Thursday, October 16, 2008
Tiny, but enormous reasons why this election, and every election matters.
Vote for pro-life candidates. Because it matters.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Quick Trip
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
The Beginning Farmer shows up in the most awkward of places
That's right, Ethan's blog is posted over the urinal in the men's bathroom. Now that's classy. (For those interested, they did not post it in the ladies room - sorry E, no love from the ladies.)
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Ethan Book & Shawn Johnson
Friday, July 11, 2008
My wife works for a real hero
I found this article online today. It is an account from John McCain of his capture and torture while being held as a POW in
~Tim
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This story originally appeared in the May 14, 1973, issue of U.S.News & World Report. It was posted online on January 28, 2008.
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The date was Oct. 26, 1967. I was on my 23rd mission, flying right over the heart of Hanoi in a dive at about 4,500 feet, when a Russian missile the size of a telephone pole came up—the sky was full of them—and blew the right wing off my Skyhawk dive bomber. It went into an inverted, almost straight-down spin.
I pulled the ejection handle, and was knocked unconscious by the force of the ejection—the air speed was about 500 knots. I didn't realize it at the moment, but I had broken my right leg around the knee, my right arm in three places, and my left arm. I regained consciousness just before I landed by parachute in a lake right in the corner of
I hit the water and sank to the bottom. I think the lake is about 15 feet deep, maybe 20. I kicked off the bottom. I did not feel any pain at the time, and was able to rise to the surface. I took a breath of air and started sinking again. Of course, I was wearing 50 pounds, at least, of equipment and gear. I went down and managed to kick up to the surface once more. I couldn't understand why I couldn't use my right leg or my arm. I was in a dazed condition. I went up to the top again and sank back down. This time I couldn't get back to the surface. I was wearing an inflatable life-preserver-type thing that looked like water wings. I reached down with my mouth and got the toggle between my teeth and inflated the preserver and finally floated to the top.
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It's vital to keep your mind occupied, and we all worked on that. Some guys were interested in mathematics, so they worked out complex formulas in their heads—we were never allowed to have writing materials. Others would build a whole house, from basement on up. I have more of a philosophical bent. I had read a lot of history. I spent days on end going back over those history books in my mind, figuring out where this country or that country went wrong, what the
It was easy to lapse into fantasies. I used to write books and plays in my mind, but I doubt that any of them would have been above the level of the cheapest dime novel.
People have asked me how we could remember detailed things like the tap code, numbers, names, all sorts of things. The fact is, when you don't have anything else to think about, no outside distractions, it's easy. Since I've been back, it's very hard for me to remember simple things, like the name of someone I've just met.
During one period while I was in solitary, I memorized the names of all 335 of the men who were then prisoners of war in
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I was finding that prayer helped. It wasn't a question of asking for superhuman strength or for God to strike the North Vietnamese dead. It was asking for moral and physical courage, for guidance and wisdom to do the right thing. I asked for comfort when I was in pain, and sometimes I received relief. I was sustained in many times of trial.
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One time, they wanted me to write a message to my fellow prisoners at Christmas. I wrote down:
"To my friends in the camp who I have not been allowed to see or speak to, I hope that your families are well and happy, and I hope that you will be able to write and receive letters in accordance with the Geneva Convention of 1949 which has not been allowed to you by our captors. And may God bless you."
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In March of 1971 the senior officers decided that we would have a showdown over church. This was an important issue for us. It also was a good one to fight them on. We went ahead and held church. The men that were conducting the service were taken out of the room immediately. We began to sing hymns in loud voices and "The Star-Spangled Banner."
The "gooks" thought it was a riot situation. They brought in the ropes and were practicing judo holds and that kind of stuff. After about a week or two they started taking the senior officers out of our room and putting them over in another building.
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My own plans for the future are to remain in the Navy, if I am able to return to flying status. That depends upon whether the corrective surgery on my arms and my leg is successful. If I have to leave the Navy, I hope to serve the Government in some capacity, preferably in Foreign Service for the State Department.
I had a lot of time to think over there, and came to the conclusion that one of the most important things in life—along with a man's family—is to make some contribution to his country.
Monday, May 26, 2008
35 Years - from KFC to the Brown Bottle
Natural disasters aside, my favorite story from the weekend was one that my dad told after the movie, when we were out to dinner at the Brown Bottle for their anniversary. Exactly thirty-five years before on that night, my parents had their rehearsal dinner - KFC chicken served by my dad's cousins out at his parents' farm! Hey, he said, KFC was pretty classy back then. Riiiiight. :)
But all joking aside, it was great to have everyone home for the weekend. Here's to thirty-five more years of wedded bliss for my parents! Congratulations, mom and dad!
Monday, May 05, 2008
Denver CLA Conference
Last week I went out to Denver for the Community Leadership Conference and I had the opportunity to revisit the Great Dunes National Park. Emma and I had visited there last summer, but I was so intrigued by it last time that I decided to drive the 3.5 hours down to see it again and do some dune climbing. Needless to say, afterwards I was covered in sand but the views are surreal. Enjoy this glimpse into the crazy world of 700 ft sand dunes at the foot of the Sangre de Cristo mountain range!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
BAM!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Man from UNCLE
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Rollin' in 08
Yes indeed, Emma is working for Senator John McCain for President. So no, I don't see her very much lately. :) Especially since she left to work in Michigan right after the Iowa Caucus. Of course, she came back on January 16th after their primary, and just in time to see our new table that was delivered that day.
Unfortunately for me, the excitement wasn't over after Michigan. Emma has been in Florida since Monday of this week and will be there until after their primary on January 29th. The upside is that when it was -10 actual temperature here in Des Moines today, it was 80 in Palm Beach. That's right folks, a 90 degree temperature difference in the Rittgers household.
So for those keeping score, I will have seen my beautiful wife exactly 8 days so far this month. And yes, it is currently the 24th. So for those of you feeling sorry for me, give me a call to cheer me up or send me some cookies or something. :)