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Old Timer

By J. D. Pendry

J. D. Pendry

Always in my pocket is Grandpa’s Old Timer pocket knife.  It was a gift from my Mother.  By any stretch, it’s not an expensive knife.  I like to reach into my pocket and wrap my hand around it.  There’s comfort in knowing something from the past can ground you in the present with memories of times and people.

Growing up in Southern West Virginia, pocket knives were common.  There’s much to be said about the calming effects of whittling.  Whether carving a masterpiece or simply shaving curls off a piece of wood it’s a great contemplative aid.  It also fills up time between catfish bites.  Shoes off sitting on the riverbank bare feet enjoying the coolness of the shoreline, hook freshly baited, a cloudless sky, birds singing, whittling on a stick.  It doesn’t get better than that.  From such scenes, the world long since moved on.  Probably not enticing to today’s overly stimulated.  There’s a lot of value in God’s calm and creation. The sounds of flowing stream, a fish jumping out of the water, birds chirping, even a bullfrog croaking.  I sat there on the bank of the Guyandotte fantasizing rafting down the river like Huck Finn.  It amounted to some unsuccessful tries and was replaced by the modern technology of the inner tube.  With all of the world’s newfound technology and gizmos, humans cannot recreate that environment.  Even with the best virtual reality goggles we cannot.

For boys of my generation, if you were fortunate enough to have a pocket knife it was always in your pocket.  I don’t know what sort of ruckus it may cause these days if a boy carried his pocket knife to school.  But we all did.   At recess, we’d gather up in the school yard.  We played marbles, always for keeps, or root-the-peg.  It’s also called mumbly peg among other names. Root-the-peg can be simple or complicated.  With the time constraints of school yard recess, we played the simple version.  With feet spread, you stand facing your opponent.  You throw the knife trying to stick it into the ground as close to your own foot as possible.  Whoever gets closest to his foot wins.  The winner gets to pound the peg (we used match sticks, horrors, we carried them too) into the ground and the loser rooted the peg out with his teeth.  Sticking the knife in one’s foot was rare and not recommended, but it was a winner.

We interacted with other kids and nature.  Nowadays, kids interact with their smart phones and indirectly with others.  Many of us adults do it too.  Seems like we are giving up the natural for imitation.  Could be I’m just hanging on to the past.  The internet and rapidly expanding technology sort of put nature on the back burner.  Interestingly, people who claim we are destroying our planet do so sitting inside air-conditioned cafes, mooching free WIFI, and sipping designer coffee. It’s hard to have real concern for something you’ve never experienced.  When your forest is concrete, it’s difficult to accept your appreciation for nature and God’s creation.  Viewing the world through a smartphone is like drinking diet pop.  It appears the same.  It may fool the taste buds.  But it brings less satisfaction than a glass of chemically treated tap water.  What the body craves and doesn’t get from the diet drink is gained by eating a biggie sized order of cheese fries.  Diet this, lite that, low fat this…  We didn’t have that when we were kids and we were not obese.  Maybe put down the phone get outside and exercise something besides our thumbs and have a bottle of real pop.  Maybe toss in a moon pie.  Maybe go out into the nature you’re convinced cannot survive the cancer of humankind.

It isn’t just smart phones.  We’ve given our private lives over to cameras, microphones, and the tech masters of the universe.  Our electronic assistant plays music for us, gives us the weather, sets the thermostat, locks the doors, starts the car, and opens the garage door.  And listens to every word, belch and fart happening in range of the microphone.  Ever have a neighbor that couldn’t get out of their garage because the electricity was out?  The neighbor that had no idea you can unlatch the door from the motor and open it manually.  Guess they could have found a video showing them how.

We’ve taken the natural out of everything.  Now we strive to dehumanize relationships.  Sex robots.  Never gets a headache, I guess.

I believe I’ll just hold on to Grandpa’s Old Timer.  Time is not passing me by.  Natural doesn’t change.  God’s creation and God never change.  And if you risk a game of root-the-peg, you might get dirt in your teeth.

As we approach America’s Independence Day, let’s focus on what is real.  What endures.  What only has a 1.0 version.  God Bless the United States of America.

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Can America Survive Our Guilt Complex Wholesale Hatred and Hopeless Division?

By J. D. Pendry

These days we’re offered heavy doses of guilt, hatred and division.  The people spreading it are the guiltiest of it.  One is left to wonder how the United States of America could produce such a dangerous collection of people.  Dangerous to our country and willing to sell their souls for just a brief taste of dominance and power.

Still fighting the Crusades

The Crusades ended in the 13th century.  Islam still battles and much of the Western world tries not to offend the religion of peace. If you want to learn where the divide began between Isaac, the promised son, and Ishmael,” He will be a wild donkey of a man; his hand will be against everyone and everyone’s hand against him, and he will live in hostility toward all his brothers” read Genesis.  To learn how history ends read the Book of Revelation.  For self-enlightenment, your fate, and the fate of the world, read everything in between.

On September 11, 2001, America was attacked by Islamists.  Put all of the conspiracy theories away and accept that it was Muslims mainly from Saudi Arabia that killed 3000 Americans.  We promptly added Islamophobia and xenophobia to our growing list of American phobias.  Fraught with American guilt, we started (and continue) teaching public school children about Islam, about Mohammad, about their holidays, how they pray, how they dress…  Go into any public-school classroom, where Christmas break is depicted on the academic calendars as winter break so as not to offend, and teach a class about Christianity and Jesus Christ.  Then prepare for all manner of hell to be visited upon your doorstep.  Islam is moving forward.  America, Christianity, and most of the Western world is in retrograde.

“Islam is not a religion by any standards. It is a militant, political and violent cult created by one man: Muhammad. It is time that we treat Islam as the greatest threat to the human race. The Islamic treasury, flushed with oil extortion money together with the help of Marxist-Democrats and Hollywood celebrities (“Muslim Brotherhood front-groups have targeted Hollywood as one of many vehicles through which to conduct its civilization jihad.”) are having the upper hand in this battle of survival for freedom.” Amil Imani, Is Islam a Religion?

Still fighting the US Civil War

Do we treat one another differently here in the land of the free?  Not much really.  The US Civil War ended over 150 years ago and along with it the abomination of slavery.  We’re still fighting it and some are trying to rewrite history of it while capitalizing on all opportunities to divide our people.  Some members of Congress are raising the issue of legislation for slavery reparations.  Not only must we continue to divide a citizenry that has no one living who was a slave holder or a slave, we also seek the wedge that would destroy our hope for unity.  Congress and a multitude of presidential candidates are not interested in addressing problems and are much less interested in a united America.  A united populace – we the people – is the greatest fear of Washington’s establishment and their globalist cohorts.  No, they prefer to stir hatred pitting manmade identity groups against one another or turning them all against, as Presidential candidate Joe Biden the whitest of white men puts it, “a white man’s culture.”  If this continues, they may end up with the war they pine for.  And then, what was once the greatest nation God ever allowed to exist will lay in ruin waiting for our true enemies to sweep away the broken pieces making room for the new world order.  All while American patriots of all walks become insurgents in their own land.  The land where freedom was forfeit.

America’s guilt complex

It is somewhat confusing when you think about it.  We are a distinct culture that’s twisted itself into an unrecognizable creation trying to prove (not to the world or any group in particular because the world does not care about us and our incessant need to please everyone) to ourselves how diverse, inclusive, and multicultural we can be.  We’ve morphed from proud to be an American to a guilt ridden, self-loathing lot.  At least that’s how we project to the world.  Clearly, it’s a guilt we aim to expunge through self-destruction.  It bears repeating that generations of Americans were taught through revisionist history to hate where we came from and through ideas of gloom, doom, and destruction to dread even more where we are headed.  No one is allowed to appreciate where we are lest he or she be labeled a climate change denier, hopeless phobic or an ist of some sort.  The new American mindset?  What we have is good.  How we got it is bad.  Where we are headed is worse yet.  Miserable people driven toward hopelessness.  Guilt and hatred with blame laid at the feet Joe Biden’s white man’s culture.  Wed emotions leading to nothing good.  Nothing good at all.

“I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength.”  Philippians 4:12-13

Media and entertainment industry cesspool

Our media and entertainment industry are little more than gigantic brainwashing and propaganda operations.  There was an ABC television program that lasted a couple of seasons.  I was pleased when I learned Netflix bought the rights and put out new season 3.  This story of an unlikely President was a decent prime time television program although it had its moments when the brilliant independent president constantly clobbered the arrogant conservative.  The Netflix version offered an F-bomb in every other sentence, raw gay sex between two men, and a plot by a bio hacker to create a virus that only attacks people of color.  I gave up on it.  In the movies, toxic masculinity becomes bumbling idiot man replaced by heroic woman.  This is how our entertainment industry fundamentally transforms young American minds.  No, they’re not just movies.  They’re indoctrination for the ignorant who tend to weave fiction into fact.  They’re a total withdrawal from natural law.  A total embrace of social justice memes.  A total embrace of a world without bounds.  A world having no place for God.

Make America Great Again

Is it really so difficult to understand why Make America Great Again appeals to so many people in America’s forgotten heartland and rotting cities?  I’ve been blessed to have spent nearly five decades of my working life with America’s best whether a high school dropout in a Chicago factory, in the service, at a high school, or my last working years serving Veterans.  America’s politicians worked hard over the past few decades giving away those factory jobs and ignoring the plight of the great American middle class.  Many of our great cities are a rotting mess.

A sad state

Our country is in a place where it has not been for many years.  Americans of all walks have employment, if they want it.  And the American way is to want it.  We are forfeiting our identity so that we may blend with the world.  We are the exceptional nation founded on the precept of individual liberty.  People are flooding our borders to take from the world’s most prosperous nation rather than embrace its freedom and contribute to it.  They do not come here to embrace American exceptionalism.  They do not know what it is.  They’ve been taught that America stole from them and their purpose is to take back what’s rightfully theirs.  Instead of thoughts of freedom, they bring with them failed cultures and ideologies for which America is also blamed.

Just a side story

Do the reading I suggested at the beginning and you’ll come away understanding the United States of America is just a side story in the long history of the world.  Barely a blip on the celestial radar.  Biblically, there is no United States of America.  You won’t find it in Genesis or the Revelation or on any pages in between.  All of it ends where it began.  We didn’t control the beginning.  Neither can we control the end.  From here to there, we can only control the journey.  We the people need to decide the path of our journey.

How do we survive?

Borders, language, culture, and unity of purpose define sovereign nations.  On our current path of hatred and division, how do we survive?  Can we survive?

Jesus knew their thoughts and said to them: “Any kingdom divided against itself will be ruined, and a house divided against itself will fall.” Luke 11:17

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Happy Birthday United States Army


It started down at the DMV

By J. D. Pendry

My day that is.  I walked up to the counter, proper paperwork in hand.  The gentlemen, who never once looked at me, nary a glance, inquired “What are you here for?”  The look on his face suggested a laxative might be in order.  “Good morning.  Registration renewal”, I offered.  “Did you get a renewal notice?”  “Yessir.”  Glancing in my direction but never making eye contact, he ripped a ticket number from the desktop machine and handed it to me.  Such a pleasant exchange.  Laxative for certain.  The ticket read D613.

I sat down.  At 9 AM there wasn’t much of a crowd.  Still, it seemed to me like there were many able-bodied people there that time of the morning in a country where we reportedly have a million more unfilled jobs than we have people looking for work.  Thinking positively, I figured they must be working the night shift.  Maybe over at the 24-hour Super Center.  Well all of them but the guy with the long pony-tail and a Fu Manchu.  A Sheriff’s Deputy walked in with him in tow.  Something about an expired registration.  Most definitely he was hopelessly trapped in the 60’s.  The low, almost mumbling pot head manner of expression was the giveaway.  The deputy should have administered a urinalysis.

All around there were signs. “Avoid the wait.  Renew Online.”  Most everyone I could see waiting for the automaton to call their number had their noses buried in a cell phone.  I figured they were all tech savvy enough to complete an online renewal.  Maybe if the sign added: And you can do it from your smart phone.

The numbering system remains a mystery.  I watched and listened while the numbers ticked off.  D610, D611, D612 all sent to the same window out of about a dozen.  Then the lady at that window, stood, grabbed her purse and coffee cup, pushed her chair under the table and walked out.  By then, it was about 9:30 AM.  The place opened at 8:30, break time is 9:30.  I wondered if they had any job openings.  A001, A002, A003…. After what seemed like a long while, a new lady showed up at another window.  She plopped some stuff down and walked away.  Coffee cup in hand she finally returned, fidgeted with her chair, the papers on her desktop, took a piece of paper from beneath her keyboard, and started pecking away.  It was a password under the keyboard I guessed.  Access to the entire state’s DMV data base.  D613.  I mentally did my happy dance and about 2 minutes later I walked out the door pondering whether I’d prefer the online experience.  Then it occurred to me that the people running this operation also run that one.

It was rainy out.  Lately I could say that about any day but I have yet to review the specifications for the Ark.  It’s more than a week since I last mowed the lawn.  When it finally dries out, mowing should be an adventure.  I found a dead rabbit kitten the last time I mowed.  It wasn’t me that did it.  Likely feral cats. The same ones that use my flower beds for litter boxes.

Headed up the boulevard doing the 50-mph limit, an elderly gentleman pulled out in front of me and accelerated to a blistering 20-mph.  On a wet, water covered road in his light in the backside pick-up truck.  Using my exceptional driving skills, I was able to avoid catastrophe.  I smiled and tipped the bill of my cap as I passed.  He was a kindly looking old fellow.  No, I did not tip it with that finger.  This is West Virginia and there was likely a loaded weapon nearby although the DMV left me in the mood for a running gun battle.  It wasn’t two whole minutes before another nitwit did it again.  That’s when I thought one more time boy and all hades is going to break loose.

Kind of behind with things here in the bunker.  Someone told me that retired life is like having 7-day weekends.  Clearly that was made up by someone hoping to retire someday.  There’s always plenty to do as I explained to one the American Journal writers, recently I’m busier than a one-legged man in a butt kicking contest.  Problem is, I’m always doing the necessary things when I want to be doing other stuff.  But, back to my day of retired life.

Suzie-Q and I determined we needed a piece of furniture so we left the DMV headed for the furniture store.  We were greeted at the door by a kindly looking lady.  She spoke quite softly, which means I barely heard a word she said.  We are looking for a chest of drawers we explained.  She said follow me.  She was not very mobile, but finally directed us to some displays and pointed out a couple of selections.  Suzie-Q, who is rather matter of fact, declared those are the ugliest things she’d ever seen and wouldn’t consider them even if they were free.  I got into whistling mode and wandered away.  Unassisted, we finally located an oak chest that what we wanted, bought it and departed.  We went to lunch, the first pleasant experience of the day.

Retired life is good, but sometimes my brain clutters up with stuff like this that you must endure.  Please hit the share button multiple times.  If I have a good week, I may make 3 cents from Google ads. Okay, I’ll try to move along to something serious.  Truthfully, probably not.

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D-Day June 6, 1944

D-D Prayer of President Franklin D. Roosevelt

My fellow Americans:

Last night, when I spoke with you about the fall of Rome, I knew at that moment that troops of the United States and our allies were crossing the Channel in another and greater operation. It has come to pass with success thus far.

And so, in this poignant hour, I ask you to join with me in prayer:

Almighty God: Our sons, pride of our Nation, this day have set upon a mighty endeavor, a struggle to preserve our Republic, our religion, and our civilization, and to set free a suffering humanity.

Lead them straight and true; give strength to their arms, stoutness to their hearts, steadfastness in their faith.

They will need Thy blessings. Their road will be long and hard. For the enemy is strong. He may hurl back our forces. Success may not come with rushing speed, but we shall return again and again; and we know that by Thy grace, and by the righteousness of our cause, our sons will triumph.

They will be sore tried, by night and by day, without rest-until the victory is won. The darkness will be rent by noise and flame. Men’s souls will be shaken with the violences of war.

For these men are lately drawn from the ways of peace. They fight not for the lust of conquest. They fight to end conquest. They fight to liberate. They fight to let justice arise, and tolerance and good will among all Thy people. They yearn but for the end of battle, for their return to the haven of home.

Some will never return. Embrace these, Father, and receive them, Thy heroic servants, into Thy kingdom.

And for us at home — fathers, mothers, children, wives, sisters, and brothers of brave men overseas — whose thoughts and prayers are ever with them–help us, Almighty God, to rededicate ourselves in renewed faith in Thee in this hour of great sacrifice.

Many people have urged that I call the Nation into a single day of special prayer. But because the road is long and the desire is great, I ask that our people devote themselves in a continuance of prayer. As we rise to each new day, and again when each day is spent, let words of prayer be on our lips, invoking Thy help to our efforts.

Give us strength, too — strength in our daily tasks, to redouble the contributions we make in the physical and the material support of our armed forces.

And let our hearts be stout, to wait out the long travail, to bear sorrows that may come, to impart our courage unto our sons wheresoever they may be.

And, O Lord, give us Faith. Give us Faith in Thee; Faith in our sons; Faith in each other; Faith in our united crusade. Let not the keenness of our spirit ever be dulled. Let not the impacts of temporary events, of temporal matters of but fleeting moment let not these deter us in our unconquerable purpose.

With Thy blessing, we shall prevail over the unholy forces of our enemy. Help us to conquer the apostles of greed and racial arrogancies. Lead us to the saving of our country, and with our sister Nations into a world unity that will spell a sure peace a peace invulnerable to the schemings of unworthy men. And a peace that will let all of men live in freedom, reaping the just rewards of their honest toil.

Thy will be done, Almighty God.


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America: We’ve become a contradiction wrapped in absurdity

By J. D. Pendry

Most mornings, if I didn’t stay up too late to watch the Cubs get beat, I come down to the bunker while Suzie-Q is still snoozing.  I don’t mess with the news.  Usually I turn on some soft music like Lifescapes-Beethoven.  I sip my coffee, ponder our world, and consider matters I’d like to pontificate about.  Sometimes that works for me and other times the music switch in my head flips over Hank Williams Jr. and all of the sudden Hank’s rowdy friends invade my thinking mechanism.  Beethoven’s soothing sounds sometimes stimulate thought and other times my brow furrows and I grit my teeth then I know it’s going to be one of those days when, like Hank, I was born to boogie.  That’s when it wells up inside of me and I decide I’ve about had it.  Maybe you have too.  Or maybe I’m just going nuts.  Or nuttier.

Dichotomy wrapped in a paradox.

We’ve become a dichotomy wrapped in a paradox – a contradiction wrapped in absurdity.  Our government is dysfunctional.  The great ideals on which our nation was founded starkly contrasts with what we see every day.  We’ve been taught that there exist contrasting views between the pachyderms and jackasses.  On rare occasion there is, but mostly on display is the absolute absurdity of the Washington establishment – the career politicians made wealthy by bribes and insider trading.   They are so beholden to outside influences they have no time to attend to the business of Americans.  They keep blabbering about saving our democracy.  It’s something we don’t even have.  Don’t let them fool you.  If we were a true democracy questions like abortion and homosexual marriage would be put on the ballot for the voice of the people and not forced upon us by the 9 rulers of the earth.  That’s why we are a republic, so every voice supposedly has a chance to be heard even if no one else likes it.

Exceptional Nation?

The United States of America.  The world’s one exceptional nation founded on the principle of individual liberty.  A Constitutional Republic.  A government of the people, by the people, and for the people.  I don’t know how to phonetically present a Bronx cheer, so mentally add one here.  Our Constitution is in tatters.  The people do not know what’s in it.  Legislators ignore it.  And the courts pretend it means whatever they want it to mean.  A fine for not buying government insurance becomes a tax.  Killing unborn children is a right that outweighs life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.  Sanctity of life?   Government by the people?  Oh, say can you see?

The Swamp.

I am sickened by the politics of Babylon on the Potomac.  Especially their new legal standard where one must be exonerated by a two-year 35-million-dollar anal probe.  Guilty until he or she can prove themselves innocent.  Is this the new American way?  These miscreants are either insane or truly believe the general public is gullible?  Gullible enough or brain washed enough to traipse behind them down a road that ends freedom.  Yes.  Ends it.  Ends America as she was conceived.  Fundamentally and forever transformed.  It isn’t just politicians and their paid political hacks doing damage to freedom.  It’s also the humongous media megaphone that feeds their tripe daily into the heads of millions of Americans and keeps it spinning around in there in dizzying perpetuity.  Even Fox News is beginning to show true colors.

Death of the Free Press.

Truthful and objective journalism is dead – its head on the proverbial pike.  If it ever really lived.  I can’t be certain if it ever did.  Can you?  In America, there is no more free press.  It’s a myth.  The press and its wannabe journalists sold its soul for political ideology.  Ever since miffed FBI Agent Deep Throat called up Woodward and Bernstein every so-called journalist has taking down a president as a life goal.  Adolph Hitler would have marveled at the reach and magnitude of the American propaganda machine.  We once laughed at press releases from places like North Korea, now we hang our heads in shame at the actions of our press.  Watching truth die.  Disheartened by the loss of a great American virtue – an honorable and free press.  And they wonder why people seeking truth turn to blogs and Internet news sites.  Adding to that social media censuring truth and we’ve allowed click bait and tweets to guide national discussions. We’ve done this to ourselves.  We allowed it to happen.  We refuse to search out the truth for ourselves.  Mostly we’re afraid to because the truth found may not be the truth sought.

Fueled by hatred.

Whether you despise our President or the Washington Establishment, you cannot like the state of our union.  A country fueled by hatred will not survive.  We’ve become a country filled with people who revel in the potential destruction of others.  People who would cheerfully place the other half into concentration camps.  People that applaud profane elitists and hold in utter contempt people inhabiting America’s rural heartland – the deplorable irredeemable gun toting Bible thumping backbone of America.  We stand divided by people unable to appreciate the present and unwilling to allow the rest of us contentment in it.  People who will not allow us to move beyond the past.  People who exist in an ever-heightening state of agitation because the mental rendering of our future fed into their minds is even more discouraging than the past they’ve been taught to hate.  We are dead in 12 years easily influenced emotionally driven young 18-year-olds are told.  What are you going to do about it?  If you want to live longer than 12 more years, make sure you go out and vote for our socialist utopia where equality reigns and everything is free?

Extortion the new fascism.

Extortion is the new fascism.  If your state does not agree with us that it’s acceptable to kill unborn children or allow boys who think their girls to use the girl’s restroom then we’ll take our business elsewhere.  I suggest the nearest Islamic theocracy.  Although we will continue to do business in countries that outlaw abortion, countries that often force abortion, countries that put religious minorities into concentration camps, countries that jail and execute homosexuals.  You cannot have a fast food restaurant in our town because you are Christian and hold firm to your Christian values.  You cannot have a fast food restaurant in our airport because you are closed on Sundays.  You cannot make a living baking cakes because you refuse to use your product to promote our behavior.

The real American way is simple.  If I own a fast food chain, I stand with the food chain that stands by its beliefs.  If I own a bakery, I stand with the baker that holds fast to his beliefs.  Otherwise, I open the door to people who may want to eliminate my business because my worldview may be contrary to theirs.

Maybe we should boycott the tyrannical fascists.  Tell Hollywood and Disney, et al, to take their businesses back to Hollywood – the place they fled.  While there, enjoy working with the unions and paying California taxes.  California needs your taxes to pay for their illegal immigrant sanctuary.  And for those restaurant chains out there who remain silent hoping someone will take out their wildly successful competition – you’re next?

Then along came Jones.

On top of all the confusion in our political zoo, along came Jones.  You know Jones.  He’s the guy that rode in to save Sweet Sue from the villain that demanded, “Give me the deed to your ranch or I’ll blow you all to bits.”  A political outsider rode into Washington and won the presidency.  On live television, journalists cried.  FBI agents declared we’ll stop this.  A political campaign hired a political hitman and then passed his work to the FBI and the CIA and the DOJ who used his made-up work to spy on a campaign and ultimately a President.  The DOJ appointed a prosecutor and a team from the cabal and after two years they declare they are unable to exonerate the President of wrongdoing although they did manage to practically destroy the lives of good people like General Mike Flynn.  And they continue the greatest political scandal of our time.  All because Jones rode into town declaring he was going save the country from Washington’s swamp dwellers.

Is this the country you want?  Me?  Well, right now I want another cup of coffee.  Long live the land of the free and the home of the brave.

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But the backbone of the Army is the non-commissioned man!

Today, I share a Rudyard Kipling classic “The ‘Eathen” to acknowledge my Brothers and Sisters of Arms who spend often endless days leading, mentoring, training and caring for the tiny percentage of young men and women who choose military service and, in many cases, their families as well.  It is the Non-Commissioned Officers of the Armed Forces that execute the grand plans from on high providing the well trained and disciplined young men and women without which all else fails.

The ‘Eathen

By Rudyard Kipling

The ‘eathen in ‘is blindness bows down to wood an’ stone;
‘E don’t obey no orders unless they is ‘is own;
‘E keeps ‘is side-arms awful: ‘e leaves ’em all about,
An’ then comes up the regiment an’ pokes the ‘eathen out.

All along o’ dirtiness, all along o’ mess,
All along o’ doin’ things rather-more-or-less,
All along of abby-nay, kul, an’ hazar-ho, *
Mind you keep your rifle an’ yourself jus’ so!

* abby-nay: Not now. kul: To-morrow. hazar-ho: Wait a bit.

The young recruit is ‘aughty — ‘e draf’s from Gawd knows where;
They bid ‘im show ‘is stockin’s an’ lay ‘is mattress square;
‘E calls it bloomin’ nonsense — ‘e doesn’t know no more —
An’ then up comes ‘is Company an’ kicks ‘im round the floor!

The young recruit is ‘ammered — ‘e takes it very ‘ard;
‘E ‘angs ‘is ‘ead an’ mutters — ‘e sulks about the yard;
‘E talks o’ “cruel tyrants” ‘e’ll swing for by-an’-by,
An’ the others ‘ears an’ mocks ‘im, an’ the boy goes orf to cry.

The young recruit is silly — ‘e thinks o’ suicide;
‘E’s lost ‘is gutter-devil; ‘e ‘asn’t got ‘is pride;
But day by day they kicks ‘im, which ‘elps ‘im on a bit,
Till ‘e finds ‘isself one mornin’ with a full an’ proper kit.

Gettin’ clear o’ dirtiness, gettin’ done with mess,
Gettin’ shut o’ doin’ things rather-more-or-less;
Not so fond of abby-nay, kul, nor hazar-ho,
Learns to keep ‘is rifle an’ ‘isself jus’ so!

The young recruit is ‘appy — ‘e throws a chest to suit;
You see ‘im grow mustaches; you ‘ear ‘im slap ‘is boot;
‘E learns to drop the “bloodies” from every word ‘e slings,
An’ ‘e shows an ‘ealthy brisket when ‘e strips for bars an’ rings.

The cruel-tyrant-sergeants they watch ‘im ‘arf a year;
They watch ‘im with ‘is comrades, they watch ‘im with ‘is beer;
They watch ‘im with the women at the regimental dance,
And the cruel-tyrant-sergeants send ‘is name along for “Lance”.

An’ now ‘e’s ‘arf o’ nothin’, an’ all a private yet,
‘Is room they up an’ rags ‘im to see what they will get;
They rags ‘im low an’ cunnin’, each dirty trick they can,
But ‘e learns to sweat ‘is temper an’ ‘e learns to sweat ‘is man.

An’, last, a Colour-Sergeant, as such to be obeyed,
‘E schools ‘is men at cricket, ‘e tells ’em on parade;
They sees ’em quick an’ ‘andy, uncommon set an’ smart,
An’ so ‘e talks to orficers which ‘ave the Core at ‘eart.

‘E learns to do ‘is watchin’ without it showin’ plain;
‘E learns to save a dummy, an’ shove ‘im straight again;
‘E learns to check a ranker that’s buyin’ leave to shirk;
An’ ‘e learns to make men like ‘im so they’ll learn to like their work.

An’ when it comes to marchin’ he’ll see their socks are right,
An’ when it comes to action ‘e shows ’em ‘ow to sight;
‘E knows their ways of thinkin’ and just what’s in their mind;
‘E knows when they are takin’ on an’ when they’ve fell be’ind.

‘E knows each talkin’ corpril that leads a squad astray;
‘E feels ‘is innards ‘eavin’, ‘is bowels givin’ way;
‘E sees the blue-white faces all tryin’ ‘ard to grin,
An’ ‘e stands an’ waits an’ suffers till it’s time to cap ’em in.

An’ now the hugly bullets come peckin’ through the dust,
An’ no one wants to face ’em, but every beggar must;
So, like a man in irons which isn’t glad to go,
They moves ’em off by companies uncommon stiff an’ slow.

Of all ‘is five years’ schoolin’ they don’t remember much
Excep’ the not retreatin’, the step an’ keepin’ touch.
It looks like teachin’ wasted when they duck an’ spread an’ ‘op,
But if ‘e ‘adn’t learned ’em they’d be all about the shop!

An’ now it’s “‘Oo goes backward?” an’ now it’s “‘Oo comes on?”
And now it’s “Get the doolies,” an’ now the captain’s gone;
An’ now it’s bloody murder, but all the while they ‘ear
‘Is voice, the same as barrick drill, a-shepherdin’ the rear.

‘E’s just as sick as they are, ‘is ‘eart is like to split,
But ‘e works ’em, works ’em, works ’em till he feels ’em take the bit;
An’ ‘e lifts ’em, lifts ’em, lifts ’em through the charge that wins the day!

The ‘eathen in ‘is blindness bows down to wood an’ stone;
‘E don’t obey no orders unless they is ‘is own;
The ‘eathen in ‘is blindness must end where ‘e began,
But the backbone of the Army is the non-commissioned man!

Keep away from dirtiness — keep away from mess.
Don’t get into doin’ things rather-more-or-less!
Let’s ha’ done with abby-nay, kul, an’ hazar-ho;
Mind you keep your rifle an’ yourself jus’ so!

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