I Don't Know About the Rest of You...

http://www.stripes.com/report-sexism-part-of-military-academies-culture-1.261301

I don't know about the rest of you, but I will not stand for it.  I am a mother, and we mothers endeavor to instill in our children values, honor, and character.  How dare the military academies fail to uphold our standards.  We do not lend our sons and daughters to the United States Military without the expectation that an even higher standard will be taught and practiced.  I demand that accountability be enforced at the highest levels. If you are in leadership, and incapable of enforcing the standards which are the stated guiding principles of each of the branches of service, you are not the man or woman for the job.  Step aside and allow those who are to lead.  Just because you are selected as a general office, does not mean you have the skills, character, and devotion to sacred duty to be a general officer, as so many have recently proven.

I watch those commercials on television where you use parents interacting with their sons and daughters, every insinuation, every direct message, every nuance of language indicates you will promote and permit only honorable behavior among the troops.  However, recent courts martials indicate that while leadership seems to now be returning to promoting honor by enforcing accountability, there has been a period of overall failure of Army leadership.

Once again the headlines indicate not all is right, and in the highest institutions of leadership training.  How possibly can those of the youngest coming into military service be expected to serve honorably in all they do, if you are allowing their future leaders to be influenced and trained by leadership which cannot within the restrictive environment of the service academies control this particular neglect of honor?  Who is at the wheel?  What about their own lives, skills, and character allows this? Is it that even though you preach something different, you do not believe overall honor to be an achievable goal among the recruits of West Point, therefore it falls from the focus of your mission?  I know many graduates of West Point, and I am here to tell you devotion to sacred duty and honor is achievable.  There are graduates from decades ago, when popular thinking was against women in the military, who easily embrace and practice equal respect for all serving in our military, and they are skilled enough in leadership, that they can and do enforce it among those they lead.

There Are Problems This Morning, Again

Here's the exact problem...

 And I did it again...  Oh boy...  But I will prevail!!!

I do have a good assistant...

And of course a good technical adviser...

She keeps taking a snack break, that isn't so helpful...

I bet you are thinking, now how is an almost 62 year
old woman going to get that truck out...

Remember, I'm a retired Army Wife, video to follow...

Now how deep was that thing buried?

Oh yeah, that appears to be stuck all the way to the step up rail...

Hmmmm, so Rocket, where do we begin?

Red Friday

What beautiful music,

 and how sad that this must be done... 

Red Friday is a designated day for wearing red in support of our troops, as a way of showing we have not forgotten, nor are we unaware they are still dying for their country.

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Til the Last Shot...

I find myself so humbled by these men and women...
May God's favor bear them forward.

There is Ice on the Pond

When you live about an hour from Houston, Texas, on the Gulf of Mexico, and your pond stays frozen all day long, it is cold outside.

 

My Mother Can Teach You Magic...Real Magic

My mother is 86 years old now, still a hard worker, still able to take care of her home with my dad alongside, and still possessed of wisdom. She and my dad are still in love, true love, after more than 65 years. She hasn't been a perfect mother, there aren't any, but she has lived before me, and the rest of the world, a steadfast life devoted to God, my father, her children, grand-children, and now great grandchildren. The older I get, the more wisdom I find in the things she taught me, and they were many. How to work hard, how to get by on little, how to get by in a right way when you have much, to always save some... of everything, how to make a new use for something, and how to love and honor a husband, are just a few of the things she has taught me. Then there is the creativity she taught, she has taught to all of us who have fallen under her tutelage, all the way through the great-grandchildren. She has taught us how to "pretend play."

Being a child of the Great Depression, toys were a luxury that were not hers to enjoy. That was such a blessing for all of us who have followed, because she can teach one how to make a "play house" under a tree, bake lovely "dirt cakes," or be a princess while wearing an old square dancing skirt. No matter how busy she is with her day, she will still take the time to fall into whatever character fits into the play of a child nearby. She can be the person at the drive through window at McDonald's, and take your "pretend" order, a mean witch trying to trick your "Barbie" into marrying the wrong guy, or the MC at your concert, announcing your performance with great flare. All this is accomplished as she cooks supper, sweeps, irons, or washes dishes. Needless to say, she is adored by all children.

When I find myself most under the gun, most strained to the breaking point, most discouraged and defeated, without fail, the greatest thing she has taught me comes to my mind. My mother was not especially sympathetic to my woes as I was growing up, which at the time was sometimes very annoying. She has always been an "executor." When there is work to be done, she works until it is done, when a plan of action is needed, she makes suggestions until a choice is made, and when there is a need, of any sort, she finds a resource. She never has had the tendency to entertain the notion that one is helpless or defeated in any situation. If she can't figure it out, she knows daddy can. Then there is her magical cure for the depression that can accompany the hard times in life. It was and still is her standard answer when things seem completely deadlocked, and one is faced with just having to endure. I use to resent so much her answering some complaint about life with the "magic," but slowly over the years, the magic has proved time and again to be magic indeed.

It is such a simple solution for life's darkest hours, works every time, and will see you through the hardest of situations.  According to my mother, the solution to these trying times, is to look around you, find someone with a need, or a problem, and then reach out to them. Her theory is it takes the focus off your own trouble, immediately brings a relief to your soul, and honors God, bringing blessing and solution to your own difficulty, and to the others as well. For a long time, each and every time she suggested this plan, I secretly scoffed, certain there was no validity to such thinking. Time and time again, I would give in and try it... and that is when the "magic" happened. Over and over I have experienced the magic. Each time I reach out to another human being in compassion and care, whatever load I am carrying, lightens. At times I have reached out to others only to experience being taken advantage of, but those times have been few, and still the magic worked. The practice of her theory has brought so much to my life. I have learned to go quickly now to the magic when I realize I am in real trouble in life. Inevitably the trouble passes, the problem is solved, and with the application of the magic, the good is multiplied.  I love my mother for many reasons, one of them is for teaching me magic.

New Year, New Warrior Call!

Dr. Farrah Gary was the first to post this, 

what a call to excellence and faith!