Since Oct 27, 1998

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USAF Senior NCO, retired

Vietnam veteran, 14 July 70 to 10 July 71

Bien Hoa Air Base, Republic of Vietnam

Air traffic controller. Aircraft instrument flight arrival/departure procedure development specialist.

Mountain Home AFB, ID, Bien Hoa Air Base, Vietnam, Clark Air Base, Philippines, Laughlin AFB, TX, Mainz-Kastel, Germany, Travis AFB, CA. Many TDY assignments to garden spots in Europe, North Africa and the Middle East, too numerous to mention

Ruger Mini 14, S&W .38, H & K 94, Remington 870, 40 MM multi barrel launcher. Side handle baton, Monadnock expandable baton.

Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight. If you don't have a sword, sell your cloak and buy one. Precious in the sight of the Lord, is the death of His saints. Hebrews 11:10: For he looked for a city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God. This earth is not my home, I am just passing through, on my way to that city. I am an ex works based religionist, but that religion will remain unnamed at this time, even though we all know which works based religion I am talking about. I am an Ephesians 2: 8 and 9 Christian now. Just look what's a happened to me, I'm a new creation, I'm a soul set free. And the man I was, you no longer see, just look, just look, what's a happened to me.

Rudyard Kipling

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy -- willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.

Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.

"Amazing Grace"

In his church yard in Olney, England, the composer of this great hymn of faith was laid to rest. On his stone, this inscription:

John Newton, clerk, once an infidel and libertine, a servant of slaves in Africa, was, by the rich mercy of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, preserved, restored, pardoned, and appointed to preach the faith he had long labored to destroy.

High Flight

By John Gillespie Magee Jr

"Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds -
and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of -
wheeled and soared and swung high in the sunlit silence.
Hovering there I've chased the shouting wind along
and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up the long delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,
where never lark, or even eagle flew;
and, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
the high untrespassed sanctity of space,
put out my hand and touched the face of God."

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