Friday, October 26, 2018
Audrey, Violet, the dogs, and I have been taking some nice walks lately. We went directly from the heat of summer to very chilly days. My phone takes awful photos but, I love this picture of Violet. She's using her new walking skills and is carrying a bouquet of grass.
It's a pretty good year for the bittersweet. We pick very little and leave plenty on the vines so they will keep growing. We spotted a sweet, little nest in one roadside hedge.
Friday, October 12, 2018
This weekend marked the first meeting of the reactivated 551st Association and we were invited to Fort Benning to reacquaint or become newly acquainted with the other members and to see where many of our fathers and grandfathers trained in 1943-44. The Airborne School is still located here and we were treated to a tour of the grounds, a chance to watch the graduates make their final jumps for graduation, and lunch in the mess hall, which was excellent by the way. (Steve even had a lobster tail.)
It took a little finagling to actually get to Georgia and Alabama with Hurricane Michael showing up when it did. Many of us had to rearrange our travel in order to skirt around the hurricane or try to get ahead of it. One family drove right through it. As Michelle Dillard said, "You can''t keep a GOYA bird down!". Yes, our fathers did instill a bit of toughness into our spirits.
So far, the highlight of the weekend was gathering at the drop zone field and watching paratroopers make one of their five mandatory jumps for graduation. They dropped from the plane at about 1200 feet with chutes immediately opening in front of a brilliant, blue sky. The plane made three passes and dropped about thirty paratroopers with each pass. The parachutes floated down so peacefully, they reminded me of dandelion seeds drifting on a breeze. My romantic vision was dispelled by someone reminding us that each parachute basically held a well trained killing machine. Well... yes. By the way, I definitely saw at least one female in there and I was impressed.
After jumping, the soldiers are required to run back to the gathering spot. At one point, I glimpsed a soldier running with his head down and it reminded me exactly of my dad. He had a habit of jogging from point A to point B. For example, he would run to the mailbox or run up the road when he'd catch a ride home from work. Sometimes I run to my mailbox or out to the compost pile in memory of my dad. I think it was one of his small ways of staying fit.
|Today we saw about 100 paratroopers jump. Imagine almost 900 dropping at once as pictured here.|
For those who wish to know more about the 551 PIB, a new website is under construction and I'll share that when it's up and running. Memberships will be available at varying levels along with a newsletter and various items for purchase. A new printing of, "The Left Corner of My Heart" by Dan Morgan is also available and folks will no longer have to hunt down a copy on ebay for $600! I also highly recommend Gergory Orfalea's book, "Messengers of the Lost Battalion".
We are dedicated and honored to keep these brave soldiers' memories alive after history almost erased their battalion from the records. They were a battalion of elite trained soldiers who some called misfits and whom no one thought would ever succeed a mission. They in fact succeeded in every way, sacrificing their lives to the end.
|A C-47. There's a jump tower in the background. The train cars that the plane is shown pulling represent how many gliders the plane towed.|