Earning Respect, Not Wearing It

FM’s high school in Chardon, OH has been in a swirl of controversy regarding this year’s graduation ceremony. Two of their graduating seniors finished their necessary high school credits early and went through military basic training: one in the Marines and one in the Army. Congratulations to both of them on their accomplishments. They went back to their high school to participate in the graduation ceremony. 

The controversy began when they made a request to the Principal to wear their uniforms, rather than the traditional cap & gown, at the graduation ceremony. When the Principal said “No”, but offered a couple of options, they decided to make a fuss and, of course, in the current youth’s attitude of entitlement, decided to take it to the media.

One of the options was they participate in the Honor Guard and post the flags. Once the flags were posted, they would be introduced to the assembly. Then they could change their clothes and sit with their classmates and receive their respective diplomas. Sounds reasonable to me. Unfortunately, not so much for the newly minted Privates.

I can totally understand why a young 18 year old would want to wear the uniform, it certainly gives an air of confidence, discipline and looks darn good. They would have garnered an inordinate amount of attention while everyone else wore the traditional cap and gown.

From a Protocol point of view, I completely understand the Principal’s decision but, more importantly, from a personal point of view, I don’t see it as a “slap in the face” to all those who wear the uniform. FM certainly doesn’t see it as a slight in any way. When he’s not at an official function, he’s more than happy to wear his civilian clothes. Someone needs to tell those Privates, forcing a school to allow you to wear the uniform at their ceremony, does not earn you respect. Respect for the uniform comes from the hard work, long hours, grueling deployments and a host of other factors. I can usually tell when someone is a part of the military whether they are in or out of their uniform. There’s an air of confidence ( and usually a “hard body”) that you don’t see often in civilian men.

Several websites have covered this subject and have allowed people to voice their opinions. Some people have suggested the Privates wear the uniform UNDER the cap and gown. This is a big no no when wearing any military uniform. There should be no mixing of civilian clothing and uniforms. There are pages and pages of uniform regulations regarding what you can and cannot wear with the uniform. For goodness sakes, you can’t even use an umbrella while in uniform. And to cover up the uniform with civilian attire would be disgraceful.

Other people went further and suggested they wear it under the gown, then when they get their diploma, rip off the gown while still on stage. My hope is that suggestion came from those who know nothing about military pride because no one I know in the Army would pull such a cowardly stunt just to make their point.

If these Privates had taken the time to check with their chain of command and the Army Protocol Office, they should have gotten some sage advice. They should have been told, the high school graduation is NOT an official military event and, according to uniform regulations (AR 670-1), it specifically states that in a private ceremony, the HOST designates whether or not military attendees should wear the uniform. You don’t force your uniform on a private ceremony. 

I do worry a little that these Privates are heading off to their units and I can’t help but wonder how they’re going to react when they don’t agree with their Platoon Sergeant. Will it be another, “Hello, Fox News, (insert whine)” 

Photos Found

Have you ever lost a camera? I haven’t so I can only imagine how awful it would be to lose photos from a once in a lifetime vacation or of an important event.

Over at bookbabie, I read about a site called I Found Your Camera which is dedicated to finding the owner of lost cameras. What a great idea!!

FG’s class is working on a recycling project this month and they got on the topic of alternative fuel. FG came home yesterday and told me she mentioned to the social studies teacher about the Bio-fuel made from coconuts which we saw on the Coconut Factory tour in Majuro, Republic of the Marshall Island, Micronesia.

The teacher then asked her “Where’s Majuro?” When FG said “Micronesia”, the teacher walked over to the computer and started doing her own Internet search. 🙂

FG would do well as a “helper” on the “Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader?” At least she would know the geography questions. Click here to check out your geography smarts!  And for my friends who live/lived in Germany, click here.

This morning I woke to 44 degrees outside. The two previous mornings were in the mid-30s. I survived the harsh winter just fine but now I’m getting a little cranky with the chilly spring.  It’s definitely solidifying the fact that we will move somewhere warm near the water in our post army years.

I was thinking about what I was doing last year at this time. Turns out I was walking the dogs along Tarague Beach in Guam and enjoying the lovely WARM weather:

 

 

Ottawa


When FM said we were going to Ottawa for his spring marathon, I was surprised. After all the other fun cities he’s run marathons(Rome, Paris, Vienna, Berlin, New York), it just didn’t sound very exciting.

I was pleasantly surprised. Ottawa is a really fun town to tour around ~ easy to navigate, clean, all types of ethnic restaurants, etc. We walked around the town a lot and especially enjoyed the area called Byward Market. It has a fresh market as well as MANY fun shops & cafes. The berries at the market were mouthwatering delicious especially the blueberries. We bought plenty of blueberries, strawberries, raspberries and bananas and had them for breakfast every morning. There were also two cheese shops which seemed to have every conceivable type of cheese so we asked about FG’s favorite: a smoked Gouda cheese from Belgium. The first shop didn’t have it but the second did. Today, while I was making her lunch for school, I asked if she wanted some of the cheese and she said “No I want to eat it when I’m home so I can enjoy it better and not rush.” I’m glad she thinks about what she’s eating and savors the good flavors.

As we walked through the market, we came across something called “fiddleheads” ~ which are the tops of ferns before they uncoil. Turns out they’re a delicacy in Maine and have a very short season (maybe three weeks). I had never heard of eating them but when I mentioned it to my mom, she said my grandmother in Hawaii use to eat them back in the day. The saleswoman explained how to cook them, steam for 20 minutes then drizzle with olive oil, salt and pepper, so I decided to give them a try once we got home. Much to my surprise, FG LOVED them! To me they tasted like thick, earthy asparagus. They were OK but nothing I’ll rush out to get next spring. Anyone else ever try these?

The drive to Ottawa is only 2.5 hours which includes the border crossing so I’m sure we’ll be heading back there soon. If nothing else but for the yummy fresh fruits, vegetables & cheese at market.

Best Time Yet

FM must be like fine wine…he keeps getting better and better. The Ottawa Marathon on Sunday was his best marathon time yet. He was thrilled with his time of 3:58:06.

Unfortunately, FG and I didn’t get a chance to see him along the route ~ he was long gone by the time we got to the 38 KM mark. We timed it according to his past marathons and he was a good 20 minutes ahead of schedule.

FM’s observations of the Ottawa Marathon:
* Well Organized
* Ran through two Provinces ~ Ontario and Quebec
* No food along the route (bummer)
* Had the most hills of the marathons he’s run
* Liked the idea of putting the first name of the runner on the bib ~ it allowed spectators to yell out “GO, FM ~ You’re doing great!”
* Found the other runners a little more willing to chit chat (with french accents of course)

And he’s already talking about a fall marathon. Where to next?

Keeping it in Perspective

FM ran the Ottawa Marathon yesterday so we were out of town all weekend. We arrived back home today around 4:30 and found out about a BBQ at a friend’s house at 5:00 pm. They were hosting the parents of a fallen soldier who had come into town to attend their son’s “memorial ride.” Their son was a part of FM’s unit and was killed last year on 1 June. Although I was tired from the trip, it was more important for us to meet the parents who had lost so much and to offer whatever support we could.

I’m so glad we met them ~ they are an interesting and gracious couple. They told us about the Travis Atkins Inaugural Memorial ride which raised money for the children of fallen soldiers. We already spoke about next year’s ride and will make sure we stay in town to participate. FM may have to borrow his Dad’s motorcycle 😉

Remembering

Being from Hawaii, Memorial Day was always considered a somber day with many observances for those who were killed in the attack on Pearl Harbor. My mom was a very young girl when Pearl Harbor was attacked and those memories lived on through the next generation (me).

Sadly, when I moved away from Hawaii, I participated less and less in those Memorial Day ceremonies and by the time I lived in Atlanta, Memorial Day became the “official start of summer” weekend. Everyone made plans to go boating on the lake, etc. Not much in the way of remembering our heros.

Being married to the military has certainly changed all of that. Military men and women would never forget their friends and fallen soldiers. They are honored on every military post across the nation. And here at Ft. Drum, the surrounding community is very supportive and there are many Memorial Day observances off-base as well. You’d have to live under a rock not to know the true meaning of the day. That’s not to say we don’t enjoy the time off, the BBQs or traveling but it’s good to know that those who made the ulitimate sacrifice will NEVER be forgotten.  

I personally know several soldiers, who, because of their willingness to fight for freedom, will never be able to spend the long weekend with their families and friends. So I will take time on Monday to pray for them and all those throughout the years who gave their all for our country.  My heart fills with gratitude when I think of them and I say “THANK YOU!!!” for all those brave souls.  They will never be forgotten…

In the past, I’ve not been a fan of Short Stories. The ones I’ve read have left me unsatisfied with their brevity and made me yearn for more character development. When I found out my friend, Sally, was the editor, as well as author of one of the stories, of Strong Currents ~ a collection of short stories by writers from Hawaii, I just had to read the book. Since it was a collection of different writers, I found some stories a lot more enjoyable than others.

My pleasant reading experience with Strong Currents led me to seek out another collection of short stories. While browsing through Borders, I found The Collected Stories by Amy Hempel. Admittedly shallow, I was first attracted to the book cover. It had a photo of the author and a gorgeous golden retriever. How could I resist? I read the back cover where one of the lines said “No reader of great writing should be without it.” Sounded like a challenge to me.  And because I’m too busy (lazy?) to take a photo of the book and upload it right now, click here for a view of the cover.

I’ve been carrying the book with me to numerous appointments these past couple of weeks and have really enjoyed the stories. It’s nice to finish a story or two in one sitting. Sometimes with novels, I have a bad tendency to skim when I get disinterested in the plot or can tell where the author is going but not with this book. Miss a sentence, miss a whole lot of the story. Every sentence is meticulously written without a stray word to be read. No skimming in this book, not that I’d want to since her topics are very interesting and so well written.

The collection of stories spans all her writings for the past 20 years. They are wonderfully told but that’s not to say the stories are happy ones. Mostly they are sad but always intriguing. The characters and animals (dogs) go through a lot of ordeals but they endure and survive. Sometimes.  I’m so enthralled with this book, I think I’ll keep it with me for awhile so I can re-read some of the stories when ever I have some free time.

Since I enjoyed the book so much, I researched the author who is as fascinating as her stories. Or perhaps she IS the stories. Turns out the dog on the cover was her dog and was a Great Pyrenees/Golden Retriever mix. What a beauty of a dog. As a dog lover, one of my favorite passages in her story entitled “The Dog of The Marriage” is when she talks about Goodman the guide-dog, who after a year away from her, still remembers her:

Then I got a letter from Alice’s husband, Paul. He said they had been weeding in the garden, Goodman off-duty and retrieving a tossed ball. When Goodman found himself in the tomato patch, Paul wrote, he picked something up in his mouth and began yipping with excitement, tossing the thing into the air and running in circles to retrieve it. Paul told me Goodman had found one of the sachets I had made to keep away the deer; it was a packet of cheesecloth stuffed with my hair.

That is how I like to be known.

Now I’m at a bit of a loss as to what to read next so I’ll head over to Books on the Brain to get some ideas.

Desperate For Some Beach Time


We were a little too desperate for some beach time so we drove out to Westcott Beach State Park in Sackets Harbor, NY to get a little fix of the beach. Um…a little depressing. It was so cold with the wind coming off shore. We’d packed a picnic and I ate my sandwich so fast so we could get the heck out of there.

FG had the foresight to bring a blanket and a pillow just in case…and I’m thankful she shared it with me.

We’re going to give it another month before we try again ~ maybe it’ll be warm enough by mid-June. Surely by the 4th of July? Days like this make me miss Guam, and those picture-postcard beaches, a whole lot more.