LOGIC OF THE LEGEND (WHO WOULDA THUNK THAT POSSIBLE?)
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Robin, my deepest sympathy for the loss of your friend. I know the feeling too well.
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LOGIC OF THE LEGEND (WHO WOULDA THUNK THAT POSSIBLE?)
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I just came in from breakfast at my youngest grandson's elementary school today. His school does this every year in honor of Veterans' Day and it has been, for 10 years when the oldest grandson called me about being his "bet-er-ran" for the event, a Veterans' Day tradition for me and the grandsons. One of my favorite pictures is of me and the two oldest grandsons taken by the school principal about 6 years ago at one of those events.Let me explain the logic behind how The Legend became a Veteran.
From that first race my Uncle Bobby took me to when I was just short of 6 years old, all I ever wanted to do was drive a racecar. Anyone who knew me could tell you of that dream as that was all I ever talked about. No small wonder that the only people who had anything at all to do with me growing up was family and race friends. No one else could have survived the constant conversations about racing (Ann says that's still the same today!!!). So, what did my desire to be a driver have to do with being a Veteran?
I would have been draft age shortly after graduating high school and at that time, 1964, Viet Nam was really getting into high gear. Ever planning ahead in those days, I asked my parents to sign for me to join the Naval Reserve at 17 which they did and I did. It turned out to be much long active duty than the then required two years because I tested very well in several areas and the Navy wanted to send me to one of their schools for special training. So, as it turned out, I went to school for six months, served I think an additional 30 months of active duty aboard the USS Opportune, ARS-41, and then a few weeks shore duty in Charleston, SC. While I was virtually sailing the Carribean, I lost three high school classmates to the war in the jungles, and even on my small ship I had two shipmates lose brothers. I began to feel as if I had taken an easy way out joining the Navy instead of the Marines as I was safely sailing the ocean blue and my friends were being killed and forever changed in that far eastern hell of rice paddies.
After my mother died and we cleaned out her attic, I discovered that she had saved all the letters I had written while I was in the Navy. They started our in the early months pleasant enough as I told about all the sights I was seeing in the Carribean and later in the North Atlantic but towards the end of my time I was getting bitter because of the loss of my friends and the seemingly mundane things I was doing to pass the time away so I could get out and drive race cars. Never occured to me that one day I would be a "Veteran", I just wanted to drive racecars.
I was finally released from active duty in early 1968 and immediately got to work chasing my dream. I put the Navy behind me and had no intention of ever recalling those days. If you recall, from 1968 through the end of the Viet Nam war, it was not cool to be a Veteran. In fact, in my last year of service, we were instructed NOT to leave base in uniform. I guess my feeling of shame at having had such easy duty when Dickie, Jimmy, and Walter had given their lives in 'Nam was not easy for me to handle either. I always silently observed Veterans' Day more in honor of my Daddy's service in WWII than having been a sailor.
Twenty some odd years ago I was expressing those feelings to my minister who is a retired U.S. Army Chaplian. Rev. Clyde Aiken explained exactly what being a Veteran means and so that Veterans' Day when they asked all Veterans to stand in church, I did, for the first time, stand with the others. I have, since that talk with Clyde, realized that all Veterans, regardless of their rank, branch of service, or place of service, did their duty and helped to maintain the freedom of this Country. It is different today, of course, because we have an all-volunteer military. These young men and women accept willingly, without the possibility of the draft, their duty to serve their country. I had breakfast with quite a number of them this morning. I was deeply honored to be in their company.
Half way through breakfast, a young elementary student, dreadlocks hanging shoulder length, came around our table shaking hands with all the Veterans. He came to me and said "my name is Kinard, what's your name?" We exchanged the common pleasantries and then he says "thank you for your service and keeping us free". I was very touched and said to Kinard "thank you and one day it will be your turn". The young man smiled broadly and said "Yes Sir!" Even as I write this my eyes mist a little to see that still there are young men (and women) who realize what freedom costs. Our Veterans have paid this price since 1776. Because our country can still honor those Veterans in such programs as an elementary school breakfast we can hope that the flame of freedom will always be fueled by such men and women on active duty around the world and young Kinard who smiles broadly as his thought of serving.
So, the logic of The Legend was to get the service behind him so he could drive race cars. I did both. I served, and I drove race cars. Twenty years ago a retired Army Chaplain taught me what it meant to be a Veteran and I'm glad he did. As I walked down that hallway to my grandson's classroom this morning, I realized God surely had a hand in the way my life unfolded. While racing was the immediate goal, the overall achievement was that this Veteran has a wonderful wife, a family he loves very much, a country of which he is very proud, and a chance, one a year, to eat the best grits free with other Veterans and their kids or grandkids. Doesn't get much better.
Ok, now that I've spilled the beans on some personal feelings, it's time for me to head out to The Veterans' Day Parade in downtown Columbia. This is the biggest Veterans' Day Parade in the southeast and, I understand, the third largest in the Country. I will, no doubt, choke up a couple times and a few tears may flow from behind those Legend sunglasses when I see the young men and women from Ft. Jackson go marching by, the disabled Veterans being transported by, and see that red, white and blue flag bearing those 50 stars pass by the hundreds. God Bless America will ring out loud and clear and for this one Veteran today that is more a statement of what is happening from above with the request that those blessing continue as they have for 236 years.
GOD BLESS AMERICA.
updated by @tim-leeming: 12/05/16 04:02:57PM
GOING IT ALONE FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR
Current NASCAR
Although Mars may be getting "more press out of this than they expected" I will never agree with the statement that ANY publicity is good publicity and, at some point, the bad publicity bites you. Just read where the major sponsor for Penn State Football has withdrawn all support, effective immediately. I cannot, will not, condone what Busch did, nor will I believe what he said in that "apology". It was another Kyle Busch, Kiss My A** remark to anyone who will listen. The kid cares not for anyone or anything other than Kyle Busch. As I said, I am so disappointed in Joe Gibbs I plan to write him via snail mail as soon as I cool off enough to properly express my disgust with his continued support of that loser. He is one of these "faith professors" much like the false one who runs the chicken business who won't open on Sunday who is also classless and phony.
GOING IT ALONE FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR
Current NASCAR
You're right. I don't like it. To Hell with Joe Gibbs, Candy Man and Interstate Batteries and any other company which wants to put money into that. He's such a damned good fake and liar he should be in D.C. Get out of the cockpit and into politics. God, how did we get to this?
GOING IT ALONE FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR
Current NASCAR
Oh, and I'm going to take my two Interstate batteries out of my two trucks today and go buy a Diehard or something to replace them. It is a shame when Interstate has had two great drivers like Dale Jarrett and Bobby Labonte that they stoop to trash. Maybe someone will get a charge out of that but it's not going to be me.
GOING IT ALONE FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR
Current NASCAR
"where Kyle can CONTINUE racing in a way we can all be proud of"????????? CONTINUE. Joe, get a hint. If you've been proud of what you've been seeing from Kyle Busch, then you ain't right dude!!!!!!!
Dick Brooks' Frightening Veteran's Day and a Salute to All Veterans
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Yes Sir, Dave, thanks for posting this. And I love to sing and to hear Kate sing, God Bless America. Tomorrow morning will start for me at 6:55 a.m. when I go to a Veterans' Breakfast with my youngest grandson at his school. Then it will be on to the Columbia, SC Veterans' Day Parade which is the largest in the Southeast and the third largest in the nation. Being home to Fort Jackson, a major recruit training depot, we are fortunate to have a wonderful celebration honoring all those who have made, and continue to make, the USA the greatest nation on earth, in spite of the efforts of some politicians to ruin that status.
OK M&M MARS AND JOE GIBBS RACING, YOUR TURN TO SHOW SOME GUTS
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The news is out that Z-Line Designs, the sponsor on Candy Man's Nationwide car is asking to have another driver take over for Homestead. Bravo Z-Line. I don't know what you design because you've previously sponsored that driver but I will find out now and if I can use your services, count me in. It's time for M&Ms and Joe Gibbs Racing to show whether there is more to them than a "thin candy shell". I cannot believe Joe Gibbs on this one.
updated by @tim-leeming: 12/05/16 04:02:07PM
FROM THE PAST and on to THE FUTURE
Current NASCAR
Johnny, you know I respect you and you know our friendship has, and will, weather any storm. But had I known that intentionally wrecking a fellow competitor was acceptable, I would have won that race in Savannah that I lost to you by six inches that night. In fact, thinking back, I had so many second place finishes because I always refused to intentionally put another guy in jeopardy. Oh yes, we rubbed and we banged, you and I, and several others and me, but looking back over my less that lustrious career behind the wheel, I can say that I always drove with the good sportsmanship my father and mother, my church, and the Boy Scouts taught me to display. To this very day I strive to be a good example to young people and I like to think my role in Racers Reunion is to connect with the younger fans in a positive way to relate the history of the sport to them. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but I try. I enjoy that role because I enjoy young folks.
Ann and I are blessed with three wonderful grandsons that live very close by whom we get to see all the time. Unfortunately, our granddaughters are in New Hampshire so we don't get to see them that often. I am proud of my athletic grandsons and attend most of their sports events. I must say they are still taught good sportsmanship. Although I cannot attend my granddaughters functions, their father, Ann and my son, coaches many of their activities so I know he has taught them good sportsmanship. I refuse to accept the premise that the actions of Candy Man can be justified, condoned, or continued. His Nationwide sponsor has pulled the plug and if Preacher Gibbs and the sponsors of the Cup car have a modicum of respect for the sport, they will put the young man in a position that does NOT include a steering wheel. Enough is enough and I had enough of Candy Man two years ago.