You might enjoy this from Col D. G. Swinford


You might enjoy this from Col D. G.
Swinford, USMC, Ret and history buff.
You would really have to dig deep to
assemble this kind of historical info.


1. The first German serviceman
killed in WW II was killed by the
Japanese ( China , 1937), the first
American serviceman killed was killed by
the Russians ( Finland 1940); and the
highest ranking American killed was Lt.
Gen Lesley McNair, killed by the US Army
Air Corps.  So much for allies.

2. The youngest US serviceman
was 12 year old Calvin Graham, USN.  He
was wounded and given a Dishonorable
Discharge for lying about his age.  His
benefits were later restored by act of

3. At the time of Pearl Harbor,
the top US Navy command was called
CINCUS (pronounced ‘sink us’), the
shoulder patch of the US Army’s 45th
Infantry division was the Swastika, and
Hitler’s private train was named
‘Amerika.’ All three were soon changed
for PR purposes.

4. More US servicemen died in
the Air Corps than the Marine Corps.
While completing the required 30
missions, your chance of being killed
was 71%.

5. Generally speaking, there was
no such thing as an average fighter
pilot.  You were either an ace, or a
target.  For instance, Japanese Ace
Hiroyoshi Nishizawa shot down over 80
planes.  He died while a passenger on a
cargo plane.

6. It was a common practice on
fighter planes to load every 5th round
with a tracer round to aid in aiming.
This was a mistake. Tracers had
different ballistics so (at long range)
if your tracers were hitting the target
80% of  your rounds were missing. Worse
yet tracers instantly told your enemy he
was under fire and from which direction.
Worst of all, it was the practice to
load a string of tracers at the end of
the belt to tell when you were out of
ammo. This was definitely not something
you wanted to tell the enemy!  Units
that stopped using tracers saw their
success rate nearly double and their
loss rate go down.


7. When allied armies reached
the Rhine, the first thing men did was
pee in it.  This was pretty universal
from the lowest private to Winston
Churchill (who made a big show of it)
and Gen. Patton who had himself
photographed in the act.

8. German Me-264 bombers were
capable of bombing New York City
…..but they decided it wasn’t worth
the effort.

9. German submarine U-120 was
sunk by a malfunctioning toilet.

10.  Among the first ‘Germans’
captured at Normandy were several
Koreans.  They had been forced to fight
for the Japanese Army until they were
captured by the Russians and forced to
fight for the Russian Army until they
were captured by the Germans and forced
to fight for the German Army until they
were captured by the US Army.


11. Following a massive naval
bombardment, 35,000 United States and
Canadian troops stormed ashore at Kiska,
in the Aleutian Islands .  21 troops
were killed in the assault on the
island.  It could have been worse if
there had been any Japanese on the

American soil


An Army soldier in Iraq with his tiny ‘plot’ of grass in front of his tent.  It’s heartwarming!  Here is a soldier in Iraq, stationed in a big sand box.

He asked his wife to send him dirt (U.S. soil), fertilizer, and some grass seed so that he can have the sweet aroma, and feel the grass grow beneath his feet.  When the men of the squadron have a mission that they are going on, they take turns walking through the grass and the American soil — to bring them good luck.

Of all the things he could have asked his wife to send to him from home………..he asked for American soil.  WOW.



If you notice, he is even cutting the grass with a pair of scissors.  Sometimes we are in such a hurry that we don’t stop and think about the little things that we take for granted.

Upon receiving this, say a little prayer for our soldiers that give and give (and give up) so unselfishly for us.

You don’t have to send this on, but gosh, who wouldn’t?

Hi to Veterans from an Aussie Vet.


Hi Gentlemen.

As fellow vets I have taken the liberty of dropping you a line. My apologies if you deem it inappropriate.

All of us have experienced a defining moment in our lives… Vietnam . In my case it determined how I would spend the best part of my life.


In 1990 I went back to Vietnam and 4 years later finally got approval to set up an aid group on the southern coast around Vung Tau…I finished living there for two tours 1994-2000 and 2004 to 2007. The corruption of the Hanoi Government finally drove me out with attempted graft of some $57,000.

Very pissed off I commenced to put it all down on paper and in 2011 published my book..544 pages with pics…… ‘The Quiet Australians. Saints and Sinners’  and sin I did and in-between managed to save a few Vietnamese kids, the poor and the impoverished.


As Vets, I trust you will appreciate that our tours of Vietnam as allies were parallel, both during and after the war.

I respectfully ask that you take a look at  for more information. The book is also available on KINDLE.

The book has received great reviews on Amazon in the US where it is available.

I again ask respectfully that you may find a way to notify your membership of the book.


A  side-story is that in 1998 I purchased a set of US Army  ID tags in a market in Saigon…I put them up on on the Buddy page and got a hit from a veterans daughter in the US and sure enough they were his, lost in battle up near the DMZ. I couriered them to his daughter who gave them to him as a 50th birthday present. He has retired to Florida and rides his Hog daily. We are in touch from time to time and I may get over to visit him and the family. (How the tags found their way from the DMZ to Saigon nearly 30 years later is a mystery)




Paul Murphy.

Founder AVVRG 1994.

Now available on KINDLE.

“In pre-op, I was asked yet again..’do you have anything in you that you were not born with?…I replied…’Attitude’..the nurse patted my shoulder and smiled.

Every Friday At The Pentagon

Every Friday At The Pentagon

I was not aware of this practice until now.  I am pleased that it happens ,

And am astounded that it does happen ,

               Given the political situation that exists in our government today.

It really breaks my heart to know that we didn’t know this goes on every Friday , well at least I didn’t know.

Instead , I guess the media feels it’s more important to report on Hollywood stars as heroes.

I hope this article gives you a sense of pride for what our men and women are doing for us ,

Every day , as they serve in the armed forces here and abroad.



Mornings at the Pentagon

McClatchy Newspapers

Over the last 12 months , 1 , 042 soldiers , Marines , sailors and Air Force personnel have given their lives in the terrible duty that is war.

Thousands more have come home on stretchers , horribly wounded and facing months or years in military hospitals.

This week , I’m turning my space over to a good friend and former roommate , Army Lt. Col.. Robert Bateman , who recently completed a yearlong tour of duty and is now back at the Pentagon.

Here’s Lt. Col. Bateman’s account of a little-known ceremony that fills the halls of the Army corridor of the Pentagon with cheers , applause and many tears every Friday morning. It first appeared on May 17 on the Weblog of media critic and pundit Eric Alterman at the Media Matters for America Website.


“It is 110 yards from the “E” ring to the “A” ring of the Pentagon. This section of the Pentagon is newly renovated; the floors shine , the hallway is broad , and the lighting is bright. At this instant the entire length of the corridor is packed with officers , a few sergeants and some civilians , all crammed tightly three and four deep against the walls. There are thousands here.

“This hallway , more than any other , is the `Army’ hallway. The G3 offices line one side , G2 the other , G8 is around the corner. All Army. Moderate conversations flow in a low buzz. Friends who may not have seen each other for a few weeks , or a few years , spot each other , cross the way and renew.

“Everyone shifts to ensure an open path remains down the center. The air conditioning system was not designed for this press of bodies in this area.

“The temperature

Is rising already. Nobody cares. “10:36 hours: The clapping starts at the E-Ring. That is the outermost of the five rings of the Pentagon and it is closest to the entrance to the building. This clapping is low , sustained , hearty. It is applause with a deep emotion behind it as it moves forward in a wave down the length of the hallway.

“A steady rolling wave of sound it is , moving at the pace of the soldier in the wheelchair who marks the forward edge with his presence. He is the first. He is missing the greater part of one leg , and some of his wounds are still suppurating. By his age I expect that he is a private , or perhaps a private first class.

“Captains , majors , lieutenant colonels and colonels meet his gaze and nod as they applaud , soldier to soldier. Three years ago when I described one of these events , those lining the hallways were somewhat different. The applause a little wilder , perhaps in private guilt for not

Having shared in the burden … Yet.

“Now almost everyone lining the hallway is , like the man in the wheelchair , also a combat veteran. This steadies the applause , but I think deepens the sentiment. We have all been there now. The soldier’s chair is pushed by , I believe , a full colonel.


“Behind him , and stretching the length from Rings E to A , come more of his peers , each private , corporal , or sergeant assisted as need be by a field grade officer.

“11:00 hours: Twenty-four minutes of steady applause. My hands hurt , and I laugh to myself at how stupid that sounds in my own head. My hands hurt. Please! Shut up and clap. For twenty-four minutes , soldier after soldier has come down this hallway – 20 , 25 , 30.. Fifty-three legs come with them , and perhaps only 52 hands or arms , but down this hall came 30 solid hearts.

“They pass down this corridor of officers and applause , and then meet for a private lunch , at which they are the guests of honor , hosted by the generals. Some are wheeled along. Some insist upon getting out of their chairs , to march as best they can with their chin held up , down this

Hallway , through this most unique audience. Some are catching handshakes and smiling like a politician at a Fourth of July parade. More than a couple of them seem amazed and are smiling shyly.

“There are families with them as well: the 18-year-old war-bride pushing her 19-year-old husband’s wheelchair and not quite understanding why her husband is so affected by this , the boy she grew up with , now a man , who had never shed a tear is crying; the older immigrant Latino parents who have , perhaps more than their wounded mid-20s son , an appreciation for the emotion given on their son’s behalf. No man in that hallway , walking or clapping , is ashamed by the silent tears on more than a few cheeks. An Airborne Ranger wipes his eyes only to better see. A couple of the officers in this crowd have themselves been a part of this parade in the past.

“These are our men , broken in body they may be , but they are our brothers , and we welcome

them home. This parade has gone on , every single Friday , all year long , for more than four years.

Did you know that?  I didn’t.

Don’t send it back to me , just be a Patriot and send it on its way as you see fit.


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This isn’t a joke or cartoon; just something interesting to know…you may want to forward this on to others.

On Monday, I played the Disney, Lake Buena Vista course.  As usual the starters matched me with three other players.  After a few holes we began to get to know each other a bit.  One fellow was rather young and had his wife riding along in the golf cart with him.  I noticed that his golf bag had his name on it and after closer inspection, it also said “wounded war veterans”.  When I had my first chance to chat with him I asked him about the bag.  His response was simply that it was a gift.  I then asked if he was wounded and he said yes.  When I asked more about his injury, his response was “I’d rather not talk about it, sir”.

Over a few holes I learned that he had spent the last 15 months in an army rehabilitation hospital in San Antonio Texas .  His wife moved there to be with him and he was released from the hospital in September.  He was a rather quiet fellow; however, he did say that he wanted to get good at golf.  We had a nice round and as we became a bit more familiar I asked him about the brand new set of Ping woods and irons he was playing.  Some looked like they had never been hit.  His response was simple.  He said that this round was the first full round he had played with these clubs.

Later in the round he told me the following.  As part of the discharge process from the rehabilitation hospital, Ping comes in and provides three days of golf instruction, followed by club fitting.  Upon discharge from the hospital, Ping gives each of the discharged veterans, generally about 40 soldiers, a brand new set of custom fitted clubs along with the impressive golf bags.

The fellow I met was named Ben Woods and he looked me in the eye and said that being fitted for those clubs was one of the best things that ever happened to him and he was determined to learn to play golf well enough to deserve the gift Ping had given him.  Ben is now out of the service, medically discharged just a month ago.  He is as fine a young man as you would ever want to meet.

Ping has the good judgment not to advertise this program.  God Bless America and the game of golf.




Written by an Australian Dentist

To Kill an American

You probably missed this in the rush of news, but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper, an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American.

So an Australian dentist wrote an editorial the following day to let everyone know what an American is. So they would know when they found one. (Good one, mate!!!!)

‘An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, Arab, Pakistani or Afghan.

An American may also be a Comanche, Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as native Americans..

An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or Buddhist, or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan . The only difference is that in America they are free to worship as each of them chooses.

An American is also free to believe in no religion.. For that he will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.


An American lives in the most prosperous


land in the history of the world..


The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration of Independence , which recognizes the God given right of each person to the pursuit of happiness.

An American is generous.. Americans have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need, never asking a thing in return.

When Afghanistan was over-run by the Soviet army 20 years ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the people to win back their country!

As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given more than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan ..


The national symbol of America , The Statue of Liberty , welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless, tempest tossed. These in fact are the people who built America

Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of September 11, 2001, earning a better life for their families. It’s been told that the World Trade Center victims were from at least 30 different countries, cultures, and first languages, including those that aided and abetted the terrorists.


So you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler did. So did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung, and other blood-thirsty tyrants in the world.. But, in doing so, you would just be killing yourself. Because Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American.

Please keep this going!

Pass this around the World .

Then pass it around again. It says it all, for all of us.

Please do not just delete.

Pass it on first.