Retro Thursday 5-27-2021

 BY ATHLING2001

War and Solving the World’s Problems

“Dad, how do soldiers killing each other solve the world’s problems?”
― Bill WattersonCalvin and Hobbes: Sunday Pages 1985-1995

I was looking back through my blog today and ran across this quote.  It stopped me in my tracks the first time and it did again today. The world is rife with War. Every day some conflict seems to break out somewhere in the world, ending with more innocent people killed or maimed, their lives and homes destroyed.

Are we thinking about War wrong? Might makes right. The winner writes the history. The strongest survives.

But, as Calvin wisely asked his Dad, how do soldiers killing each other solve the world’s problems?

How indeed? This is one of those questions parents dread. How do you explain war to a child whose innocence you wish to protect? Should we even explain this nasty business to a child or is this one of those times for ‘you’ll understand when you get older?’

Okay, so no, we shouldn’t terrorize children with the concept and reality of war. But if we don’t start teaching them better ways to solve the world’s problems, nothing is going to change.

Man is a violent species. We’re not so different from lions or wolves or alligators. We protect our species from any perceived threat, whether real or not. Every species protests its own, even rabbits. Mice. Maybe amoebas for all I know.

The reality, however, is that we no longer consider ourselves one species. Humans have gone off the scale. Male lions fight for dominion over the pride, but they don’t go killing every other male lion on the plain just because they are male.

Why do we go that extra mile to kill everything which gets in our way, doesn’t think our way, or lives, believes or looks differently. Why have we separated our species into the right and the wrong, the weak or the strong, the human or the non-human.

We’re at war with everything. Ourselves. Our neighbors. The others just across the boundary line. Pollution. Melting Icebergs. Who controls the wealth. Who goes hungry or homeless or without medical care.

How are soldiers killing each other solving these problems?

Truth is, they’re not. We’re not. We’re not solving the problems which matter. We are just creating more division, more dividing lines, more conflict.

War never ends war. Violence only begets more  violence.

Turn that around and peace only begets peace. Living in harmony makes us one again; makes us whole.

Don’t get me wrong. I honor and respect those men and women who willing sacrifice their lives and limbs and days to protect baseball, mom and apple pie, but don’t be fooled. We are no different from the rest of the world. We’ve separated our selves into the American species and might does make right.

How are those soldiers dying and suffering for us solving the world’s problems?

We try, of course we do, but one narrow opening for peace doesn’t defeat war.

War will only be defeated when we, all of us in every town and house and country, rich or poor, homeless or living in a huge mansion, stand together and say ‘Enough.’ When collectively we say nobody should have to fight or die because of our differences.

When we declare we will no longer fight. We will honor our species – every single member of our species – with the basic needs of life. Food. Water. Shelter.

How are soldiers killing each other solving the problems of food, water and shelter?

I am an American and I love my country. I don’t know anything about being Chinese or Russian or French. But you are all my species. These difference don’t make us different. They make us human.

So, next time your neighbor pisses you off, somebody cuts you off in traffic or breaks in front of you in line, ask yourself, “How do soldiers killing each other solve the world’s problems?”

It starts here.

Let’s make history.

Famous Military Horses 5-13-2021

The first use of horses in war was recorded in Eurasia between 4000 and 3000 BC. They  were ridden or driven, used for Cavalry charges, communications, raiding, or suppling the troops on the front line. Mules and donkeys also played an important role in supporting the troops in the field.

Alexander The Great on horse

Bucephalus – ridden by Alexander the Great. Alexander tamed the horse when he was 13 and they fought together in many battles. According to legend, Bucephalus died after the Battle of the Hydaspes in 326 BC and is buried in Jalalpur Sharif . He is thought to have been a huge black horse with a large head, a star, and one blue eyes.

Napoleon Bonaparte's horse Marengo

Marengo – Owned by Napoleon Bonaparte ,  imported from Egypt in 1799 at  six-years-old. A grey Arabian standing at only 14.1 hands, he was a courageous and reliable mount.


Comanche, a mixed breed horse who survived General Custer's detachment of the US 7th Cavalry at the Battle of the Little Bighorn.  In April 1878, Colonel Samuel D. Sturgis issued the following order:  (1.) The horse known as 'Comanche,' (...), his kind treatment and comfort shall be a matter of special pride and solicitude on the part of every member of the Seventh Cavalry to the end that his life be preserved to the utmost limit. (...)Comanche, of uncertain  breed, owned by the US Army and ridden by Captain Myles Keog of the 7th Calvary, was the only survivor of the Battle of the Little Bighorn in 1868. After this, the Army made him an honorary Second Commanding Office of the 7the Calvary. He died in 1891 and was given a military funeral.

According to the farrier for the 7th Calvary:

“Comanche was a veteran, 21 years old, and had been with the 7th Cavalry since its Organization in ’66…. He was found {after the battle}by Sergeant [Milton J.] DeLacey [Co. I] in a ravine where he had crawled, there to die and feed the Crows. He was raised up and tenderly cared for. His wounds were serious, but not necessarily fatal if properly looked after…He carries seven scars from as many bullet wounds. There are four back of the foreshoulder, one through a hoof, and one on either hind leg. On the Custer battlefield (actually Fort Abraham Lincoln) three of the balls were extracted from his body and the last one was not taken out until April ’77…Comanche is not a great horse, physically talking; he is of medium size, neatly put up, but quite noble looking. He is very gentle. His color is ‘claybank‘ He would make a handsome carriage horse…”

Wickipedia

After a lengthy convalescence, Comanche was retired. In April 1878, Colonel Samuel D. Sturgis issued the following order:

Headquarters Seventh United States Cavalry, Fort A. Lincoln, D. T., April 10th, 1878. General Orders No. 7.

(1.) The horse known as ‘Comanche,’ being the only living representative of the bloody tragedy of the Little Big Horn, June 25th, 1876, his kind treatment and comfort shall be a matter of special pride and solicitude on the part of every member of the Seventh Cavalry to the end that his life be preserved to the utmost limit. Wounded and scarred as he is, his very existence speaks in terms more eloquent than words, of the desperate struggle against overwhelming numbers of the hopeless conflict and the heroic manner in which all went down on that fatal day.

(2.) The commanding officer of Company I will see that a special and comfortable stable is fitted up for him, and he will not be ridden by any person whatsoever, under any circumstances, nor will he be put to any kind of work.

(3.) Hereafter, upon all occasions of ceremony of mounted regimental formation, ‘Comanche,’ saddled, bridled, and draped in mourning, and led by a mounted trooper of Company I, will be paraded with the regiment.

By command of Col. Sturgis, E. A. Garlington, First Lieutenant and Adjutant, Seventh Cavalry.”[2]

Wickipedia

George Custer on horseback, Falmouth, Virginia 1863.

Custer had two horses, Victory and Dandy. He was riding Vic, a dark bay Morgan, during the Battle of Little Bighorn and the horse was killed along with his master. Dandy, a chestnut Thoroughbred, was with the pack train, and he survived.


The horse was the backbone of the Civil War. They moved guns and ambulances, carried generals and messages, and usually giving all they had. An instruction from Major General William T. Sherman to his troops shows the value of the horse to the army:

“Every opportunity at a halt during a march should be taken advantage of to cut grass, wheat, or oats and extraordinary care be taken of the horses upon which everything depends.”

The total number of horses and mules killed in the Civil War totals more than one million. In the beginning of the war, more horses were killed than men. The number killed at the Battle of Gettysburg totaled around 1,500. The Union lost 881 horses and mules, and the Confederacy lost 619. (The Horse in the Civil War, Deborah Grace).


Rev. Henry Brown with 'Old Bob,' Abraham Lincoln's horse

Abraham Lincoln’s horse, Old Bob, a reddish-bay, was Lincoln’s horse while riding the circuit as a lawyer. When elected president, Lincoln sold Old Bob to John Flynn. Old Bob was used at least twice more, once at a parade to celebrate Richmond, VA being named the capital of the Confederacy and also in Lincoln’s funeral process, right behind the hearse.

General Grant's Horse, Cincinnati by elycefeliz, via Flickr

General Ulysses S. Grants’ horse, Cincinnati (ca. 1860–1878) was his favorite mount.He was the son of Lexington, the fastest four-mile Thoroughbred in the United States (time 7:19.75 minutes) and one of the greatest sires. Cincinnati was also the grandson of the great Boston, who sired Lexington. The horse was large (17 hands (68 inches, 173 cm)), handsome, and powerful, and he quickly became Grant’s favorite. When Grant rode Cincinnati to negotiate Robert E. Lee‘s surrender at Appomattox Court House, the animal became immortalized. Virtually all depictions of Grant in drawings, granite, and bronze, are astride Cincinnati including at the Ulysses S. Grant Memorial, located on the Mall in Washington, D.C., at the base of Capitol Hill.

Cincinnati died in Maryland on the farm of Admiral Daniel Ammen.

 

Confederate Gen. Robert E. Lee & Traveller.  Confederate Gen. Robert E. Lee & Traveller    Traveller was by far the most famous horse ridden during the Civil War.    Gen. Lee's saddle & horse tack is on display at the Museum of the Confederacy Richmond VA.

Traveller, a Virginia-bred Saddlebred, was owned by General Robert E Lee. He is one of the most famous horse ridden in the Civil War.

Sherman and Duke overlooking Atlanta, Autumn 1864 at Fort #7

Gen. William T. Sherman on Duke at Federal Fort No. 7

Old Baldy” (ca. 1852 – December 16, 1882) was ridden  by General George G. Meade in many battles, including the Battle of Gettysburg. It is said that he was wounded at the First Battle of Bull Run, hit in the nose by a piece of an artillery shell.

Little Sorrel

Little Sorrel or “Fancy” was the mount of General Stonewall Jackson.

Major General Philip Henry Sheridan's horse  Reizni renamed Winchester after Sheridan's famous ride at the Battle of Winchester

Major General Philip Henry Sheridan’s horse Reizni was renamed Winchester after Sheridan’s famous ride at the Battle of Winchester.

Horses of Later Wars
Lt. Colonel Theodore Roosevelt astride Little Texas during the Spanish American  War.
Teddy Roosevelt’s horse, Little Texas carried him up San Juan Hill in the Spanish American War.
Reckless was a horse used in the Korean War-a true hero in every sense of the word

“Reckless delivered ammo to the recoilless rifle platoon’s firing sites. She would be led a few times and then could make the trip to and from the ammo dump by herself. During just one battle, she made 51 trips under enemy fire, most of them by herself. She was wounded twice but didn’t quit.”

 
Warrior: the real Thoroughbred War Horse the Germans couldn't kill - who braved the bullets, barbed wire and shell fire of World War I.  Warrior carried General Jack Seely of the Canadian cavalry throughout the war and his bravery is documented in Warrior: the Amazing Story of a Real War Horse wrote by General Jack Seely in 1934. Pictured: Queen Mary meets Jack Seely and Warrior

Warrior: the real Thoroughbred War Horse the Germans couldn’t kill – who braved the bullets, barbed wire and shell fire of World War I. Warrior carried General Jack Seely of the Canadian cavalry throughout the war and his bravery is documented in Warrior: the Amazing Story of a Real War Horse wrote by General Jack Seely in 1934. Pictured: Queen Mary meets Jack Seely and Warrior.

Last horse in the United States Cavalry, he achieved notoriety due only to the fact his death marked the end of the obsolete United States Army's cavalry programme. Chief entered military service in 1940 at Fort Robinson, Nebraska and was assigned to Fort Riley to join the Tenth Cavalry. By the time Chief died in 1968 at the age of 36, he was the very last cavalry mount on the rolls of the United States Army

Last horse in the United States Cavalry, he achieved notoriety due only to the fact his death marked the end of the obsolete United States Army’s cavalry program. Chief entered military service in 1940 at Fort Robinson, Nebraska and was assigned to Fort Riley to join the Tenth Cavalry. By the time Chief died in 1968 at the age of 36, he was the very last cavalry mount on the rolls of the United States Army.


Thousands of unnamed horses and mules were used in war for everything from Calvary mounts, to pulling wagons and weapons of ammunition and supplies to the front lines. Eight million  horses died in WWI alone.

The horrors of war.  8 million horses dead in WWI alone.  Truly sad.
Italians landing mules at Salonika in October, 1916.
Famous Military Horses | Horses and Soldiers both were issued gas masks in World War I.
£2.51 GBP - British Army Cavalry Horses Trench Gallipoli World War 1 5X4
British cavalryman training with his horse circa 1870’s
Few pictures show the suffering horses went through in the war. We know that World War I killed some ten million fighting men, almost 800,000 of them British.  Much less known is the fate of a million hapless horses, sent to France between 1914 and 1918. Only 62,000 returned.

Response – JSW 2-22-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 200 words and post to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

“That’s what they all say.”

He didn’t look over, wasn’t anything more over there to see than in front of himself. Mud, mud and more mud. He lived in a suit of mud.

“So who is the enemy now?”

Daniel looked up, across the calm office to the man sitting behind the desk. He thought they were supposed to come out from behind the desk to seem more open, more approachable, more friendly, but what did he know? He looked at his hands as if the answers lay somewhere in the creases in his palms, but all he could see was the mud.

“What do you see?”

“Mud.” He gave the same answer everytime. Nobody believed him about the mud, how they’d lived in it and breathed in it and died in it as the battle wove all around them. Different mud different times. Same story.

His socks had rotted away and now they were mud. His pants, his coat, his rifle…. all mud. The trench sank deeper and deeper into the mud. They wallowed to their groins in mud.

“What is beyond the mud?”

Daniel looked at him for a moment, head cocked, jerking once. “Mud.”

It was all mud. Mud. Mud. Mud. Mud. Squishy. Crawley. Madding mud.

“It would help if you could wipe the mud away and see what is beyond.”

“There is no wiping away the mud,” he said with a shake of his head to dismiss the distant toll of bells. “The world is mud.”

The therapist sat in silence for a moment, looking at him. Daniel looked back, eyes tracing the mud along the man’s trousers and cuff, coating his desk and living on the wall beyond like a shroud.

The therapist tapped a finger on his notebook, glanced at his watch. His muddy watch. “We’ll take this up again next time.”

Careful not to slip on the mud, Daniel rose, flicking away mud oozing down his sleeves, onto the chair and the floor and the world. He squished out without speaking because if he opened his mouth, the mud would fill him, too. The enemy crawling inside.

The therapist went home and had a nice dinner with his wife and friends.

Daniel drowned.

Remembering the Past 8-4-2019

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This is a noble statue, but not everybody agrees with me. There is a movement in the United States to tear down and destroy monuments honoring the memory of who we once were. Some claim the statues are racist because they honor the heroes of the Civil War, but whomever the man on the horse is, he gave up his home and family to support the beliefs of his Country.

This statue happens to be General Lee, but it could represent Everyman. Whether or not, Everyman wore blue or grey, he was a hero and he should be remembered, and honored, as such.

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Slavery is horrible, and that doesn’t change just because it was a hundred years ago. But, we have to remember, slavery has been around as long as man. Every race and creed has probably been subjected to slavery at one point or another. It was not right, but it was who we were. It is also not right for us to try to destroy and hide the actions of the past, no matter if we agree with them or not.

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The issue, though, isn’t really past slavery as much as some people would have us believe. Every man, woman and child has the right to defend their beliefs. Some people still carry the Slavery Badge, but I can’t help but think it is no longer about slavery but entitlement. Slavery was wrong, but dwelling on the past is a sure path to destruction.

Blacks were considered less than human. So were the Jews in the Holocaust. The mentally ill. Should we tear down all the memorials to the Holocaust? Should we forget what happened?

What about the America Indians? The memorials to Rome? After all, Rome embraced slavery.

If we tear down the memorials and reminders of the past, we will also forget the horrors of the past. And, if we forget, I guarantee you we are bound to make the same mistakes in the future.

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There is still slavery in this world for men, women and children. Why is this less horrendous to the modern us than the men and women of yesterday? They fought. Are we? Are we standing in line to save the women and children being trafficked as sex slaves? The men smuggled into our country to spend the reminder of their lives working to pay off the smugglers.

The Civil War is part of who we are and who we will be tomorrow and in a hundred years. Trying to wipe it under the rug doesn’t change the facts.

If we hide the past, we will forget the past. If we forget the past, we will relive the past. If we relive the past, how many more will die?


“A Virginia judge has ruled that statues of Confederate generals Robert E. Lee and Thomas J. “Stonewall” Jackson in Charlottesville are war monuments that the city cannot remove without permission from the state.

In a nine-page ruling obtained from the University of Virginia School of Law website, Circuit Court Judge Richard E. Moore said neither the intentions of the people who erected the statues nor how they make people feel change the fact that the statues pay homage to the Civil War. Moore cited state code in his ruling that says it is illegal for municipalities to rove such monuments to war.”

(Written Memorial Day 2019)

 

War and Solving the World’s Problems

“Dad, how do soldiers killing each other solve the world’s problems?”
Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes: Sunday Pages 1985-1995

 

I was looking back through my blog today and ran across this quote.  It stopped me in my tracks the first time and it did again today. The world is rife with War. Every day some conflict seems to break out somewhere in the world, ending with more innocent people killed or maimed, their lives and homes destroyed.

Are we thinking about War wrong? Might makes right. The winner writes the history. The strongest survives.

But, as Calvin wisely asked his Dad, how do soldiers killing each other solve the world’s problems?

How indeed? This is one of those questions parents dread. How do you explain war to a child whose innocence you wish to protect? Should we even explain this nasty business to a child or is this one of those times for ‘you’ll understand when you get older?’

Okay, so no, we shouldn’t terrorize children with the concept and reality of war. But if we don’t start teaching them better ways to solve the world’s problems, nothing is going to change.

Man is a violent species. We’re not so different from lions or wolves or alligators. We protect our species from any perceived threat, whether real or not. Every species protests its own, even rabbits. Mice. Maybe amoebas for all I know.

The reality, however, is that we no longer consider ourselves one species. Humans have gone off the scale. Male lions fight for dominion over the pride, but they don’t go killing every other male lion on the plain just because they are male.

Why do we go that extra mile to kill everything which gets in our way, doesn’t think our way, or lives, believes or looks differently. Why have we separated our species into the right and the wrong, the weak or the strong, the human or the non-human.

We’re at war with everything. Ourselves. Our neighbors. The others just across the boundary line. Pollution. Melting Icebergs. Who controls the wealth. Who goes hungry or homeless or without medical care.

How are soldiers killing each other solving these problems?

Truth is, they’re not. We’re not. We’re not solving the problems which matter. We are just creating more division, more dividing lines, more conflict.

War never ends war. Violence only begets more  violence.

Turn that around and peace only begets peace. Living in harmony makes us one again; makes us whole.

Don’t get me wrong. I honor and respect those men and women who willing sacrifice their lives and limbs and days to protect baseball, mom and apple pie, but don’t be fooled. We are no different from the rest of the world. We’ve separated our selves into the American species and might does make right.

How are those soldiers dying and suffering for us solving the world’s problems?

We try, of course we do, but one narrow opening for peace doesn’t defeat war.

War will only be defeated when we, all of us in every town and house and country, rich or poor, homeless or living in a huge mansion, stand together and say ‘Enough.’ When collectively we say nobody should have to fight or die because of our differences.

When we declare we will no longer fight. We will honor our species – every single member of our species – with the basic needs of life. Food. Water. Shelter.

How are soldiers killing each other solving the problems of food, water and shelter?

I am an American and I love my country. I don’t know anything about being Chinese or Russian or French. But you are all my species. These difference don’t make us different. They make us human.

So, next time your neighbor pisses you off, somebody cuts you off in traffic or breaks in front of you in line, ask yourself, “How do soldiers killing each other solve the world’s problems?”

It starts here.

Let’s make history.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

JSW Prompt April 10, 2017

Feel free to jump in and tackle the prompt yourself. Please keep your posts under 300 words. If you link back to this post, I will re-blog your post to my site.
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I’ve always wondered how one’s life can flash before one’s eyes in six minutes, but it can. Doesn’t seem possible but I was there. I knew.

Six minutes. Did that mean my life hadn’t been worth more than six minutes? Or is that just the time angels give you to make amends, get your name upgraded from hell to heaven? Or downgraded.

It’s like there is a suspension of belief, those six minutes when you can’t accept that, yes, you are going to die. That all the pain and suffering of your life is almost over. No one can hurt you any more. You’ve got hurt enough to last six minutes and longer, but all you have is six minutes.

Still, you have time to regret those things you did wrong, and those you did right. I like to think I did more for the right than the wrong, but I know better. I’d killed people, people I didn’t even know. People with sons and daughters; wife and parents and friends.

Killed them for no reason except the man in power told me so. Ship out and kill some of those bastards. Kill as many as I could, truth be told.

Now, I know better. Killing doesn’t make things right. Not for the winners or the losers. Whoever said war solved problems didn’t know shit about war. You can’t solve your problems with fighting. It just makes more fighting. More death.

I’m about gone now. The pain is gone completely and I can feel my body going, death rolling up my frame like ocean waves.

The ocean. I used to love to go to the ocean. Swim. Play on the sa…..