Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Love is a many Splendor Thing... Most of the time Anyway...


My girl friend and I were watching “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire” while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, "Do you want to make love?" "No," she answered. I then said, "Is that your final answer?" She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying "Yes." So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."
And that's when the fight started....

I asked my girl friend, "Where do you want to go for our anniversary?" It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation. "Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said. So I suggested, "How about the kitchen?"
And that's when the fight started....

Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked up the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day. I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed and cuddled up to my girl friend’s back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, 'The weather out there is terrible.” My loving girl friend of 10 years replied, “can you believe my stupid boy friend is out fishing in that?”
And then the fight started...

A man and a woman were asleep like two innocent babies. Suddenly, at 3 o'clock in the morning, a loud noise came from outside. The woman, bewildered, jumped up from the bed and yelled at the man 'Holy Crap'. That must be my boy friend!' So the man jumped out of the bed; scared and naked jumped out the window. He smashed himself on the ground, ran through a thorn bush and to his car as fast as he could go. A few minutes later he returned and went up to the bedroom and screamed at the woman, 'I AM your boy friend! The woman yelled back, “Yeah, then why were you running?”
And then the fight started.....

I tried to talk my girl friend into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95. Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95. I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold cream.
And then the fight started....

A woman was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror. She was not happy with what she saw and said to her boy friend, “I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.” The boy friend looks at her and replies, “Your eyesight's damn near perfect.”
And then the fight started.....

I took my girl friend to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first. "I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please." He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?" Nah, she can order for herself."
And then the fight started...

My girl friend and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table. My girl friend asked, “Do you know her?” “Yes,” I sighed, “She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.” “My God!” said my girl friend, “who could think that a person would go on celebrating that long?”
And then the fight started...

After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later. The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt.' So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, “That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me” and she processed my Social Security application. When I got home, I excitedly told my girl friend about my experience at the Social Security office. She said, “You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.”
And then the fight started...

My girl friend sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels.
She asked, “What's on TV?” I said, “Dust.'”
And then the fight started...

My girl friend was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary. She said, “I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.” I bought her a bathroom scale.
And then the fight started...

Friday, September 18, 2009

NOW IT’S TIME TO SHOW OUR LEADERS IN WASHINGTON "PEOPLE POWER" AND THE POWER OF THE INTERNET.


Remember that 2010 is an election year for 1/3 of the senate and 1/2 of the House of Representatives. Wouldn’t it be nice if congress got the message; that the voting taxpayers are finally in charge of the country now...


FIRST OF ALL, LET’S GET A BILL STARTED THAT WOULD PLACE ALL POLITICIANS ON SOCIAL SECURITY


Perhaps we’ve been asking the wrong questions during election years.

Our Senators and Congresswomen do not pay into Social Security and, of course, they do not collect from it.

You see, Social Security benefits were not suitable for persons of their elitist elevation in our society. They felt they should have a special plan for themselves so, many years ago they voted in their own benefit plan.

In more recent years, no congress person has felt the need to change it. After all, it is a great plan.

For all practical purposes their plan works like this:

When they retire, they continue to draw the same pay until they die. Except it may increase from time to time for cost of living adjustments.

For example, Senator Byrd and Congressman White and their wives may expect to draw $7,800,000.00 (that's Seven Million, Eight-Hundred Thousand Dollars), with their wives drawing $275,000.00 during the last years of their lives. This is calculated on an average life span for each of those two Dignitaries.

Younger Dignitaries who retire at an early age, will receive much more during the rest of their lives.

Their cost for this excellent plan is $0.00. ZIP!! NADA!!! ZILCH!!!

This little perk they voted for themselves is free to them. You and I pick up the tab for this plan. The funds for this fine retirement plan come directly from the General Funds;

"OUR TAX DOLLARS AT WORK"!

From our own Social Security Plan, which you and I pay (or have paid) into, every payday until we retire (which amount is matched by our employer). We can expect to get an average of $1,000 per month after retirement.

Or, in other words, we would have to collect our average of $1,000 monthly benefits for 68 years and one (1) month to equal Senator Bill Bradley's benefits!

Social Security could be very good if only one small change were made.


First we need to jerk the Golden Fleece Retirement Plan from under the Senators and Congressmen. They need to be put into the Social Security plan with the rest of us. then we could simply sit back and watch how fast they would fix it!

Oh, and the same goes for their health plan. After all, aren’t we all supposed to be on the same boat and as Americans the tide should rise and fall for us equally? No...

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Results of "Cash for Clunkers" now in…


Wait one moment here, do I have this right or am I on the wrong page…

A vehicle getting 15 mpg and 12,000 miles per year uses 800 gallons a year of gasoline.

A vehicle getting 25 mpg and 12,000 miles per year uses 480 gallons a year.

So, the average Clunker transaction will reduce US gasoline consumption by 320 gallons per year.

They claim 700,000 vehicles, so that's 224 million gallons per year.

That equates to saving a bit over 5 million barrels of oil per year. I repeat---per YEAR.
5 million barrels of oil is about one day's US consumption.

And, 5 million barrels of oil costs about $350 million dollars at $75/bbl.

Our Government "gave" each Clunker Trader $4,500 per car for 700,000 transactions which cost US Taxpayers $3,150,000,000--not including Washington’s usual and normally astounding administrative costs.

So, we all contributed through our taxes to spend more than $3 billion to save $350 million.

How good a deal was that?

Well, now on to Obama administration sponsored Universal Health Care! Let’s keep our fingers crosses that they’ll do a great job on that one though!

Like they say, “Socialism is a great idea, ‘til you run out of other people’s money. I just hope they don’t consider their “fair share” to be in my pockets.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Cuba Sí, Honduras No? What the White House isn’t doing to bolster democracy in Latin America


The Obama administration’s troubling moves in the last two weeks do little to bolster democracy in Latin America.

On the same day last week, with the stated objective of promoting democracy, the Obama administration made it easier for Cuban exiles to visit their families on the island and made it next to impossible for Hondurans to visit the United States. In the interest of defending democracy in Honduras, the administration also rejected elections planned for November. It seems that U.S. diplomats have concluded that the only way to ensure the integrity of Honduran elections is to impose the restoration of ousted president Manuel Zelaya, a would-be autocrat who forfeited his job in June for undermining those elections in the first place.

Most of the world misunderstood the events that led to Zelaya’s legal ouster and his exile on June 28 at the hands of the Honduran military. While some have deferred to the right of the functioning Honduran courts and congress to interpret and apply their own constitution, most governments continue to insist that Zelaya should be restored to power. Unlike most foreigners, Hondurans have read Article 239 of their constitution and have concluded that Zelaya forfeited his legal claim to power by trying to hold on to it by overturning an ironclad term limit. Moreover, Hondurans—most of whom had nothing to do with sending Zelaya into exile—know that Article 375 would hold them legally liable for failing to oppose Zelaya’s crimes.

Regardless of the sincere arguments on both sides, most observers have accepted that Hondurans are virtually united in refusing to allow Zelaya to return to power. Even the demander-in-chief, Venezuelan president Hugo Chavez, conceded ten days ago that Zelaya’s restoration is “hard to imagine.” There was universal acceptance, grudging or otherwise, that presidential elections scheduled for November 29 represented a path back to recognized legitimacy for the Honduran government.

As in many Latin American governments, elections in Honduras are conducted by a nonpartisan tribunal that is a separate and independent branch of government; the four impartial electoral magistrates were chosen for their technical expertise. The date and conditions for this fall’s national elections—to choose a new president and congress—were decreed by Honduras’s Supreme Electoral Tribunal in May. All of the presidential candidates (including the Liberal standard-bearer, Elvin Santos, who was Zelaya’s vice president) were chosen before Zelaya left office. After flirting with the idea of moving up the date for the presidential elections to mollify foreign concerns, Zelaya’s successor has not interfered with the work of the electoral tribunal. Moreover, this same electoral law and tribunal were sufficient to see Zelaya to a narrow victory just four years ago.

But after two months of wrestling with whether or not the events in Honduras even constituted a military coup d’état (and eventually deciding not to decide), the administration adopted draconian sanctions against Honduras by cutting aid, revoking the visas of those supporting Zelaya’s ouster and refusing to issue visas to Hondurans altogether, and delegitimizing elections three months before they are even held.

Because State Department lawyers essentially concluded that Zelaya’s ouster was not a military coup triggering a required response, these tough and blunt measures were clearly discretionary. The fact that these gestures were announced after Zelaya’s most zealous supporters had recognized that he would never be restored to power makes these decisions absolutely gratuitous. The sole impact is to paint Honduras, the United States, and the rest of the international community into a corner by casting doubt on elections that had nothing to do with Zelaya’s ouster other than constituting a rather salutary solution to the whole mess.

For decades, the left has criticized the United States for its alleged failure to respect tiny nations, and the United States has urged these nations to adopt democratic constitutions and institutions worthy of respect. Tangled logic, cynicism, and ideological reasoning have produced a situation where the United States is disrespecting a tiny nation for daring to defend its constitution and institutions against foreign meddling.

It is clear that the clumsy response of the administration is rooted in its desire to run with the pack—in this case a pack led by Hugo Chavez, a man who has cast himself as our principal foe and who has accused the United States of supporting a coup against Zelaya despite our posturing. There clearly is nothing wrong with working in concert with our neighbors, so long as U.S. interests and ideals are advanced in the bargain.

One can only hope that before any permanent damage is done to our credibility or to our friends in Honduras, U.S. policy makers will recognize that what is best for us is supporting elections so the Honduran people can decide what is best for them.

Friday, September 11, 2009

We the People are Coming....


The following letter is circulating around the country and many Americans seem to identify with this 53-year old woman. What do you think...

I'm a home grown American citizen, 53, registered Democrat all my life. Before the last presidential election I registered as a Republican because I no longer felt the Democratic Party represents my views or works to pursue issues important to me. Now I no longer feel the Republican Party represents my views or works to pursue issues important to me. The fact is I no longer feel any political party or representative in Washington represents my views or works to pursue the issues important to me. There must be someone. Please tell me who you are . Please stand up and tell me that you are there and that you're willing to fight for our Constitution as it was written. Please stand up now. You might ask yourself what my views and issues are that I would horribly feel so disenfranchised by both major political parties. What kind of nut job am I? Will you please tell me?

Well, these are briefly my views and issues for which I seek representation:

One, illegal immigration. I want you to stop coddling illegal immigrants and secure our borders. Close the underground tunnels. Stop the violence and the trafficking in drugs and people. No amnesty, not again. Been there, done that, no resolution. P.S., I'm not a racist. This isn't to be confused with legal immigration.

Two, the TARP bill, I want it repealed and I want no further funding supplied to it. We told you no, but you did it anyway. I want the remaining unfunded 95% repealed. Freeze, repeal.

Three: Czars, I want the circumvention of our checks and balances stopped immediately. Fire the czars. No more czars. Government officials answer to the process, not to the president. Stop trampling on our Constitution and honor it.

Four, cap and trade. The debate on global warming is not over. There is more to say.

Five, universal healthcare. I will not be rushed into another expensive decision. Don't you dare try to pass this in the middle of the night and then go on break. Slow down!

Six, growing government control. I want states rights and sovereignty fully restored. I want less government in my life, not more. Shrink it down. Mind your own business. You have enough to take care of with your real obligations. Why don't you start there.

Seven, ACORN. I do not want ACORN and its affiliates in charge of our 2010 census. I want them investigated. I also do not want mandatory escrow fees contributed to them every time on every real estate deal that closes. Stop the funding to ACORN and its affiliates pending impartial audits and investigations. I do not trust them with taking the census over with our taxpayer money. I don't trust them with our taxpayer money. Face up to the allegations against them and get it resolved before taxpayers get any more involved with them. If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, hello. Stop protecting your political buddies. You work for us, the people. Investigate.

Eight, redistribution of wealth. No, no, no. I work for my money. It is mine. I have always worked for people with more money than I have because they gave me jobs. That is the only redistribution of wealth that I will support. I never got a job from a poor person. Why do you want me to hate my employers? Why -- what do you have against shareholders making a profit?

Nine, charitable contributions. Although I never got a job from a poor person, I have helped many in need. Charity belongs in our local communities, where we know our needs best and can use our local talent and our local resources. Butt out, please. We want to do it ourselves.

Ten, corporate bailouts. Knock it off. Sink or swim like the rest of us. If there are hard times ahead, we'll be better off just getting into it and letting the strong survive. Quick and painful. Have you ever ripped off a Band-Aid? We will pull together. Great things happen in America under great hardship. Give us the chance to innovate. We cannot disappoint you more than you have disappointed us.

Eleven, transparency and accountability. How about it? No, really, how about it? Let's have it. Let's say we give the buzzwords a rest and have some straight honest talk. Please try -- please stop manipulating and trying to appease me with clever wording. I am not the idiot you obviously take me for. Stop sneaking around and meeting in back rooms making deals with your friends. It will only be a prelude to your criminal investigation. Stop hiding things from me.

Twelve, unprecedented quick spending. Stop it now.
Take a breath. Listen to the people. Let's just slow down and get some input from some non politicians on the subject. Stop making everything an emergency. Stop speed reading our bills into law. I am not an activist. I am not a community organizer. Nor am I a terrorist, a militant or a violent person. I am a parent and a grandparent. I work. I'm busy. I'm busy. I am busy, and I am tired. I thought we elected competent people to take care of the business of government so that we could work, raise our families, pay our bills, have a little recreation, complain about taxes, endure our hardships, pursue our personal goals, cut our lawn, wash our cars on the weekends and be responsible contributing members of society and teach our children to be the same all while living in the home of the free and land of the brave.

I entrusted you with upholding the Constitution. I believed in the checks and balances to keep from getting far off course. What happened? You are very far off course. Do you really think I find humor in the hiring of a speed reader to unintelligently ramble all through a bill that you signed into law without knowing what it contained? I do not. It is a mockery of the responsibility I have entrusted to you. It is a slap in the face. I am not laughing at your arrogance. Why is it that I feel as if you would not trust me to make a single decision about my own life and how I would live it but you should expect that I should trust you with the debt that you have laid on all of us and our children. We did not want the TARP bill. We said no. We would repeal it if we could. I am sure that we still cannot. There is such urgency and recklessness in all of the recent spending.

From my perspective, it seems that all of you have gone insane. I also know that I am far from alone in these feelings. Do you honestly feel that your current pursuits have merit to patriotic Americans? We want it to stop. We want to put the brakes on everything that is being rushed by us and forced upon us. We want our voice back. You have forced us to put our lives on hold to straighten out the mess that you are making. We have to give up our vacations, our time spent with our children, any relaxation time we may have had and money we cannot afford to spend on you to bring our concerns to Washington . Our president often knows all the right buzzword is unsustainable. Well, no kidding. How many tens of thousands of dollars did the focus group cost to come up with that word? We don't want your overpriced words. Stop treating us like we're morons.

We want all of you to stop focusing on your reelection and do the job we want done, not the job you want done or the job your party wants done. You work for us and at this rate I guarantee you not for long because we are coming. We will be heard and we will be represented. You think we're so busy with our lives that we will never come for you? We are the formerly silent majority, all of us who quietly work , pay taxes, obey the law, vote, save money, keep our noses to the grindstone and we are now looking up at you. You have awakened us, the patriotic spirit so strong and so powerful that it had been sleeping too long. You have pushed us too far. Our numbers are great. They may surprise you. For every one of us who will be there, there will be hundreds more that could not come. Unlike you, we have their trust. We will represent them honestly, rest assured.. They will be at the polls on voting day to usher you out of office. We have cancelled vacations. We will use our last few dollars saved. We will find the representation among us and a grassroots campaign will flourish. We didn't ask for this fight. But the gloves are coming off. We do not come in violence, but we are angry. You will represent us or you will be replaced with someone who will. There are candidates among us that will rise like a Phoenix from the ashes that you have made of our constitution.

Democrat, Republican, independent, libertarian. Understand this. We don't care. Political parties are meaningless to us. Patriotic Americans are willing to do right by us and our Constitution and that is all that matters to us now. We are going to fire all of you who abuse power and seek more. It is not your power. It is ours and we want it back.. We entrusted you with it and you abused it. You are dishonorable. You are dishonest. As Americans we are ashamed of you. You have brought shame to us. If you are not representing the wants and needs of your constituency loudly and consistently, in spite of the objections of your party, you will be fired. Did you hear? We no longer care about your political parties. You need to be loyal to us, not to them. Because we will get you fired and they will not save you. If you do or can represent me, my issues, my views, please stand up. Make your identity known. You need to make some noise about it. Speak up. I need to know who you are. If you do not speak up, you will be herded out with the rest of the sheep and we will replace the whole damn congress if need be one by one. We are coming. Are we coming for you? Who do you represent? What do you represent? Listen. Because we are coming. We the people are coming.

Monday, September 7, 2009

The Red Baron and His Flying Circus - Finest Ace Ever....



The planes Anthony Fokker delivered to the front at the end of 1916 looked very familiar to the airmen. Fokker never made a secret of the fact that he used downed aircraft as models and improved on designs the Allies had been kind enough to test in the field. Out of his factory came the new crop of such aircraft and they were among the best and most advanced to fly in the war.
The Germans portrayed such heroes as Baron Manfred von Richthofen as larger than life. His photo and others like it could be found in nearly every German home during the war.

The first plane the new crop of fliers were given was not a Fokker (though by this time, Anthony Fokker had become a virtual minister of aircraft procurement in the government), but the Albatross D LI (later to evolve into the D LII), a lightweight plywood-frame biplane fighter with a powerful 160-horsepower Mercedes engine and two Spandau machine guns. (At the beginning of the war, Albatross was the largest German aircraft builder, supplying 60 percent of the entire air force. By the war’s end, it could barely field a few fighters, and after the war the company disappeared, appearing briefly in a failed 1919 attempt at commercial aviation.) The German fliers were convinced that these were the finest machines either side had produced—or could produce—until they received the new planes from Fokker.

Richthofen and his Flying Circus became famous flying the Fokkei- Dr I, a triplane that borrowed heavily from the Sopwith Triplane. The Dr I could be controlled by only the best pilots, which limited its deployment. In the hands of Richthofen, the Dr I could zigzag like a large fly, eluding faster planes.

The first was the Fokker Dr I, a triplane modelled after the Sopwith Triplane (made famous by British ace Raymond Collishaw, whose plane was called Black Maria), but including features of the Sopwith Camel, and equipped with an additional wing on the undercarriage for more manoeuvrability. The Dr I was compact and agile, presenting a small target that was almost impossible to hit: a length of less than nineteen feet (6m), a wingspan of less than twenty-four feet (7m), and a top speed of 103 miles per hour (l66kph), which was not the fastest in the sky, but more than enough to evade virtually any attack run.

It was flying this plane that one ace in particular, Manfred von Richthofen, became a legend and one of the most famous fliers in history. Manfred vonl Richthofen was born on Max 2, 1892. to an aristocratic Silesian family. He grew up to he a handsome young man with a proud, piercing stare and steely nerves, and soon came to the attention of Oswald Boelcke, who made him the commander of Jasta 2, renamed Jagdstaffel Boelcke after the great ace’s death. Von Richthofen extended Boelcke’s ideas of teamwork and fostered a unity in the corps that allowed it to function as a single-minded and single-willed unit.

Von Richthofen was still flying an Albatross D II when he won his Blue Max after his eighth kill in November 1916 and when he downed Lanoe Hawker (sometimes called “the British Boelcke”) on November 23. It was this engagement that convinced von Richthofen that he needed a fighter with more agility, even at the expense of speed. By the end of 19 1 6, VOfl Richthofen had acquired the new Fokker Dr I and he flew both it and the Albatross II) Ill, as the situation warranted. After he learned that he had shot down Hawker, von Richthofen painted his plane red out of joy, giving rise to a new epithet, the “Red Baron.”

He created a new squadron consisting of the best fliers in Germany, jasta 11, and the planes began their operations in earnest in January of 1917. In order to camouflage which plane was his, all the planes of Jasta 11 were brightly coloured with much red, though it was clear to most ground observers which airplane was almost entirely red. (The Germans learned that the bright colours of the planes had a disorienting effect on gunners and, far from offering a better target as was feared, gave the pilots a tactical advantage.)

In order to be close to the front, and as mobile as possible to avoid Allied bombing, Jasta 11 (men and planes) were quartered in tents, giving rise to a nickname for the squadron: “the Flying Circus.” The Red Baron often landed near the crash site of a fallen enemy to retrieve a memento. Of all the aces of the war, von Richthofen may lay claim to having been the most complex, the most troubled by the war, and the most uncertain of his role in it. He fought severe headaches and bouts of depression, and recognized more than most the disparity between how the war was going in the air and how Germany was faring on the ground.

By the end of March, the fliers of Jasta 11 were tested and hardened into a cohesive unit that was invincible in the sky. The month of April 1 917 was one of the worst for Allied airmen, as Jasta 11 alone accounted for eighty three victories and 3 1 6 lost airmen. The month became known as “Bloody April” and the Germans were uncontested in the skies over the Somme battlefields below. But on the ground the Germans called 1917 “the turnip year,” as the embargo of the continent by the British continued to strangle the Central Powers. It seemed to all that 1918 might be the fateful year in which the war would end.In 1918 Fokker created one more plane, taking the basic design of the Nieuports and creating the D VII, a biplane thought today to be the finest all-around fighter of the war, and the only plane the Allies insisted the Germans relinquish as a condition of the armistice. But the crash program to turn out these planes came too late to affect the outcome of the war.

By 1918 the Allies had recovered from Bloody April and even von Richthofen’s talents could not overcome the plodding, methodical, piecemeal conquest of the skies by the Allies. Manfred von Richthofen met his end in battle on April 21 1918 probably at the hands of a Canadian pilot of a Sopwith Camel, Captain A. Roy Brown, though questions persisted as to exactly how the Red Baron died. Richtofen, chasing the plane piloted by Captain Brown and being pursued by a plane piloted by another Canadian, Lieutenant Wilford May, was caught by a bullet fired by one or the other of his assailants as he stood and turned to check the tail of his plane. Having fallen in Allied territory, the Red Baron was taken from his plane and given a funeral by the Allies worthy of one of their own fallen aces—the pallbearers were all captains and squadron commanders, as Richthofen himself had been.

Much has been written about the rivalry among the allied forces in World War I to claim the "honour" of having killed Manfred Freiherr von Richthofen, the "Red Baron" (1882-1918). This issue is still being debated periodically in aviation and veterans' magazines 80 years after his death.1,2 Here I review the Red Baron's military medical record, which has been made available to me by approval of his next of kin. It raises the question of whether von Richthofen should have been allowed to fly after having received a head injury during aerial combat on July 6, 1917.

Cadet von Richthofen


Von Richthofen entered the cadet corps on April 18, 1903, aged almost 11 years. His previous medical record showed a history of measles, chickenpox, and rubella. Eyesight was examined yearly and remained 6/6 throughout his brief career.
The medical record for that period is unremarkable with the exception of an injury to the right knee on June 12, 1909, that required a stay in hospital until July 3, 1909. A swelling of his right knee led to another short stay in hospital 1 year later. Surgery was successful and there is no mention of further knee problems during the remainder of von Richthofen's life.

Military Service



Von Richthofen began active military service on May 1, 1911, and served as a cavalry officer; therefore he was later given the title of Rittmeister (literally, riding master), the cavalry term for Captain. 4 years later in May 1915, he switched to the newly established flying force with the explicit goal of becoming a pilot rather than an observer. No mention is made of a medical examination before entering the German flying service in the autobiographies of either von Richthofen or of Ernst Udet, another famous fighter pilot of the period.3,4 There did not seem to be any special requirements or medical examinations to obtain clearance for flight duty among the guidelines of that time for troop fitness.

In his book The Red Air Fighter, von Richthofen mentions how he received his first wound on Sept 4, 1915, while flying on a bombing mission. He was still in training and therefore sitting in the observer's seat of a bomber. When he tried to point out where the bombs had hit, he grazed the little finger of his right hand on the propeller. In his own words, "This did not increase my fondness for bombing planes". He was grounded for 8 days.3 The diagnosis in his medical record was "complicated fracture of the right little finger tip" (figure 1). After initial examination he was transferred to a nearby naval hospital, where he received tetanus immunisation and his finger was splinted. The healing process was unremarkable and he was released from hospital on Sept 10, and declared fit for flying duty.

Von Richthofen remained healthy until July 6, 1917. Up to that date he had been credited with bringing down 57 enemy planes, been decorated with the Pour le Mérite ("Blue Max"), and gained celebrity status in Germany and among the allied forces. On June 25, 1917, he was made commander of the flying unit Jagdgeschwader I (literally, hunting wing I), which had been created the day before (it exists to this day as Jagdgeschwader Richthofen ). At that time the most successful German ace to survive the war, Udet, was credited with six victories in air combat; he ended the war with 62 victories on his record.

Wounded

It is interesting to compare the two available accounts of von Richthofen's crash after he had been shot in the head during aerial combat on July 6, 1917. There is the version that has been published in his autobiography and the story as recorded by the physicians in the medical file. In his book, von Richthofen describes how he was about to attack a Vickers "bomber" and had not even taken the safety catch off his gun when the bomber's observer started to fire at a range of 300 m, a distance that von Richthofen considered to be too far away for "real" combat. In his own words, "the best marksman just does not hit the target at this distance". Suddenly there was a blow to his head and he was totally paralysed and blinded. After a great effort he was able to move his limbs again while sensing that his plane was in a dive; still he could not see. When the darkness slowly lifted he first checked his altimeter, which showed 800 m, a drop of 3200 m within a few moments. He reduced his altitude to 50 m and made a rough landing, when he realised he was going to faint again. He was able to get out of the plane and collapsed remembering only that he had fallen on a thistle and had not been able to move from the spot. After a drive of several hours in a motorcar he was taken to a field hospital.

The history in his medical file is very similar, noting that he did not lose consciousness in the plane. "His arms fell down, legs moved to the front of the plane. The flying apparatus fell towards the ground. At the same time he had a feeling of total blindness and the engine sound was heard as if from a great distance. After regaining his senses and control over his limbs, he estimated that the time of paralysis lasted for only a minute. He descended to an altitude of 50 m to find an appropriate landing spot until he felt that he could no longer fly the aircraft.

Afterwards he could not remember where he had landed. He left the plane and collapsed." His memory of his transportation to the hospital was blurred. Upon arrival von Richthofen immediately told his physician that he had only been able to retain control of the aircraft because he had had the firm conviction that otherwise he would have been a dead man.

The initial diagnosis on reaching hospital was "machinegun (projectile) ricocheting from head". The stay in hospital was uneventful after surgery to ascertain that the bullet had not entered the brain. Von Richthofen stayed in the field hospital for 20 days until July 25, 1917 (figure 2). He left because he wanted to take command of his wing again. The skull wound was not closed, and the bare bone was probably visible until his death. He was advised not to fly until the wound in his head had healed completely. There is a special mention of the fact that even the surgeon in charge held this opinion in the medical file. It was also recorded that "without a doubt there had been a severe concussion of the brain and even more probable a cerebral haemorrhage. For this reason sudden changes in air pressure during flight might lead to disturbances of his consciousness". The record ends with the statement that von Richthofen promised not to resume flying before he had been given permission by a physician.

In the sky again


Kunigunde von Richthofen, mother of the Red Baron, recorded no unusual signs of depression or self doubt when her son was on vacation at home in June, 1917.7 Von Richthofen returned to flying duty on August 18, 1917, and was credited with his 58th aerial victory the same day.8 He was almost sick during this first flight after the injury, and on August 27, 1917, another piece of bone was removed from the open wound that still had a size of 2·5×2·5 cm.3
A new chapter of The Red Air Fighter was added in the spring of 1918, in which von Richthofen mentioned his depression and melancholy when he thought about the future. He describes a totally different von Richthofen than the one who wrote the first edition of The Red Air Fighter. He feels unwell after each air combat and attributes this feeling to his head injury. After landing he stays in his quarters and does not want to see or to talk to anybody.

He also mentions the fact that he had been offered a desk job by "highest order".9 Von Richthofen's biographer Rolf Italiaander also mentions this incident and emphasises that the Kaiser himself had expressed this wish. Oberleutnant Bodenschatz makes no mention of it in his wing diary8 even though, according to Italiaander,10 he gave the message from the Kaiser to von Richthofen. An inquiry at the archives of the former ruling house of Prussia did not turn up such a written order. Von Richthofen refused to leave his wing. It is interesting to note that more than 50 years later during the Cold War Yuri Gagarin and John Glenn were denied a second spaceflight by their countries' leaders because they were heroes whose lives should not be risked.

At the end of January, 1918, when on another visit home, his mother noted the change in her son: she describes him as taciturn, distant, and almost unapproachable. She thought that he had changed because he had seen death too many times.

Fitness for flying duty


Since there were no special rules concerning fitness to fly a combat aircraft, a general view of the ability to perform combat duty has to be considered to determine von Richthofen's ability to serve after his head injury.
In the general rules for determining fitness for military duty that were drawn up in peacetime, a head injury or malformation made a person ineligible for duty only if he could not wear appropriate headgear such as a helmet or cap.6 Pictures of von Richthofen during parades show him wearing a cap with his dressed head wound, so the rule did not apply in his case. Taking a more serious look at suitability for duty of wounded soldiers was necessary after the war dragged on and new replacements became scarce. A series of medical conferences was held in the autumn of 1916 sponsored by the Prussian Ministry of War concerning the evaluation of fitness for military and combat duty of soldiers who had received injuries or wounds. Kurt Goldstein (professor of neurology from Frankfurt am Main) gave a lecture on brain injuries and concluded that fitness for combat duty would only be restored in rare cases and that a qualified evaluation of the course of disease was necessary to make such a determination. He pointed out that only 20% of patients with a skull wound and only 4% of those with a brain injury wound were deemed fit for combat duty again.11 According to those recommendations, von Richthofen should not have been allowed to return to active flight duty since he was diagnosed as having a concussion and cerebral haemorrhage. The physicians and surgeons who treated him knew this, as can be concluded from their strong recommendation to von Richthofen not to fly before his head wound had completely healed.

Killed in action


On April 21, 1918, von Richthofen was shot dead while on a patrol flight. He died just 2 weeks short of his 26th birthday. He was the most successful ace of World War I, and credited with 80 aerial victories. Many attempts have been made to answer the question of whether he was killed by a bullet from the air or ground. Some historians believe that he was shot down from the air by Captain Roy Brown, a Canadian serving in the Royal Air Force, although a hit from the ground cannot be ruled out. On the evening of April 21, 1918, an inspection of the body by a Captain and a Lieutenant of the British Royal Army Medical Corps showed an entrance wound on the right side of the chest in the posterior fold of the armpit; the exit wound was situated at a slightly higher level nearer the front of his chest, about half an inch below the left nipple and about three-quarters of an inch external to it. On April 22, 1918, the consulting surgeon and the consulting physician of the British 4th Army made a surface examination of the body. They found the wounds as described above "and also some minor bruises of the head [and] face. The body was not opened--these facts were ascertained by probing from the surface wounds". Thus ends the available medical record for the Red Baron.

Conclusion


After reviewing the available medical information on von Richthofen and the state of the art in neurology and psychiatry at the time, it is probable that the Red Baron should not have been declared fit for duty after the head wound he received on July 6, 1917. It is most probable that after having been released from the field hospital under the instruction to fly only after getting permission from a physician there were no further medical checks.
The times were such that manpower was sparse. An experienced ace and hero such as von Richthofen could not be grounded against his wishes for public relations reasons. Furthermore von Richthofen's sense of duty and comradeship would not have allowed him to desert his fellow soldiers while he still felt capable of aerial combat.

Epilogue


It was not until 1975 that von Richthofen's remains found a (hopefully final) resting place. After his death he was first buried in a village churchyard at Bertangles near Amiens, France, with full military honours by the Commonwealth forces. Later the coffin was transferred to a War Graves Commission cemetery. During the Weimar Republic, the Invalidenfriedhof in Berlin--the Prussian equivalent of the US Arlington National Cemetery--was to become his resting place by wish of the German government and veterans' organisations. On Nov 20, 1925, he was reburied there. The German President Paul von Hindenburg as well as the Chancellor with nearly the whole cabinet were among the dignitaries present. Von Richthofen's reburial was seen as a symbol of homecoming that was appreciated by the many people whose loved ones were buried in foreign soil or missing in action.
In 1961 when the Berlin Wall was constructed, the Invalidenfriedhof was at the very edge of the demarcation zone in the Russian sector. It was only possible to visit the cemetery with special permission. For this reason von Richthofen's surviving brother, Bolko, who had been in charge of the transfer of the remains from France in 1925, got permission from the East German government to rebury the remains in the family burial plot in Wiesbaden before his death in 1971. The reburial book place in 1975. The original grave marker is kept by the Jadgeschwader Richthofen in Wittmund, Ostfriesland.

Commemorating Labor Day - The Haymarket Massacre...


“The day will come when our silence will be more powerful than the voices you are throttling today."

The scaffold awaited them. They were five, but Lingg got up early for death, exploding a dynamite cap between his teeth. Fischer was seen unhurriedly humming the ‘Marseillaise.’

Parsons, the agitator who used the word like a whip or a knife, grasps the hands of his comrades before the guards tie his own behind his back. Engel, famous for his sharp wit, asks for port wine & then makes them all laugh with a joke. Spies, who so often wrote about anarchism as the entrance into life, prepares himself in silence to enter into death.

The spectators in the orchestra of the theater fix their view on the scaffold — a sign, a noise, the trap door gives way, now they die, in a horrible dance, twisting in the air.

José Martí wrote the story of the execution of the anarchists in Chicago. The working class of the world will bring them back to life every first of May. That was still unknown, but Martí always writes as if he is listening for the cry of a newborn where it is least expected.

"A time will come, when from our coffins Will rise a powerful voice, "Stronger than that which you want now to choke, A thousand times stronger, more striking!"


These were the last words of Spies...

"Hangmen, what do you gain from this? Did you annihilate the spiritual giant? Did you extinguish the sun?"