Lost Treasure

Today I was cleaning out a closet and pulling things out to donate to my church. As I pulled open an old foot locker that I had not opened in many years, I found something I had thought lost. Years ago I was cleaning up my home office and I placed a number of things into two boxes. One box to be thrown away, and one to be saved. The two cardboard boxes looked exactly the same. It was the end of a semester and I think my son was on the way, so I was under a great deal of stress. At some point I said to myself I must make sure to check the contents of the cardboard box before I throw it out or I will be very upset.

Well the exam came and I had gotten confused as to which box was which. A few weeks later as my son’s birth approached, I started a hurried effort to finish cleaning up, and get his room painted. I threw a bunch of boxes into the trash bin and rolled it out for collection. The next morning AFTER the trash truck had made its collection, I realized I may have thrown out the wrong box. My heart sank, I franticly searched the house room by room even in the attic in the heat of the day. I could not find the contents of the box. A box that held some of the dearest mementos I ever owned. They were gone.

For years now I would have to tell some of my scouting friends the sad tale of my lost scouting memorabilia. My ordeal arrow that I wore during the weekend I was inducted into the Order of the Arrow. My Webelos ribbon with all 15 of the then possible achievements on it that I had earned in just one year. Even a number of neckerchiefs including a 1976 jamboree neckerchief. It even had a neckerchief slide that my dad had carved and I had painted not long after he had died. All of it lost. I was heart sick over this for a long time.

Then today, I opened this foot locker and as I opened it, the metallic box with pictures of New York City on it, that my grandmother had given me to use for storing my scouting stuff, stared back at me. I’m not sure exactly what I said but my family kept asking what was up? Shaking I carefully pulled the box out and took it into the living room, I opened it and there were all the things I thought I had lost. But even things I had forgotten about. The most important thing I had lost but now found was the letter I received from Irving Texas. A letter that was more powerful than getting an acceptance letter from any college, it was the letter I received proclaiming that I was an Eagle Scout.


Copyright 2010 William T. Richards

The Adventures of Rich and GC: Lima Bravo Sierra

At one point just before the start of the ground war in Desert Storm my team had been ordered to recon the local area. The idea was that we should follow the road back west from where we were and familiarize ourselves with the terrain. Mind you this part of the Saudi desert was flat and featureless. The road is about the only land mark there is. Now just before we deployed to Saudi Arabia our supply sergeant turned down an opportunity to order GPS’s for each of the teams as he figured we wouldn’t get them anyway, but the one he did order we got and they kept it in the Command Post. This left us to use our military map and dead reckoning to figure out where we were. Again as I said, the part of the Saudi desert we were in was flat and featureless.
We pulled off the road about 20 miles away from our camp and traveled south for about 5 miles or so and then turned back east. After a while some sand berms and some odd shapes on the ground came into view. As we pulled up to the shapes we realized that these were the spent first stages of rockets from an MRLS. Seeing as we were to report any thing out of the ordinary we called it in. Our command post asked us to give our position so we guesstimated 20 miles out, five miles south, and two miles back. Not happy with our location report the CP told us to give proper grid coordinates. Well obviously without a GPS we couldn’t, everywhere we looked was flat horizon, and we told them that. They continued to demand that we fix our location. At this point even Sgt Keefer was getting annoyed with the CP and regretted calling in the report. The request for us to report our position was so ludicrous that I finally suggested we call our grid coordinate as Lima, Bravo, Sierra, which in military speak means Lost Bigger than S***. Three times we had to repeat our position and twice the radio operator did not understand what we were saying. He kept trying to tell us that we were not sending a proper military grid coordinate. Finally after the third repeat the First Sergeant grabbed the mike at the CP and said "OK guys I understand, buy the way you may be between the launchers and the boarder so you should turn off your radio so that you don’t get targeted by the missiles do you understand?"
To which we replied “Rodger, Out" and then turned our radio off, and proceeded home.
I'm told that they continued to try and raise us for a good 15 minutes after we were told to turn off our radio.

Copyright William T. Richards 2009

The Adventures of Rich and GC: A Slight Flight Delay

At O-Dark thirty on the morning of our departure from Ft. Meade Maryland to Saudi Arabia, Joe and I got in to our hummer, started up the engine and waited for the rest of the convoy to start moving. After a while the convoy started to pull away, Joe let loose the break and gave it some gas. As we started to make our first turn, Joe suddenly starts a frantic dance in his seat as the hummer continued to move straight. "Oh shit I forgot to unlock it!" he exclaimed. After a brief pause, he gets his keys out of his pocket and unlocks the cable holding the steering wheel in place. We have a good laugh as he starts us moving again, but I had to sit there and wonder... was that a good omen or a bad one?
In the end I think it was a bit of both, nothing went as smoothly as it could have, but we did seem to manage a decent sense of humor through out operations Desert Shield/Storm. Whenever things went a bit astray, I would see the humor in it, no mater how bizarre.


Copyright 2009 William T. Richards

Microsoft Goofs it

Having spent time working with the Wiimote as a software developer for a research institution, and realizing just how great a tool it is for presentations, I had been anticipating a similar tool from Microsoft. One that I could use for applications such as a great presentation mouse replacement, and a remote tracking device for medical modeling. Now that I have seen what project Natal from Microsoft is, I have to say that while it is cool, I am disappointed.

Microsoft claims that the Wiimote is only a transitional step to what they think is the next best thing [1] IE project Natal.

I say they jumped over a critical step.

Not all situations will be conducive to the natal device. There will be some situations where a hand held pointer like the Wiimote will work better.

For example: if you are using the natal device in front of an audience and the camera also picks up the audience, how efficient (fast) will the natal device be at filtering out the movements of the people behind you? If you are using a Wiimote the Wiimote will not get confused in this situation and thus not lose precious computing cycles filtering unwanted data. Beyond that, I think the Natal device is really cool. I just want my cake while I eat it.

Now if only we could get Nintendo to allow us easy simple access to the Wiimote via a PC by providing us with a decent standardized device driver like Microsoft does, instead of having to rely on a Rube Goldberg non-standard Bluetooth protocol connection process that does not always work.

Or maybe some other third party can do it for us. Hey Logitech!

Copyright 2009 William T. Richards

The Adventures of Rich and GC: Pissing Contest!

At one point during our deployment while we were patrolling the perimeter of KKMC, GC relayed a story he had read in a book. The book was about the French foreign legion and one man’s adventures there in. Anyhow, the guy in the book spent about a chapter explaining what the biggest time wasters were, while out on a mission. The number one waster of time was apparently, taking a piss. The guy said if you went to take a piss and if the process took you less than two minutes, you were wasting your time, and you were better off trying to hold your piss for as long as possible so you could spend your time doing something else.
So what does a soldier with “lots” of newly freed up time on his hands do while out on patrol? Well if he is anything like the platoon I was in, he and his buds start a pissing contest. And anything as "fun" as this was, requires an agreed upon set of rules, just like the ones we created. Now hopefully after 18 years, I can remember the rules we operated under:

The 1991 first ever 372 Mp CO, 4th platoon’s pissing contest rules.
:1. Contestants must produce a steady continuous stream.
:2. The stream must be witnessed by someone who is timing the stream.
:3. The individual who can produce the longest timed interval of an unbroken stream has bragging rights.

Well, I am proud to say that I did manage a time of about three minutes, GC got 3 and a half, but Rat (Ronald A. Thrasher) managed an astounding time of 4 minutes and 35 seconds. Rat managed this feat by drinking water all night long and holding it until he could stand it no more. However, several of us still thought we could break the record and most of us in the platoon were obsessed with timing ourselves.
Then, one day in the town of Khafji, near the Kuwaiti border, Joe and I witnessed an event that had us absolutely stunned. As we stopped to eat launch and monitor vehicle traffic passing through the town a family of camels also stopped at a nearby median to eat some grass. Then the baby of the family, this little camel that was not much bigger than Joe or myself, started to pee.

And pee…

And pee…

After about a minute Joe and I stopped talking and just sat there mesmerized as this little camel continued to pee…

Two minuets…

Four minuets…

Six minutes…

I can’t remember the exact amount of time that that little camel managed to produce a continuous stream, but I believe the time exceeded 8 minutes and was approaching 9 minutes before he broke his stream. And after breaking his stream he continued on for a long time after that. Stunned, Joe and I looked at each other, amazed at how long that little camel managed. We passed the word on to the others in the platoon and well, several months of collective obsession and pass time had come to an end.

Copyright 2009 William T. Richards

The Adventures of Rich and GC: Time Warp

During operation Desert Shield/ Storm our unit’s operational tempo was very heavy. Our platoon was split in to two groups, one working night shift and one working the day shift. We would go out on patrol right after the 6:00 meal drive out to the patrol area for about half an hour to an hour, and meet up with the other crew we were replacing. We would then discuss whatever the squad leaders needed to discuss, and then patrol the area for 12 hours. This went on and on for a couple of months without a break as we waited for our orders to move up closer to the front. After each patrol period we would then do the reverse of our morning’s trade off and then if we were on night shift we would also take care of the shit detail. Clean up and then get something to eat and go to sleep. The odd thing was that because of the latitude of our location, sunrise and sunset always happened at about 6:30, AM or PM and thus meal time was always in the same amount of light.

When the shooting started we would frequently get woken up by SCUD alerts and have to run to the bunkers. This had the effect of causing us to lose even more sleep. At that point that on any given day during the first month of Desert Storm, we were awake ~18 hours a day and slept whenever we could manage it.

It was during this grind, without a day off for several months that GC had an odd experience. One night at the end of our shift we walked into our tent to drop our gear, and then went to the mess tent for some food. When he was in our tent GC undid his web gear, and laid back on his bunk only meaning to take a quick cat nap. When we came back from the mess tent we noticed GC was fast asleep on his cot with his legs hanging off the edge and his feet still in his boots, on the floor. We tried half heartedly to roust him so he could get some food but to no avail. That night we did not have a scud alert and all of us got a good six hours or so of rest. When we got up, GC’s driver, Sgt Durham kicked GC and said “Hey you better go over to the mess tent and get some food.” So GC got up and walked down to the mess tent. He Got his tray and stared at it for a while with this odd look on his face.

He told me a few years later, that to him he had only laid down for a few seconds. Thus he was wondering why we were having scrambled eggs for dinner. However, as we had always been given such odd meals, he really didn’t think too much of it. It was not until he started to take off his boots and uniform to go to bed that Sgt Durham broke the spell by yelling at him for not being ready to go out on patrol. It was then he realized he was the victim of a sleep induced time warp.

(c) 2009 William T. Richards

Bizarre quotes from meetings

When I worked at Ft. Monroe, a friend of mine by the name of Kevin, made a hobby out of recording statements buy one of the Leads at our meetings. This lead had a way with words that always amazed me and everyone else, and had the added benefit of making a meeting with him in it very interesting. While some if not much of this is politically incorrect, it is also a bit funny, because they are, in some cases, things that should not be said at a meeting.

Oh and just like Kevin, I also do not claim to know what all of these mean. Just think of them in the context of a series of meetings dealing with event planing.

1: They are swinging late on a fastball.
2: sweat pump activation
3: a butt-numbing event
4: they had their brains in neutral.
5: bureaucratic nightmares
6: let's flatten that cat
7: run back over that cat
8: it was like a primer went off in his butt
9: run the rats down the holes
10: we've kicked that can already
11: we're going far into the empire
12: a waste of human flesh
13: you need to get in bed with that information
14: he's the dullest arrow in the quiver
15: this thing has the atomic weight of plutonium in it
16: a turd in the punchbowl
17: let's have 500mg of common sense
18: dead brain; 1 each
19: we've got some fence-mending to do
20: Parry that and plant one on his kisser
21: is that like, "Hi, I'm Ed; call me Jason"?
22: now we're bagging cats
23: it'll give you wolf breath
24: She's an oxygen thief
25: he's experiencing billet-rage
26: turret-syndrome reaction
27: any monkey can do that job
28: he's eight rungs down the food chain
29: we're not going to do a 'hey diddle diddle up the middle' on this one
30: the war goes on while the furer sleeps
31: it seems he dropped out of the punch bowl
32: we've recovered well from yesterday's 'standing eight count'
33: OK, everyone unpucker your sphincters
34: we've got an 'issue on steroids' here
35: we just kneecapped a bunch of people
36: I was just standing there with my teeth in my mouth
37: I was the heavy bag that got punched
38: he's calling audibles
39: before we start the stuffex
40: we ate some cheese on him
41: the (AAR) monkeys (Replace AAR with your favorite group with in the company)
42: they were just giving north-south head nods.