War story

Sitting in the hospital trying to get over my malaria, I conversed with the Vietnamese nurse. She has no idea who I am but knows I have something to do with fighting. We become friends and talk all day before she went home. After a while, I realized she asked a very lot of questions. One day when I was getting my strength back, she asks me to go to town for lunch with her. She asks me to go to the American PX and buy six cartons of cigarettes for her; she gave me a ration card which in the infantry, I had never seen. The next morning she got me up to go to town again and buy more cigarettes; in all, I bought about thirty cartons with many different ration cards. The next day I was sick to go anywhere, but that afternoon with her girl persuasion, ill or not, I went. Again cigarettes by the cartons, but things go very wrong. In my last six cartons, the MPs (i guess) grabs me and handcuffs me. They start asking me questions about who I was buying the cigarettes for and why. I told them a nurse at the hospital was a good friend. One MP pulls out a picture and asks me if it was her; dam yes, it is. Mp tells me you are lucky to be alive; she will get you to go home with her and never return. They unhandcuff me and give me the cigarettes and tell me to bring them to her, and they would have her arrested. Don’t get nervous were their last words. I walk out of the store. I see her looking at me as if she senses something wrong. As I walk up to her handing her the cartons of cigarettes, everything goes nuts; a motorcycle jumps onto the curb. She jumps on the back as police and MPs come from all directions, the man on the bike opens fire with a pistol, the police open up bullets flying everywhere, the bike flips over, and the girl and guy are lying in the street. The girl is dead; the man struggles to his feet but is shot dead. I walk over to see this pretty woman dead, a so-called friend; somehow, even knowing she most likely hated me, I had an attachment. The MPs drove me back to the hospital. I was weak and very sick, but the thought of the woman would not leave my mind. The next morning I felt better walking to the chow hall. A young Vietnamese man befriended me in the line again All hell breaks loose; he was quickly brought to the ground and arrested. The MPs told me he was the girl’s brother, and they both were NVA spies. I told the doctor I needed to get back to the jungles before I get killed.

THE ATTACK FROM WITHIN BY SOCIALIST

The “socialist democrat party,” after the election of Franlikin Roosevelt as the democrat president, realized that gaining power over the USA as a socialist democrat party, was most likely not going to happen. They learned quickly that the democrats, with the elimination of the southern states with the election of Franklin, in the future, the socialist could dominate this party.

After the election of Franklin Roosvelt Blacks flocked to the democrat party that was still working under “Jim Crow laws” across the south. But because of government work opportunities as they were in desprate need of work and food.(they forgoed the racism for need)This was almost a overnight event. The promise of governemnt support to eat and work was appealling as the nation was in the grips of the great depression.

The socialist even in the nineteen thirties had gain much control of the learning institutions across America teaching socialism and comminism to our young. Socialist biggest problem was the south,it was strongly in the hands of the democrat party. They realized it had to be taken over from within, this turned out to be a stumbling block that took many more years to destory then they had anticipated.

Haley Barbour,(removes stumbling block) I would have to write many paragraphs to explain what this man has done, but I believe he is a new world order follower and undoubtedly not a conservative, much less a man with southerner beliefs. (His love is money and power)He has shaped the state of Mississippi, the nation, that the future I believe if conservatives fail, his statue will reside next to Marx, Lenin, and Mao. (want to read money and evil, he has got it all)

Mississippi has few real conservatives running the state, and by design, most southern traditions are being erased and replaced. The divide and conquer method of destroying the south, along with the teachings of socialism in our schools and Universities, have produced citizens that have neither the courage, the knowledge, or the love of our state nor the south.

Their victory dance was the flag of 1894 , even villianizing the statue of young Ole Miss southern war heros to the back of the bus covered up in disgrace, as a object of hate. The machine of Barbour has taken over the state. The only saving grace, is we, the people can rise and defeat and replace. FINAL VICTORY THEY SHALL NOT GAIN!!!!!!!

MONEY, GOVERNEMENT AND TRUTH

We must remember the country’s debt isn’t the 36 plus trillion we owe at this moment in time. It is around 166 trillion counting unfunded obligations. It has taken us 100 years to aquire this debt,a massive potion of it in the last 30 plus years.

Taxing the rich, I have noticed our leaders both democrat and republican fail to tell the true story. The only people paying real taxes are the high wage earners and the rich. When you consider the amount of money the government rebates back to the citizen, only the high wage earners pay a nickel, and all other citizens are rebated more than they are taxed, some on the lower wage earners rebated more than 56 percent of what they paid in. (basically, 40 percent of the population is supporting the whole) Printing worthless money will cause inflation, and savings will be eroded, countries, people, and foreign governments will stop lending.

HOW DO WE FIX;

Must we first have a plan? One cut the budget 10 percent across the board, leaving nothing out, no adjusting for inflation, straight 10 percent. Hold spending for four years. At the end of the 5th year, the budget will be balanced. It took 100 years to get into this situation; it will take 50 or 60 years to get out. The country’s growth will fix the dollar figures as long as we can lead and maintain a balanced budget. After five years, we can adjust our spending to the actual growth of GDP.

Of course this is simplified to have everyone be able to understand. There are many programs that can be eleminated in our correction course for the nation. We must remember doing nothing throwing our hands in the air, only doom our children of the future. NO PLAN, NO ACTION, EQUALS FAILURE!!

Jump school 1967
Posted on October 28, 2021 by richardboyanton
Fort Sill, Oklahoma, stood in formation with about 400 other men being called out to my next duty station, Fort Benning, Georgia, jump school. I forgot that I had even signed up for this; the thoughts now of A 17-year-old soldier are what I want to do, in reality. I was taken to the bus depot with a duffle bag and orders in hand. My long ride to live in my head and wonder, hey, I have never flown in a big plane at all. I have only flown twice in a small plane. The idea of jumping now seems to be unreal. Why would I think I would like even to try this? Maybe I will tell them I changed my mind.
Daylight is coming as we pull up to see the 250′ towers staring at me with soldiers being taken up and dropped; a dam that looks scary—the exiting the bus with the intense cadre screaming out orders and commands. I am assigned to Alpha barracks; off I go with a duffle bag .
I was assigned to a squad of soldiers much older than myself; one from up north had been in the army before and naturally became our self appointed leader. He pulled us all together to say a prayer and to swear that all of us would make it together out of jump school. I thought to myself, damn, now you have done it, no turning back now.
Jump school was the hardest thing I had ever done up to that time, but here I am, the first man in the door in an old c-119 aircraft. These planes were so old on take off the rivets holding the planes together were hitting our helmets? You can see the holes they leave in the airframe. The airforce jumpmaster had told us upfront that jumping out of these planes was a pleasure. Landing in them is scary.
Standing in the door looking at the red light anticipating my jump, any second, just to be told by jumpmaster, we were going around somehow we were too far to the right of the DZ. The old plane turning made noises that you could even hear over the sound of the loud engines in these old planes. I told myself, at least I can jump.
The nervousness inside is almost unbearable; I see the DZ and know it won’t be long, suddenly. Out of nowhere, the light turns green; I am frozen for a second as I am shoved out of the plane. I look up to see a perfect chute and marvel at it knowing I had made at least one jump. We are taught not to look at the ground to make a PLF (parachute landing fall) on the landing not to tighten up our body to anticipate hitting the ground. At the very last second before impact, I took a peek at the ground, oh shit. It is coming up fast I tighten up and land on my right foot. It is sprung and feels like it is broken. I can’t stand it. Our self-appointed leader comes over to me with other soldiers to help me up; stand up, remember if you don’t make these next jumps, you will have to go through all this again. It was so painful running back to the deuce and half trucks that I thought I would pass out.
Once in the barracks, the men in my squad started working on my ankle. It was so swollen that most believed i was done. Our self-appointed leader had none of it; he stayed awake all night, keeping blood going to my foot area. To the surprise, the ankle and foot were still swollen but not near as bad as they had been. I wear a size 8.5 boot; one soldier that wars a size 12 give me one of his boots and laces it up with incredible pain, I endured and off for the next jump.
I graduated from jump school with all my jumps in hand; my ankle and foot took over a year to heal, but never in that year did I miss a jump or ever miss an assignment; in fact, the ankle didn’t fully recover until I was in Vietnam.

Good intentions will not save you

Once upon a time in Vietnam, there was a group of soldiers talking, One soldier being black the rest of us were white. I mention that I joined the army at 17 that it was my plan to join from the time I was very young. All the others were drafted and had no intention of joining the military. Every one of them had a good reason why they shouldn’t have had to go but here they where. The black man was a shake and bake(4 weeks of training to lead men into battle with no experience, paid to die)Sargent very smart but not really friendly I guess he had only been with the company a few days. He started talking about getting drafted and going to Canada. He said once he was drafted his mother took all the money the family had saved to give to him while he looked for a job in Canada. He had it all worked out even his girlfriend was coming. He came home to confront his father about his plans(he didn’t live with the mother) but wasn’t surprised at his dad’s response. He said son do as you wish. Remember this is bigger then you this isn’t a white or black thing it is a country thing. White people are running to Canada every day they will have to answer to the government someday. Son, I joined the army world war two as a second class soldier and was proud to serve. I always held the belief the men that wrote the constitution were great men they just failed to include everyone. I know you and I are as good as anyone else, this country belongs to us as much as to any other man. Son, not everything going to be free, you may live in Canada but you will carry that with you for the rest of your life. He left his dad’s started thinking is he asking me to die. He drove in his car for over a day not talking to anyone, he said his mother was extremely mad. The next thing he told her made her break down into uncontrollable tears. He said to her that he had made his mind up to not go to Canada but report for duty, here I am. That was the last time that I have seen him alive, I help load his body onto a chopper not too many weeks later. I couldn’t help but think what his father thought about hearing The news, I know The pain would have been tremendous. My son a marine was headed to Iraq (ended up not going) my thoughts were of this soldier’s dad.
We as Americans have all arrived at where we are at this moment in time, our journeys are different, our beliefs are different, our reasonings are different, The love of God, family, and country keeps us tied together, never kneel except to God.

Now 17 today
Posted on September 17, 2021 by richardboyanton
At 55 I received a very special gift, daughter, brown-eyed beauty. My wife had a job she had to be gone 13 weeks and home three and gone again. This child was the only child I had to change the diapers to fix the food and take to the lady watching her and pick her up by myself. I decided it was easier to buy new clothes instead of washing old ones, soon I realized that this was expensive and we had lots of dirty clothes. My wife came home like a hurricane letting me know quickly my shortcomings which were many. She removed my apparatus in the tub that I used to clean her butt, rearranging back where she had put everything, washed the clothes, and got us back on track again. She would leave and I would reconnect, re-unarranged all the changes she had made back to what worked for me. Washing clothes isn’t that hard, it is getting them to the washing machine and then to the dryer, to my dismay, folding and hanging was the real job, I got used to the washing, drying, and what my wife called stacking on the table in mountain shape. As time went by I hated clothes but hated them not folded and put up, so I kept up washing them every day. My daughter and I became so close that when mother came home it was a war, she had her rules that my girl was not following with her dad, so it was daddy and daughter against the mother, we had some knock drag-out fights, we would start getting things in order and my wife would have to leave again back to the daddy-daughter world. As a father changing diapers I did maybe one or two with my first three kids, I didn’t realize this was an ever-hour thing, sugar and spice were a lie, there was no sugar or spice in her diapers. My wife would walk the babies when they were sick, most of the time, this baby had to be walked by her dad, I know I walked millions of miles when she had a temperature, “I believe walking sometimes, I was asleep” We decided to take her to a Church daycare, she hated it. I would pull up into the driveway and she would start crying, it broke me intoleaving her when she was crying so hard, so the second or third day I turned around and went back to get her, she was crying loud sitting on a mat no one cared, this daddy was hot, I stepped over the gate got my daughter, her little arms headed to the sky, not able to talk but her face screamed daddy, daddy, I picked her up and started back over the gate with her, Mr what are doing, I am taking my daughter with me, is there something wrong, I remember telling myself to not say anything because nothing I would say was going to be good. I went to work with my now happy daughter. My nickname for her was butter bean she was a little chunky, but sweet most of the time. As time past she wanted and got her Daddy s full attention, many, many stories. Dads that have never had to deal with a little girl by themselves it is a chore, I wouldn’t change one minute for all the love I received back from my little now 15-year-old girl. Now to work.

THE GREAT PATROIT WAR OVER VACCINATIONS
Posted on August 27, 2021 by richardboyanton
ÔAUGUST 21, 2021,
“Freedom,” the constitution didn’t give the states or the federal government the ability to take “RIGHTS” that the bill of the rights granted all citizens, not the government. The mandatory mask for ordinary people that dont extend to the mighty ones in power is a prime example. Vaccination on demand by the government is an excellent example of overstepping the constitution. The insurrection of the socialist democrats and their (bought and paid for) republicans by bankrupting the nation by deficit spending. I hope this isnt the spark that, in the end, moves the country close to war. The mandatory vaccination has many freedom-minded Patroits itchy and uncomfortable with both state and federal officials, elected and appointed. The defunding of the police in many large cities has proven to escalate crime that hasn’t been seen in years. The socialist democrats in handling Afghanistan pull-out look like minor league politicians(many politicians worldwide believe this government to be weak and unknowing). Our brave Army, Navy, and Marine service members killed from the unelected President’s neglect are a disgrace, and we should demand his removal immediately, if not sooner.

THE JANUARY INSURRECTION THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN

FREEDOM IS EARNED, NOT GIVEN, WE MUST STAND
Posted on August 26, 2021 by richardboyanton
The idea was that a horned man and an unarmed woman killed by armed “policeman” were storming the capital to take over the government is plain ludicrous. Not even a liberal Hollywood producer could make that into a watchable documentary. The unelected President Biden is saying the greatest fear in america is the “white supremacist,” when held up to scrutiny, is idiotic, unsubstantiated, without a once of truth. Google, which states 52 percent of all murdered people in America, is done by 6.5 percent of the population (black males). Police call out black males because they are the men who are committing way more than their fair share of crimes in the country. Back to the insurrection, had this been a planned insurrection, the men making laws for the nation would have been under the armed guards of the attackers. Most people against this unelected government are ordinary hardworking ex-soldiers or men who back these types of men. I fear the time is nearer to a revolt than peace; the divide is unmendable, I no longer believe peace will be the answer. The socialist democrats, along with there republican “plants,” realize to bankrupt the nation, allows them to rewrite the constitution, build the country, in their image, the HAMMER, AND SICKLE ( they care less about the needs of the citizens, of the nation after bankruptcy, just that they will rule)

BOXING BAY SAINT LOUIS
Posted on August 20, 2021 by richardboyanton
The buttercup cafe Wednesday morning with wife, the oldest daughter, and granddaughter (and dog) at the buttercup cafe on 2nd street early in the morning around 7 am. Sitting drinking coffee, suddenly, out of nowhere, a squirrel comes falling out of the tree above us, hits my daughter in the arm; we are all shocked. The squirrel shakes its head jumps up off the concrete making the dog go crazy, and heads back up the tree at full speed. I hadn’t realized a squirrel hit her until the fight above us became an entire battle. Again the same squirrel gets knocked out of the tree, almost hitting my daughter, he hits the hard concrete, but you can sense he was pissed, jumps up, back up the tree again, more fighting he is knocked out of rhe tree again, this time almost hitting my wife. I started to mention we should maybe move before someone gets hurt, but before the words are out of my mouth, he is knocked out of the tree again. Dam, let’s move. I guess the concrete proved to be too much the last time the squirrel crosses 2nd street, making some nasty sounds at the winner in the tree—the excellent squirrel battle at BAY SAINT LOUIS Buttercup cafe.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL OLDEST DAUGHTER DONNA

The making of a daughter, take one young soldier probably messed up before the war but defiantly fearlessly messed up after. Take a very bossy very young beautiful girl that thought she could control the uncontrollable then put them together to make a kid. The day Donna was born Grace and me were making fence appointments, I stopped and bought her some kind of drink and cake and headed to my destination. As usual my speed going over a railroad track gave us a good jolt on the other side, she tells me I think my water broke, I answered what the hell you mean your water broke, she tells me this happens before birth, dam, should we go to the hospital or can you wait, tell after the appointment, she answers, yea I think I can wait. So off to the appointment but shortly she says I am hurting, hum I think, baby, maybe we should go to hospital, first, she answers ok, off we go. We arrive at the hospital and she is in great pain, I really don’t know what I was expecting, but not this, she just having a kid. We are taken to some room the doctor comes in and tells Grace something about being dilated some number, he turns to me and ask if I was going to stay in for the birth of the child (at this time in the world it was still a guessing game what gender) I look at Grace she is in great pain and squeezing my hand so hard, nope doctor, I will most likely be in the way, and I know nothing about a girl having a baby. I kiss her and head to the cafeteria to get something to eat, I am not there long enough to get the sandwich out of the wrapper when over the loud speaker in the cafeteria, Richard Boyanton please come to the baby viewing room, I guess this goes really quick. I take my sandwich and head to the three floor to see my little boy, the boys I see are all located on the left side of the hall, I walk over and start looking at the names on the beds, funny no Boyanton, not far away I hear someone say are you mister Boyanton, yes, you didn’t have a boy you had a girl, I was so shocked I had believed a 100 percent that we were going to have a boy. I stroll down to the right side of hall she was all bundled up big blue eyes, an unbelievable site if you ever heard of falling in love at first site I did. The nurse put a mask on me handed me this package I held her for a long time, the amazement that this was some of me and a creation of my wife and me I still fill today, happy birthday Donna I love you. PS I still think you are a little girl. love dad

SOUTHERN HERITAGE AND PRIDE
Posted on July 30, 2021 by richardboyanton
The fight may not be a war of blood, but it will become nasty, as I and many others must attack the hate of southerners by our state government in Jackson. The picture they have painted with no gain at all, except maybe Money to themselves, is whites in Mississippi are all racist except these honorable men that lead us. Who would have ever believed that leaders could get elected in Mississippi, that their leadership mirrors closer to socialist democrats than any republican ever elected. The leadership to retain the flag of 1894 wasn’t asking for and realized they wouldn’t get approval from our beloved leaders of the state government; they just wanted it to be a choice in an election, these left-leaning leaders realized they might lose, and whoever lights Biden’s glow plugs may not light theirs. My fight from this moment on is their defeat; at any cost, it makes no difference if electing a socialist democrat or one wearing a republican name tag.
My dead Uncle who graduated from Ole Miss would be ashamed; the statue of Ole Miss soldiers who died in the war between the states held a place of honor for Mississippi and the whole of the south. Now with a blanket of disgrace covering it, in a most unhonorable place is a complete disgrace. We cannot keep allowing these men of no honor to proclaim they are true southerners protecting Mississippians; their every action proves to me and many others to belong to the crowd in DC, more than Mississippi.
History lesson,
At some point in time, good sense overpowers fear, and the few change the many, we must stop these carpetbaggers!

January 22, 2022
MY SPEECH HONORING DOCTOR MARTIN LUTHER KING AWARDS IN COLLINS MS
I was too sick to go, and I was to say the pledge of allegiances and give a speech, Honoring Doctor Martin Luther King. (for the award they gave me)

Ladys and Gentlemen thank you for having me and honoring me to help honor this man.

This, my friends, is the second time in two years that I have been to this event and the first time to win the award; thank you all very much. Today’s speech will not please everyone, but it comes from my heart and soul. Reading the many writings of the Great Martin Luther king, I realized there was more to this man than meets the eyes. His far-reaching thoughts on” black and whites”, hand and hand at the play yards, that not judging a man by the color of his skin. He never envisioned an America divided by race again once freedom was gained. We are witnessing it at this moment in time. They removed the statues of American heroes founding fathers statues, renaming institutions of higher learning, removing statues of presidents. Some here, I think, see these maybe as victories; I do not; they are drum beats to war. We must watch the socialist democrats that will lead the country to a revolt; they can hide by their whiteness but not the black man. We must understand there is no real race divide in most Americans; there is an economic divide that can be conquered once all Americans conquer the socialists. Freedom comes with responsibilities of citizens, unlike slavery of socialism where the whole is more important than the individual. We all choose our likes and dislikes, but we are all truly free to follow our paths. The biggest problem we have is leadership in all our larger cities that tomorrow, the next day, next month, or next year that the country will awaken to the knowledge of the possibility of our demise.

In closing, “ a little story” when I was very young in Savannah, Ga A giant fish swam over the overspill into a small pond, it took me hours to chase it down bringing it home my father said that white people don’t eat that type of fish. I decided to walk to the black boy’s house that I played with occasionally and see if they wanted it. (my passed father said I was only 6) Walk on up the steps with this hefty fish. HearJR’s mother screamed to her husband to help me. What you got, I told them how I caught it, and my dad said it was not white people eating fish. She laughs Honey, you go out and play with JR, and you be the judge. We played a while the husband told us to wash up. Sitting down to eat and eating much more than my share, she gave me a piece to bring to my dad; I ate on the way home.

I want all to know I love all people as most Americans do, but as most of us will tell you, if you attack our home and family it matters not your skin color . I would ask , what have our cities gain by all this lawlessness but more death to young blacks, these socialist leaders have no cures,they only want to rule at all cost. GOD BLESS

March 9, 2022

USELESS WARS, DEATH TO THE INNOCENT

Some of my worst memories of war in Vietnam weren’t the killing of each other’s soldiers but the innocent civilians. In the middle of a firefight in a village, I killed an NVA soldier in a houch and ready a hand grenade to throw into to make sure all were dead. I noticed some movement or a shadow in the structure and pulled the pin of the grenade; my inter thoughts told me maybe I shouldn’t throw it at this moment time, at the same time I am taking fire from another direction, I dropped the pin to the grenade at the same time, without another thought threw the grenade into the house, it explodes. The aftermath of the firefight is forever etched in my mind; in investigating my grenade work, I had killed a family. Soldiers are humans and must live with their actions, good or bad, and the bad sometimes is very bad; at 18 years old, you have memories that live in you forever.

Many times going into villages and jungles we came across dead cilvialns from, altillery , air strikes and mortors the cost in my mind became to much for me to believe we were doing the right thing.

Wars never fix problems they destory them and creat new ones. I have discovered that all people that build these weapons given the chance go to war. Nuclear war is in the horizen if we are to let these types of leaders lead in the new world. In the name of the Old Sovite Empire or the American forced democracy on nations that have no desire or want.

Ukraine, the killing of the innocent, remember, these are real people. They are mothers and fathers, their kids and older men and women until the invasion sat watching television as we are in the states with very little thought of war and death.

Ask yourself with all these “wars” “conflicts” what have they accomplished, not much. The nations now that have nuclear weapons and or will have shortly ,will, at some time, in the future, cause great harm and death. PRAY FOR PEACE

THE WAR AGAINST FREEDOM OF SPEECH

Who would have ever dreamt that Americans, the lovers of free speech, would allow socialists both in the democrat party and rino members of the republican party to erase the free speech of conservatives and patriots of America? Corporations that cross state lines with the benefits of making money must treat their customers the same in each state; they do not! These corporations, with the help of socialist and weak-kneed republicans, remove destroy any speech they so desire. There is no review, no truth they must follow, and any half-wit can claim bulling on any post whatsoever.

Unamerican politicians that hate capitalism and freedom of speech must be voted out of the office and replaced with men that can stand on their own two feet and love America over the love of money. We must remove corporations to have the ability on their own to determine what freedom of speech is. WE MUST STAND NOW, MAKE THESE COWARDS STOP

March 6, 2022

MONEY POLITICIANS THEFT AND LIES MISSISSIPPI

It doesn’t take long to figure out our politicians are spreading money around to each other like they are millionaires. State Senator Phillip Moran sends money to LT Governor Hosemann from his campaign funds each year in the thousands of dollars. This money he was given by supporters that may not like their money going to “Hosemann.” The Lieutenant Governor seems to be selling something to these state senators and other politicians in the state; many of them send him money from their campaign funds,” WHY.” I wonder what he could be selling that makes men like Phillip Moran take money from his campaign donations and give it to another politician. This is widespread amongst many of these elected politicians. I have not been able to get a straight answer about politicians giving each other monies from the campaign funds being legal, but it smells.

Loans paybacks is another avenue we are working on; we have politicians paying loans back to themselves that we can’t find the original loan they made to the campaign. This is widespread; also not going to mention names until I am 100 percent sure the loans were made somehow but not listed (by law, they should be). Some politicians have numerous loans with no originality on but a few of the loans, so far, again I am mentioning these because, at this moment in time, they look bad but might have “explanation.”

It seems State Senator Brice Wiggins isn’t the only politician that used his state campaign funds to fund his national ambitions to be a Federal Congressmen, “I am sure”, but how does a Lawyer, a state Senator that helps make the laws that we must live by not follow simple campaign laws.

“Congressman Palazzo,” a CPA, and many years a congressman was found 6 to 0 by investigation to have spent campaigns funds illegally (his second time). My brother Carl Boyanton initiated this investigation with his time and money after reviewing Mr. Palazzo’s filings and reporting them to investigators. This is over two or so years ago, and the men that will decide his fate, is his colleagues in congress; how strange. They are not in any hurry for sure. We in the Republican Party should demand better, but as long as he wins, the party will back him, sad. (My brother Carl Boyanton is running against Palazzo for the second time in 2022)

Bennie Thompson, wow, the man has more employees than all elected politicians. He must have half the district on his payroll (not in reality, to make the point). I believe he took most of Mississippi to watch the Jaguars football team play a game; he paid a ton of money for tickets. The money again we are investigating and don’t have enough information to say anything else, but again it is glaring.

We as voters must keep politicians honest. It takes time to read and check out discrepancies, and we should make sure that we are not accusing anyone of anything until we are very sure of what we are saying. I and others have many things that don’t add up, but they must be proven first. GOD BLESS MISSISSIPPI

February 27, 2022

COURAGE

COURAGE
“The unseen wounds of war.”

(History is a teaching lesson on what to do and what not to do, erasing history doesn’t change it)

I sometimes go deep in my mind remembering one day how I felt riding in a chopper with soldiers that had just been killed in a battle. This one soldier’s head was turned in my direction, and I could see his eyes. I couldn’t stop staring and thinking about his parents or wife had no idea that he had just died. They could be sitting at the supper table saying a prayer for the young man, and he is gone. A part of you realizes that this could be you at some time lying on the floor of a chopper headed to eternity. As an 18-year-old soldier, death became something I wasn’t afraid of, and that frightens me even now. In some deep feeling, the end stops the fear. This soldier had no more fear, and I realized that I was crying not for myself but for a man I didn’t even know. I wiped my eyes and told myself that I was weak; this is war, seen many men die, it seems as if I am trying to lie to myself. My thoughts seem to all come together as we land on tock; I help to unload the brave soldiers into stretchers of death when the man I had been looking at before was again facing me; I lost all control, my tears were now flowing without end. The men on the pad believed it was a friend of mine, and all tried to console, not knowing he was just a man. “Courage lives and dies in each man. At least his fears are over.”

A STORY;

Long ago in Social Circle GA. , my brother-in-law Horace decided after drinking a few dozen beers that it would be a good time to go hunt a deer, 4 legged. Not to mention that it was July and the deer season had been closed forever. He and some other man jump into a pickup and went hunting. After a little drive that notices five or six deer in this man front yard, they pulled over and he pulled out his 3030 and shoot a big mama deer, then drove off at a high rate of speed. They came back to the house drank another beer or to then decided to go check and see if anyone was around where they had killed the deer. They drove by the house slowly and turned around drove back, no sign of a problem. They stopped grab the wheelbarrow out of the back of the truck and ran to the deer throwing it into the back of the truck, as the deer hit the bed of the truck it was like the fourth of July lights came on “every direction”, more policemen then at a police convention. The house was the sheriff’s house for Walton county and he wasn’t happy. The next day i bailed him out of jail for a thousand dollar cash bond. Three weeks later he went to court, we were sitting in the back row when they said every one raise for the Judge entering the court. He tells everyone to sit down, it was a full courtroom, he had a lot of cases, but he right off the bat,” says is Horace Garcia in the courtroom”, Horace says hear sir, this will be our first case today so we can get this man on into jail. I said dam not good, Horace lost all his color. The judge said explain yourself if you can. Horace told the judge that he was hungry and needed food. The judge tells him you are a lier sir, you were drunk, your overweight, and stupid. No sir, I was really hungry. I have heard enough you will go to the county jail for 90 days and a 5000 dollar fine, take him away now. At this time I stood up, your honor can I say something, Judge oh my “God” this better be good. Your honor Horace is an employee of mine and is head of my install crew it would cause my business great harm to lose him for 90 days. Judge says how can a man that is part of an install crew be hungry. I laughed no, your honor, drunk not hungry. You sit down and wait till I get all my calendar cleaned, I will think about it. After everyone left the courtroom he tells Horace you are lucky, I am going to let you out to work, you must pay 1000 upfront on the fine and bring the court 200 per week or you go to jail for 6 months, this first time I ever knew Horace to pay a bill on time.

When life has stopped ,and all breath is gone, no more sounds to hear, or mountains to climb, no tears are left for you to shed, no sorrow to feel, all laughter is gone, the eyes are dead and closed for all others to see, you are headed for eternity. rwb

March 21, 2022
A STORY FROM HELL

Covington la, around about early 1980s listening to the radio singing along with a song driving to a fencing appointment late August. I arrive at the address noticing the property was very overgrown, and the grass hadn’t been mowed in a while. Getting out of my car, 3 or 4 dogs came running 90 miles an hour to attack me. I get back into the car. This was before cell phones, and I wasn’t getting out of the car with three dogs barking and running around like they wanted to tear me apart. Soon, a neighbor came out and told the dogs to sit, and they did. I got out of the car talking to the older man. This woman came out of the house screaming at me that I was late, and she didn’t want an appointment any more, “thank you.” I say no problem!!! have a nice day!!!. I am headed back to the car; she yells, are the siding man “right”?? NO, lady, I am the fence man, “oh” I want a fence estimate; why didn’t you say you were the fenceman. Lady, I don’t remember you giving me a chance to say who I was ,”you attacked.” This lady is huge, and I am talking large, at least 500 pounds, if I was to guess. She told me to follow her around to the back of the yeard; she would show me what to measure. “I only want to leave now”, “she has pissed me off”. This lady’s property is overgrown, and that is A understatement. The grass may not have been mowed in months or years.
She led me to the back of the property to measure her fence yard, it Sloples down about 30 feet, and there was a three-foot spring running across her property about a foot deep with running water.

I take my 50’ measureing tape over to the right side of the property to measure this fence line. The overgrowth made it hard to see any thing and my tape tangled on a log laying in the fence line. I reached down to untangle the tape to my great surprise this 6 foot or so water moccasin was now in my hand ,it was trying to bite me, he lunged, I moved my hand up the snake below his head, he wrapped his whole body around my arm, his head was turning around my hand, he was, or she was powerful and not happy. I turned to the lady for help; she saw the snake, passed out, and started rolling down the hill to the stream; she splashes in. I ran down to the creek with a snake in hand and pull her face out from underwater, and she is still passed out. I tied her hair around a root to keep her from drowning. I head up the hill, I see the next-door neighbor, and I scream for him to get help; he screams back that he won’t get involved, he goes into his house. The snake and I are not happy with each other I am trying to put his head in between a screen door to pinch it off; I am not a snake person,i don’t like being around them and most certinlly not to hold one. The lady awakes , I hear a scream from the stream and run down the hill, the woman being so large she has damed up the water now it is flowin over the top of her, she is in real trouble. I lifted her head again, but I had to untie her hair because it was now holding her head underwater. I hear police sirens and assume the older man must have called the police; a few minutes later, with a woman’s head just barely above water; “I hear a policeman telling me to put my hands up. I say to him that I can’t. “I have a woman’s head”, It will go underwater, he yells again, let me see your hands , or he will shoot; there is now about nine cops all around me, guns drawn, and this huge woman with her head I am holding with one my arm ,her dress is now covering both of us, we are hiding under somewhat of a tent,water going all around both her and me. The cops with guns are screaming at me to stand up. Finally, one of the cops goes to the other side of the stream looking me straight in the eyes, and tells me to get up again; “I tell him I can’t !!!!!!!”, he sees the snake on my arm, he puts his gun away walks over. I tell the story real quick as everyone tries to get this woman out of the stream.

One of the police officers takes out a very sharp knife and cuts the snake’s head off, blood everywhere. We turn around; the woman is in worse shape. She has the stream completely blocked with no water going around her, and it is now going over the top of her. The cop in charge gets some shovels from her deck, and they dig a channel around her; this saves her from drowning. They work for an hour without luck getting women out of the ditch. Police knock down an old fence and bring in a backhoe from a construction site down the road, still no luck. Firemen that had just arrived stated they had a leather harness they lifted some large animal out of a ditch a few days earlier(I didn’t want to say cow; it wouldn’t be politically correct). After digging, damning, redirecting, and securing a leather strap around her body, they lifted her out of the ditch. The woman looked like she had been beaten; as they lay her on the gurney with police, her husband, and many neighbors, she screams at me look what you have done!!!!

Just another exciting day for the lonely fencman!!!!!!!

December 14, 2021

BEING ARMED

A couple of weeks ago, New Orleans Home depot ,I had, unknowingly pulled into an argument over a parking spot that I inadvertently parked. Getting out of the car I was quickly in the center of the MF words and to move my truck. I looked to see a truck parked behind the vehicle next to my parking place, at this time the argument switched from them over to me. It was easy to see the one man was inflamed and very aggressive. I would have moved , but it was now past the time of understanding . As i got out of the truck my 9mm pistol on my side the angry man instantly calmed down. I have a habit of putting my hand on the handle, they reaalized quickly, I was armed. At 72 I no longer can fist fight with a man in his thirties but most certinly can out shoot and will never let you get into my safty zone.

Two or three years ago, in the 9th ward of New Orleans pulled over to the side of the road because the GPS was sending me all over the place. I always look around for problems (my time in Vietnam). I noticed about a block down the road five young men coming in my direction. I looked back after a few minutes and caught only 4. Looking through my mirrors, I could see one man ducking down behind my truck, and I guess he ran to get there so fast. I pulled out my 357 rolled my window more than half down, watching this young man slowly moving up the side of my truck; on his arrival at my window, he was looking down the barrel of this pistol. He screams out, what are you doing? I only want directions,I mention to him if those other men get to the side of my truck, we will see how he has been living and whether he goes to heaven or hell.

Easy targets are what these criminals are looking. A family unprotected by a father is an easy target, no guarantee even if you give your money, you or your family will live. We must remember governments are allowing the worst murders and thieves right back on the streets, they have little to no fear of the law. Never allow someone to get into your comfort zone. THEY DO FEAR A MAN THAT FIGHTS BACK AND HAS LITTLE TO NO FEAR.

Being armed, trained, my save you or someone you know life. No gun on its own has ever killed anyone. Be safe

March 22, 2022

“WHAT DOES A HEART ATTACK FEEL LIKE”

I had a 96 percent blockage in the front of my heart. The pain and nausea were unbearable, and I was close to death. I dropped to my knees, knowing instantly I was in big trouble. My strength is gone; I couldn’t see out of one eye. I held my phone, trying to call 911 but couldn’t. If you can imagine sticking an ice pick into your heart between your chest bones repeatedly, I would imagine that would equal the pain. With my almost last breath, I got into my car, leaving my office by the silver slipper sign, headed to the Hancock hospital, about 6 miles. The pain let up just a little as I passed the lower bay road. I had visions of maybe driving to get my wife in Diamondhead , but that left when the pain increased in intensity. I went around a car at the circle K light with one eye on the road, and I had no air left in my lungs. I drove to the front door of the waiting room, over the curb, and I had nothing left; once I went into the waiting room, I whispered a scream; I am having a heart attack as I hit the floor. The amount of pain on a scale from 1 to 10 was 11. After they hooked me up to the heart machines and IVs in my arms, nitro pills under my tongue, the pain loosened up for a few seconds, then all of a sudden lights blinking machine screaming and everyone looking worried, the doctor screaming orders as they shoot stuff into IVs, you could see he was concerned.

I saw no light, and I had no thoughts of family and friends; the pain was so great that it was the only feeling. The doctor, on my leaving in the ambulance from Hancock to Slidell memorial, told the driver not to go to the emergency room on arrival, “go straight to the heart lab.” (My pain let up a little on the way, and then I kissed each family member bye in my mind’ in case it was over.)

March 22, 2022
“WHAT DOES A HEART ATTACK FEEL LIKE”

I had a 96 percent blockage in the front of my heart in January 2020. The pain and nausea were unbearable, and I was close to death. I dropped to my knees, knowing instantly I was in big trouble. My strength was gone; I couldn’t see out of one eye. I held my phone, trying to call 911 but couldn’t. If you can imagine sticking an ice pick into your heart between your chest bones repeatedly, I would imagine that would equal the pain. With my almost last breath, I got into my car, leaving my office by the silver slipper sign, headed to the Hancock hospital, about 3 or 4 miles. The pain let up just a little as I passed the lower bay road. I had visions of maybe driving to get my wife in Diamondhead, but that left when the pain increased in intensity. I went around a car at the circle K light with one eye on the road, I had no air left in my lungs. I drove to the front door of the waiting room, over the curb, and I had nothing left; once I went into the waiting room, I whispered a scream; I was having a heart attack as I hit the floor. The amount of pain on a scale from 1 to 10 was 11. After they hooked me up to the heart machines and IVs in my arms, many nitro pills under my tongue, the pain loosened up for a few seconds. Suddenly, it returned with a vengeance, lights blinking, machine screaming, and everyone looking worried, the doctor shouting orders as they add medicene into IVs, you could see the concern on his face.

I saw no light, and I had no thoughts of family and friends; the pain was so great that it was my only feeling. The doctor, on my leaving in the ambulance from Hancock to Slidell memorial, told the driver not to go to the emergency room on arrival, “go straight to the heart lab.” My pain let up a little on the way, and then I kissed each family member bye, in my mind,in case it was over. (Hancock Hospital , the Doctor and nurses dropping everything, to tend to me, saved my life. My wasting no time meant my heart survied with lttle damage. )

NOTE;My visit to the heart Doctors office for a normal stess test a month before my heart attack could have saved me. I don’t know all the words and types of test but had my Doctor given me Nuclear test he would have seen the blockages (had two) i could have been saved from the pain and almost death. GOD BLESS

LITTLE STORY
When either you don’t have enough sense to be afraid, or you have been scared too many times that playing around with it makes you unafraid. During my time in Seattle, Washington, I decided to learn to fly. Galvez flying school at Boing field was my choice. Al Baldwin, a chunky middle-aged man with no sense of humor, was my instructor. On my first flight, I was walking distance around the plane, checking to make sure that it could fly too quickly for him. He made me get out and walk around the plane again and check the fuel for water. I hooped back in the plane again. He says he didn’t see you check the rudders; do it again. I am 24 years old, Vietnam Vet 3 kids and a wife, I am not interested in playing games, and I tell him so. Mr. Boyanton, this isn’t games; you must check the plane out thoroughly every flight. Do you understand, “OK,” I check the rudders?
MY SOLO FLIGHT, I fly us over to Renton field, only a short distance from Boing field. Al gets me to line up with the field and make two touches and goes, and on the third time, I land and take him to the tower. He gave me words of encouragement and asked me if I was sure I was ready to solo hell yea, I have 10 hours of flying time. I call ground control and get clearance to get to the runway, then call the tower to get permission to take off. I feel the Cessna 152 lunge forward with the power added, and off I go; the plane lifts off the ground, and I am ready to fly. Al tells me to take two touches and goes on the second one to land and pick him up at the tower; I say, ok, I felt like I was free from the world. I loved being in the air by myself; it felt natural. Al Baldwin, on my second approach to the runway, reminds me to land and come to the tower; I tell him “NO,” I will do one more; he tells me no, you land and come top the tower. I add power, and off I go for the third and final time. AL is beside himself. I see him walking outside the tower as I remove the power and stop the plane; he enters the plane, telling me he would fly us to Boing field that I was grounded for a week, no flying.
The next morning I am there at 5 am. No one arrives until 8:45; I take the keys to the Cessna, and off I go in the sky. I can’t tell you how much I loved flying. It was such a relief from everyday life. I land at 7 am, park the plane and enter it into my flight book, my first ever, just me in charge of the flight. I do this for the next three weeks until Al looks at my flight book and calls me, do not fly without my permission. The next morning I arrived at 9 am to the owner and the people that run the school, and my instructor. Mr. Boyanton, one more not following the rules, you will be barred from the school, do you understand, yes. I turn around with all looking at me and sign the book to take the Cessna 172 out to fly; no one says a word; they all look stunned. I had never been checked out in the 172, but it is almost like the 152. I fly off only to have Al Baldwin radio me to come back to the school; I did in about an hour; he was not happy; why so long getting back, me, hell I don’t know. (three miles from the airport is the maximum they wanted students pilots to fly. He was not happy.(but like all good capitalists, they liked the money)
Flying each morning, I have acquired over 87 hours of flying time. My brother_in_law wants to go up with me (it isn’t allowed as a student pilot.) He jumps onto the plane Saturday morning at about 6 am; I decide to go to Tacoma, Washington, and practice touch and go.I had gone to Tacoma a few times before and knew the end of the runway had a 500 foot drop off; after making a couple of touches and goes, I decided to touch down far down the runway and let the plane fall off the end of the runway and recover it on the way down from the cliff. I remember the plane losing airspeed and falling off the end of the runway, and plunging towards the ground; I finally get airspeed, and off we go again. The airport called the school; I was acting dangerously.< more trouble. I did scare myself this time, but my brother-in-law believed in me 100 percent; not scared at all, not very bright.
“My almost removal from flight school,”; my brother-in-law and I decide to land on a beach and get a beer. It didn’t end well; the plane almost flipped over, which wasn’t the main problem. After walking up an incline to a bar, the knowledge of tides hadn’t entered my mind; after hours of drinking, a drop, saying high pool tide had moved in, and the plane’s wheels were underwater. It took the whole bar to help us take the plane up a 45-degree incline and tie it off. Once we had the plane secure, we went back to the bar and played pool and drank beer. I slept on the pool table. My brother-in-law slept on some couch they had in another room. The next morning the tide was out, and we decided to try and fly out. I held the brakes and entered full flaps, and released the plane, and it jumped quickly off the ground but not enough to stay In the air. I try again; this time, I am barely in the air but running out of room to fly down the beach, so I have to head out into the Pacific ocean. The wave was just beneath the wheels, and it didn’t look good; after a few minutes, I was able to move the flaps up and get some airspeed. It was very nerving, but we made it. ( the plane out overnight cost me a ton of money and another week of not flying.
I have no desire to get my private license; I only want to fly. My wife would never let the kids do any more than ride in the plane on the taxi strip. I became bolder and bolder with flying; I had one adventure after another with my brotherinlaw we landed at bedside truck stops to add gas when we went too far, stuck the plane in a marsh that took a truck to come into the woods to pull us onto the hard grass to name a few.
My flying ended; one cold morning decided to fly down the coast of Washington towards Vancouver, Canada. Flying around islands and just having a good time, I noticed we had burnt too much fuel and would have to refuel before making it back to Boing field, I looked at the map, and we were almost into Canada, so I decided to go to the Vancouver airport where we would eat some and refuel. This is the main airport; the tower instructs me to land mid runway and go left on such a turn and stop at the next runway for instruction to the terminal, dam a lot of instructions. My airspeed is too high to land my plane mid runway has shaken me up; by the time I land the plane, we are on the lighted section at the very end of the runway. I asked the tower to direct me to the restaurant parking for the airport, it was like driving back to Washington, but we finally were parked.
Our food arrived, and we were joking around about the flight when 4 or 5 well-dressed men walked into the restaurant and started talking to people at each table; I told my brother-in-law they were looking for someone, that is for sure. This man walked up to the table ask us where we were from. I told him, Seattle, “how did you get here he asked,” I pointed to the Cessna in the parking lot, “stand up,” and “stand up,” and he helped me more than I desired. Now my brother-in-law and I were in handcuffs, everyone in the place looking at us as if we were Al Capone. I noticed, looking out the window, many police cars around our plane. I am taken to one room, brother-in-law to another, “why are you in Canada” he asks, to eat and get fuel, “let me see your pilot license” I don’t have one; I am a student pilot, “Oh my GOD, where are the drugs on the plane” what drugs? With this answer, he gets up and walks out of the room. Their talk with my brother-in-law is even less productive. Still in handcuffs, we walked to our plane to see the seats sitting on the outside of the plane, and dogs and men were all over the plane. The man in charge of the big cheese walks over and asks, “did we drop the drugs off before we landed “ mo, I explained we had drugs. The one detective looks at us and proclaims, I don’t think the boys had drugs. I believe they a stupid but not drugs. We still handcuffed them talking. Our fate seemed to be not decided when this one cop came over and told me, man; you are in big trouble when you get back to boing field. They uncuff us as themen they had to take the seats out of the plane were reinstalling them, “ the man in charge tells us to follow this Cessna 172 out of Canada air space and not to come back ever” yes sir. Everyone leaves the 172 taxies down the strip when I realize I have not gotten the fuel; I try to contact the lead plane, but we must be on different radio frequencies; at this very moment in time, I see the fueling area and turn that direction to get fuel, the lead plane I guess gets to the end of the runway for taking off before we can make contact on the same frequencies, I tell him I am at the fueling area as he is lifting off the ground, a few minutes later 200 or cop cars are headed our way, this time they are not happy at all, again they search the plane, again nothing, I feel the aircraft as they are talking, daylight is almost gone I have minimal night flying and landing, so that is crossing my mind. All radios are on the same frequencies; we have a plane in front and one in the back of the great USA.
The trip back to Seattle was uneventful until I contacted Boing field tower to get instructions to land; yes, Cessna 126578, you have permission to land and welcome home; you are expected, I believe. Hmmm never had a tower say that before. Pulling up to the school, this side of the building is glass, so they can see anything leaving or coming back, and I have my welcome home committee waiting. I was handed my flight book, and some sharp parting words of no meaning turned to my brother-in-law, and he busted out laughing.
closing note; My wife, on returning home to add to my misery, was lecturing me that I was way too reckless in the car, much less a plane; the kids need a dad alive, not dead. I decided to end my flying career and take up golf.

April 12, 2022

LITTLE STORY

(I have been asked are these story true, the best of my memory they are. My first couple war stories men that served with me,corrected what i saw,against what they saw, I had written them as if they were the “GODS” truth, I realize truth has many strange twist, that is why they are stories. If tomorrow I die I haven’t been cheated out of life.)

When either you don’t have enough sense to be afraid or you have been affraid to many times that playing around with it makes you unafraid. My time in Seattle, Washington I decided to learn to fly. Galvez flying school at Boeing field was my choice. Al Baldwin a chuncky middle age man with no sense of humor at all was my instructor. My first flight walking around the plane checking to make sure that it could fly was to quick for him. He made me get out and walk around the plane again and check the fuel for water I jumped back in the plane again. He says didn’t see you check the rudders , go do it again. Hey, I am 24 years old Vietnam Vet 3 kids and wife, I am not interested in playing games I tell him. Mr. Boyanton this isnt games ,you must check the plane out throughly each and ever flight, do you understand, “OK” I checked the rudders.

MY SOLO FLIGHT, I fly us over to Renton field which is only very short distance from Boing field. Al gets me to line up with the runway make couple touch and goes on the third time ,I land,and take him to the tower. He gives me words of encoragement and ask me if I was sure I was ready solo, hell yea,I have 10 hours of flying time. I call ground control and get clearence to get to the runway, then call the tower to get permission to take off. I feel the Cessna 152 lunge foreward with the power added and off I go, the plane lifts off the ground I am ready to fly. Al tells me to make two touch and goes and on the second one to land and pick him up at the tower, I said ok, I felt like I was free from the world I loved being in the air by myself, it felt natural. Al Baldwin on my second apporech to the runway reminds me to land and come to the tower, I tell him “NO” i will do one more , he tells me no, you land and come top the tower. I add power and off I go for the third and final time. AL is beside himself I see him walking out side the tower as I remove power and stop the plane, he enter’s the plane telling me he would fly us to Boing field that I was grounded for a week, no flying.

Next morning i am there at 5 am ,no one arrives until 8:45, I take the keys to the cessena and off I go in the the sky. I can’t tell you how much I loved flying it was such a relief from everday life. I land at 7am park the plane and enter it into my flight book, my first ever, just me in charge of flight. I do this the next three weeks until Al looks at my flight book and calls me, do not fly without my permission. Next morning I arrive at 9 am to the owner and his peoiple that run the school and my instructor. Mr Boyanton one more not following the rules you will be barred from the school , do you understand , yes. I turn around with all looking at me and sign th book to take the cessna 172 out to fly, no one says a word they all look stuned. I had never been checked out in the 172 but it is almost like the 152. I fly off only to have Al Baldwin radio me to come back to the school , I did, in about and hour, he was not happy, why so long getting back, me, hell I don’t know. (three miles from the airport is the maxium they wanted students pilots to fly. He was not happy.(but like all good capitalist they liked the money)

Flying each morning I have acquired over 87 hours of flying time. My brother_in_law wants to go up with me (it isnt allowed as a student pilot.) He jumps into the plane Saturday morning about 6 am, I decide to go to Tacoma Washington and practice touch and goes.I had went to Tacoma a few times before knowing the end of the runnway had a 500 foot drop off, after making a couple touch an goes, i decide to touch down far down the runway let the plane fall off the end of the runnway and recover it on the way down from the cliff. I rememeber the plane losing air speed and falling off the end of the runnway and just plunging towards the ground , I finally get airspeed recovered control of the plane off again. Some one at Tacoma airport takes the tail number calls the school that i was acting dangerously.< more trouble. I did scare myself this time but my brother-in-law believed in me 100 percent not scared at all, not very bright.

My almost removal from flight school,; my brother-in-law and me decide to land on a beach and get a beer ,it didn’t end well, the plane almost fliped over and that wasn’t the main problem after walking up a incline to a bar the knowledge of tides hadn’t entrered my mind , after hours of drinking and playing pool high tide had moved in and the wheels of the plane where under water. It took the whole of the bar to help us take the plane up a 45 degree incline and tie it off . Once we had the plane secure we went back to the bar and played pool and drunk beer. I slept on the pool table that night my brother-in-law slept on some couch they had in another room. Next morning the tide was out and we decided to try and fly out. I held the brakes and entered full flaps and releaseed the plane and it jumped quickly of the ground but not enough stay in the air. I ry again this time I am barely in the air but running out of room to fly down the beeach so I have to head out into the Pacific ocean. The waves were just beneith the wheels and it didn’t look good, after a few minutes I was able to move some of the the flabs up and get some air spped it was very nerving to say the least but we made it. ( the plane out over night cost me a ton of money and another week of not flying .

I never had A desire to get my privite license,I only wanted to fly. My wife would never let the kids do anymore then ride in the plane on the taxi strip. I became bolder and bolder with flying, I had one adventure after another with my brother-in-law we landed bedside truck stops to buy fuel, stuck the plane in marsh that took a truck to come into the woods to pull us onto the hard grass,just to name a few.

My flying ended; one cold morning decded to fly down the coast of Washington towards Vancouver Canada. Flying around islands and just having a good time I noticed we had burnt way to much fuel and would have to refuel before making it back to Boing field, I looked at the map and we were almost into Canada so I decide to go to the Vancouver airport where we would eat some and refuel. Needlessly to say this is a main airport, the tower instructs me to land mid runnway and go left on such and such turn and stop at the next runnway for instrution to the terminal, dam I lot of instructions. My airspeed is to high to land my plane mid runway, this shakes me up a-little I finally stop at the extreme end of runway. I ask tower to direct me to the restaurant parking for the airport, it was lke driving back to Washington but we finally are parked.

Our food arrived and we were joking around about the flight when four or five well dressed men walk into the cafe. They started talking to people at each table, I tell my brother-in-law they are looking for someone that is for sure. One of those men walks up to the table ask us where we were from ,I tell him Seattle, “how did you get here,he ask” I pointed to the Cessna in the parking lot “stand up” what for, “stand up” as he helps me up more than i desire. Now me and my brother-in-law in handcuffs everyone in the cafe looking at us as if we were Al Capone. I noticed looking out the window many police cars around our plane. I am taken to one room , brother-in-law to another, “why are you in Canada” he ask, to eat and get fuel, “let my see your pilot licesnse” don’t have one I am a-student pilot, “Oh my GOD, where are the drugs on the plane” what drugs? With this answer he gets up and walks out of the room. Thier talk with my brother-in-law is even less productive. Still in hancuffs we are walked to our plane to see the seats are sitting on the outside of the plane and dogs,men were allover the plane. The man in charge the “big cheese”walks over and ask “did we drop the drugs off before we landed “ NO ,I explained we have no drugs. The one detective looks at us and proclaims, I don’t think the boys had drugs ,I believe they a stupid but not drugs. Us still handcuffed, them talking about our fate,seems to be not decided,when this one cop comes over and tells me man you are in big trouble when you get back to Boeing field. They un-cuff us as the-men are re-installing seats back into the plane. The head man in charge tells us to follow this Cessna 172 out of Canada air space and not to come back “ever” yes sir. Everyone leaves the 172 taxi down the strip when i realize I have not gotten the fuel , I try to contact the lead plane but we must be on different radio frequancies , at this very moment in time I see the fueling area and turn-that direction to get fuel, the lead plane I guess gets to the end of the runway for take off before we are able to make contact on the same frequencies. I tell him I am at the fueling area as he is lifting off the ground, few minutes later 200 or more cop cars are headed our way, this time they are not happy at all, again they search the plane, again nothing, I fuel the plane as they are talking, day light is almost gone,I have very limited night flying and landing so that is crossing my mind. This time all radios are on the same frequencies, we have a plane in front and one following leading us away from Canada.

The trip back to Seattle was uneventful until I contacted Boeing field tower to get instruction to land ,yes cessna 126578 ,you have permission to land on any runway of your choice and welcome home, you are expected, I believe. Hmmm never had a tower say that before. Pulling up to the school this side of the building is glass so they can see anything leaving or coming back. I have my welcome home commitee waiting. I was handed my flight book and some sharp parting words of no meaning, turned to my brother-in-law and he busted out laughing.

closing note; My wife on retuning home to add to my misery was lecturing me that I was way to reckless in car ,much less a plane, the kids need a dad alive, not dead. I decided to end my flying career and take up golf.

MOTHERS AGAINST WAR ASK RUSSIA
Posted on May 29, 2022 by richardboyanton
Watching mothers in Russia, if lucky, have enough of their sons and daughters to bury in this useless war of aggression is heartbreaking. Mothers and fathers of the world, no matter their nationality, ethnicity, and religious beliefs have no desire to lose their offspring to useless wars.
I listened to this Russian woman trying to hold the hard-line Russian stance on stomping out Nazis in Ukraine. Her complete heartbreak of just losing her only child, her 18-year-old boy. It was painful to watch as she carefully Dutifully chose her words ever so carefully all the way to the end, then she exploded with hate.

Most mothers have never had to deal with a son or daughter in harm’s way, but as a soldier in Vietnam, I witnessed it firsthand (not from my mother. She had left our family many years before.) letters to soldiers came in all types, mothers that had no idea about war, one’s that letters were mostly tears on paper. Mothers would be happy to know that most soldiers shared these letters with all. Some mothers wrote letters every day; most wrote one or so a week. Listening to these letters, you could detect women that were very aware of what was happening and others that were completely clueless, but we loved hearing from all.
Wars are awful; we must learn as people of the world to avoid them. The Russian leadership has failed in its attempt to divide NATO and the western world into separate camps. The Destruction of Ukraine is almost unbelievable to believe. I see a “madman” (Putin) wanting history in his later years to remember his name; what he may get is the destruction of the Russian Federation.
Economic sanctions need to be the new norm. We need to isolate completely any nation that invades another nation. Russia should not be allowed to gain 1 inch of territory in this unprovoked war.
Future: “before you take my son or daughter into battle, make sure it is for good and not evil, that it is not based on a lie, we should look back from the future to the past and remark, “ this was our finest hour.”

FIGHTING A WAR
Posted on May 16, 2022 by richardboyanton
Once in combat with the taste of blood and destruction, you realize the difference between the combat-trained army and one built from scratch.
The American equipment may, in the end, not be beneficial. Taking the time to train using these new weapons may take longer than the country has. Having superior weapons have little to no meaning if the personnel using them have no or minimal know-how.
War, leaders in the Russian sense, has never meant protecting their fighting men; it is acceptable to have heavy losses throughout their history of warfare. At some point in time, we have to call their bluff and close the Ukrainian airspace. The needless slaughter by Russia needs to have consequences.
The loss of 7.12 billion dollars of American equipment left in Afghanistan to an army that had little to no knowledge of how to use it is mostly going to waste or used in some ridiculous fashion.
I am for the people of Ukraine; I wonder if arming them with equipment is enough. I will pose a question ; if the war to stop Russian aggression ends in a defeat of Russia,in Ukraine, and this unites the world to remove such countries from “ world trade” “world banking” to isolate them so completely to cause their economic collapse.
“ Sometimes, as with Germany and Japan, a complete defeat arose countries to be admired.” rwb

Cleaning M-60 late at night, LEECHES “68.”
Posted on April 30, 2022 by richardboyanton
As an 18-year-old combat soldier, the lack of knowledge was replaced with on-the-job training. My third or four firefights since arriving two months earlier in Vietnam. I appreciated being alive and now understood the horrors of war.
The dreams I had riding with Jeb Stuart or marching in line with Stonewall Jackson were replaced with rockets, mortars, machine guns, and light weapons, killing men with savageness to make the “strongest” men weak. The idea that there is any glory in war is a lie. There is no glory, only death, and fear that ruin many men forever.
The story
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Walking in steam up to my waist, I realized, looking at my arm, that I had leeches all over my body; I had never seen a “leech” in my life and had no idea even what they were. Getting out of the stream, I quickly started trying to pull this blood-sucking ugly thing off my body. When another older soldier told me to use a cigarette or my insect repellent. I pulled my pants down, and they were everywhere, nasty, loading up with blood growing every second. I lit a cigarette and started burning them off, but I had too many, so I removed my repellent from my steel pot and sprayed them. In my haste to rid this ugly parasite from between my legs, I hit my private parts with the repellent; at first, no pain, but quickly I was burning and on fire, blistered myself badly. The Captain had to send me to the rear for two days because I couldn’t walk, closing my legs. ( my radio call sign was bare balls)
We set up a perimeter on top of this hill before dark; I took the third three-hour watch. Sitting up late at night doing nothing, no smoking , no fire, no radio, and no one awake even if you could talk makes it tough to stay awake. This night was especially hard for me because I had walked point all day, and it takes deep concentration to stay alive. I took my M-60 back and gave the soldier his M-16 back, and went to my night position. As I said, doing everything to stay awake, and it wasn’t working, I decided to disassemble my machine gun and find out why the ejector wasn’t working right. It is tough to disassemble a machine gun and reassemble it in the daylight. It isn’t easy to do at night with very little light.
With M-60 disassembled, looking at the ejector, I spotted a piece of casing that broke in the ejector; it was tiny but enough to cause my weapon to fail me in a firefight. I was more than pleased with my work and started reassembling the machine gun. When I had it almost back together, I had a brain fart that I would put a live round into the chamber of the M-60 and hold the ejector with my finger and see if it ejected the casing. I placed my finger on the ejector and pulled the trigger the ejector, pushing my finger out of the way as if it wasn’t even there, and struck the bullet, and it exploded out of the barrel. I first hadn’t realized my pick was a tracer round, and secondly, the hill we were on the tracer round went on forever.
The company started blowing Claymore mines which caused trip flares to detonate across the company, which caused men to throw hand grenades and open up with weapons; it was a firefight from “hell” with no enemy. After just a few minutes, you could hear the Captain scream “ceasefire.” he finally has to go to each position to get it to stop. His next question was who fired that; it was an outgoing round, not an incoming. Who fired that shot. My machine gun firing one would have been not likely, so when he came to our position, who was on guard Boyanton, did you fire that round, no Sir I carry the M-60, Ok. The Captain today, if alive, has no idea it was me, or if he did, he never mentioned it again.
Every soldier be it friend or foe, has family, friends, and loved ones; they are not the ones that decide to go or not to go to war. They are the ones who pay the price, win or lose. GOD BLESS ALL SOLDIERS

April 9, 2022

LITTLE STORY

March 19, 2022

HOW DO WE SAVE THE WORLD FROM WAR OR NUCLEAR ATTACK.

Putin believes, and maybe rightly that just the threat of nuclear war will cause weak leaders in the west to back down. Who wants to fight another world “war” that may destroy humankind. Nuclear war, seen through Putin’s eyes, is mainly a bluff, with a possibility of it being called, “could equal nuclear war.”

Germany’s re-arming is seen as an extraordinary event for now; how will it be in 10 or, let’s say, 20 years from now? The greatest threat for the future isn’t the Russian army but could easily be the German one. The nuclear spread of weapons will, in the end, cause great nations of the past to rise and reclaim lost glory and territory; it is just human nature.

The war in Ukraine is the fight to save democracies as we know them at this time. The weak leadership of the “USA” will have the world looking for a new nation or nations to follow, maybe even an authoritarian government like China.

Oil, the world uses USA greenbacks to sell and buy oil, the economy of the world is based on oil. Countries in the middle east economies are almost 100 percent of their income. President Biden’s lack of understanding of the world has caused the nation’s gas prices to soar by his action and non-actions (in other words, he has no clue). Our leadership at the top of the “USA” is blind to their coming failure, both at home and abroad.

Most people have no idea that we are most likely hanging on as a world of peace, by the win or loss of the war in Ukraine. The world has allowed an authoritarian ruler of Russia, in the name of peace, to invade its neighbors at little to no cost.

PRAY FOR PEACE, AND MAYBE ADD IN A VICTORY FOR THE UKRAINIANS!!!!!1

August 30, 2021

ARE WE REALLY REAL

Is death really death or just a computer mouse removing us from the game? Are we just slaves or pawns to a higher being, maybe, God himself? I wonder! I recall in Vietnam many times I was saved by what felt to be a guiding hand with some insight to move or not to move, and I doubt many 18-year-olds have that type of instinct for movement in significant moments of danger. My only wound came from not obeying.

Humans have conflicted with each other since their beginning. Is this a test, maybe a program to simulate conditions to be avoided in another race of People, Place, and time? I write of the killing of ants and cockroaches by the millions in my lifetime. Does this equate to Stalin or even Hitler as an evil man? Do the ants and cockroaches have no worth?

The Known universe seems to mimic a computer screen on all four sides, most definitely an end. My dreams and thoughts seem to be my own, but the answer to these seem to be in contrast to my beliefs; in fact, they are intensified precisely the opposite. It seems I have free will to interact against others, that have free will, in a conflict that will prove who is right? Maybe who is most robust? Smartest? Are prove nothing at all?

Modern humans, according to DNA found on a 200 thousand-year-old skeleton, remains, proves that modern humans’ DNA has not changed genetically in this period. We have not evolved into modern humans; we were genetically modified or designed. The missing link from “apes” to humans will forever be that, just missing. It seems in human’s first written history, of modern man, they explain it better than any intellectual writer. In fact!! in great detail for all to read.

I believe humans have been around at least 200 thousand years, but maybe a million years or more. Evidence has proven at some point time in the past; nuclear explosions mirror the damage left by modern atomic blasts. Civilization sold as no older than 5000 or so years old will be and has been proven to be false.

Forced Vaccinations by evil governments could spell the end, the demise, of the human race, maybe not this time, but in the future, to rid the world of overpopulation or even as a weapon to remove an entire nation, or a portion of a country. The ramifications of controlling movement, fuel, food, housing, and all things needed for life without a vaccination card, are too hard to imagine.

Free will, given us from God, maybe our demise or saving grace for all humanity. (if real)

March 22, 2022

“WHAT DOES A HEART ATTACK FEEL LIKE”

richardwboyanton

LIFE 2

THE ATTACK FROM WITHIN BY SOCIALIST

MONEY, GOVERNEMENT AND TRUTH

USELESS WARS, DEATH TO THE INNOCENT

THE WAR AGAINST FREEDOM OF SPEECH

MONEY POLITICIANS THEFT AND LIES MISSISSIPPI

COURAGE

BEING ARMED

“WHAT DOES A HEART ATTACK FEEL LIKE”

LITTLE STORY

LITTLE STORY

HOW DO WE SAVE THE WORLD FROM WAR OR NUCLEAR ATTACK.

ARE WE REALLY REAL

“WHAT DOES A HEART ATTACK FEEL LIKE”

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THE ATTACK FROM WITHIN BY SOCIALIST

MONEY, GOVERNEMENT AND TRUTH

USELESS WARS, DEATH TO THE INNOCENT

THE WAR AGAINST FREEDOM OF SPEECH

MONEY POLITICIANS THEFT AND LIES MISSISSIPPI

COURAGE

BEING ARMED

“WHAT DOES A HEART ATTACK FEEL LIKE”

LITTLE STORY

LITTLE STORY

HOW DO WE SAVE THE WORLD FROM WAR OR NUCLEAR ATTACK.

ARE WE REALLY REAL

“WHAT DOES A HEART ATTACK FEEL LIKE”

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