside California. The engraved names of America’s heroes are listed in gold on the marble walls surrounding the reflecting pool.

Over twelve hundred Marines, family and special guests came to celebrate this great man’s life. Mitch Paige, a man with fierce integrity and passionate patriotism, set the bar at a new level. Many times an event will occur in my life and I will wonder what Mitch would think of my conduct.

“Perhaps one of the most impressive ceremonies the Corps has ever executed.”

“Colonel Bates’ farewell speech would quickly dampen, even the driest eye.”

The Colonel after his moving eulogy, slowly marched over to on the coffin. Followed by a tap on the flag and a slow Marine salute to Mitch … a tradition, few present will ever forget.

“Lt General Jim Conway’s carriage and bearing were the epitome of Marine.” His comforting words will long be remembered by Marilyn Paige, as she received the flag from the gentleman who lead our Marine Expeditionary Force into Baghdad.

Marilyn Paige once again comported herself with the style and grace, we have become accustomed to seeing.” Clearly, a woman worthy of being the First Lady of America’s foremost hero.

The Marine Band (1st Division) Mitch’s favorite played a flawless portrayal of the Colonel’s favorites from the Battle Hymn of the Republic and Onward Christian Soldiers. As the flag draped coffin entered and exited the sounds of the Marine’s Hymn were played painstakingly slow. Later two buglers performed “echo taps” flawlessly.

Congressmen, Mayors, Generals, MOH recipients, CEO’s and countless fine Americans were all present.

If one is judged by the company one keeps, Mitch no doubt has a Divison Level command up there. You know the place ….

(VMA 211same squadron that gave close air support to the Seventh Marines on Guadalcanal.

FUNERAL: Col. Mitchell Paige was remembered as a modest man who downplayed his heroism.

RIVERSIDE - Medal of Honor recipient Mitchell Paige was remembered Sunday as a "warrior, officer, gentleman, mentor, guide and leader" whose courage changed the course of World War II.

About 650 people attended services at Riverside National Cemetery for Col. Paige, a retired Marine Corps colonel who died Nov. 15 at his home in La Quinta at age 85.

Col. Paige was decorated with the nation's highest military honor for gallantry at Guadalcanal. On the night of Oct. 25-26, 1942, Col. Paige -- then a platoon sergeant -- led 33 Marines who repulsed a series of human-wave attacks by 2,500 Japanese that left every one of the Americans killed or wounded. Col. Paige suffered a bayonet wound to his hand and shrapnel injuries.

Military brass recognized the significance of Col. Paige's action immediately, Bates said. Had the Japanese routed Col. Paige's tiny force, they probably would have ousted the Americans from Guadalcanal and threatened Australia, New Zealand and much of the Pacific.

"He could still tell you about his Marines, their service numbers, their rifle numbers, their hopes and fears," Bates said. "He cared for them so much."

Several speakers remembered Col. Paige as a modest man who downplayed his heroism, telling admirers that he was only doing his job when he earned the Medal of Honor.

"Maybe Mitch's most compelling quality was his supreme humility," said Michael Goldware of Riverside, a family friend. "He stated that he was merely the custodian of the medal and that he wore it for all 33 men of his platoon."

In later years, Col. Paige exposed nearly 100 imposters who claimed to have earned the Medal of Honor. He worked with the FBI to help draft laws making it a crime to fraudulently wear the Medal of Honor.

Col. Paige's service also included a 21-gun salute and flyover of planes from the same squadron that supported him on Guadalcanal. Lt. Gen. James Conway, commanding general of the 1st Marine Expeditionary Force, presented Col. Paige's widow, Marilyn Paige, with the American flag.

Eight Medal of Honor recipients attended Col. Paige's funeral, including Army. Col. Lewis Millett, 82, of Idyllwild, who was decorated for gallantry in the Korean War, and Robert Bush, 77, of Indio, a Navy corpsman who received the Medal of Honor for actions on Okinawa in World War II.

Cick above for excerpts & pictures from Mitch's book "A Marine Named Mitch" Devil Pup Edition III

Mitchell Paige, a retired marine colonel who received the Congressional Medal of Honor for heroism in World War II's Battle of Guadalcanal, has died. He was 85.

Paige, whose family said was the last surviving Medal of Honor recipient from the historic ground battle, died at his home in La Quinta on Saturday from congestive heart failure, said family spokesman Michael Landes. He had long suffered from heart problems.

"I called him my husband, my sweetheart and my hero, as well as my friend," his wife, Marilyn Paige, said. "When I met him I said 'You must be where the name gentleman comes from.' He was very unassuming and yet willing to stand up for what he believed."

On Oct. 26, 1942, Paige was leading a platoon of 33 men when the Japanese broke through the line directly in front of his position at Guadalcanal, part of the Solomon Islands in the South Pacific Ocean.

With all the men in his machine gunner group killed or wounded, he continued to fire on advancing troops until reinforcements arrived. He then led a bayonet charge and drove the enemy's line back.

A few weeks after the battle, Maj. Gen. A. A. Vandergrift, commander of the First Marine Division and later commandant of the Marine Corps, commended Paige: "Son, that was an important hill that you and your men held. It was the last major Japanese effort to dislodge us and capture the airstrip."

Paige was given a battlefield promotion to second lieutenant and was one of 440 Medal of Honor recipients in World War II, although 250 were honored posthumously.

After the war, he wrote a book, "A Marine Named Mitch," and later served as the model for a GI Joe Marine Doll.

Earlier this year, Paige was awarded his Eagle Scout badge 67 years after skipping the ceremony for a career in the Marine Corps. He also was involved in a number of veterans causes and worked to catch Medal of Honor impostors.

The son of Serbian immigrants, Paige was born in Charleroi, Pa., in 1918. He is survived by his wife, six children, 15 grandchildren and six great-grandchildren.

Services are scheduled for Nov. 23 at the Riverside National Cemetery. The family asks that donations be made to the Marine Corps Scholarship Foundation or the World War II Museum in Eldred, Pa.

Col. Mitchell Paige, a feisty and outspoken Marine who received the Medal of Honor for his "extraordinary heroism" during World War II and then spent decades exposing phonies who claimed the nation's highest military decoration, died Saturday at his home in La Quinta (Riverside County).

Col. Paige, who spent several years living in Redwood City before moving to his retirement home in La Quinta, was a "Marine's Marine," one longtime friend said.

"He was the epitome of a Marine," said retired Marine Lt. Col. Thomas Vetter of San Juan Capistrano (Orange County). "He cared about his men, and whenever he gave a talk, he said, 'This Medal of Honor belongs to all 33 men in my platoon on Guadalcanal.' "

He was born in Charleroi, Pa., in 1918, and at the age of 17 walked 200 miles to a Marine recruiting station in Baltimore and tried to join. The Marines turned him down. He waited until he was 18, and this time they let him in. Pearl Harbor was still four years away.

On Oct. 26, 1942, he found himself in the thick of battle as a platoon sergeant during the pivotal battle for Guadalcanal in the Solomon Islands, a key to the island-hopping campaign westward by U.S. forces bent on invading Japan.

"When the enemy broke through the line directly in front of his position, " his Medal of Honor citation reads, "P/Sgt. Paige, commanding a machinegun section with fearless determination, continued to direct the fire of his gunners until all his men were either killed or wounded. Alone, against the deadly hail of Japanese shells, he fought with his gun and when it was destroyed, took over another, moving from gun to gun, never ceasing his withering fire against the advancing hordes until reinforcements finally arrived. Then, forming a new line, he dauntlessly and aggressively led a bayonet charge, driving the enemy back and preventing a breakthrough in our lines."

Platoon Sgt. Paige received a battlefield commission as a lieutenant, stayed in the Marine Corps and eventually retired in 1964 as a full colonel. His autobiography, "A Marine Named Mitch," was published in 1975. Initially, he didn't want to write it, but he was talked into it by a pal, actor (and former combat Marine) Lee Marvin. The book is now in its fifth printing and is part of the "U.S. Marine Reading Program," a reading list approved by the commandant of the Marine Corps.

Although he was now well out of harm's way and spending much of his time as a public speaker, at the heart of Col. Paige's life, as always, was The Medal.

The Medal of Honor is not just any medal. Nearly 40 million men and women have fought in America's wars since the start of the Civil War, but only 3,408 have been recipients of the medal (some of them more than once), 614 of them posthumously, according to the Web site of the Congressional Medal of Honor Society. The medal carries with it an aura of exclusivity, a mystique that makes four-star generals salute humble enlisted men who wear the coveted ribbon. As of April 2003, there were only 137 living recipients of the medal, according to the society.

So it was all the more galling to Col. Paige when he discovered there were many Americans who were saying they'd won it. (One of the first things anyone learns in Medal of Honor lore is that you don't win it; you receive it. It's not a competition.) In a lengthy interview with The Chronicle at his La Quinta home four years ago, Col. Paige railed against the liars, saying he found them all over the place -- in parades, at military bases, being mentioned in obituaries. At the time, he said he had bagged at least 500 phonies.

Col. Paige said he had once been invited by a major general friend of his to ride with another medal recipient at a parade at the Twentynine Palms Marine Corps Base, not far from his home. When he got there, "the guy was sitting in the car, and I walked up and took one look and told my friend, 'John, I'm going to watch the parade from the stands. He's a phony, an impostor.' "

The man, posing as a Navy captain, had never received the medal and, moreover, had never been in the service.

Memorial services for Col. Paige, whose Medal of Honor was pinned on his chest by President Franklin Roosevelt, will be held at 1 p.m. Sunday at Riverside National Cemetery, 22495 Van Buren Blvd., Riverside.

Col. Paige is survived by his wife, Marilyn; a son, Mitchell J. Paige of Goddard, Kan., and a daughter, Janis Bruha of San Mateo; two stepdaughters, Wendy Allaire of Laguna Hills (Orange County) and Judith Terry of Biggs (Butte County); two stepsons, William Wylde of Whittier (Los Angeles County) and Robert Corey Wylde of Fullerton (Orange County); and 15 grandchildren.

Well this Thanksgiving is another moment to be grateful for family, friends, good health and surviving a few adventures in '03.

Will be with Laura for Christmas and the Navy for Turkey day. Spent some time with Bill O'Reilly at the MCBH Kaneohe. Been somewhat of a fan of Bill's show "The Factor" on the Fox Network. It is now the highest rated cable show. Felt, Mr. O'Reilly was at times was a touch unfair to his guests. The private time spent with Mr. O'Reilly was impressive. He in private all six foot four inches was a gentleman. Later his ninety minute speech to a theatre filled with Marines followed by thirty minutes of Q & A's "spin zone" was enjoyable, and kept everyone's complete interest. He made a great case for forcing people in authority to speak straight on vital subjects. He believes the FACTOR forces straight talk and the viewers (not Bill) make their own decisions.

Gave Bill a photograph of LtCol. Ollie North & PTB from Operation Iraq Freedom last March. It was inscribed as follows:

(Note was forged by ptb while General McAbee watched minutes prior to presentation)

And so the public address system at Dillingham airfield north shore Oahu boomed out as the applause of the spectators and other jumpers echoed in the background. Colonel Bates just executed two flawless sky dives from three miles up and three miles out over the Pacific Ocean. Then circled over the Mokuleia Polo Field. They were perfect stand-up landings ... like a feather on the grass runway at Dillingham. He then proceeded to visit the Dillingham Mansion and later review the polo game underway with Murph Dailey pontificating.

What a week ... as always when Colonel Bates and his lovely wife are in paradise. Tom Prentice (USMC Major type) was also in Oahu for a short work trip.

Needless to say it started off with announce short jog around Pearl Harbor which ended up a two hour arduous round trip to Camp Smith up in the hills over looking the Naval Base. John Bates loves "PT" many of his Leatherneck neighbors at Pendleton refuse to "PT" with John. Perhaps PTB should also go undercover ...?

We went to an Argentina gourmet evening at the Outrigger Canoe Club where three "Gentry" ladies from Argentina hosted a lovely evening. PTB wore his "bombachas" presented to me by Marcus Uranga the founder and President of the International Polo Association. (Riding breeches) plus a Team Donegal polo shirt #3. Several guests wanted to know if I had rented an Argie costume ... insulting. Gave an engraved "te quierro Aragonite" mallet to their gourmet Baille the head gentleman of this dining club started in 1229 in France. Lovely event in spite of the food being too much and too rich a diet for PTB.

The next week we went to Honolulu's venerable Pacific Club over 150 years old. Where the American businessmen and Navy & Marine officers plotted the over throw of the Hawaii Queen and her government in 1893. The Central Pacific Bank Chairman Clint Arnoldus threw a tasteful Halloween party at the club. Where he offered a special salute to John Bates as a returning war hero. PTB went as a Jesuit priest and had a super time quoting Latin and offering time in the confessional this Saturday to various guests. Those two years in the Seminary with Dickie Moore finally paid a dividend. ... smile. Pictures should be available thru Shutterfly. Com.

After nearly twenty years of zero Halloween activity for PTB, we all were guests at Chesty Puller's house where Marine General Gardner hosted a truly great party. Special effects, gourmet food a contest for best costume. It was terrific. After having collected much data on Fleet Admiral Nimitz (Five Stars) for the annual tennis tourney PTB & Jerrie Moore started last June at Pearl Harbor in his honor I was ready.

Dressed impeccably with a five star Admiral nameplate adorning an exact replica uniform ... down to the detail. Passing thru security at main gate Pearl broke Colonel Bates (second vehicle) and PTB up. The Navy petty officer choked for a moment and then snapped to attention and proffered quite a salute. (as well as a sailor can salute)

Told four Star Admirals Walt Doren and Tom Fargo in front of Marines present that I had failed to pass as a sailor. Was caught each and every time I returned a salute. (hard not to be a Marine sometimes)

Next evening came the 2/3 battalion birthday ball, where Colonel Bates was the guest speaker. (politically incorrect too- bless him) The Colonel stated that the radical Muslims wanted to die for Mohammed. This creates a " win-win" situation as the Marine Corps wishes to shoot them.

We concluded with Mrs. Bates WCMW giving a dual lessons in tennis and humility to JRB & PTB.

Alooooha Kop from warm & humid Thailand "PT" ing sans Colonel Bates & Admiral Metzger..... visited the Royal Cliff Hotel...Pattaya Beach ... then on to Bangkok via Hua Hin and Elephant Polo Tournament ... onward to week long military review of battle sites in Vietnam. Where I understand US Capitalism has ultimately won the country over....

Arrived to visit US Marines and Thai Marines on station. Land of Smiles and my favorite dish pad se u gai were welcomed sights.

A retired Navy master chief just took PTB & special friends for a scuba dive...former SEAL type.

Waters near Pattaya are dark and foreboding.... little to see and visibility not desirable.

The rules are different and are cleverly tuned to this 4000-pound environment. The field is about the size of a football field. They use the Thai Infantry grounds near the resorts in Hua Hin. Three on a side, two chukkers of ten minutes each per game. Switch mounts after the first chukker. Umpires are mounted on a elephant in a royal chair in comfort. The ball is the same outdoor one use at all FIP & USPA games. Rules are adjusted so that only one player from each side may be in the "D" near the goal posts. Elephants take up a little space.

This is their third successful year in Thailand with all the pomp and glory of a Polo America Production. Many big name sponsors as well as quite a following, which fills several, beach hotels during off-season. This year Chevas Regal was the major sponsor.

In spite of Thailand's love of Buddha they are remarkably tolerant of many life styles. One team labeled the Screwless Tuskers is all transsexuals..."Lady Boys" who played in pink and full make up.

Twelve teams competed for the coveted cup. From Australia, Britain Army Team, India, Sri Lanka, Germany, and of course Thailand. Many horse polo types participate.

The mallets range from 75 inches to 96 inches and the stress in much harder on the wrist and arm then low altitude polo. Twenty-two elephants who play long days with most players using the same elephants and rotating mounts and half time. These bright creatures consume seven tons daily of pineapples tops, bananas, watermelons and vitamin supplements. When compared to a horse or dog they seem very intelligent. Their trainers are passionately into these elephants.

These two ton mounts each have a pilot a "mahouts" who astride the next direct jumbo to the next shot. It is a lot of fun and perhaps a little safer and a whole lot slower than horse polo. The whole range of shots appear with the more experience polo players neck shots etc. Near side is rarely used. Players sew a Thai translation on to their trousers. It makes in easier to have comm. with the mahout.

Next year will be in Hua Hin September '04.... Tune up your Pachyderm in time.

Been with Tom & some Marines solely except for one weekend of Elephant Polo...what a kick ... captured some classic pictures for my "I love me room..." Will be proselytizing Hawaii polo and writing an article for USA Polo Magazine and another for Marine Gazette.

Aloha Kop from Pattaya Beach, Thailand near the Thai Naval & Marine Headquarters. In answer to queries from JPS, "PT" is undertaken with Major Prentice each and every day.

Tom is working with US and Thai forces on new high tech devices it appears to be classified. My only knowledge is what I read in the Bangkok Post relative to Cobra Gold II.

We travel on via van to Bangkok, fly via Thailand Air to Hanoi , drive south to Saigon and back to BKK and home to Hawaii. (ETA 6Oct03)

... as the saying goes and the Thai Marines have raised that to a new plateau.

These 29,000 Thai Marines have from Commandant down the same pride and spirit de corps as their friends in America.

Their uniforms, utilities, traditions, monuments, museum all be speak of close ties to America's leathernecks.

The new Commandant Vice Admiral Virit speaks highly of his time with General Hagee, Lt. General Libutti and more recently his friend Lt. General Chip Gregson in Hawaii. Meet GlaHarn, Lt Monchai and other staff members of the Thai Marine Command.

Their Sunset Parade is awesome. It is a once a year event which retires all officers who have reached the age of sixty. Similar to US airlines compulsive rule on retirement at sixty. This year thirty senior officers and one four star Admiral Terdsak Satiensawasdi, the former Commandant retired at this ceremony.

Their parade started at one hour before sunset on their headquarters parade deck, a charming waterfront location. Two bands several drill teams, one originally trained about twenty years ago by the Marines from Washington Barracks 8th and I s.e. These units may be a touch away from our Marine Corps experience but they would rival and surpass any units anywhere in Asia. As well as many United States military branches (non Marines) for military appearance and pride.

The ceremony has over fifty veteran sky divers, seven from HAHO levels with one sky diver transporting the Thai Marine canine mascot to the delight of the large audience.

They have developed the skill of firing blank rounds intermingled with drill moves on and off the ground in the parade area. Somewhat disconcerting to have point blank rounds fired at the reviewing stand ... remember the President of Egypt.

We are discussing having a Thailand version of Devil Pups here in the "Land of Smiles'

These Thai Marines may be the sharpest troops in Asia at presenting a first class military show.

Spent quite a bit of time at Thai Marine Corps headquarters.....met with Thai Marine Commandant last night. Vice Admiral Verit ( they use Naval ranks...owned by Thai Navy etc...) Discussed Devil Pups with their new Commandant...impressive young men....no ladies in Thai military. Attended sunset parade last night awesome show....Marines in Washington collaborated on the event many years ago. Invited Verit to visit Hawaii as my guest.... he is a life long bachelor... claims Thai women are the prettiest in the world.

Tonight Friday, may be going to Marine House at Embassy to attend their weekly TGIF evening with Embassy Security Marines. Sunday dinner with several senior Marines permanently based here in Bangkok at Major Mollohan family's residence. Colonel Jack Dibrell. LtColonel Pate who appear ready and able to support a Pup operation in Thailand.

Last night had a super dinner with the three officers who will make the Thai Pups thing happen. Colonel Jack Dibrell, LtCol Tate, and our neat host Major Mollohan. ( gentleman who cloned inadvertently the ND Leprechaun of Lt Colonel Paul Kennedy.

They had Tex Mex at their home for Tom _ Major type who did not make it....sadly.

Gave them a slide presentation of all the new Pups slides including JRB & PTB Butch Cassidy jump. (used the show on Shutterfly.com)

They intend to run it up to the Prime Minister and the Thai Naval CNO Admiral. They even have budget to do some of this type of activity....cool.

On 29th will finally shove off for Nam ... the "easy" way.....without a rifle (sans M14) . BKK to Hanoi...drive to Saigon with Majors Prentice and Etnyre visiting Marine sites along the way...then return from Ho Chi Min City to HNL via BKK & NRT.

A item J.R. Bates and I missed last liberty..... last week got to jump off the 55 story Pattaya Tower on a cable deal.... another Truman Photo op... quite a ride..... zero people queued up for it.

Sawadee kop and more from Buddha Ville, this week no showed at a dinner with Chicago's Cardinal at my old seminary Quigley... He should have joined us over here...

Located at the "Shake Down the Thunder Pub" on Soi 33 circa: Sukumvit the finals went down to Hong Kong Jack Slattery and two other Irish Gentlemen....Major Prentice and P. T. Brent

... With two balls left PTB squeaked one past one cool Marine infantry officer... and the rest is Irish history ... smile... the Major would triumph later in the Danang Beach Tourney held at the former China Beach Resort.

This entire journey has had great workout rooms as well as running and swimming spots.

Looking forward to seeing Robb Etnyre...this retrospective on the two long wars French / USA should be enlightening.

Safely ensconced in Hanoi at Major Robb and Karen Etnyre charming lakeside residence.

Visited the Hanoi Hilton War (Hoa Lo Prison) a sad history... from the dungeons to the French guillotine still present. To where our men were kept for up to eight years. On display was Senator John McCain's flight suit and gear. Has well as the leg iron the French created and later were used on American Pilots.

PT 'd with Robb & Tom at the Hanoi Club...another lakeside location. Many Lakes in a charming City....reminds one of what the thirties must have been like...the old restaurants are like French Colonialists must have enjoyed...way back when.

Took a speedboat out to floating barge restaurant tonight....costs of everything appears less than Thailand. DVD'd are less than a dollar US. Suspicion is some may be illegal.

Went to an ATM with drew 2 million Viet "Dong" in hundred thousand notes. Equals 140. US dollars.

ATM Shows my available balance at 2.4 Billion Cash...unfortunately my new "billionaire" status in Vietnamese "Dong" currency. 15,000 to one US Buck

Attended a moving ceremony on the tarmac at Ha Nie Airport of four recently found MIA US aviators..... After only 25 hours in Hanoi, Vietnam and was fortunate enough to witness / attend the ceremony for the remains of four US servicemen being return to Hickham Hawaii for forensic DNA identity.

It was held with the US Vietnam Ambassador and several Marines present (3 Majors 0302 types) and placed aboard USAF C130 to Thailand and on to Hickham Hawaii via Guam with full honors.

The JTFFA Joint Task Force for Full Accounting originally had over 1800 still missing. It is a costly but honorable pursuit our country continues with cooperation of the Vietnamese Authorities. Since 1973 this was the 90th time remains of Americans have been handed back. This totals 810 since this program started. This was the 74th search and the process continues. America stands almost unique in attempts to get our boys back home.

Day three we launched arguably the largest POV in Vietnam on infamous highway One towards Saigon (labeled Ho Chi Min City by the victors). The day visited the birthplace of Ho Chi Minh. He also commonly called Uncle Ho and is much revered. The mausoleum in Hanoi where he is entombed and on display two hours per day is an awesome structure about eight stories tall. Their honor guard and ceremony at sunrise and sunset is a spectacle which rivals the best the USA has to offer. He died a few years short of his victory but his hand picked successors carried on their mission. Which seems to be slowly converting over to capitalism. All America's bad taste from KFC chicken to movies, jeans etc are becoming quite popular.

New levels of international highway gambling were created...ask TSOCP about cattle counts and accident counts on the "Road to Saigon" Our ace driver "Hung" was the only winner.

Ho Chi Minh was born in Vinh. His birthplace is a shrine. Tourists pay locals do not. There is a double standard for many costs in Vietnam. Second day we rolled onto Hue City located on the banks of the Perfume River, where there is the Citadel and former moat surrounded castle where Chinese styled Emperors for generations lead the good life. One had 500 Concubines, twenty eunuchs and 132 children and of course one wife the Queen. This is quite a place to visit. We did the tour in a torrential rain and it seem to make it special. American and ARVN forces freed the city after 25 days of North Viet Army occupation where they executed thousands of dissenters. Hue (pronounce "way" city) is an old an charming City rickshaws still ply the old streets now powered by a bike driver in the rear position. The 100-year-old classic Saigon Hotel is still operating. Their version of the Royal Hawaiian Hotel.

Stopped briefly at the Gulf of Tonkin to watch the shrimpers ply their trade and touch these infamous waters.

Next day on to Dong Ha, Quang Tri and the caves at Binh Moc. These caves go 75 feet deep in a labyrinth of tunnels designed to protect civilians from the B 52 bombs several huge craters a nearby. Seventeen babies were born in the caves during the war. It is a sight to experience.

"This is our heaven and they came to bomb us" Located near the ocean and when you immerge from the claustrophobic tour you are on a tropical beach.

Over three million Vietnam people died in the war. Two million civilians. We lost 58,000+ We dropped more bombs on North Vietnam than all of Europe in World War II.

On the Danang Headquarters of our Marines during the war. The spot Red Beach where Marines were the firsts combat troops to arrive in country. Next to this beach in China Beach famous by the TV series of same name. The old R B&R resort is now a Five star Futurama Hotel and is worth a visit.

Wide boulevard witness the French Paris an influence. The delicious breads are fresh baked hourly at small vendors. The venerable old Continental Hotel was our headquarters. Where in room 214 Graham Greene wrote the Ugly American

Saturday evening had some more outstanding Vietnamese food. It is vastly superior to any served stateside. Watch the lovely Viet Ladies wearing their traditional Au Dai dresses. Let hope they avoid blue jeans for a few more years. Very feminine and classy look. Visited the famous watering holes the DMZ and Apocalypse Now to celebrate Tom's birthday early.

Missed Laura at Notre Dame this morning....Tommy & Robb still snoozing......

It is Sunday Morning in Saigon, went to 0530 Mass & Communion at the beautiful Cathedral de Notre Dame ( sans Quarterback)

Ran two laps (one for Tom & One for Robb...smile) around the square and Riverfront...Saigon River....celebrated Tommy's 34 natal day early (12Oct03) with Robb Etnyre Major USMC type and prepared to start the long two day journey east to Honolulu. Where several new and charming improvements to Ph7 were done in September while PTB was in the field. Heads tune up and four new doors...two louver and two etched glass.

It is an attack on America in part unfair...disgusting... not use to others being the "Victor" and having USA tanks and property on site for ridicule.....plus they go way over the line on their one sided portrayal of American Forces. Some exhibits are in extreme bad taste, however it is all a tragedy

Food, people, cost, weather all super is a tourist place used by the French but not Americans....great values.

Off to Hua Hin and Pachyderm Polo..Hua Hin is about three hours south of Bangkok and directly opposite Pattaya on the Gulf of Siam. Elephant Polo is a kick and more serious than meets the eye or one would expect. Originally dreamed by James Manclark and later co creator Jim Edwards, British Army ex-pat, of Nepal launched the sport near their famous Tiger Tops location. His son now carries on the tradition some twenty years later. The rules are different and cleverly tuned to this environment. The field is about the size of a football field. They use the Thai Infantry grounds near the resorts in Hua Hin. Three on a side, two chukkers of ten minutes each per game. Switch mounts after the first chukker. Umpires are mounted on an elephant in a royal chair in comfort. The ball is the same outdoor one use at all FIP & USPA games. Rules are adjusted so that only one player from each side may be in the "D" near the goal posts. Elephants take up a little space.

During the game an elephant struck another one ninety degrees placing the player at risk. Although shaken a bit he survived because the elephant did not roll quite enough to crush the polo player. The player is firmly tied in at the waist and the hips. The driver unencumbered rolled free.

A member of George Haas' safety committee suggested to Chris Stafford President of the Elephant Polo Association, the ropes be looped thru the end of a nylon safety belt and the clasp become a two-action parachute release type. Allowing an emergency out and not an accidental release.

This is the third successful year in Thailand with all the pomp and glory of a Polo America Production. Many big name sponsors and quite a following which fills several beach hotels during off-season. This year Chevas Regal was the major sponsor.

In spite of Thailand's love of Buddha they are remarkably tolerant of many life styles. One team labeled the Screwless Tuskers is all transsexuals..."Lady Boys" who played in matching pink shirts and full make up.

Twelve teams competed for the coveted cup. From Australia, Britain Army Team, India, Sri Lanka, Germany, and of course Thailand. Many horse polo types do participate.

The mallets range from 75 inches to 96 inches and the stress in much harder on the wrist and arm then horse polo. Twenty-two elephants who play long days with most players using the same elephants and rotating mounts and half time. This bright creatures consume seven tons daily of pineapples tops, bananas, watermelons and vitamin supplements.

Next year will be in Hua Hin September '04.... Tune up your Pachyderm in time.

Aloha ... ... well just getting over a stomach bacteria with a fourteen day regiment of antibiotics ... eight pills a day.( medically called H-pylori aka Helico bacter)

A Doctor who is like Sherlock Holmes discovered a condition prior to any trouble that would have led to ulcers. Ulcers are something PTB has been known to give and clearly not receive...smile.

Should be at full "PT" program soon ... trying to travel a little less........was sicker than dirt upon arrival in Honolulu ... the same antibiotics cured my jet flu.

During last Viet/Thai journey put in new doors and bathroom tops with waterfall facets. The doors are ...two louvre and two glass...sand blasted and etched by a local artist with a giant palm tree with everything good and sacred engraved secretly within the art work....cool.

Just finish a board meeting and owners meeting for the hotel. Have launched the "Protocol 29" lobby requirements.... Giving PTB the dubious title of "devout minimalist."

May be going to my first costume bash at Chest Puller's house 30 October in twenty years... going as Jesuit Priest... roman collar etc..... Good type casting...after two years in the seminary ... why not???

Yesterday was Bobby Pfeiffer's (Chairman Emeritus Alexander & Baldwin and Matson Navigation) Memorial Service. Today Bobby's and wife Mary's ashes will be scattered off Diamond Head from aboard the Matson Container Ship "R.J. Pfeiffer." Bobby was a giant of Hawai'i business and generous in corporate and personal charitable giving. The Hawaii Maritime Center would not exist were it not for Bobby's generous support.

I want to pass along a quote from Bobby that his family shared at the service. It captures how we feel about our home.

"Hawai'i still has the same wonders of beauty, grace and naturalness that warmed my heart and mind as a school boy running barefoot along the beaches in Hilo. Hawai'i, like the world has changed in many ways, but the islands never will lose their ideal climate, the magic of their mountains, and sea and the beauty of their flowers and trees, lush valleys and sparkling waterfalls. Out of this perfect setting comes the eternal spirit of Aloha, inspiring harmony among people of different racial origins, religious and cultues more successfully than any other land on Earth; which makes Hawai'i the world's most pleasant place to live."

“Style & Form are everything…. substance is a myth”… Nick Calvert 17 March 1969

This Tower Condo board has decided to carefully outline the required appearance of our tower lobby.

The theory is that the cost affect is zero to have a clean, understated appearance much like the better properties. Professional hotel men have stated:

“Less is more” and a devout minimal environment is what management should strive for…

1. All machines, TV’s, advertising, brochures, water coolers, MUST be out-of-sight. Not in the lobby but if they are essential for guests they should be by the beverage machines and ALL out-of-sight.

3. staplers. Credit card applications, coupons and items of this ilk…under desk.

4. There is many ways of disseminating literature…etc…without making our prime area a flea market.

5. (Regardless of contracts, pals, deals, conflicts, …the protocol is primary)

6. … A clean and clutter free counter is our goal… (Not even a pen) will class up the tower with the cost is only conscientious management.

9. Plastic flowers should be replaced with items of plain décor or real flowers.

10. Management should walk around to be sure this is a on going way of doing business.

11. All staff should pick up trash as they go to and from work especially the managers who set the professional tone.

12. One great hotel exec Conrad Hilton once said: The best ingredient in a hotel property is the managers and owners walking around and caring….

13. Cigarette smoking should be in the side areas…not in front of property. Trash and cigarette refuse containers should be chosen for simple and utilitarian design. Not located in front of the main door.

14 thru 29 Everyone picks up litter…everyone owners, staff, hopefully even guests pick up as they walk thru the property.

C.R. Smith founder & CEO American Airlines said “if you take care of the little things; the big things will take care of themselves.

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Well, finally home in Hawaii from the infamous "PT" with Colonel Bates and the Marines week...ouch.

John Bates, reputedly the finest Leatherneck anywhere, has eight-mile runs up and down Pendleton hills that try the soul. Already dehydrated from a couple. of Bonus runs, I took on a six-mile beach water run with 300 Devil Pups and their officers. Running ankle to knee deep in the Pacific Ocean is no picnic. Then came the 35-foot tower jump and the long hike up "Old Smokey" at sunset. Where at sunset we have a moving ceremony and present the official challenge coins to the pups. Flags waving and the Marines Hymn make sure there is not a dry eye in the unit.

Captured many photographs of the three boys P.T. Brent Shangai'd into the encampment. From England, Atherton Ca, and Hawaii. These may be seen at web site.......

Where our tower jump and a few other "hurrah" photographs are available....... below are even more Pups photos many many......

Landed the week prior at the Santa Barbara polo club, where I attended the moving service for Eric Friden at the Santa Barbara Mission. Eric Friden was eulogized beautifully to a packed church. Scores of people (SRO) standing followed by a reception at his hotel El encanto in the hills over looking the Ocean. Eric died violently five days prior on field one at Santa Barbara Polo Field. Played with him in desert and in Southern California for twenty years. Eric was the sixth player I knew personally to die on the polo field,

Back at Camp Pendleton the emphasis is on Devil Pup activities. The second increment (each with 300 pups) has just completed training.

Will be creating some footage of JRB & PTB introducing the new DVD edition of Hollywood and Marines while PT ing.

It is once again terrific to be associating with real Marines doing the training they do so well.

After a seeing some pals at Quarters Six in San Francisco on 14 September (Bilbo's natal day), traveled to Monterey to bond with a charming fifteen-year-old daughter and work out at the MBSC their awesome sports center on the ocean.

Then came the sad news of Mrs. Madelyne Trione death. Decided to take a rental car to Santa Rosa for the funeral. The Trione family is special. They have an Italian warmth and charm, which makes them all lovable. The Church they built is contiguous to the Polo field in Santa Rosa. Named the Star of the Sea, which took the place of PTB suggested name of Our Lady of the Mallet. The funeral mass had every seat and standing area filled to capacity. Two Bishops and six Monsignors officiated the Mass for Mrs. Trione. The Eulogies given by her sons Victor and Mark were warm, moving and a touch humorous. She had a wonderful sense of humor and family. Victor said this had to be a nightmare for their pastor. The church is overfilled with hundreds of heavy hitters; and he cannot pass the collection plate. Monsignor Fahey in his charming brogue said Madelyne Trione was re locating to a "gated community" (small laughter followed) he said; this community always has its gate opened. The name of the community is Heaven.

Was able to visit with a few long time polo friends. Hopefully I will see Henry Trione in Hawaii more often now. In spite of Henry's scores of friends at moments he seem so all-alone at the funeral.

Then drove to Oakland caught a late flight to San Diego. Had Saturday breakfast at the Red Sails Inn, an old haunt of Nick's, JWC and Rick Bockelman. Shoved of for US Navy Coronado Island's "O" Club for a great beach wedding celebrating Josh and Stacey Bates. What a great pair, bright, attractive and Marine Lieutenants to boot!

Then grabbed a commuter to LAX and a flight to HNL Finished a totally captivating book on the China Marines of 1941. A true and exciting adventure called "Warning of War" by James Brady, a Marine who collaborated with my friend Colonel Dick Camp on this spell binding story. What a movie it should make. It is must read for Leathernecks.....finally landed at Honolulu's Airport..... and checked back into Penthouse Seven...Paradise.

Aboard the Nimitz class Carrier Lincoln with over 5,655 crew members, six air squadrons and no Leathernecks until....

Marvin Silverman, Richard Moore (Chicago Marine), Michael Watson (Dream Cruise Chairman) and PTB a great team photograph is on line with all team members having their shirt plackets, belts, and fly gig lines precisely perfect. (Marine-redundant)

Mahalo to Admiral Fargo and Doran (& Jerrie Moore ) for inviting PTB and three friends for a two day experience with Naval Aviation at its finest. Our designation was Fire Team one. Also accompanying us was the Governor of Hawaii and party. It was the "E" ride at Disneyland. Made you feel like you were with Spruance at Midway or on the set of JAG the TV show.

First departing Hickham |Air Force Hawaii for a tail hook landing on the carrier. Imagine stopping in 400 feet in one-second, facing aft and braced. Felt like the under side of the aircraft a C2 - Greyhound (COD) was ripped out. Having two days of briefing with the crew some friends of the USS Foster (real Navy).

All the DV cabins named after famous Abe Lincoln history i.e. Mary Todd Suite.(PTB's great great Grandmother)

What a ship the flight deck over four and one half acres. Looked like O'Hare Chicago compacted activity 12-14 hours per day. The crew's work ethic, attitude and patriotism were awesome. What enemy could hope to compete with the power of a US Navy nuclear carrier at war.

Departure Sunday at 1515 back to Hickham was launched from a steam driven catapult. Incredible going from zero to 150 knots in 2.3 seconds buckled heavily and braced. and 45 minutes later a convention landing at Hickham-Honolulu.

The military protocols aboard the carrier are dramatically different from surface ships and the Marines. While working professionally and arduously they have pay little service to military manners and discipline perhaps it is an aviation thing?

The adventure made me proud to be an \American and in awe of the extraordinary people who make the warship one hell of an airport at sea.

Too bad the Navy turned me down so many times, I had to join the Marine Corps.

Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch Ouch

PTB inform the rather large & strong masseuse has she tortured his aching body. Leilani, the stalwart masseuse continued to stimulate pain in his sore muscles. PTB had just completed a two and one half mile ocean swim (two hours & ten minutes) and was sunburned, sore and dehydrated. She continued to show no quarter.

She laughed and eased up....all well that ends well....I need more training.

however, I should have trained more. The finish saw P. T. Brent depleted and

dehydrated. Spent a day or two recovering and then started to believe the cruise on the

It turned out to be like a Tom Clancy novel except that I could hear the engine room and the Destroyer charging forth at 29 plus knots.

What an awesome and genuine leader the Navy-Marines have produced in Chuck Nygaard. Plus he is one damn good guy.

Well , enroute back to Paradise from Tahoe Reno area. Reflecting on a super journey to big Island called Ameerieka. After checking in with Polo pals in San Diego, went to annual Devil Pup encampment at Camp Pendleton. After fifteen years of watching decided to become the first Trustee to participate in the thirty-five foot tower jump, the six mile in the water beach run, and the final hike up Old Smokey 70 degree climb with the young kids.

Then on to see Laura, and business at BF&C in San Francisco. Then on to Denver linking up with Dr. Kelley of Outrigger Hotel fame.

What a platinum invitation!! Indeed Linda and Richard have a 115 acres NW of Denver surrounded by the Arapaho National forest. It is the only private land in an enormous area. Private road in and totally self sufficient. Satellite, telephone, satellite Internet, and satellite Television, as well as private generators, solar panels, batteries, water for about a dozen buildings comprising their completely private dude ranch. They have skeet, archery, seven ATV's and seven snow mobiles. Their heated pool is like the ranch 9,300 feet above sea level. Perhaps a Guinness world record?

They had Bob Hayworth of the Kingston Trio regale us one evening. We made several hikes up to the 12,000 foot level. Went back for a dinner in Denver with the Senator from Wyoming.

Next day took off to O’Hare and was destroyed by the airline food. Five days of food poisoning followed. Ouch. Fine now after being nursed by my sixth grade pal in Chicago Dick Moore and his wife.

On the Tahoe-Reno to visit my new home there. Setting up new procedures there and on to Hawaii.

What a surprise bumped in to a beautiful Lady age 15 at airport, my daughter was traveling to join her classmate for a week in Tahoe.

Aboard the Nimitz class Carrier Lincoln with over 5,655 crew members, six air squadrons and no Leathernecks until....

All the DV cabins named after famous Abe Lincoln history i.e. Mary Todd Suite.(PTB's great great Grandmother)

What a ship the flight deck over four and one half acres. Looked like O'Hare Chicago compacted activity 12-14 hours per day. The crew's work ethic, attitude and patriotism was awesome. What enemy could hope to compete with the power of a US Navy nuclear carrier at war.