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CHILDREN OF THE GREATEST GENERATION


My dear friend Peter Forrest shared this walk down memory lane that I will share with anyone who might never believe the early life we had. This recap is just a teaser when compared with things I can remember growing up. I was born in 1930 and have memories far beyond the things listed as others still alive could also share. I hope every one of the 47 people currently in my families keep a copy of this article and remember the changes that that happened most will never believe. The hardest thing my family and friends will find hard to believe Is trying to remember me having any connection to a “Silent” anything. I hope this creates some interest and questions, especially by my army of grandchildren before the “FAT LADY SINGS”. If anyone knows who wrote this please advise me so I can give them credits. Clyde Brewer

Born in the 1930s and early 40s, we exist as a very special age cohort. We are the Silent Generation.

We are the smallest number of children born since the early 1900s.  We are the “last ones.”

We are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, who can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war which rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.

We are the last to remember ration books for everythingfrom gas to sugar to shoes to stoves.

We saved tin foil and poured fat into tin cans.

We saw cars up on blocks because tires weren’t available.

We can remember milk being delivered to our house early in the morning and placed in the milk box on the porch.

We are the last to see the gold stars in the front windows of our grieving neighbors whose sons died in the War.

We saw the ‘boys’ home from the war, build their little houses.

We are the last generation who spent childhood without television; instead, we imagined what we heard on the radio.

As we all like to brag, with no TV, we spent our childhood “playing outside” .

We did play outside, and we did play on our own.

There was no little league.

There was no city playground for kids.

The lack of television in our early years meant, for most of us, that we had little real understanding of what the world was like.

On Saturday afternoons, the movies, gave us newsreels of the war sandwiched in between westerns and cartoons.

Telephones were one to a house, often shared (party Lines)and hung on the wall.

Computers were called calculators, they only added and were hand cranked; typewriters were driven by pounding fingers, throwing the carriage, and changing the ribbon.

The internet and GOOGLE were words that did not exist.

Newspapers and magazines were written for adults and the news was broadcast on our table radio in the evening by Gabriel Heatter.

We are the last group who had to find out for ourselves.

As we grew up, the country was exploding with growth.

The G.I. Bill gave returning veterans the means to get an education and spurred colleges to grow.

VA loans fanned a housing boom.

Pent up demand coupled with new installment payment plans put factories to work.

New highways would bring jobs and mobility.

The veterans joined civic clubs and became active in politics.

The radio network expanded from 3 stations to thousands of stations

Our parents were suddenly free from the confines of the depression and the war, and they threw themselves into exploring opportunities they had never imagined.

We weren’t neglected, but we weren’t today’s all-consuming family focus.

They were glad we played by ourselves until the street lights came on.

They were busy discovering the post war world.

We entered a world of overflowing plenty and opportunity; a world where we were welcomed.

We enjoyed a luxury; we felt secure in our future.

Depression poverty was deep rooted.

Polio was still a crippler.

The Korean War was a dark presage in the early 50s and by mid-decade school children were ducking under desks for Air-Raid training.

Russia built the Iron Curtain and China became Red China ..

Eisenhower sent the first ‘advisers’ to Vietnam.

Castro set up camp in Cuba and Khrushchev came to power.

We are the last generation to experience an interlude when there were no threats to our homeland.

We came of age in the 40s and 50s.  The war was over and the cold war, terrorism, global warming , and  perpetual economic insecurity had yet to haunt life with unease.

Only our generation can remember both a time of great war, and a time when our world was secure and full of bright promise and plenty. We have lived through both.

We grew up at the best possible time, a time when the world was getting better. not worse.

We are the Silent Generation. (most of us possibly?) CB

“The Last Ones”

More than 99 % of us are either retired or deceased, and we feel privileged to have”lived in the best of times”!

ANON

A GREAT AMERICAN STORY

This story touched me deeply as I was a boy 15 years old when World War II ended with millions of boys dead. The impact was the driving force that led me to volunteer to enlist in the US Navy two later at 17 after graduating from high school. It is a shame we do not have mandatory basic military training for every boy and girl American, foreign students and illegals. They either make a man or a woman out of every child or designate them as a future problem. They also can pinpoint those who are ready for higher education or provide the others for the trades. Many will remain in the military as a career.

The Navy prepared me well for my future and made a man out of this boy professionally. I served during the Korean war but never faced combat. I am proud to be a veteran. My wife, Norma, had one Uncle killed on Iwo Jima and another Uncle lost both legs. Both were also just boys. I am posting this on my blog and hope my family keeps posting this again and again long after I my lifetime is over. My thanks to my friend Peter Forrest who shared this great story with me.    Clyde Brewer    

This read is long but worth the time. If you read it before it’s pretty good to read again. ( I have read it five times.  CB)

Each year I am hired to go to Washington, DC,  With the eighth grade class from Clinton, WI where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I Greatly enjoy visiting our nation’s Capital, and each year I take some Special memories back with me. This fall’s trip was especially Memorable.

On The last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima Memorial. This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and
Depicts one of the most famous photographs in history — that of the six Brave soldiers raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on The island of Iwo Jima, Japan, during WW II. Over One hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and headed Towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the Statue, and as I got closer he asked, ‘Where are you guys From?’

I Told him that we were from Wisconsin . ‘Hey, I’m a cheese head, too! Come gather around, Cheese heads, and I will Tell you a story.’

(It Was James Bradley who just happened to be in Washington , DC , to speak at The memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good Night to his dad, who had passed away. He was just about to leave when He saw the buses pull up. I videotaped him as he spoke to us, and Received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is One thing to tour the incredible monuments filled with history in Washington, DC, but it is Quite another to get the kind of insight we received that Night.)

When All had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. (Here are his Words that night..)

‘My Name is James Bradley and I’m from Antigo, Wisconsin My dad is on that statue, and I Wrote a book called ‘Flags of Our Fathers’. It is the story of the six Boys you see behind me.

‘Six Boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player. He enlisted in The Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team.. They Were off to play another type of game. A game called ‘War.’ But it Didn’t turn out to be a game. Harlon, at the age of 21, died with his Intestines in his hands. I don’t say that to gross you out, I say that Because there are people who stand in front of this statue and talk About the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in Iwo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years old – and it was so hard that the Ones who did make it home never even would talk to their families about It.

(He Pointed to the statue) ‘You see this next guy? That’s Rene Gagnon From New Hampshire If you took Rene’s helmet off at the moment this photo was taken and Looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph….a Photograph of his girlfriend Rene put that in there for protection Because he was scared. He was 18 years old. It was just boys who won the Battle of Iwo Jima . Boys. Not old Men.

‘The Next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called him the ‘old man’ because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mike would Motivate his boys in training camp, he didn’t say, ‘Let’s go kill some Japanese’ or ‘Let’s die for our country’ He knew he was talking to Little boys.. Instead he would say, ‘You do what I say, and I’ll get you Home to your mothers.’

‘The Last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian from Arizona . Ira Hayes was one of them who Lived to walk off Iwo Jima . He went into the White House With my dad. President Truman told him, ‘You’re a hero’ He told Reporters, ‘How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the Island with me and only 27 of us walked off Alive?’

So you take your class at school, 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only 27 of your classmates walk off alive. That was Ira Hayes. He had images of horror in his mind. Ira Hayes carried the pain home with him and eventually died dead drunk, face down, drowned in a very shallow puddle, at the age of 32 (ten years after this picture was taken).

‘The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from Hilltop, Kentucky . A fun-lovin’ hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70, told me, ‘Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn’t get down. Then we fed them Epsom salts. Those cows crapped all night.’ Yes, he was a fun-lovin’ hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19. When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his mother’s farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. Those neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away..

‘The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John Bradley, from Antigo, Wisconsin , where I was raised. My dad lived until 1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite’s producers or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say ‘No, I’m sorry, sir, my dad’s not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don’t know when he is coming back.’ My dad never fished or even went to Canada . Usually, he was sitting there right at the table eating his Campbell ‘s soup. But we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn’t want to talk to the press.

‘You see, like Ira Hayes, my dad didn’t see himself as a hero. Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, ’cause they are in a photo and on a monument. My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a combat caregiver. On Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died. And when boys died on Iwo Jima , they writhed and screamed, without any medication or help with the pain.

‘When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad was a hero. When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, ‘I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. Did NOT come back.’

‘So that’s the story about six nice young boys.. Three died on Iwo Jima , and three came back as national heroes. Overall, 7,000
boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end here. Thank you for your time.’

Suddenly, the monument wasn’t just a big old piece of metal with a flag sticking out of the top. It came to life before our eyes with the heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless.

One thing I learned while on tour with my 8th grade students in DC that is not mentioned here is . . that if you look at the statue very closely and count the number of ‘hands’ raising the flag, there are 13. When the man who made the statue was asked why there were 13, he simply said the13th hand was the hand of God.

Great story – worth your time – worth every American’s time. Please pass it on. ANON

NFL, YOU ARE LOSING THE GAME!

The old saying is, ”When you dig the hole too deep to climb out, stop digging”. This seems too technical for most of the NFL players. Surprisingly it also seems too confusing to a majority of the NFL franchise owners. Now the NFL Commissioner says keep kneeling today and he picked up the shovel again. So far the score is Trump and the Veterans 102, NFL 0 and the NFL is continuing to dig deeper.

These under educated millionaires could afford to pay an army of sympathizers to march on the White House, get Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton to organize another “Million Man March”, or hire Bill Ayres to attack another police station to get attention. They could all gather at the Liberty Bell, UN Headquarters, the Eiffel Tower, or atop Mt. Everest but bubba’s, don’t try the Alamo. There are two Texas NFL team owners who understand when there is a time to hold’em and a time to fold’um.

I noticed today that were groupe of both players and owners meeting in New York to develop new strategies. God bless them, they are still fighting. Even most high school dropouts fully understand when you have lost the fight you crawl back home to get bandages. It does not surprise me that these iron heads expect the public to join them in a battle to emancipate the blacks again for the umpteenth time. Most mature people who read the news understand that when you have 13% of the population you get favored by asking for help rather than demanding it.

Another fact is that there are likely a couple of million brave blacks that have died saving America from oppression during far too many wars. If they could see how today’s black athletes chose a losing reason to seek notoriety they would slap them around themselves. I served with some of the finest friends I ever had in the US military. Most of those that lost a leg, an arm or their life signed a contract just like I did at 17 to give up all of my rights just to serve our flag and the National Anthem. We did not get a signing bonus the first time around or a multi-million dollar contract. Although it was 70 years ago my salary was $38 a month, three meals a day, uniforms, shoes and a cot to sleep on.

I am proud of every day I served, I stand at attention when the flag is raised, often shed a tear when the Star Spangled Banner is played and cried every time I was on burial detail for a veteran of any color. My blood is red, white and blue and watching Donald Trump actually do something to force the VA to help our veterans has been a highlight of my golden years.

Why don’t you do something positive and attend a black veterans funeral once in your rich life. Watch the family tears. See them bury a good man who signed his rights away to serve and give you the rights to free speech. Learn that the Veterans of Foreign Wars, VFW, the Disabled American Veterans, DAV and the American Legion are dedicated to helping veterans and your donations will actually help the black ones too.

I feel fortunate that I was never in battle during my time during the Korean war. I lost some classmates and friends I shall never forget. They did not ask to die, want to die or plan to die but they did and it humbles me every day of my 87 years. I wear my red shirts thay Fuzz Palmer reminds me to wear every Friday, honoring all veterans. I have a favorite one that says,” I am not a hero, but I walked beside a few”.

You were all Americans at one time in your sorry life and equality will never happen until “YOU” help unite our country instead of dividing it wider. Be leaders instead of dividers and take your inner wars to another stage where the Flag and National Anthem may not scared. The NFL will never have me watch you play again as the owners allowed you to dishonor the flag and the Star Spangled Banner. Any other real American will join me in scrapping all professional sports if they continue to spit in the face of every veteran who served in the US Military with honor.

Lay down your shovels, wave the flag, stand during the National Anthem or hope you can make a living protesting  somewhere else. You started this battle and deserve to lose the war. You are truly an ungrateful bunch of morons to disrespect our flag and anthem. You have pissed off the President so hang onto your seat belt, your future rides will be scary.

C Brewer 10-10-7

LIFE, A STRANGE JOURNEY!

Watching all of the violence on the news in between, prior to and after two horrible hurricanes gave me time to deeply evaluate some of my own life. It is hard to believe I have watched this great country go from rags to riches then slowly chart a course to self destruction in my 87 years. Sadly I have family that is so focused on socializing America it would not surprise me if I saw some of my own grandchildren on TV involved in useless demonstrations and property destruction before I croak. I really hope not.

When I entered adulthood, at 16 in my case, few high school graduates had any opportunity to attend college. I was certain there was nothing anyone could teach me as I knew everything. I have written before that one of the smartest decisions I ever made was enlisting in the US Navy at 17. Looking back I was better prepared for my trip through life than most of my classmates who were later drafted and served in the Korean war. If every American boy and girl were required to serve after high school or reaching the age of 18 in a federal program things would be different. The program would last only ninety days and be designed to transition and prepare them for adult life. This would result in America not having the insurrection we see today.  

Unfortunately this will never happen as the leadership in America has slowly disappeared. Today we have leaders that survive with power instead of wisdom. Watching the leadership of the Republican party since the last election has been sickening. We now have a born successful leader willing to give up a life of luxury to try to save the country from itself. Sadly he has been abandoned by his own Republican party in accomplishing needed change by people who have elevated their status to elite untouchables.

I really hope I live to see Donald Trump introduce these bureaucratic has beens to unemployment with term limits that they believe the people will not support. If the people want America to return to prosperity they will throw these power sick millionaires out of Congress and soon.

Nothing President Trump has done so far has made Congress happy. The media bias and outright hate have caused most of the insurrection to date. Our Federal Courts have been stuffed with so many Socialists Judges we are having a stand off only the people can settle. Lifetime appointments for these “elites” has created chaos that must eventually be stopped. The Supreme Court is a perfect example of bias as simple things are decided by political reasons rather than the laws in force. Again the people have the power. The current President is challenged for trying to implement the changes he promised when we elected him. I pray that we the people stand behind the first leader we have elected since Ronald Reagan or Socialism will be alive again to doom our Republic.

I want to close this limited walk through life by giving you advice whether you are 16 or 60. Regardless of your desires, expectations, wishes or prayers your destiny was programmed to end your life cycle the day you are born. You only have one trip so please enjoy every year you have by being happy. Watching these young Americans and aliens destroy property, inflict injury on innocent others makes me want to throw up. Free speech is the cornerstone requirement for freedom regardless of any reason. These riots remind me of the youth in Germany that were the tool used by Hitler to brainwash an entire country to self destruction.

How do you feel about the future? I wish enough people would comment on this article to let me share your feelings with others in another article. I will continue to share my conservative position as long as I draw a breath before the fat lady sings. I may not have many people read my work but the ones who do have my promise to keep trying to help make a difference.                

C Brewer   9-15-17

WILL AMERICANS EVER STAND UP FOR AMERICA AGAIN?

My friend and often guest writer, Ron Jenkins, sent me the following history lesson and challenge. I have altered it to fit how my own grandfather, father and how I fit the basic outline. I did make some minor changes and I deeply admire the unknown author. This may have been around for some time but it is the first time it came my way.

This hit me as a wake up call for Americans to stop, think, revue what is happening and please help Trump make America great again. When you add up the Americans who died or were maimed defending our freedoms over the last 100 years it is staggering. Thanks Ron and everyone please share this with every American they know who might help. C Brewer

WHAT A MESSAGE!

My Grandfather watched as his friends died in WWI and WWII.              

My Father watched as his friends died in WWI, WWII and Korea.                               

I watched as my friends fought and died in WWII.

I served in the US Navy and watched as my friends died in Korea.

I watched as our friends died in Vietnam, I also watched my brother who served two tours and died at 55 because of the way the military was treated by other Americans when they came home.

I watched as our friends and their children both fought & died in Desert Storm.

I watched & waited while our friends & children fought and died in Iraq.     

None of them fought for or died for the Mexican Flag or any other foreign flag.          

Everyone fought for and died for the US flag.

In Texas, a student raised a Mexican flag on a school flag pole; another student took it down.

Guess who was expelled… The kid who took it down!!!

Kids in high school in California were sent home on Cinco de Mayo because they wore T-shirts with  the American flag printed on them.

Enough is enough!!!               

The message below needs to be viewed by every American;

And every American needs to stand up for America!!!

We’ve bent  over to appease the America-haters long enough.

I’m taking a stand, will you?

I’m standing up because the hundreds of thousands who died fighting in wars for this country, and for the U.S. Flag who can’t stand up.

And shame on anyone who tries to make this a racist message.            

Let me make this perfectly clear!!!

FELLOW AMERICANS THIS IS OUR COUNTRY!!!

And, my making these statements DOES NOT Mean I’m against immigration!!!

WE WELCOME NEWCOMERS TO OUR COUNTRY, IF THEY COME LEGALLY!

To come through legally, THEY MUST:  

  1.  Get a sponsor!
  2.  Get a place to lay your head!
  3.  Get a job!
  4. Live By OUR Rules!
  5. Pay YOUR Taxes!

AND

  1. Learn the  LANGUAGE like immigrants have in the past!!!

  AND

  1.  Please don’t demand that we hand over our lifetime Savings of Social Security Funds to you.             

                                                                              AMERICANS STOP giving away YOUR  RIGHTS ???

We’ve gone so far the other way.

We’ve bent over backwards not to offend anyone…

But it seems no one cares about the AMERICAN CITIZEN being offended!!!

WAKE UP AMERICANS                   ANON

AN AMERICAN VETERAN STORY!

My great friend, Dr. Peter Forrest sent me the following article. This brought back memories only a veteran could possibly understand. This took me back to the day I asked my parents to allow me to join the Navy Reserve at 17 in 1947. Just think, how many American boys have died serving in the military, especially when this boy decided to give it a try so soon after WWII was over shortly after I was 15. I have never shared all of this with anyone. 

My real desire was to continue learning as the opportunity to attend college was not possible for me and there were no jobs for kids. It was still difficult for the veterans of WWII to find jobs and any hope of a scholarship at that time was for the veterans as it should have been. My hope to fulfill my desire to serve on active duty was answered and I was sworn in on March 15, 1948. I will not bore you with the pride I had at that moment or the details of my service as I was not involved IN the war in Korea that started not too long after I enlisted. I served some 42 months on active duty before I finished my reserve enlistment and was Honorably discharged on August 30, 1952. This was the day before my 22nd birthday. 
The greatest thing the service did for me was to make a man out of a boy, and fast. If Americans really wanted to re-establish discipline, pride respect in their children they would support mandatory military training for every boy and girl at 18 whether they graduated high school or not. There would not be gangs and violence we see today and the prisons might not be full of young people. Please enjoy this wonderful story.     
                                         A great article…………….
This is a well written article about a father who put several of his kids through expensive colleges but one son wanted to be a Marine. Interesting observation by this dad.  See below.  A very interesting commentary that says a lot about our society, By Frank Schaeffer of the Washington Post.
Before my son became a Marine, I never thought much about who was defending me. Now when I read of the war on terrorism or the coming conflict in Iraq, it cuts to my heart. When I see a picture of a member of our military who has been killed, I read his or her name very carefully. Sometimes I cry.
In 1999, when the barrel-chested Marine recruiter showed up in dress blues and bedazzled my son John, I did not stand in the way. John was headstrong, and he seemed to understand these stern, clean men with straight backs and flawless uniforms. I did not. I live in the Volvo-driving, higher education-worshiping North Shore of Boston. I write novels for a living. I have never served in the military.
It had been hard enough sending my two older children off to Georgetown and New York University. John’s enlisting was unexpected, so deeply unsettling. I did not relish the prospect of answering the question, “So where is John going to college?” from the parents who were itching to tell me all about how their son or daughter was going to Harvard. At the private high school John attended, no other students were going into the military.
“But aren’t the Marines terribly Southern?” asked one perplexed mother while standing next to me at the brunch following graduation. “What a waste, he was such a good student,” said another parent. One parent (a professor at a nearby and rather famous university) spoke up at a school meeting and suggested that the school should “ carefully evaluate what went wrong.”
When John graduated from three months of boot camp on Parris Island, 3000 parents and friends were on the parade deck stands. We parents and our Marines not only were of many races but also were representative of many economic classes. Many were poor. Some arrived crammed in the backs of pickups, others by bus. John told me that a lot of parents could not afford the trip.
We in the audience were white and Native American. We were Hispanic, Arab, and African American, and Asian. We were former Marines wearing the scars of battle, or at least baseball caps emblazoned with battles’ names. We were Southern whites from Nashville and skinheads from New Jersey, black kids from Cleveland wearing ghetto rags and white ex-cons with ham-hock forearms defaced by jailhouse tattoos. We would not have been mistaken for the educated and well-heeled parents gathered on the lawns of John’s private school a half-year before.
After graduation one new Marine told John, “Before I was a Marine, if I had ever seen you on my block I would’ve probably killed you just because you were standing there.” This was a serious statement from one of John’s good friends, a black ex-gang member from Detroit who, as John said, “would die for me now, just like I’d die for him.
My son has connected me to my country in a way that I was too selfish and insular to experience before. I feel closer to the waitress at our local diner than to some of my oldest friends. She has two sons in the Corps. They are facing the same dangers as my boy. When the guy who fixes my car asks me how John is doing, I know he means it. His younger brother is in the Navy.
Why were I and the other parents at my son’s private school so surprised by his choice? During World War II, the sons and daughters of the most powerful and educated families did their bit. If the idea of the immorality of the Vietnam War was the only reason those lucky enough to go to college dodged the draft, why did we not encourage our children to volunteer for military service once that war was done?
Have we wealthy and educated Americans all become pacifists? Is the world a safe place? Or have we just gotten used to having somebody else defend us? What is the future of our democracy when the sons and daughters of the janitors at our elite universities are far more likely to be put in harm’s way than are any of the students whose dorms their parents clean?
I feel shame because it took my son’s joining the Marine Corps to make me take notice of who is defending me. I feel hope because perhaps my son is part of a future “greatest generation. “As the storm clouds of war gather, at least I know that I can look the men and women in uniform in the eye. My son is one of them. He is the best I have to offer. He is my heart.
“Faith is not about everything turning out OK; Faith is about being OK no matter how things turn out.”
I know that the candy-ass, spoiled youth of today that have majored in demonstrations, violence and ignoring our laws will never know how proud the dad in this story had to have been. I have no doubt that if America were attacked today like it was in 1941 we would never be able to defend ourselves with the cowards that ran to Canada to avoid the Vietnam War. My brother, Lt. Col. James Brewer, served 24 years in the Army and was heckled, booed and threatened after he served two tours in that war that was fought for the Democrats and the banks. We have a similar event in Afghanistan that is a waste of life and trillions of dollars that will never change the way these people desire to live their lives.
To the young marine in the story my message is “SEMPER FI”. I have a shirt that best expresses my feelings. On the front over my heart it says “Veteran”. On the back above an American Flag it says, “I AM NOT A HERO”, below the flag it says, “I HAVE WALKED BESIDE A FEW”. My brother died at 55, an unhappy warrior who’s country turned there back on. He and my friend John Booker are just two of those “HERO’s” who I have been proud to have walked beside.   
 
GOD SAVE AMERICA, the Demoncrats  will give up. Comments please.   C Brewer

AMERICAN’S WAKE UP!

My friend Don Dukes sent me this open letter that covers the way this old veteran and I feel sure most veterans of all colors agree with. Unfortunately we have so many veteran groups that our collective voice is seldom heard. It is a shame we suffer this organizational scatter and have one huge organization to represent our issues. I will write about this self-inflicted weakness separately and not dilute the attention away from this plea to wake up al real Americans to unite and stop our own government from dividing us into hate groups by stirring up minorities and aliens.

My being exactly what he has described as himself he has covered my feelings adequately. Read this plea for Americans to unite. I challenge you to make a list of what you disagree with and I will publish your comments unedited. C Brewer

I am the Democratic-Republican-Liberal-Progressive’s Worst Nightmare. I am a White, Conservative, Tax-Paying American, Gun Owning Veteran That’s me!

I believe in the freedom of religion, but I don’t push it on others.

I believe in American products and buy them whenever I can.

I believe the money I make belongs to me and not some liberal governmental functionary, Democrat or Republican, that wants to share it with others who don’t work!

I’m in touch with my feelings and I like it that way!

I think owning a gun doesn’t make you a killer; it makes you a smart American.

I think being a minority does not make you noble or victimized, and does not entitle you to anything. Get over it!

I believe that if you are selling me a Big Mac or any other item, you should do it in English.

I believe there should be no other language option for business.

I believe everyone has a right to pray to his or her God when and where they want to.

I don’t hate the rich. I don’t pity the poor.

I know wrestling is fake and I don’t waste my time watching or arguing about it.

I’ve never owned a slave, nor was I a slave. I haven’t burned any witches, and neither have you!

I believe if you don’t like the way things are here, go back to where you came from and change your own country! This is AMERICA …We like it the way it is and more so the way it was …so stop trying to change it to look like Russia or China, or some other socialist country!

If you were born here and don’t like it… you are free to move to any Socialist country that will have you. I believe it is time to really clean house, starting with the White House, the seat of our biggest problems.

I want to know which church is it, exactly, where the Reverend Jesse Jackson preaches, where he gets his money, and why he is always part of the problem and not the solution. Can I get an AMEN on that one? Same with Reverend Al Sharpton.

I also think the cops have the right to pull you over if you’re breaking the law, regardless of what race or color you are.

And, no, I don’t mind having my face shown on my driver’s license, nor the necessity of showing my identification, to conduct normal business or especially to vote. I think those policies are more than prudent.

I think if you are too stupid to know how a ballot works, I don’t want you deciding who should be running the most powerful nation in the world for the next four years.

I dislike those people standing in the intersections trying to sell me stuff or trying to guilt me into making donations’ to their cause….Get a job and do your part to support yourself and your family!

I believe that it doesn’t take a village to raise a child, it takes a man and woman.

I believe ‘illegal’ is illegal no matter what the lawyers, or progressive Democrats think!

I want to return this country to the values it was founded on, and prospered under for over 200 years! My Country…I hope this offends all illegal aliens.

Hypothetically, my great, great, great, great grandfather watched and bled as his friends died in the Revolution and the War of 1812.

My great, great, great grandfather watched as his friends died in the Mexican American War.

My great, great grandfather watched as his friends and brothers died in the Civil War.

My great grandfather watched as his friends died in the Spanish-American War.

My grandfather watched as his friends died in WW I.

My father watched as his friends died in WW II and the Korean War.

I watched as my friends died in Vietnam, Panama and Desert Storm.

My son watched and bled as his friends died in Afghanistan and Iraq.

None of them died for the Mexican Flag.

Every one of them died for the American flag, and liberty.

Texas high school students raised a Mexican flag on a school flag pole, other students took it down. Guess who was expelled…the students who took it down.

California high school students were sent home on Cinco de Mayo because they wore T-shirts with the American flag printed on them.

Enough is enough!

This message needs to be viewed by every American; and every American needs to stand up for America.

We’ve bent over to appease the America-haters long enough.

I’m taking a stand.

I’m standing up because of the hundreds of thousands who died fighting in wars, preserving liberty and freedom both, here and in other besieged nations, for the American flag, and all she stands for…

If you agree, stand up with me.

And shame on anyone who tries to make this a racist message.

AMERICANS, stop giving away Your RIGHTS! Let me make this clear! THIS IS MY COUNTRY!

This statement DOES NOT mean I’m against immigration! YOU ARE WELCOME HERE, IN MY COUNTRY, welcome to come legally, as did my grandparents:

  1. Get a sponsor
  2. Learn the LANGUAGE, as immigrants have in the past!
  3. Live by OUR rules!
  4. Get a job!
  5. Pay YOUR Taxes!
  6. No Social Security until you have earned it and Paid for it!
  7. NOW find a place to lay your head!

If you don’t want to SHARE this for fear of offending someone, then YOU’RE PART OF THE PROBLEM! We’ve gone so far the other way . . . bent over backwards not to offend anyone.

WAKE UP America!!!

I MISS MY COUNTRY!   God Bless America

Isaiah 5:20 Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter. 21 Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes and clever in their own sight.

As George Orwell put it, “In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”

If anyone know who wrote this please let me know so I can give him credit. Anyone who disagrees with his message is a racist and is not an American and never will be. C Brewer

UNBELIEVABLE AMERICANS!

I have been busy watching it rain for the past few weeks and it seems like Texas is either being punished or blessed. The Austin, Houston and Rio Grand areas are the most liberal Democratic controlled part of  this conservative governed state. Could this be an omen?

Having more than the usual time to stay indoors I have been selectively observing the national news. The new breed of reporters in both written and  televised news reveal that Americans have transitioned from demanding  dedicated, trustworthy truthful news commentators to  professional “Witch Hunters.” Watching Chris Wallace these past few Sundays change from a pleasant and fair host into a tricky, biased and hateful person like his father was. It appears to me that FOX News has been bought out by NBC or George Soros.

I used to be a loyal consumer of the programming of FOX News. This was the only news source that actually had what they advertised as “Fair and Balanced news”. All I had to do was change the channel when Juan Williams, Bob Beckel or Alan Combes  appeared. I was disappointed when Soros paid someone enough to fire Glenn Beck when he backed him into the corner with factual information of his evil activity..

Beck was and is biased and like myself two paces right of Atilla the Hun. What captured my interest in Beck was his programming that was aimed in making Americans more aware of our history, culture and wisdom. His programming that focused on the wisdom of the  Americans who designed our successful Republic form of democracy was brilliant. I learned more about American history from Glenn Beck than from all of my history lessons in our educational system.

Nearing 85 I have been blessed to have witnessed  history that has changed this world beyond anyones expectation. Wars like WWII, Korea, Viet Nam, Iraq, Afghanistan and Washington D.C. Other things like the atomic bomb, 9-11, Watts, LBJ, Jimmy Carter come to mind as destructive and historical. Few Americans have had the chance to visit and/or work in 32 countries and 49 states in their lifetime. Now in the twilight of my life I am dedicated to share my wisdom, experience and visions with anyone willing to read my articles that are free and without the strings that politicians place on their “Free” everything.

Now let me share some thoughts. It appears that women voters have already decided to  vote to elect Hillary Clinton President. If they join forces with the multitude of Americans who believe the government  owes them a living and the illegal aliens there is no need to even have an election. Having a woman President is more than acceptable to me but Hillary is not even an American at heart and she has demonstrated that love of Socialism since the hippy movement in the 1960’s. Her Benghazi actions alone is enough to show the way she hates our Republic form of government but telling the American public she will support the average American is unbelievable.

I can’t really believe enough Americans can be so dense and gullible to even allow Hillary to even nominate her to run. On second thought I do admit that I do know how evil the lying Democrats have become. Watching the political lynchings happening in Baltimore, Missouri and other Democratic states and cities is proof  that their strategy of dividing America is now a new war already underway. Obama must be smiling every time a white person is persecuted or killed.

Ladies you now have the power to control every aspect of government. I hope you use this power wisely before your freedom to be a real woman will be hard to see if you are wearing a Burka.

 

C Brewer

IMMIGRATION REFORM

As a boy I witnessed far too many young Americans die defending my freedom during WW II.

I served in the US Navy and had many classmates wounded and killed in Korea.

I watched as my brother served and many good friends died in Vietnam.

No American ever served in the military or gave their life to protect the Mexican Flag.

Recently here in Texas , a student raised a Mexican flag on a school flag pole; another student took it down.

Guess who was punished? The student who took it down.

School children in California were sent home this year on Cinco de Mayo because they wore T-shirts with the American flag printed on them.

Have you had enough? Read the following, then do something.

Every American needs to stand up for America. We’ve bent over to appease the America-haters long enough…

I’m taking a stand, will you?

I’m proudly standing up because the hundreds of thousands who lost legs or died fighting in wars for this country, can’t stand up.

Shame on anyone who tries to make this a racist message…

Let me make this perfectly clear! 

THIS IS MY COUNTRY!

Because I make this statement “DOES NOT” mean I’m against immigration! 

I WELCOME ALL FREEDOM LOVING PEOPLE, IF.

They just follow the rules and the laws to come here legally.

1. Get a sponsor!

2. Pay for a place to live!

3. Get a job!

4. Live by the Rules!

5. Pay YOUR Taxes!

6. Learn to speak English.

7. Don’t demand that we hand over our lifetime savings to provide you with welfare.

IF YOU DISAGREE LIKE THE MORONS IN CONGRESS YOU’RE ALSO PART OF THE PROBLEM! WE DID NOT INVITE OR DRAG THESE PEOPLE OR THEIR CHILDREN HERE. 

WAKE UP AMERICA!

CB

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