Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Piece of A**

That's what I felt like tonight on the boat. Mike made assignments for everyone, and Lauren and me were left out of the assignments. That made us rail meat, i.e. a piece of a**, used to sit on the high side of the rail. Makes you feel kinda useless. Made me feel kinda depressed. I guess that's the nature of the game, though, even if itm akes me feel useless.

Today I had my interview for my Top Secret clearance. The interviewer asked me if anyone would question my morality or my ethics. I said Pat Robertson. Both of us got a chuckle out of that. The interviewer is going to interview some of my neighbors and some of the people I worked with. I have to pass her information to Heather so she can give the interviewer a call and be interviewed for my TS clearance. Interesting, huh? I won't go through the questions she asked me, don't really think it is anyone's business, and I don't think they govt would want those questions passed out.

Not too much else is going on. I'm acting OIC while Kelly is on leave. I took the duty tonight instead of tomorrow morning because I am going to Blackwater for a visit and won't be able to turnover tomorrow. I have to write a brief for the Captain on metrics, and I have a few other thins I have to take care of. I forwarded my fitrep input up today, and the captain is going to present my award on Friday. I have to start packing up all of my stuff and getting ready to transfer, too. I'm going to be busy these next few days. Hopefully my mood will improve and everything will be just fine.

Not much else to report tonight. Actually, there's probalby quite a bit to say, but I just can't say it right now. I'm off to bed.

Sunday, September 26, 2004

Here's my niece, the little hellion. She's cute as a button, but she's a terror! I haven't posted more about the career class yet, but I will. I plan on going back to that post and editing it when I get the time to finish it. Other than that, I haven't done much of anything. I drove home Saturday, all day, got in at 0330 this morning. I slept for about 4 hours, got up and have been up ever since. Right now my brain is fried and I'm getting ready to go to bed soon so I can get some sleep before work tomorrow. Posted by Hello

Here's the Courthouse mentioned in one of my previous posts. I made it back and took a better picture. Notice the character it has. It's unfortunate that now it is only used for social events. Posted by Hello

Friday, September 24, 2004

Career Class

I stopped by my old high school today to see some of my teachers. It was an excellent trip. Mrs. Razer asked me to come back and talk to her career class about my career in the Navy. I agreed, whole-heartedly to do it. For some reason, I enjoy that stuff. I just wish that I would've brought a uniform with me to wear. Since I didn't, I'll do like most good sailors and wear the same thing I always wear on liberty. I talked to Mrs. Lamb for a little while, too--okay, for about 45 minutes. We were talking politics and the Navy, and the state of the current world. It was very stimulating conversation. There's nothing I enjoy more than talking about the state of the current world, especially since I have my own theories and love to share them with people.

Okay, the main topic of this post is going to be about what I'm going to say tomorrow when I talk to Mrs. Razer's class. If you're reading this, Mrs. Razer, forgive me. Most people prepare by taking notes and gathering their thoughts. I prepare by babbling inanely until my brain pieces what it wants to together into coherent thoughts. Those thoughts I then take with me.

Let me start by thinking back to my time in the Navy. I first enlisted in the Navy in October of 1991. I went to bootcamp in Orlando, FL, one of the few winters that it actually snowed in Orlando--if you can believe that. I tried to hide out in the background at bootcamp, but it didn't quite work that way. I ended up becoming the Educational Petty Officer (EPO)--if you can believe that. My whole job was to help the sailors in my company learn what they needed to learn so they could pass the written exams we had to take in bootcamp. I worked really hard and did everything short of giving them the A B C answers. Some of them were just beyond help. WWWAAAAYYYYY beyond help! There was one kid in the class who couldn't pass a test to save his life. It made me question if he had even graduated high school--until I realized that it wasn't a requirement at the time. I taught him every single answer to every single question on the test. I worked with him from taps (10pm) until 2 or 3 in the morning for weeks. He could recite the answers to me backwards and forwards, even when I jumbled up the questions (which ruled out rote memorization). However, when he went to take his test, he still failed it. I never did quite figure out what you did with people like that. I guess they make good deck swabbers. If that's cruel, I'm sorry, but most jobs in the Navy require some technical acumen--a ship is a modern technological marvel. Now if we could just get NMCI to function the same way.... Nevertheless, there are still menial jobs that need to be done (I guess they would be the "burger flippers" of the Navy). During bootcamp we had what was called Work Week. It was the next to last week of bootcamp (week 7 of 8) and we were assigned jobs to do instead of the routine brainwashing that occured in bootcamp. I was assigned to be the Divisional Yoeman. For those of you who don't know what a yoeman is--a yoeman is essentially a secretary of sorts who does paperwork. In the case of being the Divisional Yoeman in bootcamp, 4-8 companies made up a division, and that division shared one barracks (each company had it's own wing, one of four per floor, in a 3 story building). The divisional yoeman's job was to process the paperwork for the division officer who oversaw the barracks. It was a thankless job that required me to work from 0600 (I had to eat breakfast early so I could be there at reville) until taps. Yeah, right, I never left the office after taps, there was too much paperwork to catch up on. That was the time when I actually got to get the paperwork done without some random company commander coming in and making me do pushups or situps because his wife or girlfriend pissed him off and he needed someone to take it out on--sitting right in front of the main entrance made me a prime target. I'm surprised my biceps didn't grow to about 25 inches while I was the yoeman. But, it was only one week though. Once that was all over and we graduated from bootcamp, I was on my way home for leave and then right back to sunny Orlando, FL (summertime this time, thank god) for Nuclear Field "A" School for my training as an Electronics Technician (ET)--funny story with that, ET's in the Navy are the most intelligent people in the Navy (I won't comment on the common sense part of that, though ;) and have earned the title Everything Technicians because there is nothing they supposedly can't fix. So, I went through 6 months of "A" School (A school is an accession level school used to give a sailor the basic groudings in whatever field the sailor is going into), learning various things such as Basic Electronics and Electricity, Physics (beyond HS physics), Electronic Theory, Digital Theory, Communications Theory and Repair (I never knew there was so much to know about antennas and wave propogation), and finally Radar Fundamentals and Theory (where we actually got to work on real life radar units, 9000Volts and all). It was during radar class that it was suggested to me that I apply for the position of Lab Assistant for Basic Electricity and Electronics (BE&E). I thought, what the heck, it gave me six extra months before I had to go Nuclear Power School, so I applied and was accepted. It was an interesting 6 months, too. My whole job was to prepare labs and work with students in the labs for Basic Electricity and Electronics fundamentals. I liked all parts of the lab except for having to stand in front of everyone and talk. For some reason my knees would start to shake and my voice would crack. That was my first experience in public speaking--a completely frightening one, at that. But I managed my way through it, did my 6 months as a lab assistant and then transferred to Naval Nuclear Power School.

Naval Nuclear Power School was the continuation of Nuclear Field "A" School. It was here that the fundamentals we learned in "A" School were expanded upon. Here we learned more advanced physics (nuclear physics), Reactor Principles, Chemistry (methods for controlling corrosion in both the primary reactor plant and the secondary steam plant), and Heat Transfer and Fluid Flow (supposedly you can work on a reactor better if you know how the heat gets from point a to point b). This was another 6 month long course, a crashcourse, essentially, in nuclear engineering. If I were to pursue it, I could receive an associates degree in Nuclear Engineering Technology just from what I learned in that school. Unfortunately, most of it was classified. We did, however, spend most of our day in class (0800 to 1630) and then we had to stay for study hours. You weren't given a choice in this. Even if you were recommended for voluntary study hours (as opposed to suggested or mandatory) you were still expected to be there. If you didn't show up for those study hours, stand by, they were about to become mandatory. I managed to work my way through Power School graduating with a 3.57 GPA. I was then transferred to the Nuclear Power Training Unit in Idaho Falls, ID on the S5G reactor (commonly referred to as prototype, because prototype reactors used to design reactors for ships were what we trained on for our hands-on experience).

It was at prototype that I received my first introduction to the Navy qualification process. Endless questions and line items that had to be signed off by someone once you demonstrated to them your knowledge of whatever it was they were signing. It was an almost mundane task, considering the instructors seemed to be more concerned with furthering themselves than they did with the students. Still, I busted my butt to get qualified as quickly as I could (which meant I went from 12 hour days to 8 hour days). It took me--and my whole class--a while to qualify due to a shutdown of the plant for repair of a valve. That was fine. It gave me more time to study. The whole process was to stand watches on the plant and to be graded on our performance. The instructors would simulate casualties and transients and we would have to respond to them from the casualty procedures. The requirements were that casualty response procedures had to be learned verbatim and we had to learn to respond to them automatically (for those of you who don't know, there ARE computer systems that do this for us, more quickly than we can, but we are expected to do the actions, nonetheless, even if the computer has taken action before we can see a casuatly arising). I was befriended by the civilian Nuclear Engineers who worked there (most of them Ph.D.'s) and one of my friends was befriended by the military instructors. We ended up competing to see who would be the first to qualify. The final piece of the qualification was the final board where you were in front of a panel of 3 instructors (both civilian and military) with only a whiteboard and markers. They asked you questions and you had to answer them. Once you finished this, you were qualified. The other guy ended up qualifying about 2 minutes before me (we had our boards both at the same time). Nevertheless, I was qualified and was only on 8 hour days--WAHOO! Let me paint a picture of prototype for you, though, before I continue on. To get to prototype, we had to catch a bus in the morning. The site was located at INEL (Idaho National Engineering Laboratories) in the desert of Idaho. It was an hour busride, unless there was snow, then it was 1 1/2 hours to 2 hours. When we arrived at the site, we had to place our bags on a conveyor, walk through a metal detector, swipe our access badge through a turnstile, show our badge to a federal security guard (holy crap were they HUGE!). Then we had to grab our TLD (Thermo-Luminiscent Dosimeter) out of our tray in the storage box, and then proceed to our reactor site (there were two separate ones: S5G and A1W--I was at S5G). Once we arrived there, we had to swipe our badge through another turnstile to enter the building. Once inside, the building was, essentially, a gigantic warehouse that had a submarine hull (just the engineering section) inside of it, sitting inside of a 14 million gallon pool (the water was drained out, it was originally used to test the reactor under at sea situations). The building contained classrooms, a large study area and little booths for getting checkouts and practicing for your boards on the second deck. The first deck was the primary control areas for the actual prototype (plus the break-room where we ate lunch and vending machines--vending machines which were a godsend because most instructors could be bribed into taking the time to give you a signature by giving them their favorite drink--which you quickly learned what each instructors favorite was). Underneath the building, on the same level as the tank (about 50 or so feet underground) were our locker rooms where we could store books, etc. Most people would ride in in civilian clothes and change into their uniforms there. The entire site was surrounded by double fences with razor wire at the top. The fences were about 8 ft feet high, except for the area where trucks entered the facility, where it was about 15 ft high. In between the two fences were motion detectors and infrared detectors. Needless to say we were quite secure inside the facility. We used to take walks around the facility (we called them "site tours") at night to take a break from studying. We would walk to the fence and then proceed to walk around the entire facility following the fenceline. The entire fence line was lit with sodium lights, and occasionally you would see a pack of coyotes on the other side of the fence staring at you as though you could be their next meal. Thank god for those fences!

Once I had completed prototype, I was transferred to the PCU JOHN C STENNIS (CVN 74) (PCU meaning Pre-Commissioning Unit, before she was commissioned into service and received the title USS) out of Norfolk, VA. I went there as a reactor operator and once again had to sit through many more classes at the shipyard who built her learning about the intracacies of her engineering design and function. It was tedious, but somewhat fun. It was here that I applied for an NROTC scholarship and received it. I was tranferred out of reactor department and sent to transportation department where I finished my time until I transferred to NROTC. It was in transportation that I began to learn the true nature of most of my fellow sailors (shipmates, as we call them). Most of them were lazy and didn't want to be bothered with anything. So lazy, in fact, that I, as an E-4, ended up supervising people as high ranked as an E-6 (my E-7 went home everyday and left me in charge). It was also here that I learned that aviators were the most clueless people one could ever run into. My division officer was an aviator LT. After running transportation runs for Reactor department (the most demanding department on the ship for transportation) I began to keep statistics on our runs in both the vans and the buses. From this data I developed what I thought to be a more effective plan for providing quality transportation services to our customers. To say that it was met with resistance from my division officer would be like saying that the soldiers who landed on the beaches of Normandy at D-Day met with no resistance. He did everything but tell me I was the most stupid person on the face of the planet. Even at this time I had learned the benefits of covering your a** by putting everything in writing. I had submitted my proposals in writing to our department head (my division officer's boss). He reviewed my suggestions and fell in love with them instantly. The next thing I knew he had issued a policy statement changing our services to exactly what I had proposed in my memo. It worked, too. (Amazing what you can learn if you take the time to look at your processes.) Reactor Department was much happier with the schedule, as were all of our other customers. My department head ended up receiving the Navy and Marine Corps Achievement Medal for my proposal. But, it couldn't last forever and I ended up transferring to college.

I attended college at The University of Memphis. I was originally going to get my degree in Engineering, but by this time my passions had changed and I wanted out of the engineering field (there's a sick twist here, you'll see it later). I ended up getting my Bachelor's degree in Philosophy as pre-law. I ended up crunching my 4-year degree into just over 2 years, staying on the Dean's list every semester and graduation Magna Cum Laude with Honors. It felt really nice, until it came time for me to leave college and go to my next school (yep, ANOTHER school). I went to Newport, RI to attend Surface Warfare Officer's School Command (SWOSCOLCOM), where I would receive my training in how to be a division officer. The school was 6 months long, but what I learned from being with all of the friends I made at school was much more valuable than what I actually learned in the school. I graduated from the school, already burned out on being a division officer, and then attended follow on training in Undersea Warfare Evaluator's course. It was here that we learned how to be evaluators prosecuting submarines. For some reason, I really took to it and enjoyed it. We learned something called TMA-Target Motion Analysis. Just by listening passively in the water with a huge acoustic array towed behind the ship, we could determine where a submarine was located and what its course and speed was. That was cool, and I enjoyed it. I ended up graduating as the honor student from the course. I also met one of my very best friends at this school, Constance Renee Spotts--Conni. I have only one other friend that is closer to me than Conni (Greg), but Conni's friendship is one of those that transcends time and space.

Once I had completed school, I was assigned to the USS ELROD (FFG 55). It was already on deployment in the Persian Gulf when I received my orders, so I had to fly out and meet it. Twenty-six hours, six cities, a boatride on a rickety boat, six days on the USS SEATLE and a helicopter ride finally found me on ELROD reporting from duty. I finished out the deployment in the Persian Gulf, with a brief stop in Aquaba, Jordan. Wow! My first experience there was an amazing one. I toured the ruins at Petra, a most beautiful place. You've probably seen it and don't even know you have, if you've seen Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. The building carved into the mountain they enter to find the grail is the main building at Petra. While we were there, I was "volunteered" to go on a diplomatic visit with the Captain and the U.S. Ambassador to Jordan. We were driven to a hotel restaurant where we were ushered in to the bar and told to order anything we wanted to drink, compliments of the Jordanian government. The only thing that looked good was a Fosters beer. So I ordered one. After we drank our beers, we were taken into a dining room that had tables set up in a U shape. I ended up sitting on the end of one of the arms of the U beside a Marine Corps Major who was a diplomatic attache. The meal started with hummus, bread, wine and water. To this day I still don't know how much wine I drank, my glass was perpetually refilled before I had even drank it half empty! It was the same for my water glass. The main course ended up being fish with some vegetables. It was actually pretty good, you just had to watch out for the bones. The Jordanians provided a singer to entertain us, a Czechoslovakian woman who had fled to Jordan after the fall of communism. She sang songs for us and ended up grabbing my hand to pull me to the floor to dance some traditional Jordanian dances. Not wanting to be the center of attention, I grabbed the hand of the Marine Major beside me and drug him with me. He followed suit, and we eventually had a conga line on the dancefloor, everyone trying to learn the nuances of traditional Jordanian dance. All in all, it was a good trip. After we left Aqaba, we stopped in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia and picked up 4 Saudi ships to train them on ASW. I had the privelege of teaching several Saudi officers the principles of Target Motion Analysis and basic procedures for prosecuting submarines in an exercise dubbed "Exercise Indigo Serpent." I don't know who makes up the names, but they are creative! Once completed, we transited through the Suez Canal and into the Med. We were in transit for Christmas Eve and Christmas on our way to Naples, Italy. Once we arrived at Naples, I signed myself up for a trip to Rome. If you've never seen the Vatican around Christmas time, you are missing one of the most magnificent sights human eyes could ever behold! St. Peters was decorated most beautifully. The Nativity scene in front was larger than life size. The Christmas tree was enourmous! It literally took my breath away being able to see Christmas in the Vatican. We toured all the ruins in Rome, and I got to see the ruins of the original Roman Senate. I always had a vision in my head of going and sitting on the steps of the Senate and writing in my journal. Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to do that, so I had to look at the building from a distance and write in my journal. It was maginificent to see the ruins of the Roman Empire. Once we left Naples, we transited through the Straits of Gibraltar where I saw the Rock of Gibraltar. We stopped for fuel in Madiera, Portugal. It was supposed to be only a brief stop to refuel and then get back underway, but the whole island was so beautiful that our Captain called our Commodore and got permission to stay overnight. It was a stay that was very well worth it. I'm sure you've heard of Madeira wine? If not, you're missing out on some of the best wine in the world. I'm sure you've also heard of Port? Some of the finest Port in the world is made there, too. It was a magnificent stay, even if it was only overnight. I saw many wonderful things and sent postcards to several of my friends. When we finally left Madeira, we transited the Atlantic and stopped again in Bermuda for fuel. This time, it was just a brief stop for fuel, we were only there for 8 hours. I, unfortunately, had duty, so I couldn't go explore the island. I did, however, get to see part of the island and the most beautiful color blue water you could ever lay eyes on. Once we departed Bermuda, we returned to Norfolk and went into the shipyard. During that time I was promoted and transferred to Engineering to become the Main Propulsion Assistant (MPA). Our next deployment actually found us in the Med, and then in the Black Sea to perform duties under NATO's Partnership for Peace program. We pulled into Varna, Bulgaria, a resort city used by the VIP's in the Old Soviet Union. The port was somewhat run down, but the people were as nice and friendly as they could be. You could eat like a king on such a small amount of money. The exchange rate was about 3600:1. I took 6 people out to lunch on my birthday. Appetizers, beer, full meal, dessert, and brandy chasers for everyone cost me a grand total of $12 American. I handed the waiter a $20 bill and told him to keep the change. I thought he was going to pass out at the table! I toured many monuments to the socialist revolution (leninism) there, but most were in disprepair, as though the people no longer cared about them. Perhaps they didn't, but it was a shame to see such grand pieces of human history being slowly deteriorated away, not only phycially, but in the hearts and minds of the people. We were in the Black Sea for a month conducting Partnership for Peace operations, and then we transited into the med. There we visited Malaga Spain, Dubrovnik Croatia, Genoa Italy (think Columbus), Trieste Italy (where I went to Venice and stayed overnight), Antalya Turkey, and Crete, Greece. It was one of the most wonderful deployments, being able to see part of the wonders of the world.

Anyway, I could continue on, but I have to get some sleep tonight before tomorrow. I'll try to log back on tomorrow and complete some more of this.

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Night Time

I sit in my bed right now, trying to decide if I'm going to go to sleep soon or not. Signs currently are pointing to me going to bed soon, so this will probably be a short post tonight. I went to Applebees with mom and dad for lunch today, and ended up shopping around wal-mart some. I know there isn't anything I really need, but I looked around anyway. It got me out of the house.

When I got home from Applebees, Kim wanted to start a roas, so we put one one to cook. Once the roast was in the oven, we went to one of her friend's house to get pictures made. I hate having my picture taken, but Kim insisted, so we went. I was falling asleep in the chair there, and was happy when I got away from having my picture taken. Don't get me wrong, I liked her friends, especially Patricia, who was taking the pictures, I just don't like having my picture taken.

After that, I made a few pitstops and took a some pictures myself (no people, just scenery). Then we came home, ate the roast, and then I watched the first episode of Touched By an Angel. Mom and Dad then came home, but I wanted to watch the final episode of Touched by an Angel, so I put it in and mom watched it with me.

Other than that, that's all I've done. I'll write more later, I'm tired right now.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

The Pit

Last night proved to be a disaster for sleep. For some reason I lay in bed and tossed and turned all night. The last time I remember looking at the clock on my phone it was 7 in the morning, and I still hadn't been to sleep. The house phone rang at 1130 and woke me up from the poor pathetic sleep that I had gotten. It made for a long day today.

My original goal for today was to drive around all the places I used to know and take pictures so everyone could see what the area where I grew up is like. That didn't happen. I didn't want to leave until Kim got home so she could take Erica home. Erica threw a fit the last time I left without her. I didn't want her to do that again. Well, Kim decided to go shopping today before she came home, so she didn't get home until late, and then she cooked dinner. So I had to wait on both of those. By the time it was all said and done and she had taken Erica home, it was after 6pm. It was going to be dark soon, so it wouldn't do me any good to take pictures. I decided to take the camera, anyway.

Before I left--well, for practically all day--I had this pit in my stomach, and I have no idea what it was. I called Greg to see what was going on there, and I ended up waking him up from a nap. I felt bad about that, and I think that made the pit in my stomach that much more worse. Shortly after that he called me back and asked me if I had called again. I told him no, I hadn't. He said he would call me back later on, but that never happened. I'm assuming he went back to sleep and didn't wake back up to call me. Nevertheless, the pit in my stomach was there, and it wouldn't go away. I had to get out of the house. I haven't had any real time to myself since I've been home. I know I'm here to visit, but I do need some time to myself. So, I decided what the heck, I was going to go for a drive.

I started out going through Biggers, where the high school is. I turned down Main street and drove back to where it dead ended into a field that touched the bank of Current River. I stopped there for a little bit, enjoying the view, and took a few pictures. I left there, and drove by the high school, and then turned and took the old highway towards Pocahontas. I was struck by the state of disrepair of most of the houses I saw--actually ALL of the houses I saw. Even the nice, upscale houses that had new paint jobs were still run down. It's hard to describe. I don't exactly understand why, unless it is the sheer depression in the economy here. I guess people are too busy worrying about other things to worry about whether or not the outside of their house is fixed up. Don't get me wrong, the houses looked okay from the street, but the closer you got the them, you could see that some roofs needed replacing, several pieces of wood trim on most houses were going south and needed replaced. In the upscale houses the wood trim still needed replaced, but it was covered with a nice new coat of paint. I won't even pretent to understand that. As I was driving down the old highway (old US-67), I was struck by how much some things around here stay the same while others drastically change. A lot of structures and trees that I remember from my childhood are still here, still the same colors they were when I was a child (although the seem much smaller now). Other things are completely gone. It's like there's no in-between where someone took a structure and repainted it or washed the bricks--it was either exactly the same or completely gone. I found that somewhat discouraging on many levels.

Once I got to Pocahontas, I drove somewhat slowly, trying to remember as much as I could. I crossed black river on the new bridge, and saw the old bridge right beside it (it's still used; the road used to be two lanes and the only bridge was the old drawbridge used for ferry/tugboat traffic, which is not two lanes of the four lane road). The old bridge is almost identical to the way it was when I was a kid. They've paved over the grates of the draw and it's painted grey instead of green, but other than that, it's still there, still the same bridge over the same river. Even the same sandbar is in the middle of the river that was there when I was a kid.

I drove on, and ended up going to Jonesboro. I drove around, hopelessly lost on backstreets I had never even heard of for about an hour before I backtracked and found my way back to civilization. I ended up noticing a sign for a park there, so I thought what the heck. I drove to the park (it was after dark) and ended up parking by a lake and watching the stars. I'd forgotten just how little light pollution there is here in this area with all of the fields around. I could see the stars from horizon to horizon--well, almost, there was a half-moon out tonight that drowned out some of them. But it felt good to sit outside in a park in the middle of the night looking at stars. I would never do that in Virginia, I'd be too afraid someone would come out of the bushes and mug me. When I was a kid, I never would've done that. I would've been too terrified to sit in the dark all alone with no streetlights around for comfort. But I did it, and enjoyed myself for it.

After I left the park, I drove back to Pocahontas, but I took my time. I enjoyed the scenery as I went. I enjoyed seeing the fields, some of the harvested, other still waiting to be harvested. The stars shown over them, unimpeded by buildings or lights or any other structures save the occasional fence row of trees used to keep erosion to a minimum (a lesson learned well from the dust bowl). It felt so peaceful and so relaxing--almost Zen--to be out there without a care in the world. Traffic was almost negligible, just a car here or there. I felt free, unfettered from the hustle and bustle of life back in Virginia. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to live here, I'd go absolutely nuts with nothing to do, but it is nice to visit and recharge my batteries every once in while.

When I got back to Pocahontas, I drove through the old town square and tried to take a picture of the old courthouse. It was dark outside, but I tried to take one anyway. Two of them came out very blurry because I couldn't keep the camera still for the saturation needed for a good exposure. I turned the saturation off for the other picture and it barely turned out because of the darkness. I tried anyway. I'm sure the one or two cars that drove by thought I was nuts. As though I really care. I took a few moments to look at the new courthouse (across the street, essentially) and the old courthouse, and found that I like the old one better. It has a sense of character built into the very bricks that make its walls. The new courthouse seems to be a cookie cutter mold courthouse. Don't get me wrong, it is a nice courthouse, it's just at the time it was built, the architecture was pretty much the same for most government buildings, so they all look alike. The old courthouse, however, has a feel of history to it. You could almost walk up the wall, put your ear to it and hear stories from the past. Stories of train robbers, and horse thieves and marital infidelity (yes it happened back then, too). Stories of people who have long since faded from the hustle and bustle of life, but who live on in each brick of that old courthouse. Too bad we don't recognize these things for what they are--an inextricable link to those who came before us; the perpetuation of the human species and the human condition, albeit on a subconscious level. Once I left the courthouse, I drove by Saint Paul's Catholic Church, which is just down the street from the old town square. It, too, is a pleasant historic building. Instead of being made of the normal red brick that was used for everything else, it is made out of rock, grey rock--and she is a beautiful church! The light behind the stained glass windows echoed out their stories into the night for any passerby to see. Angels, Jesus, the Holy Spirit as a dove, all of them shone out into the night like a beacon to lost souls--find me, and you will find the way! That's what I heard them say, anyway. The grotto I remember is still there, unusually it is as big as I remember it, and still just as beautiful. I would've stopped, but I was rushed for time, so I left, turning around and passing by the church one more time to see those luminated scenes and to take one more look at the grotto.

I remembered converting to catholicism on my way home. I remember Grandma just didn't want to have anything to do with it. When she found out she said, "Why did you have to become...CATHOLIC?!" spitting out the word "catholic" as though it were some unpalatable piece of food. To this day I still don't have an answer to that question, other than it was the religion that made the most sense to me, and where I felt the most comfortable. Is that a good enough reason, or even a reason? I don't know, but it's enough for me and that should be all that matters.

As you can see, I am home now, and it is getting quite late. I'm going to cut this short and go to bed. Mom and Dad want to go to Applebees for lunch tomorrow before they go to work (a feat here, you have to drive 40 miles to get to one).

Monday, September 20, 2004

SUNDAY....Sunday....sunday

Not really much to report on the homefront today. Sitting at the computer surfing the internet, that's about it. Read some more blogs of Dr. Barnett's and some of the blogs he linked to, and some of the blogs they linked to...well, you get the picture. Here's a couple of blogs that I surfed into randomly (the "next blog" button at the top) that are full of useless information--much like this one ;) --yet I found interesting for some reason or other. Most of you know I'm weird anyway...okay, okay, 2 of the 3 of you who read my blog know I'm weird. Here are the two blogs, if you feel like checking them out:

http://timmytapeworm.blogspot.com/

http://gmoneydopefly.blogspot.com/

Don't ask me why, just read them :)

Other than that, not too much happened today. Mom made an awesome beef roast for dinner with gravy, mashed potatoes, green beans, alfredo pasta, corn and bread. It was a much welcome dinner, considering I've been doing most of the cooking since I've been home. People have GOT to stop spreading the word that I know how to cook, it keeps me that much busier. Oh my, what did I just do?! Ignore that previous statement and pretend that I don't know how to cook ;)

Both grandmothers came over for dinner today. Grandma Berry says the Doctors keep telling her there are all kinds of things wrong with her, but she doesn't feel like there is, other than having to walk with a walker. Grandma Cathcart says she feels like everything is wrong with her, but the doctor keeps telling her she's the healthiest 80 year old he's ever seen. Go figure! Both of them are doing just fine. The pictures I saw of them before I came home didn't do them any justice. They looked haggard, like they were on their last days. I got home and both of them looked like they could go run a marathon. Okay, maybe a half marathon. Or a half mile. The hell with it, they could walk on their own and looked healthy for two old women--isn't that enough!? God bless them, though, they're the most hugging-est people I know. That's not a bad thing, I like hugs. Especially from Grandmas. They make you feel nice and warm on the inside, like a whole world of love just poured into your soul. One of the best feelings you can have. If nothing else on this trip home was worth it, those hugs sure were!

Nothing else is really going on today. I'm just surfing the net, thinking about dragging my laptop into the bedroom and surfing on it in there instead of stumbling through the dark house because Mom and Dad have already gone to bed, and tripping over or stepping on some toy that Erica left laying on the floor and nearly knocking myself unconscious on the corner of the wall going down the hall. Yeah, it isn't pretty, but I'm full of foibles and I have to admit to them lest they fester in my soul and give me more Catholic guilt that I already have (is that possible?).

So, my friends (all 3 of you), tarry on, I'll be back to work soon (damn the luck!).

On another note, I got some of the most outstanding news the other day. If I've already posted it, well, you're just going to have to read it again! I got selected to be the Chief Engineer on the USS NICHOLAS (FFG 47) out of Norfolk for my next tour--YEAH!!!! I thought I was going to be stuck in Mayport (not that that's a bad thing if you're reading this, Conni). But, I get to stay in my own house now, with my cats and my best friend, with all of the friends I've made around me. You can't beat that. The amazing thing is, they gave me exactly what I asked for--my first choice was Norfolk, on a Frigate as Chief Engineer. Either they were feeling mighty generous or they were laughing their asses of that someone would actually ASK for that job. I'm betting on the laughing their asses of part. Maybe that's why I picked it to begin with. I do have some empathic intuition. Not that it had anything to do with getting my orders, but it sure makes me feel better about it! So, Kim, looks like you'll get to babysit the cats more--sorry, Jeff. But, that means I'll get to invite you over for dinner--it would be kinda hard to do in Mayport, unless you just felt like driving several hours, or hopping on a plane. And Heather, I understand you are going back to Kentucky, but, dammit, what about my feelings? Just kidding! Wish you and Clint and Cole and Hannah the best there. You'd just better keep those fingers typing on that weblog--I do check it everyday, BTW, I'm waiting on an update ;)

Okay, I've rambled on and on and on ad nauseum, so I'll stop for now. Have fun, and I'll be back soon.

Peace out!

Sunday, September 19, 2004

Update--finally

I finally get back online to post an update. Not too much is going on here, I'm just surfing the net reading postings on Dr. Barnett's website. We played cards tonight, and I lost. Geraldine ended up winning the pot--again!

Before tonight, not much else happened. Well, one big thing did happen--I had to take Greg to the airport so he could fly home. That was very depressing, taking my best friend to the airport and not getting to spend anymore time with him--especially since he had a monster layover in Atlanta due to hurricane Ivan. I felt really bad for him having to sit there that long, and even worse for Sue who picked him up (she drove up to Newport News when Greg's flight was confirmed for 2000, but then it got cancelled, so she ended up sleeping in her car at the airport until his flight finally got in at 0130). Talking about painful! I feel sorry for both of them, I'm just glad Greg is home safe!

OK, this is for Kim....I finally got around to doing a Job Description, it's vague and not that long, but hopefully it will be enough. If it isn't let me know and I'll do more. Here it is:

Job Description Fleet Liaison Officer

1. Tasks:
Ø Liaise with Fleet Units, ISICs and Quota Control to ensure fleet training and readiness is met
Ø Schedule and host quarterly training officer meetings to ensure fleet units are receiving the most up to date information they can for performing their jobs
Ø Travel to fleet units and ISICs and brief them on latest initiatives and readiness
Ø Liaise with Fleet Units, ISICs, TYCOM and CFFC on IBFT related issues (when IBFT transitions to NETC domain)
Ø Provide contract oversight for Non-Traditional Training contracts, including routine visit to contract sites to ensure both the contractor and the Navy are meeting their contractual requirements
Ø Certify/Re-certify Non-Traditional Training Sites as required
Ø Oversee Fleet Learning Resource Center
Ø Generate PPT presentations to brief fleet units, ISICs, Tycom and TSC on fleet readiness issues
Ø Evaluate trends in fleet readiness and make recommendations/take action to provide maximum assistance for 100% individual unit readiness

2. Skills:
Ø Microsoft Power Point
Ø Microsoft Word
Ø Microsoft Excel
Ø NTMPS
Ø FLTMPS
Ø NKO
Ø TURBOPREP

3. Special Requirements:
Ø Understanding of government contracts
Ø Security Clearance (for access to classified ship’s schedules)

4. Augmentation:
Ø This billet can NOT be filled by LIMDU personnel

Hopefully this is enough info.

I'm tired now, so I'm going to post this and head off to bed...good night, err morning!

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Not Much Going On

Not too much is going on here today. I got up late today, felt really good to sleep in! Not too much has gone on here today. Greg and I went and shot is 9mm for practice (amazing the things you can do when there are nothing but fields all around!), and then we were going to go swimming in Mom and Dad's pool. Yeah, that didn't last. We both stuck our feet in and said FORGET IT! I checked the thermometer and the water was 58 degrees. Sorry, little too cold for my blood. So, I took a shower and then watched television with Erica. My God the crap programming they have on for kids nowadays! I thought I was going to be violently ill watching it. The poor kid is almost brainwashed by it. Don't try to change the channel, you'll have a screaming kid on your hands. So, now I'm just chilling, again. Checked my email and had some stuff from Kim on there. I'm 1000 miles away, yet I can't seem to get away from work. That's okay, I'll be going back to sea here soon, and it's definitely got to beat all the crap that is coming out from the Revolution in Training.

Other than that, not much else is going on. I'm getting ready to head out to Jonesboro to have new tires put on my truck and to take Anthony, my nephew, to the doctor. Other than that, there is, blissfully, nothing to report :)

Take care, and Heather, I can't wait to hear the Cole-isms--especially the Winnie the Pooh one!

Monday, September 13, 2004

Home on the Range

It's been a couple of days since I've posted, and in that time I've traveled to Arkansas to visit my parents. I drove across Virginia and Tennessee to get here, and ended up stopping overnight in Bristol, TN to sleep and rest before I drove all the way here. It was a welcome relief to the usual drive, drive, drive until you get there that we normally do. It feels good to be home again!

Not too much is going on here, not too much has gone on since my last post other than the drive. I'm looking forward to going into mom and dads pool for a swim. It's overcast and a little cool, though, so I might be a bit skeptical about jumping in, because the water is probably going to be real cold. It can't be any colder than the water on the lake we jumped into up in Pennsylvania a couple of years ago...that water must've been 45 or 50 degrees! Certain parts of my anatomy crawled up inside of me for warmth! We'll have to see how cold it is here.

I just had a godsend on an apartment. I signed up for roomates.com and a lady emailed me telling me that she has a beachouse she wants to rent a room out in. It's furnished with utilities included, and only $600 a month +$200 deposit. I can more than handle that! It'll make my life so much easier being up there with a place to stay. I just hope she's okay with the two cats. I don't think they'll be happy, but we'll find out.

Nothing much else is going on around here. I woke up early this morning (got a phonecall from work) and Greg didn't get out of bed until almost noon. Mom made philly cheese steak sandwiches for lunch before her and dad headed off to work. Grandma is here now watching Erica, who is being a little pill! I'm trying to teach her to say "excuse me" and "please." She can say them when she wants to, she just doesn't do it. So I'm trying to coax her into it. We'll see.

Since I don't have much else to say, I'm going to cut this short for now. I'll try to post when I can as things go on around here, but, hey, it's Arkansas, not much goes on here ;)

Thursday, September 09, 2004

Dirty SOB's!!!!

Yesterday morning and this morning traffic was completely horrible! Yesterday my 17 mile commute took me 2 HOURS!--TWO HOURS! It's insane. This morning that very same commute took me 1 Hour 20 Minutes. If that weren't frustrating enough there were the dirty SOB's who cut over to the right, pass everyone and try to cut back in traffic. For the love of god people--everyone else is trying to get to the same place you are, what makes you so special that you should be allowed to cut line in front of everyone else. Didn't we learn in kindergarten that you aren't supposed to cut in line? Obviously not--at least the brain dead a**holes who kept cutting everyone off in traffic didn't. Personally, I think that they should be drug out of their cars in the middle of the street, have the sh*t kicked out of them, and then sent to the back of the line of traffic. Not only is it a nuisance, but those people who are legitimately waiting as they should end up waiting longer for these SOB's to cut into traffic! As though a 2 hour commute weren't already long enough!!!!!!!!!!

I'm spinning myself up now, so I'd better stop that train of thought. Tomorrow--by the grace of God--I start leave and get to get away from work for 2 weeks. I'm not going to know what to do with myself, but I'm sure I'll find something. Mom and Dad--and especially Grandma--will be happy to see me, because I'm going home to Arkansas for a visit. I haven't been home in about 2 years, so it will be a most welcome visit--and it will keep Grandma from killing me :)

Nothing else is going on right now. I have to go out to Dam Neck today to pick up my leave chit and to try to get my HIV draw done for my transfer--or I may wait until tomorrow to do that, I just don't know yet. Nevertheless, I'm short on patience for typing right now, so I'll be off.....

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Sailing and Stuff

Fortunately, I didn't lose a post I really liked from last night. Fortunately, blogger kept it as a draft. So I had the luxury to go back and post it--so read the post below this one, I finally got it in there ;)

Tonight was a sailing night. There was no race committee, so we didn't really have a race. We went out and sailed around with Trouble and Black Widow, but that's about all we did. We set up an ad hoc race with the 3 of us, but we were seriously overpowered and Mike finally called it quits. Afterwards, we went to Bay Point Marina and ate dinner. Greg had Wahoo with greek salsa, Lauren had a crabcake sandwhich, and I had a BLT. I wasn't very hungry tonight, but I decided what the heck. State Delegate Leo _______ (I'm terrible with names), the Captain of the Black Widow, was there. It was his birthday today, so they made a cake for him. Our waitress brought us all a piece of his cake over. I had a little more respect for the man after that--although I still want someone to tie a crab pot to his rudder =) The SWO motto: If you aren't cheating, you aren't trying! I would never do that, but I CAN wish it. Other than that, not much else happened. I got home and went to give Buddha and Isis kitty treats, knocked the bowl off of the shelf and spilled about 40 kitty treats on the floor. I was going to pick them up, but Greg said just let them have them. I figured, what the heck, they've been home alone all day, so I let them have them. Doesn't do much for Buddha's 17lbs, but it makes him happy, and it makes me happy to make him happy.

I don't plan on doing much else donight other than going to bed soon. Greg is watching the Red Sox game, giving me play by play and strategies--as though I'm interested in hearing them.

We finally came to the decision that I'm not going to live on the sailboat in Rhode Island. Greg is worried that it won't by ready in time, and we are both worried about the cost of paying a mortgage and rent, plus utilities at both places. So, I'm going to get an apartment. The sailboat slip was going to be app. $1350 a month and electricity would've killed me for keeping it warm. An apartment is only going to cost me between $600-800 a month, heat included. It's a cost savings thing. Plus, I'm probably going to take Buddha and Isis up with me after Christmas. It'll give me a chance to get settled in so they won't have to go through too much trauma. I'm looking for apartments, and I'm starting to look at Salve Regina University for some International Relations Classes for me to take to finish out my M.A. at the War College. I'll try to use my G.I. Bill and Tuition Assistance to pay for them. This way, I'll get everything out of the way and have my degree complete. So, when I finish Department Head School, I'll have my JPME Phase I and my Master's degree complete. That will open the door for me to either find a Ph.D. program, or to work on another M.A. in English and then a Ph.D. I'd probably prefer that, but who knows.

I've babbled enough for tonight.

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Cooperative Security and Primacy

Got out of class a little while ago and was thinking about some of the things we talked about in class. We were talking about different theories for grand strategy. We discussed neo-isolationism; primacy; cooperative security; and selective engagement. Neo-isolationism has its roots in realism, as does primacy and selective engagement. Cooperative security, on the other hand, has its roots in liberalism. When the class was asked which one they preferred by a show of hands, I was the ONLY person who raised a hand for cooperative security. Most of the class leaned towards selective engagement, about 4 or 5 were for primacy, and no one was for neo-isolationism. It appears that I'm the only liberal in the house. My views are simple, democracies, by definition, are liberal. I am a liberal. Our goals are peace and stability within the world is the only option we have as a species. This peace not only exists as an absence of war, but it also implies environmental well-being for the planet and elimination of poverty. That's the goal of liberalism, and the goal of cooperative security. The other strategies focus on, essentially, ensuring American primacy in the world. Unfortunately, I believe that we need to sacrifice part of that primacy for the well-being of the entire world. We make up a fraction of the world's population, yet we consume most of the world's energy and natural resources. Granted, we are prosperous, but what is our prosperity built on? Subjugation of other countries? In reality, if not in name, slavery of citizens of other countries working in sweatshops to provide the products we want so badly--whether or not we need them? We extoll our virtues throughout the world, only to acquire the resources that other countries have. Instead, we need to be more altruistic, we need to share with the rest of the world. We have to have faith in our fellow man, and we all have to work together for what is in the best interest of the world. If that means surrendering some of our primacy, then sobeit--we can't successfully avert terrorism and threats to our own homeland without working with the rest of the world. Unilateral action is not the way to go, neither is scoffing our allies to do what we want to do regardless of how the rest of the world feels about it. That destroys our respectability throughout the world, and erodes that very primacy that we hold. How long before our allies turn their backs on us and say forget you! The EU is in a prime position to end their bickering, unite and outpace the United States. What is to stop them from doing that if we continue to mock them and not listen to them as an equal--as the world power that they are seeking and rapidly becoming. Their Euro is already more valuable than the american dollar, even though just a few years ago we said it would flop. These are serious times and they require serious actions. Those actions cannot be unilateral, nor can they be ascetic. Instead, we have to take a view of the world that allows us all to work together to provide cooperative security to all. It is as we, collectively, institute rule sets that all follow that our disputes will no longer be resolved by bloodshed and the lives of our sons and daughters. Instead, they will be resolved by amiable diplomacy and sometimes lawyers in world courts. If we are to survive as a species without destroying the planet, it is the only way we can go. The only thing primacy leads to is world capitulation to our desires--yeah right! The world isn't going to turn over and do our bidding, and we are not the borg. We have neither the will nor the ability to sugjugate the entire world. The world would rise against us, and with our already overstretched military, we would lose, and the subjugator would become the subjugated. No, we have to work with the world to do what is best for the world. I've babbled enough on that, though.

The training revolution, as you can read in the post prior to this one, has acquired my ire over the past few days. I can't believe how much we say we are for the sailor, yet our actions show otherwise. The training revolution is being driven on flawed premises, and our sailors and our readiness are going to suffer for it. The Fleet Response Plan (FRP), the new way of fighting wars, is, in my opinion, nothing more than parochialism at its finest--the Navy trying to keep a foothold in a world where our services are almost meaningless. Realistically, we provide almost nothing to the war on terrorism. Aircraft carriers as presence, maybe, their battle group in tow for protection, but it's arguable if they even have a real mission in the war on terrorism. Their design was for wars against states and standing armies--not wars against small cells of resistance here and there. We do provide strategic mobility, but that doesn't justify $1Billion ships that have absolutely nothing to do with stratmob. This is showing, too, in the Navy's force reduction of 60k sailors. Sacrificing sailors for money to build a force to perform a mission that the Navy doesn't have. Once the no-fly zone went away, we were, for all intents and purposes, out of a job--other than preventing piracy on the seas as mandated by the Constitution. Again, I am on a soapbox, so I'll call it quits for now.

Monday Squared

Another day in paradise ;)

Not too much has been going on this morning. Greg reenlisted this morning. I thought it was supposed to be this afternoon, so I didn't get to go. He said that they changed it from this afternoon to this morning and that he was going to call me but he didn't. Oh, well. At least it is done and now he'll get his bonus and can pay off his boat. Saves on the paperwork for the boat, too.

I'm not feeling in the mood to do much of anything today. I'm supposed to debrief MAC Tretchler on his fitrep today, but it is with LT Reavy, who has moved to another building, and I can't get hold of her--or anyone else, for that matter--on their old or new extenstion. It is somewhat frustrating. They are all in the process of moving because Fred Barranger and the Admiral seem to think that there is all kinds of room over here. In my opinion, it's just another way to fuck over their people. If they really cared about us, they wouldn't make us jump through hoops like this all the time for nothing. It seems like every word out of the mouth of the upper echelons of NPDC is how they are all for supporting the students, yet every action they take does just the opposite. Demagoguery is what it is--they say things to sound good, and then they do something that isn't good. Gotta look good for those cameras, whether or not what they actually do is the right thing, the best thing, or even what they said they were going to do. So, once again the students end up getting f****d over because NPDC doesn't have its act together--nor will it ever at this rate. I flashback to just last week when NPDC was all upset because of the number of student UICs that TSC-HR had picked out to use. What they don't understand is that if we consolidate UICs, students will end up getting f****d over, again, because they will have to be serviced by whatever PSD services the UIC that we assign--which means that a student in Norfolk could possibly have to drive to Oceana to be serviced by a PSD, even though there are 2 PSD's on this base. All because Fred Barranger, who thinks he knows everything but doesn't have a clue, thinks that we are building an empire! The man is a moron! Once again the student loses out because some GS-15 thinks he knows everything, and wants to prevent empire building, when all he does is screw over all the students.

This training revolution has got to change. We aren't doing what is in the best interest of training. We aren't doing what is in the best interest of the Sailors. We aren't doing what is in the best interest of the Navy. We aren't doing what is in the best interest of the country. Until we get off of our high-horse and take a real look around at how we are messing up training, we are going to continue down this path, and this path is going to lead us to the most expensive failure the Navy has ever seen in the training world; it's going to lead us to the most under-trained fleet ever, and our failures are going to resound in lives and equipment lost. Try to convince people of that when the only thing they see is $. It's impossible. All instructions in the Navy are written in blood, they say, and when we finally realize the training revolution is failure, we will only realize it when the memo's declaring it dead are written in blood, too.

God, help us, and God help those poor sailors whose lives are going to be sacrificed for a flawed premise.

Monday, September 06, 2004

Holiday Blues

We just returned from Mike's Labor Day party and I am drained. I dozed in the truck on the way back home, and am still finding it hard to keep my eyes open. We drank beer, ate deep fried turkey breast, oriental cole slaw, potato salad, and calico beans. It was very good, I'm just exhausted now and can't muster the energy to do much of anything. I've been thinking about the training revolution article, but haven't been able to give it too much thought today. I've been busy socialising.

The blues come tomorrow when I have to go back to work. I've enjoyed the three day weekend. I just don't enjoy the Monday Squared on Tuesday when you go back to work. I know there are going to be a lot of grouchy people when I go back to work, and I'm not looking forward to it. I just hope tomorrow is pretty uneventful. I have to beef up and resubmit MAC Tretchler's award and send it back up the chain, although I'm not holding my breath that it will get approved. CDR McMillan just doesn't like to give out awards for some reason. It's his prerogative, but that doesn't mean that he's making the best decision with it. Sailors need incentives to do their jobs. You can't give a sailor more money on your own, but you can give him or her awards that count towards advancement points which, if advanced, does mean more money. That and one command out of MANY not giving awards because people have to go way above and beyond the call of duty while every other command is handing them out like candy somewhat demeans the efforts of the sailors at our command. Their friends and colleagues are walking away with awards for working less. I know they have become candy that is just doled out, but once you set the precedent, it's important to keep it going.

Hopefully nothing much will go on tomorrow and I can sit down and try to get some stuff done. I have class tomorrow night, for which I've done all of my reading but one article. I expected that I could read it tomorrow and not have to worry about it, so I decided to wait until tomorrow to read it. I hope class is good tomorrow night. I'm just annoyed that I have to raise my voice to get a word in edge-wise. Typically I don't speak up in these classes, but when I do, I would like for people to listen to me.

Heather called me and told me that her house was broken into this weekend. They had just gotten a new stereo sorround sound system that Clint won for being employee of the month that got stolen--well the speakers, but not the receiver. They also stole some speakers and the playstation 2, but none of the games, nor any of their computer stuff. They also took the wooden bar they used to hold the sliding glass door closed. Sounds strange to me!

Hopefully tomorrow at work won't be bad, and I can get some sleep and relax a little tonight. Wish me luck!

Sunday, September 05, 2004

The World and Thoughts

I've been doing my reading for my NSDM class, and I've been reading some out of Thomas P. M. Barnett's book, The Pentagon's New Map. It has spurred me to think about the article I want to write for Proceedings on the training revolution. I was thinking about an outline for the article, but haven't really come up with one completely yet. Therefore, I've been thinking about some of the things I wanted to include in the article.

Master Training Specialist, MTS. The training pipeline has GOT to get rid of this. Just because someone is trianed and can present training out of an instructor's guide doesn't mean that the students are truly learning. If you want to train someone how to fix a piece of equipment or how to operate a certain system, they need to be trained by someone who has fixed the equipment, or by someone who knows how to operate the system. You don't train them by using someone who has never even seen the equipment, but knows how to present information from an IG. You can put out certain information, but unless you have someone who knows the system, you are giving the students just that, information, you are not TEACHING them anything.

Sea Warrior, while a good idea, doesn't seem to pass the common sense test. While it could eliminate part of the parochialism and the "good ole boy's" network inherent in getting orders, it also eliminates some of the case-by-case situations that arise that need a human to intermediate and make a decision. It almost relegates getting orders into a crap shoot for the sailor. The Sailor may apply for a job on Sea Warrior, but they don't know if they'll get it or not. Talking to a detailer, a live human being whose whole job is to help out the sailor, eliminates the crap-shoot of looking for orders.

Centers for excellence need to go away. Training Support Centers need to go away. The schoolhouse was destroyed in favor of streamlining processes and eliminating some of the manpower. Unfortunately, it also destroyed the synergy of the schoolhouse. The first line of defense for student problems is the instructors that the students spend their days with. So we eliminate the instructor from the equation and inject a third party, the TSC, to resolve student issues. Now, the personnel who spend most of the time with the students will be completely removed from the loop for helping with student problems. It's sort of like being in a hospital and the nurses who make their rounds bein unable to make any decisions or help patients with any problems. Instead, they'll have to call the Doctor and send the patient to see him before the patient can get any help. Granted, the nurses do call the doctor when the issue is beyond their ability to provide help, but that happens in the student world, too, for example when an instructor would have to send a student to PSD to solve a pay issue. Instead of Centers for excellence, we need to go back to a schoolhouse setting to bring the synergy back into dealing with students. Therefore, I propose that we do away with the whole structure of centers of excellence and training support centers. NPDC needs to change to revitalize the institution of training. It is slowly withering away as we try to find ways to save money, and those methods invariably become computer based training, eliminating instructors and ACTUAL training. The problem with this is that our ships don't get the training. Sailors are expected to complete their training inside the lifelines of the ship, when their time is already monopolized by the myriad other bureaucratic inundations that are piled upon them. So the training either doesn't get done, or it gets done as quick as possible (get it done or you don't go home tonight) with no real retention or learning accomplished. Instead, rote memorization long enough to pass the test and then print your certificate. Is the training done? Yes. Effectively? No.

NPDC needs to become the driving force in training...AND the curriculum holders. No TPP's, no piloting that takes years. Instead, the talk is of contracting curriculum out. That's not a bad idea. But if you're going to contract curriculum development, do you need a several different commands whose jobs are to develop curriculum. Let me expand that, several O-6 commands whose whole job is to oversee curriculum development, development that is done by contractors. Instead, this function should be consolidated into NPDC. Within the FIM in NPDC should be the remnants of the centers--an O-6 directorate with O-5 program managers who oversee curriculum development. Training itself would change, too. There wouldn't be multiple individual schoolhouses that monopolize minimal resources within a small area to provide redundant training. Also, there won't be several O-6 command schoolhouses that, again, monopolize resources. Instead, there would be regional training centers, what I will call Naval Training Centers, NTC's. These NTC's would cover a region, and would have a single O-6 commander. This O-6 commander would oversee all aspects of training within his region, much like a president of a university. This commander would oversee all aspects of training--instruction and student support. This Naval Training Center would liaise not only with NPDC for policy directives and curriculum, each NTC would liaise with other NTCs. These NTC's would be interconnected, NETWORKED together to provide the most effective support to the training institution. Here is a picture of the proposed NTC's:




The problem with this is that it would require the elimination of power for several O-6's. That's a difficult proposition for the Navy--people don't like to give up power. It would also consolidate regional training authority into one central administration. This would save money and manpower (since the navy is short on one and cutting the other to save on thde other). Unfortunately, as with elimination of power, commanders in the Navy are also afraid of consolidation of power. But, it is necessary to revitalize training without stripping any more of it's effectiveness than has already been taken away.

Finally, I see the training organization as needing to become completely joint. Consolidation of administrative functions across all branches of DOD would eliminate even more administrative overhead and would save that much more money, while streamlining the process. By consolidating, it would require new administrative methods that would streamline paperwork and minimize time required to process paperwork. Therefore saved dollars and time.

Anyway, those are just thoughts, more later.

Lazy Sunday

Today has proven to be quite a lazy day. I haven't done much of any real concern today. I got up this morning and Sue cooked a nice breakfast for us. After that, Greg and Sue went fishing at Lynnhaven Inlet, and I went to Barnes and Noble and purchased a book by Dr. Thomas P. M. Barnett, a Naval War College Professor called, "The Pentagon's New Map." I have been intrigued by some of his works I've read, and I've seen some of his PPT presentations. Last night Greg and I caught part of a presentation he was giving to the National Defense University. It pushed me over the edge and I had to buy his book. My only hope is that I'll get the chance to meet him while I'm up in Newport going to school. Here is a link to his website: http://www.thomaspmbarnett.com
I'm sure you'll find it as intriguing as I have.

I'm sitting here reading my selections for class on Tuesday night. I'm finding them somewhat boring, and at the same time somewhat interesting. The new world order seems hard to predict, and even harder to label with some title that sums it up into a neat little package. Instead, we are looking at 4 different approaches to the new world, yet thus far I have found that you could take the four approaches, smack them together and come out with a theory that works better than the four do independently. Of course you would lose parts of each theory, but they would still fit a framework. That's just my opinion, though.

Anyway, I need to get back to reading, I wanted to post something for today. I'll try to post more tomorrow, hopefully I can get the energy to do so before we head over to Mike's for his Labor Day party.

Saturday, September 04, 2004

Francis Update

Here's the next update on Francis. She still hasn't made landfall in Florida, but she is expected to sometime tonight or tomorrow morning. She's expected to be on land for 10 hours or more in Florida, dumping wind and rain. It should prove to be quite a storm. I'm sorry for the people in Florida. Florida has already been declared a disaster area, even though the storm hasn't hit yet.

Nevertheless, not much is going on here tonight. We worked on the boat engines today, got them fixed, mostly--the sailboat and skiff motors, that is. I don't know what we're going to do tomorrow. We're just sitting here tonight, going to watch a movie and drink some beer, that's about it. After that, it's off to bed to get some sleep, whenever that may be.

This post was to update Francis.


Francis Update


Francis is approaching the Florida coast--slowly. Florida is now under a state of emergency. Francis has reached the size of Texas, about 1000 miles across cloud cover. Makes you kinda glad you aren't in Florida, doesn't it--especially after just getting slammed a month ago by Hurricane Charles. I've seen pictures on the news of the waves and wind in parts of Florida, and it isn't pretty. Boats have already broken their moorings and trees are starting to come down, amazing since it's only the initial bands of the hurricane that are pelting the coast, the meat of the hurricane isn't there yet.

On the homefront, we are pulling the motor on the sailboat today to do some work on it. We worked on the motor for the skiff yesterday, drained the lower gear oil and replaced it. We're going to do the same with the sailboat motor and see if we can find out what is causing it to whine. Hopefully just the oil will replace it. We're going to stop by Kim's for a couple of beers while we are out. She's having something of a party today, and I wish that we could stay for it and eat some of her fantastic teriyaki sticks, but Greg is adamant about getting the motor fixed today so we can enjoy the rest of the weekend. Mike is having a party on Monday, and we've already promised him that we would be there for that, so that takes away Monday, so we have to start working on the boat motor today, so if we don't get it finished, we will have tomorrow to finish it.

Other than that, not much else is going on. I got a lot of sleep last night, about 8 hours, and I'm feeling somewhat rested, but now I"m a little tired from getting so much sleep. We're going to be heading out to the marina here soon. I hope I can talk Greg into stopping by Dunkin Donuts for coffee and some breakfast on our way--I could use it! Dinner last night consisted of a chicken pot pie at about 6pm, so I'm hungry now.

Let me close this out for now. I need to get myself in gear and moving.

Friday, September 03, 2004

Hurricane Francis

Here's an updated view of hurricane Francis. You can see the date and time on the picture itself. It is about ready to plow into Florida--which is most unfortunate since Florida just got slammed by hurricane Charles. Our Contracting Officer, Jackie, lives in Orlando, and I think she is already leaving the area to be safe. For us, there isn't really anything we have to worry about from Francis, other than some showers, perhaps, on Monday or Tuesday. Nothing much, yet SPAWAR fretted and unplugged all of their printers on the windowsills and covered them with plastic to make sure they weren't damaged by Francis. Seems like a stupid idea to me, especially considering that even before they made the decision to wrap the printers, the forecast already predicted that we weren't going to get anything from the hurricane. But, we wouldn't be the Navy if we didn't overreact to things and go off the deep end.

Nothing really happened today at work. I came home and didn't do much of anything. Greg did some work on the motor of the skiff, and that's about it. We watched the Simpsons and then the tail end of Star Trek V. That's about all we've done. I made some coffee ice cream, and now Greg is watching Godfather III--again, this must be the 7th or 8th time we've watched it. I'm starting to really get sick of it.

Buddha and Isis are being very stand-offish tonight. They don't want anything to do with anyone tonight. Buddha is sitting in the papa san staring around at everyone as though he's the king of the house. Unfortunately, he's been demoted to servant to the queen, and Isis has been promoted to queen. When Chloe came over, Buddha ran and hid upstairs, but Isis smacked Chloe around. Since Buddha was too chicken to stand up and rule the roost and Isis stood up and ruled the roost, she became the Queen, and Buddha was demoted.

I think I'm getting ready to go to bed. I haven't slept much here lately, so I'm going to try to get some sleep tonight. Kim is having a psuedo-party tomorrow for her sister who is visiting from Kentucky. Greg and I are going to visit for a while. I plan on staying and visiting for a little bit, I don't know how long Greg is going to stay, though. Kim guilted Greg into showing up, he wasn't going to go at all. Monday we are going to a party at Mike's house for Labor Day.

Convention Speeches--DNC and RNC

I thought I'd post the speeches of both John Kerry and George Bush for everyone (or anyone's) edification. John Kerry's is first, then George Bush's. So, if you want to read Bush's and not Kerry's, you'll have to scroll down.


Senator John Kerry’s Acceptance Speech at the Democratic National Convention:
We are here tonight because we love our country.
We are proud of what America is and what it can become.
My fellow Americans: we are here tonight united in one simple purpose: to make America stronger at home and respected in the world.
A great American novelist wrote that you can't go home again. He could not have imagined this evening. Tonight, I am home. Home where my public life began and those who made it possible live. Home where our nation's history was written in blood, idealism, and hope. Home where my parents showed me the values of family, faith, and country.
Thank you, all of you, for a welcome home I will never forget.
I wish my parents could share this moment. They went to their rest in the last few years, but their example, their inspiration, their gift of open eyes, open mind, and endless world are bigger and more lasting than any words.
I was born in Colorado, in Fitzsimmons Army Hospital, when my dad was a pilot in World War II. Now, I'm not one to read into things, but guess which wing of the hospital the maternity ward was in? I'm not making this up. I was born in the West Wing!
My mother was the rock of our family as so many mothers are. She stayed up late to help me do my homework. She sat by my bed when I was sick, and she answered the questions of a child who, like all children, found the world full of wonders and mysteries.
She was my den mother when I was a Cub Scout and she was so proud of her fifty year pin as a Girl Scout leader. She gave me her passion for the environment. She taught me to see trees as the cathedrals of nature. And by the power of her example, she showed me that we can and must finish the march toward full equality for all women in our country.
My dad did the things that a boy remembers. He gave me my first model airplane, my first baseball mitt and my first bicycle. He also taught me that we are here for something bigger than ourselves; he lived out the responsibilities and sacrifices of the greatest generation to whom we owe so much.
When I was a young man, he was in the State Department, stationed in Berlin when it and the world were divided between democracy and communism. I have unforgettable memories of being a kid mesmerized by the British, French, and American troops, each of them guarding their own part of the city, and Russians standing guard on the stark line separating East from West. On one occasion, I rode my bike into Soviet East Berlin. And when I proudly told my dad, he promptly grounded me.
But what I learned has stayed with me for a lifetime. I saw how different life was on different sides of the same city. I saw the fear in the eyes of people who were not free. I saw the gratitude of people toward the United States for all that we had done. I felt goose bumps as I got off a military train and heard the Army band strike up "Stars and Stripes Forever." I learned what it meant to be America at our best. I learned the pride of our freedom. And I am determined now to restore that pride to all who look to America.
Mine were greatest generation parents. And as I thank them, we all join together to thank that whole generation for making America strong, for winning World War II, winning the Cold War, and for the great gift of service which brought America fifty years of peace and prosperity.
My parents inspired me to serve, and when I was a junior in high school, John Kennedy called my generation to service. It was the beginning of a great journey – a time to march for civil rights, for voting rights, for the environment, for women, and for peace. We believed we could change the world. And you know what? We did.
But we're not finished. The journey isn't complete. The march isn't over. The promise isn't perfected. Tonight, we're setting out again. And together, we're going to write the next great chapter of America's story.
We have it in our power to change the world again. But only if we're true to our ideals – and that starts by telling the truth to the American people. That is my first pledge to you tonight. As President, I will restore trust and credibility to the White House.
I ask you to judge me by my record: As a young prosecutor, I fought for victim's rights and made prosecuting violence against women a priority. When I came to the Senate, I broke with many in my own party to vote for a balanced budget, because I thought it was the right thing to do. I fought to put a 100,000 cops on the street.
And then I reached across the aisle to work with John McCain, to find the truth about our POW's and missing in action, and to finally make peace with Vietnam.
I will be a commander in chief who will never mislead us into war. I will have a Vice President who will not conduct secret meetings with polluters to rewrite our environmental laws. I will have a Secretary of Defense who will listen to the best advice of our military leaders. And I will appoint an Attorney General who actually upholds the Constitution of the United States.
My fellow Americans, this is the most important election of our lifetime. The stakes are high. We are a nation at war – a global war on terror against an enemy unlike any we have ever known before. And here at home, wages are falling, health care costs are rising, and our great middle class is shrinking. People are working weekends; they're working two jobs, three jobs, and they're still not getting ahead.
We're told that outsourcing jobs is good for America. We're told that new jobs that pay $9,000 less than the jobs that have been lost is the best we can do. They say this is the best economy we've ever had. And they say that anyone who thinks otherwise is a pessimist. Well, here is our answer: There is nothing more pessimistic than saying America can't do better.
We can do better and we will. We're the optimists. For us, this is a country of the future. We're the can do people. And let's not forget what we did in the 1990s. We balanced the budget. We paid down the debt. We created 23 million new jobs. We lifted millions out of poverty and we lifted the standard of living for the middle class. We just need to believe in ourselves – and we can do it again.
So tonight, in the city where America's freedom began, only a few blocks from where the sons and daughters of liberty gave birth to our nation – here tonight, on behalf of a new birth of freedom – on behalf of the middle class who deserve a champion, and those struggling to join it who deserve a fair shot – for the brave men and women in uniform who risk their lives every day and the families who pray for their return – for all those who believe our best days are ahead of us – for all of you – with great faith in the American people, I accept your nomination for President of the United States.
I am proud that at my side will be a running mate whose life is the story of the American dream and who's worked every day to make that dream real for all Americans – Senator John Edwards of North Carolina. And his wonderful wife Elizabeth and their family. This son of a mill worker is ready to lead – and next January, Americans will be proud to have a fighter for the middle class to succeed Dick Cheney as Vice President of the United States.
And what can I say about Teresa? She has the strongest moral compass of anyone I know. She's down to earth, nurturing, courageous, wise and smart. She speaks her mind and she speaks the truth, and I love her for that, too. And that's why America will embrace her as the next First Lady of the United States.
For Teresa and me, no matter what the future holds or the past has given us, nothing will ever mean as much as our children. We love them not just for who they are and what they've become, but for being themselves, making us laugh, holding our feet to the fire, and never letting me get away with anything. Thank you, Andre, Alex, Chris, Vanessa, and John.
And in this journey, I am accompanied by an extraordinary band of brothers led by that American hero, a patriot named Max Cleland. Our band of brothers doesn't march together because of who we are as veterans, but because of what we learned as soldiers. We fought for this nation because we loved it and we came back with the deep belief that every day is extra. We may be a little older now, we may be a little grayer, but we still know how to fight for our country.
And standing with us in that fight are those who shared with me the long season of the primary campaign: Carol Moseley Braun, General Wesley Clark, Howard Dean, Dick Gephardt, Bob Graham, Dennis Kucinich, Joe Lieberman and Al Sharpton.
To all of you, I say thank you for teaching me and testing me – but mostly, we say thank you for standing up for our country and giving us the unity to move America forward.
My fellow Americans, the world tonight is very different from the world of four years ago. But I believe the American people are more than equal to the challenge.
Remember the hours after September 11th, when we came together as one to answer the attack against our homeland. We drew strength when our firefighters ran up the stairs and risked their lives, so that others might live. When rescuers rushed into smoke and fire at the Pentagon. When the men and women of Flight 93 sacrificed themselves to save our nation's Capitol. When flags were hanging from front porches all across America, and strangers became friends. It was the worst day we have ever seen, but it brought out the best in all of us.
I am proud that after September 11th all our people rallied to President Bush's call for unity to meet the danger. There were no Democrats. There were no Republicans. There were only Americans. How we wish it had stayed that way.
Now I know there are those who criticize me for seeing complexities – and I do – because some issues just aren't all that simple. Saying there are weapons of mass destruction in Iraq doesn't make it so. Saying we can fight a war on the cheap doesn’t make it so. And proclaiming mission accomplished certainly doesn't make it so.
As President, I will ask hard questions and demand hard evidence. I will immediately reform the intelligence system – so policy is guided by facts, and facts are never distorted by politics. And as President, I will bring back this nation's time-honored tradition: the United States of America never goes to war because we want to, we only go to war because we have to.
I know what kids go through when they are carrying an M-16 in a dangerous place and they can't tell friend from foe. I know what they go through when they're out on patrol at night and they don't know what's coming around the next bend. I know what it's like to write letters home telling your family that everything's all right when you're not sure that's true.
As President, I will wage this war with the lessons I learned in war. Before you go to battle, you have to be able to look a parent in the eye and truthfully say: "I tried everything possible to avoid sending your son or daughter into harm's way. But we had no choice. We had to protect the American people, fundamental American values from a threat that was real and imminent." So lesson one, this is the only justification for going to war.
And on my first day in office, I will send a message to every man and woman in our armed forces: You will never be asked to fight a war without a plan to win the peace.
I know what we have to do in Iraq. We need a President who has the credibility to bring our allies to our side and share the burden, reduce the cost to American taxpayers, and reduce the risk to American soldiers. That's the right way to get the job done and bring our troops home.
Here is the reality: that won't happen until we have a president who restores America's respect and leadership -- so we don't have to go it alone in the world.
And we need to rebuild our alliances, so we can get the terrorists before they get us.
I defended this country as a young man and I will defend it as President. Let there be no mistake: I will never hesitate to use force when it is required. Any attack will be met with a swift and certain response. I will never give any nation or international institution a veto over our national security. And I will build a stronger American military.
We will add 40,000 active duty troops – not in Iraq, but to strengthen American forces that are now overstretched, overextended, and under pressure. We will double our special forces to conduct anti-terrorist operations. We will provide our troops with the newest weapons and technology to save their lives – and win the battle. And we will end the backdoor draft of National Guard and reservists.
To all who serve in our armed forces today, I say, help is on the way.
As President, I will fight a smarter, more effective war on terror. We will deploy every tool in our arsenal: our economic as well as our military might; our principles as well as our firepower.
In these dangerous days there is a right way and a wrong way to be strong. Strength is more than tough words. After decades of experience in national security, I know the reach of our power and I know the power of our ideals.
We need to make America once again a beacon in the world. We need to be looked up to and not just feared.
We need to lead a global effort against nuclear proliferation – to keep the most dangerous weapons in the world out of the most dangerous hands in the world.
We need a strong military and we need to lead strong alliances. And then, with confidence and determination, we will be able to tell the terrorists: You will lose and we will win. The future doesn't belong to fear; it belongs to freedom.
And the front lines of this battle are not just far away – they're right here on our shores, at our airports, and potentially in any town or city. Today, our national security begins with homeland security. The 9-11 Commission has given us a path to follow, endorsed by Democrats, Republicans, and the 9-11 families. As President, I will not evade or equivocate; I will immediately implement the recommendations of that commission. We shouldn't be letting ninety-five percent of container ships come into our ports without ever being physically inspected. We shouldn't be leaving our nuclear and chemical plants without enough protection. And we shouldn't be opening firehouses in Baghdad and closing them down in the United States of America.
And tonight, we have an important message for those who question the patriotism of Americans who offer a better direction for our country. Before wrapping themselves in the flag and shutting their eyes and ears to the truth, they should remember what America is really all about. They should remember the great idea of freedom for which so many have given their lives. Our purpose now is to reclaim democracy itself. We are here to affirm that when Americans stand up and speak their minds and say America can do better, that is not a challenge to patriotism; it is the heart and soul of patriotism.
You see that flag up there. We call her Old Glory. The stars and stripes forever. I fought under that flag, as did so many of you here and all across our country. That flag flew from the gun turret right behind my head. It was shot through and through and tattered, but it never ceased to wave in the wind. It draped the caskets of men I served with and friends I grew up with. For us, that flag is the most powerful symbol of who we are and what we believe in. Our strength. Our diversity. Our love of country. All that makes America both great and good.
That flag doesn't belong to any president. It doesn't belong to any ideology and it doesn't belong to any political party. It belongs to all the American people.
My fellow citizens, elections are about choices. And choices are about values. In the end, it's not just policies and programs that matter; the president who sits at that desk must be guided by principle.
For four years, we've heard a lot of talk about values. But values spoken without actions taken are just slogans. Values are not just words. They're what we live by. They're about the causes we champion and the people we fight for. And it is time for those who talk about family values to start valuing families.
You don't value families by kicking kids out of after school programs and taking cops off our streets, so that Enron can get another tax break.
We believe in the family value of caring for our children and protecting the neighborhoods where they walk and play.
And that is the choice in this election.
You don't value families by denying real prescription drug coverage to seniors, so big drug companies can get another windfall.
We believe in the family value expressed in one of the oldest Commandments: "Honor thy father and thy mother." As President, I will not privatize Social Security. I will not cut benefits. And together, we will make sure that senior citizens never have to cut their pills in half because they can't afford life-saving medicine.
And that is the choice in this election.
You don't value families if you force them to take up a collection to buy body armor for a son or daughter in the service, if you deny veterans health care, or if you tell middle class families to wait for a tax cut, so that the wealthiest among us can get even more.
We believe in the value of doing what's right for everyone in the American family.
And that is the choice in this election.
We believe that what matters most is not narrow appeals masquerading as values, but the shared values that show the true face of America. Not narrow appeals that divide us, but shared values that unite us. Family and faith. Hard work and responsibility. Opportunity for all – so that every child, every parent, every worker has an equal shot at living up to their God-given potential.
What does it mean in America today when Dave McCune, a steel worker I met in Canton, Ohio, saw his job sent overseas and the equipment in his factory literally unbolted, crated up, and shipped thousands of miles away along with that job? What does it mean when workers I've met had to train their foreign replacements?
America can do better. So tonight we say: help is on the way.
What does it mean when Mary Ann Knowles, a woman with breast cancer I met in New Hampshire, had to keep working day after day right through her chemotherapy, no matter how sick she felt, because she was terrified of losing her family's health insurance.
America can do better. And help is on the way.
What does it mean when Deborah Kromins from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania works and saves all her life only to find out that her pension has disappeared into thin air – and the executive who looted it has bailed out on a golden parachute?
America can do better. And help is on the way.
What does it mean when twenty five percent of the children in Harlem have asthma because of air pollution?
America can do better. And help is on the way.
What does it mean when people are huddled in blankets in the cold, sleeping in Lafayette Park on the doorstep of the White House itself – and the number of families living in poverty has risen by three million in the last four years?
America can do better. And help is on the way.
And so we come here tonight to ask: Where is the conscience of our country?
I'll tell you where it is: it's in rural and small town America; it's in urban neighborhoods and suburban main streets; it's alive in the people I've met in every part of this land. It's bursting in the hearts of Americans who are determined to give our country back its values and its truth.
We value jobs that pay you more not less than you earned before. We value jobs where, when you put in a week's work, you can actually pay your bills, provide for your children, and lift up the quality of your life. We value an America where the middle class is not being squeezed, but doing better.
So here is our economic plan to build a stronger America:
First, new incentives to revitalize manufacturing.
Second, investment in technology and innovation that will create the good-paying jobs of the future.
Third, close the tax loopholes that reward companies for shipping our jobs overseas. Instead, we will reward companies that create and keep good paying jobs where they belong – in the good old U.S.A.
We value an America that exports products, not jobs – and we believe American workers should never have to subsidize the loss of their own job.
Next, we will trade and compete in the world. But our plan calls for a fair playing field – because if you give the American worker a fair playing field, there's nobody in the world the American worker can't compete against.
And we're going to return to fiscal responsibility because it is the foundation of our economic strength. Our plan will cut the deficit in half in four years by ending tax giveaways that are nothing more than corporate welfare – and will make government live by the rule that every family has to follow: pay as you go.
And let me tell you what we won't do: we won't raise taxes on the middle class. You've heard a lot of false charges about this in recent months. So let me say straight out what I will do as President: I will cut middle class taxes. I will reduce the tax burden on small business. And I will roll back the tax cuts for the wealthiest individuals who make over $200,000 a year, so we can invest in job creation, health care and education.
Our education plan for a stronger America sets high standards and demands accountability from parents, teachers, and schools. It provides for smaller class sizes and treats teachers like the professionals they are. And it gives a tax credit to families for each and every year of college.
When I was a prosecutor, I met young kids who were in trouble, abandoned by adults. And as President, I am determined that we stop being a nation content to spend $50,000 a year to keep a young person in prison for the rest of their life – when we could invest $10,000 to give them Head Start, Early Start, Smart Start, the best possible start in life.
And we value health care that's affordable and accessible for all Americans.
Since 2000, four million people have lost their health insurance. Millions more are struggling to afford it.
You know what's happening. Your premiums, your co-payments, your deductibles have all gone through the roof.
Our health care plan for a stronger America cracks down on the waste, greed, and abuse in our health care system and will save families up to $1,000 a year on their premiums. You'll get to pick your own doctor – and patients and doctors, not insurance company bureaucrats, will make medical decisions. Under our plan, Medicare will negotiate lower drug prices for seniors. And all Americans will be able to buy less expensive prescription drugs from countries like Canada.
The story of people struggling for health care is the story of so many Americans. But you know what, it's not the story of senators and members of Congress. Because we give ourselves great health care and you get the bill. Well, I'm here to say, your family's health care is just as important as any politician's in Washington, D.C.
And when I'm President, America will stop being the only advanced nation in the world which fails to understand that health care is not a privilege for the wealthy, the connected, and the elected – it is a right for all Americans.
We value an America that controls its own destiny because it's finally and forever independent of Mideast oil. What does it mean for our economy and our national security when we only have three percent of the world's oil reserves, yet we rely on foreign countries for fifty-three percent of what we consume?
I want an America that relies on its own ingenuity and innovation – not the Saudi royal family.
And our energy plan for a stronger America will invest in new technologies and alternative fuels and the cars of the future -- so that no young American in uniform will ever be held hostage to our dependence on oil from the Middle East.
I've told you about our plans for the economy, for education, for health care, for energy independence. I want you to know more about them. So now I'm going to say something that Franklin Roosevelt could never have said in his acceptance speech: go to johnkerry.com.
I want to address these next words directly to President George W. Bush: In the weeks ahead, let's be optimists, not just opponents. Let's build unity in the American family, not angry division. Let's honor this nation's diversity; let's respect one another; and let's never misuse for political purposes the most precious document in American history, the Constitution of the United States.
My friends, the high road may be harder, but it leads to a better place. And that's why Republicans and Democrats must make this election a contest of big ideas, not small-minded attacks. This is our time to reject the kind of politics calculated to divide race from race, group from group, region from region. Maybe some just see us divided into red states and blue states, but I see us as one America – red, white, and blue. And when I am President, the government I lead will enlist people of talent, Republicans as well as Democrats, to find the common ground – so that no one who has something to contribute will be left on the sidelines.
And let me say it plainly: in that cause, and in this campaign, we welcome people of faith. America is not us and them. I think of what Ron Reagan said of his father a few weeks ago, and I want to say this to you tonight: I don't wear my own faith on my sleeve. But faith has given me values and hope to live by, from Vietnam to this day, from Sunday to Sunday. I don't want to claim that God is on our side. As Abraham Lincoln told us, I want to pray humbly that we are on God's side. And whatever our faith, one belief should bind us all: The measure of our character is our willingness to give of ourselves for others and for our country.
These aren't Democratic values. These aren't Republican values. They're American values. We believe in them. They're who we are. And if we honor them, if we believe in ourselves, we can build an America that's stronger at home and respected in the world.
So much promise stretches before us. Americans have always reached for the impossible, looked to the next horizon, and asked: What if?
Two young bicycle mechanics from Dayton asked what if this airplane could take off at Kitty Hawk? It did that and changed the world forever. A young president asked what if we could go to the moon in ten years? And now we're exploring the solar system and the stars themselves. A young generation of entrepreneurs asked, what if we could take all the information in a library and put it on a little chip the size of a fingernail? We did and that too changed the world forever.
And now it's our time to ask: What if?
What if we find a breakthrough to cure Parkinson's, diabetes, Alzheimer's and AIDS? What if we have a president who believes in science, so we can unleash the wonders of discovery like stem cell research to treat illness and save millions of lives?
What if we do what adults should do – and make sure all our children are safe in the afternoons after school? And what if we have a leadership that's as good as the American dream – so that bigotry and hatred never again steal the hope and future of any American?
I learned a lot about these values on that gunboat patrolling the Mekong Delta with young Americans who came from places as different as Iowa and Oregon, Arkansas, Florida and California. No one cared where we went to school. No one cared about our race or our backgrounds. We were literally all in the same boat. We looked out, one for the other – and we still do.
That is the kind of America I will lead as President – an America where we are all in the same boat.
Never has there been a more urgent moment for Americans to step up and define ourselves. I will work my heart out. But, my fellow citizens, the outcome is in your hands more than mine.
It is time to reach for the next dream. It is time to look to the next horizon. For America, the hope is there. The sun is rising. Our best days are still to come.
Goodnight, God bless you, and God bless America.




President Bush’s Acceptance speech at the Republican National Convention:
Mr. Chairman, delegates, fellow citizens: I am honored by your support, and I accept your nomination for President of the United States.When I said those words four years ago, none of us could have envisioned what these years would bring. In the heart of this great city, we saw tragedy arrive on a quiet morning. We saw the bravery of rescuers grow with danger. We learned of passengers on a doomed plane who died with a courage that frightened their killers. We have seen a shaken economy rise to its feet. And we have seen Americans in uniform storming mountain strongholds, and charging through sandstorms, and liberating millions, with acts of valor that would make the men of Normandy proud.Since 2001, Americans have been given hills to climb, and found the strength to climb them. Now, because we have made the hard journey, we can see the valley below. Now, because we have faced challenges with resolve, we have historic goals within our reach, and greatness in our future. We will build a safer world and a more hopeful America and nothing will hold us back.In the work we have done, and the work we will do, I am fortunate to have a superb Vice President. I have counted on Dick Cheney's calm and steady judgment in difficult days, and I am honored to have him at my side.I am grateful to share my walk in life with Laura Bush. Americans have come to see the goodness and kindness and strength I first saw 26 years ago, and we love our First Lady.I am a fortunate father of two spirited, intelligent, and lovely young women. I am blessed with a sister and brothers who are also my closest friends. And I will always be the proud and grateful son of George and Barbara Bush.My father served eight years at the side of another great American Ronald Reagan. His spirit of optimism and goodwill and decency are in this hall, and in our hearts, and will always define our party.Two months from today, voters will make a choice based on the records we have built, the convictions we hold, and the vision that guides us forward. A presidential election is a contest for the future. Tonight I will tell you where I stand, what I believe, and where I will lead this country in the next four years.I believe every child can learn, and every school must teach so we passed the most important federal education reform in history. Because we acted, children are making sustained progress in reading and math, America's schools are getting better, and nothing will hold us back.I believe we have a moral responsibility to honor America's seniors so I brought Republicans and Democrats together to strengthen Medicare. Now seniors are getting immediate help buying medicine. Soon every senior will be able to get prescription drug coverage, and nothing will hold us back.I believe in the energy and innovative spirit of America's workers, entrepreneurs, farmers, and ranchers so we unleashed that energy with the largest tax relief in a generation. Because we acted, our economy is growing again, and creating jobs, and nothing will hold us back.I believe the most solemn duty of the American president is to protect the American people. If America shows uncertainty and weakness in this decade, the world will drift toward tragedy. This will not happen on my watch.I am running for President with a clear and positive plan to build a safer world, and a more hopeful America. I am running with a compassionate conservative philosophy: that government should help people improve their lives, not try to run their lives. I believe this Nation wants steady, consistent, principled leadership and that is why, with your help, we will win this election.The story of America is the story of expanding liberty: an ever-widening circle, constantly growing to reach further and include more. Our Nation's founding commitment is still our deepest commitment: In our world, and here at home, we will extend the frontiers of freedom.The times in which we live and work are changing dramatically. The workers of our parents' generation typically had one job, one skill, one career often with one company that provided health care and a pension. And most of those workers were men. Today, workers change jobs, even careers, many times during their lives, and in one of the most dramatic shifts our society has seen, two-thirds of all Moms also work outside the home.This changed world can be a time of great opportunity for all Americans to earn a better living, support your family, and have a rewarding career. And government must take your side. Many of our most fundamental systems the tax code, health coverage, pension plans, worker training were created for the world of yesterday, not tomorrow. We will transform these systems so that all citizens are equipped, prepared and thus truly free to make your own choices and pursue your own dreams.My plan begins with providing the security and opportunity of a growing economy. We now compete in a global market that provides new buyers for our goods, but new competition for our workers. To create more jobs in America, America must be the best place in the world to do business. To create jobs, my plan will encourage investment and expansion by restraining federal spending, reducing regulation, and making tax relief permanent. To create jobs, we will make our country less dependent on foreign sources of energy. To create jobs, we will expand trade and level the playing field to sell American goods and services across the globe. And we must protect small business owners and workers from the explosion of frivolous lawsuits that threaten jobs across America.Another drag on our economy is the current tax code, which is a complicated mess filled with special interest loopholes, saddling our people with more than six billion hours of paperwork and headache every year. The American people deserve and our economic future demands a simpler, fairer, pro-growth system. In a new term, I will lead a bipartisan effort to reform and simplify the federal tax code.Another priority in a new term will be to help workers take advantage of the expanding economy to find better, higher-paying jobs. In this time of change, many workers want to go back to school to learn different or higher-level skills. So we will double the number of people served by our principal job training program and increase funding for community colleges. I know that with the right skills, American workers can compete with anyone, anywhere in the world.In this time of change, opportunity in some communities is more distant than in others. To stand with workers in poor communities and those that have lost manufacturing, textile, and other jobs we will create American opportunity zones. In these areas, we'll provide tax relief and other incentives to attract new business, and improve housing and job training to bring hope and work throughout all of America.As I've traveled the country, I've met many workers and small business owners who have told me they are worried they cannot afford health care. More than half of the uninsured are small business employees and their families. In a new term, we must allow small firms to join together to purchase insurance at the discounts available to big companies. We will offer a tax credit to encourage small businesses and their employees to set up health savings accounts, and provide direct help for low-income Americans to purchase them. These accounts give workers the security of insurance against major illness, the opportunity to save tax-free for routine health expenses, and the freedom of knowing you can take your account with you whenever you change jobs. And we will provide low-income Americans with better access to health care: In a new term, I will ensure every poor county in America has a community or rural health center.As I have traveled our country, I have met too many good doctors, especially OB-GYNS, who are being forced out of practice because of the high cost of lawsuits. To make health care more affordable and accessible, we must pass medical liability reform now. And in all we do to improve health care in America, we will make sure that health decisions are made by doctors and patients, not by bureaucrats in Washington, DC.In this time of change, government must take the side of working families. In a new term, we will change outdated labor laws to offer comp-time and flex-time. Our laws should never stand in the way of a more family-friendly workplace.Another priority for a new term is to build an ownership society, because ownership brings security, and dignity, and independence.Thanks to our policies, homeownership in America is at an all-time high. Tonight we set a new goal: seven million more affordable homes in the next 10 years so more American families will be able to open the door and say welcome to my home.In an ownership society, more people will own their health plans, and have the confidence of owning a piece of their retirement. We will always keep the promise of Social Security for our older workers. With the huge Baby Boom generation approaching retirement, many of our children and grandchildren understandably worry whether Social Security will be there when they need it. We must strengthen Social Security by allowing younger workers to save some of their taxes in a personal account a nest egg you can call your own, and government can never take away.In all these proposals, we seek to provide not just a government program, but a path a path to greater opportunity, more freedom, and more control over your own life.This path begins with our youngest Americans. To build a more hopeful America, we must help our children reach as far as their vision and character can take them. Tonight, I remind every parent and every teacher, I say to every child: No matter what your circumstance, no matter where you live your school will be the path to the promise of America.We are transforming our schools by raising standards and focusing on results. We are insisting on accountability, empowering parents and teachers, and making sure that local people are in charge of their schools. By testing every child, we are identifying those who need help and we're providing a record level of funding to get them that help. In northeast Georgia, Gainesville Elementary School is mostly Hispanic and 90 percent poor and this year 90 percent of its students passed state tests in reading and math. The principal expresses the philosophy of his school this way: "We don't focus on what we can't do at this school; we focus on what we can do; we do whatever it takes to get kids across the finish line." This principal is challenging the soft bigotry of low expectations, and that is the spirit of our education reform, and the commitment of ourcountry: No dejaremos a ning n ni o atr s. We will leave no child behind.We are making progress and there is more to do. In this time of change, most new jobs are filled by people with at least two years of college, yet only about one in four students gets there. In our high schools, we will fund early intervention programs to help students at risk. We will place a new focus on math and science. As we make progress, we will require a rigorous exam before graduation. By raising performance in our high schools, and expanding Pell grants for low and middle income families, we will help more Americans start their career with a college diploma.America's children must also have a healthy start in life. In a new term, we will lead an aggressive effort to enroll millions of poor children who are eligible but not signed up for the government's health insurance programs. We will not allow a lack of attention, or information, to stand between these children and the health care they need.Anyone who wants more details on my agenda can find them online. The web address is not very imaginative, but it's easy to remember: GeorgeWBush.com.These changing times can be exciting times of expanded opportunity. And here, you face a choice. My opponent's policies are dramatically different from ours. Senator Kerry opposed Medicare reform and health savings accounts. After supporting my education reforms, he now wants to dilute them. He opposes legal and medical liability reform. He opposed reducing the marriage penalty, opposed doubling the child credit, and opposed lowering income taxes for all who pay them. To be fair, there are some things my opponent is for he's proposed more than two trillion dollars in new federal spending so far, and that's a lot, even for a senator from Massachusetts. To pay for that spending, he is running on a platform of increasing taxes and that's the kind of promise a politician usually keeps.His policies of tax and spend of expanding government rather than expanding opportunity are the policies of the past. We are on the path to the future and we are not turning back.In this world of change, some things do not change: the values we try to live by, the institutions that give our lives meaning and purpose. Our society rests on a foundation of responsibility and character and family commitment.Because family and work are sources of stability and dignity, I support welfare reform that strengthens family and requires work. Because a caring society will value its weakest members, we must make a place for the unborn child. Because religious charities provide a safety net of mercy and compassion, our government must never discriminate against them. Because the union of a man and woman deserves an honored place in our society, I support the protection of marriage against activist judges. And I will continue to appoint federal judges who know the difference between personal opinion and the strict interpretation of the law.My opponent recently announced that he is the candidate of "conservative values," which must have come as a surprise to a lot of his supporters. Now, there are some problems with this claim. If you say the heart and soul of America is found in Hollywood, I'm afraid you are not the candidate of conservative values. If you voted against the bipartisan Defense of Marriage Act, which President Clinton signed, you are not the candidate of conservative values. If you gave a speech, as my opponent did, calling the Reagan presidency eight years of "moral darkness," then you may be a lot of things, but the candidate of conservative values is not one of them.This election will also determine how America responds to the continuing danger of terrorism and you know where I stand. Three days after September 11th, I stood where Americans died, in the ruins of the Twin Towers. Workers in hard hats were shouting to me, "Whatever it takes." A fellow grabbed me by the arm and he said, "Do not let me down." Since that day, I wake up every morning thinking about how to better protect our country. I will never relent in defending America whatever it takes.So we have fought the terrorists across the earth not for pride, not for power, but because the lives of our citizens are at stake. Our strategy is clear. We have tripled funding for homeland security and trained half a million first responders, because we are determined to protect our homeland. We are transforming our military and reforming and strengthening our intelligence services. We are staying on the offensive striking terrorists abroad so we do not have to face them here at home. And we are working to advance liberty in the broader Middle East, because freedom will bring a future of hope, and the peace we all want. And we will prevail.Our strategy is succeeding. Four years ago, Afghanistan was the home base of al-Qaida, Pakistan was a transit point for terrorist groups, Saudi Arabia was fertile ground for terrorist fundraising, Libya was secretly pursuing nuclear weapons, Iraq was a gathering threat, and al-Qaida was largely unchallenged as it planned attacks. Today, the government of a free Afghanistan is fighting terror, Pakistan is capturing terrorist leaders, Saudi Arabia is making raids and arrests, Libya is dismantling its weapons programs, the army of a free Iraq is fighting for freedom, and more than three-quarters of al-Qaida's key members and associates have been detained or killed. We have led, many have joined, and America and the world are safer.This progress involved careful diplomacy, clear moral purpose, and some tough decisions. And the toughest came on Iraq. We knew Saddam Hussein's record of aggression and support for terror. We knew his long history of pursuing, even using, weapons of mass destruction. And we know that September 11th requires our country to think differently: We must, and we will, confront threats to America before it is too late.In Saddam Hussein, we saw a threat. Members of both political parties, including my opponent and his running mate, saw the threat, and voted to authorize the use of force. We went to the United Nations Security Council, which passed a unanimous resolution demanding the dictator disarm, or face serious consequences. Leaders in the Middle East urged him to comply. After more than a decade of diplomacy, we gave Saddam Hussein another chance, a final chance, to meet his responsibilities to the civilized world. He again refused, and I faced the kind of decision that comes only to the Oval Office a decision no president would ask for, but must be prepared to make. Do I forget the lessons of September 11th and take the word of a madman, or do I take action to defend our country? Faced with that choice, I will defend America every time.Because we acted to defend our country, the murderous regimes of Saddam Hussein and the Taliban are history, more than 50 million people have been liberated, and democracy is coming to the broader Middle East. In Afghanistan, terrorists have done everything they can to intimidate people yet more than 10 million citizens have registered to vote in the October presidential election a resounding endorsement of democracy. Despite ongoing acts of violence, Iraq now has a strong Prime Minister, a national council, and national elections are scheduled for January. Our Nation is standing with the people of Afghanistan and Iraq, because when America gives its word, America must keep its word. As importantly, we are serving a vital and historic cause that will make our country safer. Free societies in the Middle East will be hopeful societies, which no longer feed resentments and breed violence for export. Free governments in the Middle East will fight terrorists instead of harboring them, and that helps us keep the peace. So our mission in Afghanistan and Iraq is clear: We will help new leaders to train their armies, and move toward elections, and get on the path of stability and democracy as quickly as possible. And then our troops will return home with the honor they have earned.Our troops know the historic importance of our work. One Army Specialist wrote home: "We are transforming a once sick society into a hopeful place The various terrorist enemies we are facing in Iraq," he continued, "are really aiming at you back in the United States. This is a test of will for our country. We soldiers of yours are doing great and scoring victories in confronting the evil terrorists."That young man is right our men and women in uniform are doing a superb job for America. Tonight I want to speak to all of them and to their families: You are involved in a struggle of historic proportion. Because of your service and sacrifice, we are defeating the terrorists where they live and plan, and making America safer. Because of you, women in Afghanistan are no longer shot in a sports stadium. Because of you, the people of Iraq no longer fear being executed and left in mass graves. Because of you, the world is more just and will be more peaceful. We owe you our thanks, and we owe you something more. We will give you all the resources, all the tools, and all the support you need for victory.Again, my opponent and I have different approaches. I proposed, and the Congress overwhelmingly passed, 87 billion dollars in funding needed by our troops doing battle in Afghanistan and Iraq. My opponent and his running mate voted against this money for bullets, and fuel, and vehicles, and body armor. When asked to explain his vote, the Senator said, "I actually did vote for the 87 billion dollars before I voted against it." Then he said he was "proud" of that vote. Then, when pressed, he said it was a "complicated" matter. There is nothing complicated about supporting our troops in combat.Our allies also know the historic importance of our work. About 40 nations stand beside us in Afghanistan, and some 30 in Iraq. And I deeply appreciate the courage and wise counsel of leaders like Prime Minister Howard, and President Kwasniewski, and Prime Minister Berlusconi and, of course, Prime Minister Tony Blair.Again, my opponent takes a different approach. In the midst of war, he has called America's allies, quote, a "coalition of the coerced and the bribed." That would be nations like Great Britain, Poland, Italy, Japan, the Netherlands, Denmark, El Salvador, Australia, and others allies that deserve the respect of all Americans, not the scorn of a politician. I respect every soldier, from every country, who serves beside us in the hard work of history. America is grateful, and America will not forget.The people we have freed won't forget either. Not long ago, seven Iraqi men came to see me in the Oval Office. They had "X"s branded into their foreheads, and their right hands had been cut off, by Saddam Hussein's secret police, the sadistic punishment for imaginary crimes. During our emotional visit one of the Iraqi men used his new prosthetic hand to slowly write out, in Arabic, a prayer for God to bless America. I am proud that our country remains the hope of the oppressed, and the greatest force for good on this earth.Others understand the historic importance of our work. The terrorists know. They know that a vibrant, successful democracy at the heart of the Middle East will discredit their radical ideology of hate. They know that men and women with hope, and purpose, and dignity do not strap bombs on their bodies and kill the innocent. The terrorists are fighting freedom with all their cunning and cruelty because freedom is their greatest fear and they should be afraid, because freedom is on the march.I believe in the transformational power of liberty: The wisest use of American strength is to advance freedom. As the citizens of Afghanistan and Iraq seize the moment, their example will send a message of hope throughout a vital region. Palestinians will hear the message that democracy and reform are within their reach, and so is peace with our good friend Israel. Young women across the Middle East will hear the message that their day of equality and justice is coming. Young men will hear the message that national progress and dignity are found in liberty, not tyranny and terror. Reformers, and political prisoners, and exiles will hear the message that their dream of freedom cannot be denied forever. And as freedom advances heart by heart, and nation by nation America will be more secure and the world more peaceful.America has done this kind of work before and there have always been doubters. In 1946, 18 months after the fall of Berlin to allied forces, a journalist wrote in the New York Times, "Germany is a land in an acute stage of economic, political and moral crisis. [European] capitals are frightened. In every [military] headquarters, one meets alarmed officials doing their utmost to deal with the consequences of the occupation policy that they admit has failed." End quote. Maybe that same person's still around, writing editorials. Fortunately, we had a resolute president named Truman, who with the American people persevered, knowing that a new democracy at the center of Europe would lead to stability and peace. And because that generation of Americans held firm in the cause of liberty, we live in a better and safer world today.The progress we and our friends and allies seek in the broader Middle East will not come easily, or all at once. Yet Americans, of all people, should never be surprised by the power of liberty to transform lives and nations. That power brought settlers on perilous journeys, inspired colonies to rebellion, ended the sin of slavery, and set our Nation against the tyrannies of the 20th century. We were honored to aid the rise of democracy in Germany and Japan and Nicaragua and Central Europe and the Baltics and that noble story goes on. I believe that America is called to lead the cause of freedom in a new century. I believe that millions in the Middle East plead in silence for their liberty. I believe that given the chance, they will embrace the most honorable form of government ever devised by man. I believe all these things because freedom is not America's gift to the world, it is the Almighty God's gift to every man and woman in this world.This moment in the life of our country will be remembered. Generations will know if we kept our faith and kept our word. Generations will know if we seized this moment, and used it to build a future of safety and peace. The freedom of many, and the future security of our Nation, now depend on us. And tonight, my fellow Americans, I ask you to stand with me.In the last four years, you and I have come to know each other. Even when we don't agree, at least you know what I believe and where I stand. You may have noticed I have a few flaws, too. People sometimes have to correct my English I knew I had a problem when Arnold Schwarzenegger started doing it. Some folks look at me and see a certain swagger, which in Texas is called "walking." Now and then I come across as a little too blunt and for that we can all thank the white-haired lady sitting right up there.One thing I have learned about the presidency is that whatever shortcomings you have, people are going to notice them and whatever strengths you have, you're going to need them. These four years have brought moments I could not foresee and will not forget. I have tried to comfort Americans who lost the most on September 11th people who showed me a picture or told me a story, so I would know how much was taken from them. I have learned first-hand that ordering Americans into battle is the hardest decision, even when it is right. I have returned the salute of wounded soldiers, some with a very tough road ahead, who say they were just doing their job. I've held the children of the fallen, who are told their dad or mom is a hero, but would rather just have their dad or mom.And I have met with parents and wives and husbands who have received a folded flag, and said a final goodbye to a soldier they loved. I am awed that so many have used those meetings to say that I am in their prayers to offer encouragement to me. Where does strength like that come from? How can people so burdened with sorrow also feel such pride? It is because they know their loved one was last seen doing good. Because they know that liberty was precious to the one they lost. And in those military families, I have seen the character of a great nation: decent, and idealistic, and strong.The world saw that spirit three miles from here, when the people of this city faced peril together, and lifted a flag over the ruins, and defied the enemy with their courage. My fellow Americans, for as long as our country stands, people will look to the resurrection of New York City and they will say: Here buildings fell, and here a nation rose.We see America's character in our military, which finds a way or makes one. We see it in our veterans, who are supporting military families in their days of worry. We see it in our young people, who have found heroes once again. We see that character in workers and entrepreneurs, who are renewing our economy with their effort and optimism. And all of this has confirmed one belief beyond doubt: Having come this far, our tested and confident Nation can achieve anything.To everything we know there is a season a time for sadness, a time for struggle, a time for rebuilding. And now we have reached a time for hope. This young century will be liberty's century. By promoting liberty abroad, we will build a safer world. By encouraging liberty at home, we will build a more hopeful America. Like generations before us, we have a calling from beyond the stars to stand for freedom. This is the everlasting dream of America and tonight, in this place, that dream is renewed. Now we go forward grateful for our freedom, faithful to our cause, and confident in the future of the greatest nation on earth.God bless you, and may God continue to bless America.