Plain and simple. He's a partisan hack who's job it is to put lipstick on the Iraq pig and sell it to the public. He doesn't deserve the respect and honor that comes with being a senior (almost flag grade) officer in the US Military, because as such he is supposed to be above that kind of behavior. He's acting like a 5 year old with his hand caught in the cookie jar and is acting without honor or integrity.

The only way the e-mail could have been faked is that it was done by someone who not only had access to the network where his computer is located and his computer or was able to spoof his computer's IP address, but who also knows him on an intimate enough level to be able to perfectly imitate his writing style. That's a pretty tall order, and one that if true should immediately trigger an investigation, although the perpetrator should be obvious since it would have to be one of a relatively small circle of people who work closely with him every day like his staff assistant.

I'm convinced the e-mail is authentic because the scenario above, while possible is unlikely in the extreme.

I was real serious when I had thirty colonies. Tulip Poplar honey nectar flows are incredible, and 7- supers high. The war has just about stopped all good things from continuation.

My few colonies are not well managed, lately. I'll cut some chunk comb off. I dream of doing serious things like that through old age. To extract and share right in the moment with a honey dew melon is priceless.

That's when a moment of heaven come down upon earth, imo. And you are sitting with friends. It is beyond words to describe...

Thanks DogFather. Yelp...

Nothing like pure honey.

Your a sweet DogFather.

It Don't mean Nothin'

Remember the Central Highland Montagnard tribes? Here, I wish I had some. Papa with his cross-bow gave Gary Owen a small vial.

Walk on a red dusty morning cloud. Your dead if Papa son didn't see and feel your hurt. G.O. I hurt too. Why are you/me or anyone else on the Planet? It's to know it is beyond language.

Know Own, You are Number One to me. gads. How did we survive?

Now that's a mystery. Hey. somewhere,like Bob said: Beyond the Horizon, and beyond the crystal sea...well we'll pass a bong and understand it better bye and bye.

Somewhere else I underlined THIS: "I plucked the glistening flower of the Holy Hemp Plant and shared it with (Gary Owen) my dear comrade and war veteran. You a precious 'angry' veteran and brethren. Ask the FBI, NSA, or somehow get my address. I've a place I bought from dumbfounded steel-pot, hat-flopper (live GI grenade), and MOH recipient war friend. If the readers think Gary Owen is "outta it", well, they ain't yet met good hearted John Baca, the damn dumbfounded, pot-flopper.

Serious.

Gads.

If find me I'll allow ya to walk the crystal seashore. The only rule is:

No talkin' or,

You a dead GO.

Owen, you are loved and appreciated my me. Ya's know how to tell a bona Fido vet?

They say, NO SHIT! You.

Somehow we survive. Peace to you, Brother Gary Owen. For Real.

Yea- it hurts like a muv f'er real bad. I may soon just find it someday to ETS off, and rest. A person at our age in Southeast Asia is given a brown vial of syrup looking molasses and you want to experience enlightenment? I read: Sit with Gary Owen. Watch GO sit and lean to the side and puff a white ivory bowl. No be a permanent bystander. No diddly forever, okay, and Gary Owen, that's coming from my heart, OT/O, by the way, my tired brain aches too, and this dumb-note is written on my steel pot! It's just a Note. It's from my heart. It don't mean nothin' or it means everything, and how I fit all this jabber from my weary heart, on one dumb, exploded, steel pot, who knows and who cares? It Don't mean Nothin'. Nevermind?

Thanks Gary Owen.

~~ Sarg Art James

First Air Cav- July 69 to Feb 10th, 1970. DEROS?

I got to get back up country where all the rules of engagement are pretty clear. It's a free-fire zone of the mind up there. Everything is peaceful, until it ain't. How do you get out of an ambush? You run straight at 'em firing until you either die or pass through their line. Never lay down in defensive position in a kill zone. But after it's all over, you feel like hell. Why am I doing this? I don't want to be here. Let's just say mistakes were made. That covers it. They say it's all about me. Judge not, lest you be judged. Over and over and around and around it goes. Kill one sniper and you'll get five more. They love piling on, loyal to their leader, the sycophants. Dylan said it. They'll stone ya when your tryin' to go for home. They'll stone ya when you're left all alone. I'm all out of ammo. Take that flash suppressor nipple Bebop, and I'll blow you a lung full of happiness. You'd do the same for me in a pinch.

I'm skyin' up.

Several days ago I read that a general had been wounded in Iraq. The article said that this was the first general to be wounded in 4 1/2 years of fighting. This surprised me very much. We have had 30,000 or so maimed and about 4000 killed in this time.

This tells me that a general is unaware of the day to day risks that the troops endure. There is cumulative effect of stress on humans. Only those who experience it can appreciate this buildup of angst.

I have been disappointed to see that the press did not make more of the August 19, 2007 Op-Ed in the NY Times by six Army Sergeants and a Specialist. My hometown paper published the reprint on a Thursday, Sept. 20, ten days after General Petraeus addressed the House of Representatives committee. No followup was done. These non-commissioned officers, ie. enlisted men, told a completely different story than the one given by the general.

Glenn Greenwald does more to help the men and women who fight than 100 Col. Boylan's.

Many years ago I served in a war that our president and vice-president as young men touted, but a war in which they refused to serve. Now as 60 year olds they tout this war and refuse to send their children to serve in it.