Posts Tagged ‘gentlemen’

Captain Larry James Hanley has come home!

Captain Larry James Hanley, a MIA Vietnam Vet has come home!  I would like to welcome home another brother from “across the pond”.  He’s originally an US Air Force Jet Engine Mechanic from Walla Walla, Washington.
For some more background on the man, see the webpage here at the website.  For more information on his posthumous promotion to Major and of his funeral, please see the webpage here, also at the website.
It warms my heart every time I hear of another “brother-in-arms” coming home to finally receive the long-awaited peaceful rest he so rightly deserves.  May the good Lord receive him unto his fold and watch over him until once again he is reunited with his family in the hereafter.
Welcome home my Brother,

Memorial Day Wish

Hi everyone, I’ve been rather busy around the house working on many projects including collecting donations for my local Veteran’s of Foreign Wars (VFW) Post in Hillsboro, Oregon by way of Poppies.  As one of many Veterans, I had to stop long enough to make this heartfelt wish.

To all my brother Veterans whether you are still active, retired or simply an honorably discharged Veteran like myself; I want to wish you my deepest thanks and blessings to all that have chosen to serve this country when she needed us the most.  And to those of our brothers who never returned, may you be at peace and may the good Lord watch over and keep you until once again we are all reunited by his side.

For this last group I must say this, that they indeed are what are called true heroes and as quoted from the Holy Bible:

“Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.”  —John 15:13

Blessed be our warriors and heroes . . .


National Moment of Remembrance

On this Memorial day show your appreciation for your freedoms earned by the blood of your Veterans.  Check the link below and don’t forget to set your alarm for 3:00 PM, May 28th, 2012!


Bless all the Soldiers that have served or are serving this nation. You have done well, my brothers!


I Am A Veteran by Doug Lund

I Am A Veteran

For over two centuries we have kept our nation safe.
Purchasing freedom with our blood. To tyrants, we are
the day of reckoning; to the oppressed, the hope for the
future. Where we were needed, we were there…We are

Whether we were Eagles guarding the Heavens …
grunts being King of our Hill or Seawolves stalking our
prey under the waves … we all were and are Veterans
…. Sworn Defenders of our Constitution. We built our
Fortress of Liberty …. We guarded the Gates of Freedom
… We signed the Blank Check … payable in blood.

We had not yet even begun to fight but we were there
from the beginning, meeting the enemy face to face,
will to will. Hardship and glory we have known. Our
bleeding feet stained the snow at Valley Forge; our
frozen hands pulled Washington across the Delaware.
At Yorktown, while the sunlight glinted from the sword,
we, begrimed… saw our Nation born.

At New Orleans, we fought beyond the hostile hour,
showed the fury of our long rifle… and came of age.

We were with Scott at Vera Cruz… hunted the guerilla
in the mountain passes… and scaled the high plateau.
The fighting was done when we ended our march many
miles from the old Alamo.

From Bull Run to Appomattox, we fought and bled.
Both Blue and Gray were our colors then. Two masters
we served and united them strong… proved that this
nation could right a wrong… and long endure.

We led the charge up San Juan Hill … scaled the walls
of old Tientsin… and stalked the Moro in the steaming
jungle … still always the vanguard.

At Chateau-Thierry, first over the top, then we stood
like a rock on the Marne. We cracked the Hindenburg
Line… We broke the Kaiser’s spine… and didn’t come
back home ’till it was “over, over there.”

A generation older we briefly bowed at Pearl Harbor
and Bataan, but then vowed to return. We fought and
won the greatest naval battles in history, from Midway
to Guadalcanal to Okinawa. Our foe fought to the death
and we set the Rising Sun.

We Assaulted the African shore… learned our lessons
the hard way in the desert sands… we pressed our
buttons into the beach at Anzio… and bounced into
Rome with determination and resolve.

We cleared the skies over Europe with wild Mustangs,
Lightnings and Thunderbolts.

We crossed the English channel… Breached Hitler’s
Atlantic Wall… We broke out at St. Lo… Unbent the
Bulge… Vaulted the Rhine… and swarmed the
Heartland. Hitler’s dream and the Third Reich died. We
won the Greatest War in History.

At birth our Air Force won its first victory… by feeding
freedom from the jaws of an evil dictator and proved
that All Freemen are Berliners

In Korea, we gathered our strength around Pusan…
swept across the frozen Han… outflanked the Reds at
Inchon… marched to the Yalu, and kept a nation free.

At the brink of World War … We caused our enemy to

In Vietnam, while others turned aside, We fought the
long fight, from the Central Highlands to the South
China Sea. We patrolled the jungle, the paddies, the
rivers and owned the skies in the bitter test that belongs
to the betrayed. While WE never lost a battle, we came
home to be spit on.

Around the world, we stand… ever forward. At Berlin’s
gates, we scorned the Wall of Shame. We spanned the
Caribbean in freedom’s cause, answering humanity’s
cry. In Santo Domingo we patrolled the streets to
protect the innocent. In Grenada, we jumped at Salinas
rescued our fellow citizens and proclaimed freedom for
all. Our arms set a Panamanian dictator to flight and
once more raised freedom’s flag. In the Persian Gulf,
we drew the line in the desert and won the Mother of
all Battles.

When cowards attacked women and child on 9-11,
we planted the seeds of freedom in the cradle of
civilization. We will not submit… we will not convert…
the cowards can run… but they will only die tired.

Where brave men fight… there I fought and stood. In
freedom’s cause… I live and I kill. From Concord Bridge
to Heartbreak Ridge, from the Arctic to the Mekong,
from the Caribbean to Kabul…Always ready… then, now,
and forevermore.

My bayonet…on the wings of power… keeps freedom
worldwide. And despots, falsely garbed in freedom’s
mantle, falter… hide…. And die.

I Follow… I Teach… I Aid… I Lead… I am a Veteran!  FOLLOW ME!
Adapted from “I Am the Infantry” by Doug Lund, USMA ‘85

Many thanks Doug! From your “brothers”!


Veteran’s Day Outing

On Veteran’s Day of this year, my wife and I attended the Free Lunch for Veteran’s given annually at the local Applebee’s Restaurant as we did last year. I wrote this following letter on returning home later that evening to my family.


Hi all;

I had to say something about what happen to me, November 11, 2011. Nida (my wife) and I went to the 185th Avenue Applebee’s Restaurant for lunch. I knew beforehand about the nice spread they put on free for Veterans as we attended it last year also. Only this time was a little different.

While seated at our table, waiting for our order to be delivered, I happen to spot several children moving amongst the crowds. And believe me, the place was packed with additional people outside in the cold waiting for their name on the list to be called. Anyway, after seeing the children, I absently thought they were just with their parents as I noticed a few women and men following behind them.

I then saw two young boys that stopped at the table next to us and spoke with the five Veterans seated there. Dismissing it from my mind, I went back to scanning a drink menu for a bit when I felt a small hand rest upon my arm. I looked up to see a young boy of about eight years of age, look me in the eyes and was saying something. Due to the din in the restaurant, I asked him to repeat what he had said and so he did.

“Are you a Veteran?”, he asked. I said that I was, whereupon he handed me an obviously hand-made card and then, offered his hand. I took it in mine and shook it gently. I told him of my appreciation for such a kind gesture and thanked him again. He took the half-step to close on me and leaned forward toward my ear. I leaned toward him waiting to hear what he wanted to tell me. He told me just three words, three words that brought tears to my eyes.

He said, “You’re my hero.” It was like a punch in the stomach. The tears started a little just then, as I watched him move on to the next table past Nida and I. Now admittedly in the past I have had many individuals walked up to me, grab my hand, my arm or shoulder, even one that gave me a peck on the cheek, all thanking me for my service. I’ve been thanked by men, women, boys and girls from around thirteen and up. But this male was the youngest and a proper gentleman at that.

After meeting this young man and thinking if this is what our youngest generation is like, it has allayed my mind of any fears or doubts whatsoever in knowing we are leaving this world in good hands.

May He bless them all,

Love, Denny & Nida


Now here are scans of both sides of that card he gave me.


Your My Heroscan0002


For those that have trouble reading the small print, here is what it says:



In war, there are lives taken and lives risked

Men and women giving there best to defend what they love

They defend their country

Their honor

Their people


Some call them soldiers

Others call them heroes


Our veterans have risked their lives for us

They have lived through difficulty and fought with honor


Many have killed

And regret doing so


For every life, there is a soul

For every soul, there is a life


For those who have died, we show great appreciation

For those who live, along with them live the horrific memories of battle


Some, memories of defeat

Some, memories of victory.


Our veterans were more than soldiers

They were, and still are heroes

Indeed!  Bless them all!


Vietnam War airman’s remains identified

Missing Vietnam War airman’s remains identified

This article from CNN in full print found here.

By the CNN Wire Staff – June 8, 2011 5:53 a.m. EDT

(CNN) — The remains of a U.S. Air Force pilot listed as missing in action since his plane crashed in Laos in 1967 have been identified, and will be returned to his family for burial with full military honors, the Defense Department’s POW/Missing Personnel Office said Tuesday.

On June 21, 1967, Capt. Darrell J. Spinler was piloting an A-1E Skyraider — a propeller-driven, single-seat aircraft — attacking enemy targets along the Xekong River in Laos when villagers reported hearing an explosion before his aircraft crashed. The pilot of another A-1E remained in the area for more than two hours but saw no sign of Spinler.

In 1993, villagers who witnessed the crash told a joint U.S.-Laotian team led by Joint POW/MIA Accounting Command (JPAC) that Spinler’s body was on the river bank after the crash, but that it likely washed away during the ensuing rainy season. The team surveyed the location and found wreckage consistent with Spinler’s aircraft.

Note:  During my time over in Asia as an aircraft electrician, I worked on many of the A1-E Skyraiders there. They were referred to by the call-sign of “Sandy” by the men on the ground and we repair crews, and were thought of highly for their ability to loiter for long periods of time while providing necessary ground cover to the men. Please welcome home at last another “lost brother”, Capt. Darrell J. Spinler.  And may God bless him and his family, and give him the peace he’s rightly earned. Amen.

Hand . . . Salute!


Ann Margret and “one of my gentlemen”

Ann Margret…. A Reunion with One of Her Gentlemen

Viet Nam 1966

Richard, (my husband), never really talked a lot about his time in Viet Nam other than he had been shot by a sniper.  However, he had a rather grainy, 8 x 10 black and white photo he had taken at a USO show of Ann Margret with Bob Hope in the background that was one of his treasures.

A few years ago, Ann Margret was doing a book signing at a local bookstore.  Richard wanted to see if he could get her to sign the treasured photo so he arrived at the bookstore at 12 o’clock for the 7:30 signing.

When I got there after work, the line went all the way around the bookstore, circled the parking lot and disappeared behind a parking garage.  Before her appearance, bookstore employees announced that she would sign only her book and no memorabilia would be permitted.

Richard was disappointed, but wanted to show her the photo and let her know how much those shows meant to lonely GI’s so far from home.  Ann Margret came out looking as beautiful as ever and, as second in line, it was soon Richard’s turn.

He presented the book for her signature and then took out the photo.  When he did, there were many shouts from the employees that she would not sign it.  Richard said, ‘I understand.  I just wanted her to see it.’

She took one look at the photo, tears welled up in her eyes and she said, ‘This is one of my gentlemen from Viet Nam and I most certainly will sign his photo.  I know what these men did for their country and I always have time for ‘my gentlemen.’

With that, she pulled Richard across the table and planted a big kiss on him.  She then made quite a to-do about the bravery of the young men she met over the years, how much she admired them, and how much she appreciated them.  There weren’t too many dry eyes among those close enough to hear.  She then posed for pictures and acted as if he were the only one there.

Later at dinner, Richard was very quiet.  When I asked if he’d like to talk about it, my big strong husband broke down in tears.  ‘That’s the first time anyone ever thanked me for my time in the Army,’ he said.

That night was a turning point for him.  He walked a little straighter and, for the first time in years, was proud to have been a Vet.  I’ll never forget Ann Margret for her graciousness and how much that small act of kindness meant to my husband.

I now make it a point to say ‘Thank you’ to every person I come across  who served in our Armed Forces.  Freedom does not come cheap and I am grateful for all those who have served their country.

If you’d like to pass on this story, feel free to do so.  Perhaps it will help others to become aware of how important it is to acknowledge the contribution our service people make. 

On  behalf of those who DO appreciate all that you did for us, thank you to each of you who receive this message who have served or are serving our country in the armed services or any other service.

And may He bless all of us!