Fledgling flights...

Every year swifts nest under a front eave, having at least two fluffy mouths to feed. Which is good to hold the bug population down as their parents fly trying to get them fed. But sooner than later the fluff is picked off and kicked out, and real feathers show. Then the fledglings come out and stand on the edge of the roof asking for food, and somewhere along that time the parents have had it and do demonstration flights and aerial dances to get the young'ns to follow, or just flutter. Then I start to laugh, for the young'ns will fall off the edge and flutter and flop to the ground, and then flutter harder and fly, kind of, back to the safety of the roof.

But they really aren't flying yet, except they are moving through the air. They are stumbling around like a drunken sailor or that almost toddler in diapers, no control over wings and four forces of flight - shucks they can't count that high yet. Too early, too soon, they will have to get much better before they can catch food in flight, much. Still, they do strengthen, smooth out their landings, learn how to make quick twists in flight. Now if the neighbors cat doesn't creep up on them they might make it.

I finished The Boys in the Boat,


                           
Great read, more for me because I row to nowhere in the YMCA, but mostly for the perspective of the people living in the depression, and just hard life, and what was needed to beat the Supermen of Germany on their home waters in 1936. Very interesting.

So after watching Munich last evening I stuck Seabiscuit in to the DVD player and watched the story unfold, again - how against the odds, good sense - the best won. But only because they believed and worked hard. Don't really see that lesson on the media now.

Just like the fledglings, flap those wings furiously until they tire and you get efficient. Then learn to soar.

Back to me, since I can't control the borders... or the boarders.

Repel all boarders! Avast, me hearties,    .....where is Long John Silver when one needs him?

I wake to the whine of NPR, didn't hit the correct buttons on the radio last night - no telling what subliminal messages I have to ignore the remainder of the day. Saturday, after five days of good hardly a workout at the YMCA, I feel like a break is due. No, I will go later and sweat, I am so old and fat and falling totally into pieces. I must go. But I should have fun along my way, the lawn needs trimmed today, I have at least one rifle to shoot and I want to try that 100 yard KD AQT. I do believe in hands on experience - theory is fine to start the mental images, but I read way to much fantasy and fiction to not know I need to have done it badly at least.

I got a green laser to mount on my dummy rifle for training, actually I received two, one puts out a multi-point pattern (?) and the other a very nice dot. The dot is the one I will work to make happen. Then the red laser goes to back up utility. I don't have cats to chase the dot around, maybe I could distract the neighbor's cat?

I have a computer cave that needs more organization, and I need to quit drinking so much brandy.... no, I don't drink that much (first step in knowing there is a problem is the denial?). So I pack the YMCA bag, pick up one rifle - one, NO,
not two, I will take two to Idaho, just in case. But then I don't have to take all the Appleseed gear, just my support my shooting gear. Hooded sweatshirt today, it is in the fifties and rainsome and somewhere. Top of Mount Rainier is covered.

So, since you did stop by to look, have a wonderful weekend, Army birthday, Flag day, and Father's Day on Sunday. Go shooting, safely and well.  The church is having a Golf Tournament this morning, seventy-five dollars - I told the Pastor that I could get a spot on the range much cheaper and would have more fun, but he always looks at me funny when I mention shooting. My son might be golfing, it would look good on him - he isn't a total klutz. How do I know the sport isn't for Earl? Well, if a ball is used that is where I can sit and watch. I would play rugby (when I was much younger) but never handle the ball, except to pass it back to someone that wouldn't drop it.

Since the President and Congress have surrendered to the invasion...

I mean, when Syrians want to be refugees in Turkey, they get tent city, international aid and surrounded by Turkish soldiers that will kill them if need be. It wasn't that long ago 'Ottoman' wasn't a piece of furniture.

But I think the turmoil in Central America, and Mexico, is easily cured. Just teach the refugees how to speak English, study HISTORY, economics, civics and get a fine education in revolutionary tactics, and send them back better prepared than the Bay of Pigs.

I understand not wanting to grant amnesty for breaking the law. Issue them a permanent, or temporary labor card. No citizenship. They already have a country they are afraid to go back to... no reason to allow them to stay here forever cringing every time the government picks on them, like it picks on us. Don't worry about them ever voting, there are enough dead voters and crooked election officials. That is how they play the game, they being the respective political parties, living in fear of losing their power. That was King George the Third's problem - he wasn't loved enough, respected by those far, far away and was sure there was Historical precedent for Kings losing the throne, or even their head.

Personally, if I had enough time left, I would seriously study Spanish to gain a command of the language. Then I would prepare to exploit the Latin American nations, one filibuster at a time. a person engaging in unauthorized warfare against a foreign country.

Sign up early, and sign up often...

Good morning, world. I listen to the ravens in the woods, opening my window for the fresh cool air, admiring the rich greens growing outback. I am back from an Appleseed shoot at Blue Lake Range in Stevenson, Washington. Nice group of ten shooters, one father observing and encouraging his son. One woman, two eleven year old boys, seven men of various ages and marksmanship levels. One of them had made a Rifleman score before and brought friends. He was also an EMT, so we were covered.

   I had driven three and a portion of one hours to be the shoot boss, the fellow in charge of making it happen. Actually, Kenjo had mentioned the shoot had no shoot boss signed up, so I had offered to wear that hat - it does still fit my head. Janer had signed up to learn and share more and get her progress check for IIT3, which she earned. TheSquirrelPatrol had forgotten to sign up, but since Kenjo put out another blanket email, his memory was jogged and he said to include him with the COI. So we had a great ratio for the twelve expected shooters. Two became no shows and we taught ten. The range can hold a few more but the brass would be bouncing back at the shooter instead of landing on their neighbor's bare skin.

   I had written the course of instruction (COI) assigning instructors and demonstrators for the first day, I intended to get the Redcoat target and two sighting square targets done before lunch - there is so much to teach that sometimes shooting is secondary. But we got the instruction out, fired fifty rounds on the two sighting squares and tightened up most of the groups. The boys had challenges, one shooting a single shot Rascal rifle - his size but the rear sight was off and he never hit paper. He couldn't close his right eye either. I tested his rifle, found it hitting six inches high, knocked the rear sight down, and had duct tape covering his right eye protection (safety glasses). He hits! Often learning marksmanship is conquering one problem at a time. The other boy had a very heavy adult size 10/22, heavy from the bull barrel and the scope. He was also smaller than the normal rifleman, he will grow into it, in about four or five years. His father was thinking of getting him one for his current size soon. Still, he took to shooting excellent groups and in the rifleman's cadence so he will do fine when he is big enough to carry the weight.

   Lunch in the shade, listening to the pre-1775 history, the First Strike of the Match and followed by the Second Strike of the Match. We know too much to tell it all, I had six Revolutionary War books with me, and I learned long ago that trying to stick every thing in your presentation isn't what the shooters need, what they need is enough to decide to find out more on their own. Let them connect the dots and explore. I mentioned Lexington was a village of seven hundred people and four hundred cows - no one asked how I knew.

   After lunch I used an AQT target for Ball and Dummy and then teaching the positions and steady hold factors, NPOA, and Rifleman's cadence. Not recorded for score, but to verify they were picking up the instruction. Then we fired and recorded two more AQTs at speed. Interesting results.  We then had the Third Strike of the Match and shot the final Redcoat of the day, improved so much from the morning one. Gave them a short benediction and the Seventh Step and cleaned up the range sending them to hot showers, food, lots of liquid and some solid sleep. Yes, I gave them a packet of homework to read and memorize before morning, but I know they would look at it later.

  The instructors gathered and talked about the day, the COI, the good things the bad things the way to improve, and gave out assignments for Sunday instruction. I stayed and camped on the range, talking to one father, who was camping there, too. He knew about the Iceland Solution. Interesting conversation but I needed water and sleep.

I  did get a beautiful view of the Big Dipper and the Milky Way, the night sky over the Columbia River was crystal clear and only tall trees limited the horizon.

Second Day, Redcoat, review, one sighting square target to confirm groups and sights, then two AQTs before lunch, Dangerous Old Men stories at lunch. I held the line boss while they were told. The lunch line boss is a lonely quiet time. Still it demonstrates to me that those fine rifles don't put holes in paper without a shooter attached. In the afternoon, we would shoot a known distance demonstration by moving the targets back to the hundred yard line. Showing the bullet drop from the 22LR and the rise from the center fire .223s, and the spread of the Minutes of Angle as the distance grows. We would also use the drop or rise to adjust the shooter's aiming point, doing the Rifleman's Dance. Moving back to the twenty-five meter line we fired one Peppermint drill for bursting the candy, some could and some couldn't. There were four more AQTs, and a Redcoat target.

Although the day was sunny and bright, the pace and heat started to take its toll and I could wrap the shoot up about an hour early. We honored our repeat Rifleman, and had a baptism for our new Rifleman, Gordon, who scored exactly 210 points We had one Rifleman, with three Appleseeds under his belt, volunteer to become an Instructor in Training (IIT) and gave Junior Patriot patches to the two young boys for doing so much with the adults, no complaints nor problems. One had all the math in public stuff down when I had given the IMC the day before. He was rocking.

Overall, I would do it again. And likely will, although the drive is long it reminds me of the early Appleseeds, that were smaller, friendly groups, more coaching than preaching. A great weekend for me, hope yours was, too.

D-Day, seventy years ago, remembering the trips to Normandy...

Talking to Mike at church fellowship last week, about how one has to teach the new soldiers to run through the machine gun fire, Mike's eyes got big. He had been taught that one can't do that, and I said you can's stay still and be anything but a target.Yesterday I watched Saving Private Ryan, have owned it for years but hadn't watched it ever. The big screen movie had been a solid lock in my mind. A powerful movie, and then I stayed for the credits and Mister Spielberg's comments after. Then I put Band of Brothers Part 2, Day of Days, on and watched as the paratroopers came in and tried to live through the drop.

The choice of movies had others clamoring for Longest Day, which I had read while young, I read all his books. But I will save it for today, it is too star studded but a great overall view of the span of the battle.

One of my cousins is on a honor tour of Normandy this week with his wife and other old folks.

I was stationed at Pinder Kaserne in Zirndorf, BRD from1978-1982, four years. One of the soldiers from that tour reminded me of where the name was earned. MOH John J. Pinder,

He died on his birthday, on D-Day, doing all he could to get communications established for the unit.

The same posting got more about Pinder, seems he played baseball and is considered by those that follow the game to have been one of many that would have made a difference. So Facebook makes a difference and does spread knowledge. And I know more about the day. Difficult to honor all those that served and died. While we had a large military presence in Europe, staff tours and studies relived all the battles.

Politicians posed and post and think about the effort. But like my American History teacher, that taught and coached the high school rifle team, took a trip to Gettysburg every summer. We have to connect, to honor and to grow into the best we can be during our time. And to ensure that our current politicians don't bend our admiration for the past into a very stupid future, where we have to do it all again.

So olde, I probably need a nap...

so I started today off missing one wife, and a bottle of milk.

No problem, pour last nights coffee on the rolled oats/raisins and nuke for two minutes, add one egg, and another minute. Eat with peach yogurt.

 Wife returns with milk and eggs and I go off to the YMCA. Told to buy beans and hot sausage at the Commissary on the way back. Did so. Only a light work out today, 5k rowing, 7.22 miles on bicycle machine, effort about an hour total.

Then off to range 15 at JBLM. To shoot of course. One redcoat target one AQT. Then back home to rest or finish lawn before Bible Study tonight. Life is so easy, something is going to be very bad soon.

Shot the target from largest to smallest.. I scored 200 rds of CCI 22LR by asking at the range. Keep asking, it is flowing slowly into the system.

So how would I address the graduates of the USAMA?

or how would you?

What is important that they know walking off as young new officers?

What must they be ready for?

What do you want them to report after having done their duty?

For sure the Command in Chief didn't cover my points.

It would be an interesting exercise to see how they would have written their graduation speech, or the one they want to deliver in thirty to forty years to another class.

Something to think about, we are talking about the nation's future and who we trust to hold it dear.