Frigid, midnight blue,

Relentless seas roll over…

Edmund Fitzgerald.


Lost with entire crew of 29 on November 10, 1975. Her history can be found here:( Photo: Property of U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, Edmund Fitzgerald-USACE.jpg

In memoriam…

Shooting star, here, gone!

Lighting our lives briefly. Now…

We shine less brightly.

In the past week we’ve seen 52 individuals shot, including 18 killed. Two of the incidents occurred on Naval Bases, or Joint Operating Bases in Pensacola and Pearl Harbor. On December 1st New Orleans had two mass shooting incidents that killed 2 and wounded 12 others. And, today isn’t over… When? When? When?


The question of the day. In fact, when you’re the compliance officer, the question of every day. At least that’s the way it use to be…

Today it seems to be my question of the day about death and dying. Yes, a specific death, that of a friend’s son, sparked this thought but it’s a thought that is much on my mind these days. These times we live in.

You’re right, the concentration and speed of news today emphasizes events out of proportion to their frequency and numbers. But that doesn’t shouldn’t lessen the grief we feel when a life is lost. And the cause doesn’t lessen the pain. Empathy doesn’t make it any less real, shocking, sad.

I am of the generation that can expect to soon deal with death. The passing of parents, aunts, and uncles. Even so, those are not without grief and pain. Regardless of how we console ourselves, each other, that their suffering has ended, the suffering passes to us. Those who have lost a parent out of time can tell you that the years don’t lessen the times we think, ‘What would dad, or mom, or uncle Carl, think about…’ and miss that portion of soul we lost.

So, today I mourn a son’s passing. Not one of my own but a friend’s. Not one I’d met or knew personally. But one more whose passing has caused a trembling within the force.

Sunday Guests: Alfred, Lord Tennyson

A poem to consider in times of conflict. By those who serve and those who don’t.

This is considered one of the greatest poems from Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s tenure as Britain’s Poet Laureate.

The Charge of the Light Brigade

Half a league, half a league,  
  Half a league onward,  
All in the valley of Death  
  Rode the six hundred.  
“Forward, the Light Brigade!  
Charge for the guns!” he said:  
Into the valley of Death  
  Rode the six hundred.  
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”  
Was there a man dismay’d?    
Not tho’ the soldier knew  
  Some one had blunder’d:  
Theirs not to make reply,  
Theirs not to reason why,  
Theirs but to do and die:     
Into the valley of Death  
  Rode the six hundred.  
Cannon to right of them,  
Cannon to left of them,  
Cannon in front of them    
  Volley’d and thunder’d;  
Storm’d at with shot and shell,  
Boldly they rode and well,  
Into the jaws of Death,  
Into the mouth of Hell    
  Rode the six hundred.  
Flash’d all their sabres bare,  
Flash’d as they turn’d in air  
Sabring the gunners there,  
Charging an army, while   
  All the world wonder’d:  
Plunged in the battery-smoke  
Right thro’ the line they broke;  
Cossack and Russian  
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke     
  Shatter’d and sunder’d.  
Then they rode back, but not  
  Not the six hundred.  
Cannon to right of them,  
Cannon to left of them,      
Cannon behind them  
  Volley’d and thunder’d;  
Storm’d at with shot and shell,  
While horse and hero fell,  
They that had fought so well    
Came thro’ the jaws of Death,  
Back from the mouth of Hell,  
All that was left of them,  
  Left of six hundred.  
When can their glory fade?     
O the wild charge they made!  
  All the world wonder’d.  
Honor the charge they made!  
Honor the Light Brigade,  
  Noble six hundred!

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson, was humbly born into a clergyman’s family, one of a dozen children. A father troubled by mental problems, alcohol, and at least two brothers similarly afflicted, resulted in a shy, socially inept young boy entering Trinity College, Cambridge in 1827. Poems he published with a brother about the same time drew little critical attention but did catch the notice of the “Apostles” of Cambridge, a quasi-secret society of intellectuals. One member who championed Tennyson for Apostles membership was Arthur Hallam, whose sudden death four years later would inspire Tennyson’s acclaimed poem In Memoriam. When In Memoriam was published in 1850 it cemented the already popular Tennyson as England’s most popular poet and lead to his being named Poet Laureate on the passing of Wordsworth. In 1883 Tennyson was awarded a peerage by Queen Victoria.

Tennyson’s poem The Charge of the Light Brigade was published in 1855, six weeks after the charge took place.

The Actual Charge of the Light Brigade

On October 25, 1854 the Battle of Balaclava, part of the Crimean War, was being fought between Russian and combined English and French forces. The terrain consisted of rolling hills that form a valley with both ends being slightly higher than the middle of the valley. Lord Raglan, overall commander of the British forces, ordered the light calvary to charge and harass a withdrawing Russian artillery unit. In passing the order downline the vague order was misinterpreted to be for the Light Brigade to make a frontal charge on well established Cossack artillery at the opposite end of the valley. The heights on either side of the valley were controlled by the Russian forces with well established artillery.  Lord Cardigan led the Light Brigade through and into heavy artillery and rifle fire, breasted the Cossack batteries at the end but had to almost immediately begin a retreat back through the withering fire. During the charge and retreat, Cardigan’s brother-in-law Lord Lucan withheld his Heavy Calvary who were more suited for frontal assaults, under the justification that his charge would have been futile and he could more suitably render support and aid to the retreating Light Brigade. It was actually units of the French calvary who provided the greatest aid by clearing some of the batteries and rifle units on one side of the valley in support of the retreating Light Brigade. Since Lord Raglan’s orders were vague the blame, motivations, and responsibility for this senseless act of valor has for years been contested.